Retro Bondage Novels & Stories

It was a holiday but I had to go and work. I wanted to get out of bed but was not able to do so as a pair of strong arms were keeping me from getting up. I realised that my back was pressed against a hard chest. I was shocked beyond limit. I turned to see the satan holding me to himself. What ?? How?? Oh !! I must have slept watching that movie. But why was he holding me like that?? I shook him and he stirred a bit and then he cuddled more into me. He buried his face in the crook of my neck.

Then he pulled back and turned her toward the computer. Tracie's eyes widened at the page displayed there. A banner across the top proclaimed "Finest toys and equipment for the discriminating bondage fans." In a column along the left, in bold letters, was a list that included floggers, spanking benches, paddles, and restraints. The rest of the page was taken up by pictures of various items. "Do these frighten you, Tracie?" For the first time Pete's voice held a note of uncertainty.

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.

Dust fell onto their naked skin like dirty rain. Reza used whatever he could find for improvised bondage — old military ropes, torn strips of clothing, and rusted chains from the corner. He tied Soraya’s wrists tightly behind her back, then bound her full breasts in rough loops until they bulged, flushed deep red, veins standing out under the stretched skin. A thick rope was pulled viciously between her legs, the coarse fibers splitting her soaked pussy lips and grinding hard against her swollen clit. Her ankles were forced wide and secured to metal stakes hammered into the dirt floor, spreading her cunt obscenely open.

Just then, the doors to the court swung open and a warrior stepped in, quickly lowering himself to one knee. “My Alpha,” he said urgently. “We have reports of a suspected magic user around the east border. The user was able to bring down the border gates but we are unable to identify him.” “Time to find out if you are truly worth keeping alive,” Cassian said, his gaze locking on mine. “We leave now.”

Damien said, "Natalia is ours for the night. No limits except her safe word. Let's begin." They surrounded her, and Natalia felt six pairs of hands on her body....groping, squeezing, exploring. Someone's mouth on her breast, someone else's fingers in her pussy, someone spreading her ass cheeks. "On the bondage bed," Damien commanded. The bondage bed had restraints at all four corners plus the center. They laid Natalia on her back and secured her....wrists and ankles spread wide, completely helpless. "Who wants her pussy first?" Damien asked. "I do," Marcus said, positioning himself between her legs. His thirteen-inch cock pushed into her, and Natalia moaned.

“Yes… I’m yours.” “Good girl.” He rolled her onto her stomach and pulled her wrists behind her back. With the soft black ribbon that had been part of her auction outfit, he tied her hands together , not painfully tight, but secure enough that she couldn’t pull free. The light bondage made her feel deliciously helpless and heightened every sensation. Mikhail knelt behind her, spreading her knees wide on the silk sheets. He ran two fingers through her cum-filled pussy, scooping up some of his own seed before pushing it back inside her. “Look at that. Already leaking my cum. But we’re just getting started.”

I questioned. “It’s a butt plug,” Zander snickered. “Oh, I think that will go on the maybe pile for now,” I gulped. We continued to go through the bags. Yes pile – Lube, Clitoral stimulator, blindfold, wrists and ankle restraints with bed tethers, feather tickler, pinwheel, spreader bar, massage oils, spanking paddle, bondage ropes, and bondage tape. Maybe pile – Nipple clamps, clitoral clamps, and butt plug.

She and her husband bought a small house and were ready to live out their retirement in their hometown, South Cedid. As for the man Louise had an affair with, he was married to a notorious daughter of a mafia family. Louise was then sold into a brothel, contracted a venereal disease, and died on a straw mat in a basement. As for me, I continued to build my career. Our company achieved a major breakthrough in cutting-edge technology and even won a national award. When I went up to the stage to accept the award, my husband, Levi, walked slowly toward me with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

We sit with our legs spread and arms crossed, ready to stand up and demand they bring Natalia to us. We didn’t have time to buy new suits for the occasion or to plan many details—only to ensure that everything essential was ready for the bonding. We’re wearing our official uniforms, the ones we only wear for special ceremonies. We also acquired Natalia’s wedding dress, her jewelry, and made the reservation at the hotel where the consummation ceremony will take place. The most important parts were covered. Only she was missing, and the delay exasperates me. I clench my jaw as I stare at the bonding program supervisor, who pretends to be calm, but his discomfort is evident. He tries to mask hi