Red Riding Hood Bondage Novels & Stories

The exciting part came. She brought two different ropes, one red and the other black. I was eager to see how artistic she was when it came to bondage. I felt myself getting excited as the rope came into contact with my skin. She started with one arm. I watched, dazed, as she tied each knot loosely yet perfectly, wrapping it around my forearm before repeating the process. Blended together, the black and red rope created a beautiful art. "Too tight?" She asked me continuously.

Her eyes fluttered closed, her body weak but her heart racing. REDROOM Niall had been chained before, teased and blindfolded until he thought he would break. But now the tables had turned. The two women in red were bound, their wrists tied above their heads to the velvet posts of the bed, their curvy bodies trembling in anticipation. They weren’t afraid if anything, their eyes burned with desire, daring him to touch them. Niall smirked, rolling up his sleeves as he moved closer. “So, you wanted to play with me? Now it’s my turn.”

He smoothly slid his hand into Red's leather pants and then slipped his fingers under her thong. “You like what you're watching?” he asked her. Red let out soft pants due to his intrusion. “A little lower…a little lower,” she chanted in her head. Her widened eyes locked on the stimulating scene before her as she anticipated for Reed’s fingers to finally brush her pulsating clit. “I’m not as generous as the Blackwood brothers. I can't let anyone fuck you. No one can touch you like this except me.” Reed whispered to Red, his face pressed against her neck.

She scratches my back, her nails transforming into claws. “Mine!” she roars, her eyes glowing violet as her wolf takes over, biting down on my neck, sealing our bond. The sound of ringing stops as we reach our climax. Not caring if it was important. We fall asleep in each other’s arms.

she cackled and finally walked, reaching the door. She put her red hood up to cover her silky, smooth blonde hair but turned to him. “Goodbye, Hydell, I’ll meet you again, well, anytime soon,” then she walked away and disappeared from his sight. It took a long while before the old man freed himself and ran towards the door, in the hopes that he could still catch the elusive Red Riding Hood. “That sneaky, slutty wench,” he muttered before sighing. Then looked down on his erected manhood. “What would I do with this?”

What will I say? Speaking carefully through the chain in my mouth, I say "Please Master, I will say 'Redhead'" He laughs. "That will do nicely." And with a jerk of his wrist, he lashes at my buttocks. The tiny green lace panties offer no resistance. The lash stings and I yelp and flinch, once more pinching my nipples as the chain pulls taut, but in the same moment, my pussy gushes. I do not speak but hang from my wrists trembling and moaning. My Master waits for a moment, then repeats the lash. I gasp and jerk and writhe in my bonds but I do not want him to stop. He is behind me, so I cannot look him in the eye. Instead, I arch my back, trying to present my ass as an invitation for more. My

she hit his shoulder, but nothing worked against his broad, iron-hard body. Rudra threw her onto the bed and hovered over her body. She tried hard to push him, but he grabbed her hands and tangled his legs with hers. Rudra was staring deeply into her eyes. His eyes lit up with happiness at seeing her in red vermillion, a red bindi, and all the symbols of a married woman. He traced the mangalsutra tied around her neck. His touch burned her skin, and her throat went dry. Rudra’s eyes never left hers, not even for a second.

She aggressively and for the first time I realised that Bella was an extremely hot lady. She was treating me like her toy. Biting on my lower lip, grabbing my hair tight and holding my throat in her grasp. “Babygirl, what are you planning on doing with me?” I moaned between our desperate kisses. Breaking the kiss, she looks at me with her dreamy eyes and rubbing her thumb on my lips she mumbled,” I want to see in bondage. I want to hear your moans, begging for me.” “Are you interested in that kind of stuff?”

He even fucked her on the window showing her the greenery and stars at once. It's night time and VR has brought Orni to that creepy red room where he showed her the BDSM furniture before. He ordered her to wear a sexy crochet which she obliged without any argument. And, he remained only on his pants keeping his upper body bare.  Reaching that red room VR tied her limbs to a bondage X and Orni was getting scared with every passing second. Her throat went dry seeing the whips, chains and some unknown stuff. She wonders is he going to hurt her. She has no idea why she is bound like that and ordered to wear such dress.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENTS : BDSM! Directly in front of Rolph was a saint Andrew's cross and on it, the young, drugged up boy was hanging. He was completely out. His hands and legs were chained to the cross and a ball gag was belted to the slave collar on his neck which in turn was drawn tight and chained to the ankle chains on his legs. Forcing him to throw his head backward. Apart from the jock strap that he was wearing, he was butt naked. Just the way Rolph loved it.