Retro Bondage Novels & Stories

The room quieted as he approached her, his expression one of deep reverence, as if he were about to perform a sacred rite. “What’s happening?” I whispered to Marco, who had appeared at my side with his usual uncanny timing. “Feather bondage,” he murmured, his voice low. “It’s a form of sensation play. The feather is used not just for tickling but for tracing patterns under the rope. It heightens awareness of the ties, making the restraint about more than just the rope itself.”

“If you move one more time, I swear to God I will tie you to this bed.” His eyes darkened, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You wouldn’t dare.” I smiled, sweet and terrifying. “Try me.” I reached for the sheets, ripped two long strips free, and in ten seconds flat, his wrists were tied to the headboard. He tugged once, arms still weak and sluggish, and the knots held. I had tied them military style. I sat back on his chest, legs on either side of his ribs, and looked down at my work.

That’s when I remembered his words: In half an hour, you’re going to be begging to come. “Don’t hog all the fun,” Andre said, now completely nude. “We’re supposed to be sharing her.” “Perhaps I am regretting agreeing to such an arrangement,” Joemar said. “Because right now, I want her all to myself.” Andre shouldered Roman out of the way and forced his hard length into my waiting lips. I took him eagerly, opening wide and taking as much as I could. It was a strangely-erotic sensation, being tied up. I was powerless. I was at the mercy of their whims. I had never been interested in bondage before, but at that moment I understood the appeal.

At least most of them. But my eyes were focused on so many things from what had the sign “Play Space”. There was something like Saint Andrew’s crosses( Large X- shaped furniture that you can tie someone to), spanking benches, restraint benches, something that looked like a hospital-style bed equipped with straps. Someone who I couldn't remember was giving us a tour. There was a room where they sold BDSM toys, clothes and other bondage gear, and no drinking was allowed in there. In another section, it looked like a class was going on, a class on how to tie knots, and elaborate bindings as well as how to use various impact toys like single tails, floggers, canes, paddles, etc.

EMBERLY* I patiently wait as Derrick strokes and braids the Japanese silk rope in shibari knots from my lower torso up and around my breast, then up and over my shoulders as he weaves the material along my spine. I relish in the feeling of my breast jutting out between the bindings of the silk rope that tingle and throb, making my core pound. I can feel my fluids coating the inner layer of my thighs. I do my best to keep from coming as Derrick works his magic. He sucks and nibbles at my flesh as he works the silk rope and knots up and down my back. Derrick's hooded gaze meets my own as he puts me in a standing position. He licks and fingers my sex before binding the outer edges of my folds u

"You hold the key. You must tap into the true power of the pendant. Believe in yourself and the strength of your pack." Amelia nodded, her fingers tightening around the pendant. She closed her eyes, feeling the connection between herself, her pack, and the power of the pendant. It pulsed with intense energy as if urging her to unlock its full potential. Taking a deep breath, Amelia opened her eyes. They shone with a newfound determination and a blazing light that matched the pendant's brilliance. A surge of energy coursed through her veins, empowering her limbs and mind. With a fierce roar, Amelia unleashed the true power of the pendant. A beam of pure light shot from her hand, colliding wit

I wondered if Alice would allow us to keep that. We had to pause again. I cleaned Alice and Lisa cleaned Master. As the most obvious of the bondage furniture's capabilities had been demonstrated, we broke it down, hauled it back downstairs and set up the next one, demonstrating how easy it was to put together. It took two people, working together to set it up, but it was brain dead easy to set up. Much of it slotted together. This furniture piece had three round poles, each about five inches in diameter and seven feet in height, with whipping stations on the poles. Each of the whipping stations had an adjustable piece which would go in between the slaves legs. The block could hold a single o

She still doesn't relax altogether, and a few times I have to stop because she loses her balance. Eventually I grow tired of that. Substituting padded cuffs for the wrist cable binders is easy now that she can't really fight. After I've raised her arms away from her back and clipped them to the connective rope above where the ropes from the breast bondage lead, I cut through the cable ties on her ankles and below her knees. I leave the last one so that she can't kick at me, though, and once she stops fidgeting I pick the whip back up

With my back to him, I heard him pick up the rope and unwind it. He asked, “Is this what you want? Bondage?” “Yes.” He began by looping the long rope around my chest. When knotted at my breastbone, he split the rope and wrapped it tightly around my chest. Like a stiff bustier, it kept me from taking a big breath. Next, he wound my arms into the matrix, binding them to my sides. I focused on his eyes as he pulled the end of the rope across my back and around my arms. Working like an artist, he wrapped and tightened it, so my front chest expanded, and my back arched. He continued looping the rope around each arm in this way so that the knotted rope became sleeves that bound my arms to my sides

Perfect for a D/s dungeon. Which was exactly what this was. There was various bondage equipment all around the room. Sawhorses, chairs with arm and leg restraints, several different kinds of benches meant to restrain the sub in every position from kneeling to spread eagle. There were even a few different kinds of crosses that promised to be even more interesting than the traditional St. Andrew's cross. Awestruck by everything, I walked around the room touching the finely polished wood and inhaled the smell of new equipment.