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But in this case,people much worse, more dangerous, more brutal. And so,these children; all teenagers, with the exception of one, nicknamed the bully; fell into the hands of those who seek this evil pleasure. Not just to be stripped of their freedom but to become live players unknowingly. Their lives,an entertainment to their benefactors. And so,the horror of their lives began. -THE BONDAGE TRILOGY "Cameras are ready, sir Auctor." Sir Auctor looked up from the computer system he was operating, his eyes sharp and bright.

Calm and peaceful. Okay, It will take me a while to get used to this. When I enter the upper floor, My heartbeat quickens when I see a pretty redhead girl in the middle bound by silk ribbons. The sound of slaps is louder here. I know this. I think to myself, trying to recall. It is some sort of ribbon bondage presentation. It’s called gentle bondage. The redhead is bound to an upholster ottoman with a wide red ribbon. She is being gently spanked. Even though it is gentle, she flinches, just a little, every time Dom hits her.

He held a length of silver ribbon in his hands. “You do not have to do this,” she said. His own hands were steady as he wrapped the ribbon around her wrist. Once. Twice. A careful knot. “I want something that is ours,” he answered. “The bond is ours.” “The pack will try to make even that theirs.” Rhea looked down as his fingers tied the ribbon. “It is only a ribbon.” Maddox lifted her hand and pressed his mouth to the inside of her wrist, right over her pulse. “Then let them underestimate it.”

he ordered, his voice deep and calm, yet filled with authority. Ravenna obeyed without hesitation, stretching her arms toward the headboard. Her heavy breasts pressed against the sheet, her still-hard nipples rubbing against the fabric. Jodan wrapped the red rope several times around her wrists, tying firm, professional knots. He secured the ropes to the iron bars of the headboard, stretching her arms until they were spread wide apart.

We had removed the quilt and I lay on my back, spread-eagled on the mattress. My wrists and ankles were tied to the four corners of the bed with bright red ribbon – it was not really bondage, for a hard jerk of any limb would have freed it, but it was the suggestion of bondage which gave my pose such an erotic charge. I was wearing only a pair of scarlet hold-up stockings and red high-heels, but around each of my breasts she had tied a decorative band of the wide red ribbon, finishing with a lavish bow. Another length of the ribbon had been wound around my waist and criss-crossed over my cunt, where it finished in an even larger bow-tie.

The ridges rubbed against every sensitive place inside her. He moved faster. Harder. The thorns curled around the bed, blooming with red roses as he fucked her. One wrapped gently around her wrist, another grazed her ankle, not binding, not cutting. Holding. Claiming. “You’ll take all of me,” he growled. “And when you come, you’ll be bound.” Seris didn’t care. Her body screamed for release. Her walls clenched tight around his cock, her breath broken sobs of pleasure.

And gags, oh god, the gags, the picture of it in my imagination and that of what im seeing looks scary because it’s about to be used on me. A red ball with straps, a metal ring that looks way too big and then some nice looking ropes. They were everywhere from the thick ones to the thin ones all tied up in knots, I don’t even ant to think about it. Blindfold, it looked beautiful like it will sit pretty on me and then a black bondage tape that looks sticky. My eyes moves looking at all of it until it lands on the vibrators. A whole bunch of them. Different shapes and sizes.

She literally watched his eyes flash a demonic shade of red, right before he reached in and tugged the shirt down her shoulders, forcing the buttons open with pure strength and spilling out her breasts. She gasped as he pulled her toward him and she fell against his strong body, but before she could say anything he had both her wrists behind her back and was binding them together with...a rope? Where did he get a rope from? He never moved from the couch. Rhiannon had never felt more anxious before. Her heart raced within her chest as he tied her arms together in just seconds, before tossing her back to the couch once again. She fell on her back, watching as he climbed over her. His eyes were

For now, I played her game with the added benefit that tonight was a 'freebie' - not in my cue. "Bitch, I'm going to tie you down and ruin you until you can't walk straight. Fight back and I'm going ram two dildos into you and leave them on all night long," I threatened. I could see her thinking about it as I gave her some more crushed ice to drink. In the end, she allowed her feet to be bound separately then her hands bound together over her head. Once she was secure, I leaned in and whispered in her ear. "I lied, Rhada. I'm going to shove two vibrators in anyway," Rhada thrashed about against her bonds.

The bond was tugging harder now, stronger, impossible to resist. The square was a wild, chaotic celebration of joy, laughter, and love. Mates were finding each other under the crimson light, their howls of unity echoing across the pack lands. My wolf clawed at me, restless and demanding, urging me to find her. And then I saw her.