Retro Bondage Novels & Stories

I chuckled at his disbelief. “Winona, there’re marks from the waistline,” he said like it was ridiculous. I glared at him. “HJ, you get to throw on a jacket and look nice. We do this to look nice.” “This is like bondage. Seems pretty uncomfortable for a night of show.” “But bondage for foreplay and show is what it’s all about.” I waggled my eyebrows at him. He had the ribbons in his hand, and for a moment he cinched them tighter. “Don’t play, woman.

(灬✪﹃✪灬) Black silk bondage ribbons? 🤔 Nah, he didn’t need ropes and other such things to restrain and tie up his baby. Couldn’t he just press him down with his Enforcer powers? It would be gentler on his baby’s sensitive skin! And much quicker and easier to remove if his baby didn’t like this bondage play.

the whole shelf was decorated with Bondage rope , Spreader bars and yokes ,Collars , Anal hook , arm binder , Gags , bondage tape , Ankle Cuffs , Floggers , whips , paddles , canes , cat suit , chastity belts , Nipple Clamps , Pussy pumper. He took the red hanky and blindfolded her...she shook at his sudden blindfolding ....she said "Hey....darling what aaaaaah" ...she screamed because she felt a sudden force on her body....he threw her in bed with a force because she was calling him darling continuously ....

When Shane nodded, she pulled several coils of colored rope from underneath her chair. Shamira's soul was smiling. This was SO staged, but she did not care. Banshee was a master (or mistress, if you will) of Kinbaku, a very beautiful, artistic form of Japanese bondage. Dessert was brought out as Banshee painstakingly removed Shamira's current bonds only to replace them with a web of brightly colored rope. By the time the Japanese woman was done, it looked as if Shamira, on her knees, had tried to push her way through a spider's web.

“Turn and let me see the view from the back.” It appeared Libby might argue, but she swiveled her hips, tossed her head and twirled around. “Holy mother. That’s the sexiest damn sight I’ve ever seen.” The leather hugged her legs. The cut of the chaps highlighted her rounded, naked ass. The thick strap spanned the curve of her lower back and brought to mind bondage games he’d salivated over in p**n flicks, but hadn’t thought he’d ever get the chance to try. He’d like to tie her up. Bind her hands in all sorts of tempting ways—above her head, behind her back, in front where the ropes would rub against her—

His forefingers swirled around the little nubs and they became instantly hard and swelled to almost double their usual length. "I've never experienced anything like this," I whispered. "It's almost as if I feel I'm wrapped up, or, I don't know, mummified." "This is similar to Shibari, Japanese rope bondage," he said conversationally, "and this part," he tapped the rope where it went down from my belly and between my vaginal lips, "is called a crupper." I was still looking in the mirror in utter amazement and trying to take everything in as he was speaking.

"Good morning, Lady Anastasia." "Good morning!" She answered so quickly the words nearly tumbled over one another. "Oh, hurry!" She clasped her hands together, bouncing lightly on the spot. "Please, hurry!" A ripple of soft laughter passed between the maids. "As you wish, my lady.” They carefully helped her change. Layers of rich crimson and black settled comfortably over her slender frame, tailored not for elegance alone but for speed, movement, and the wilderness that awaited beyond the fortress walls. Leather bracers were secured snugly around her forearms.

I'm just being threatened with TOXIC DATE RAPE in a ballroom full of people while wearing my mother's engagement dress. The music swelled. Around us, other couples danced, a carefully choreographed performance of pack unity and power. No one was close enough to hear us. Killian had made sure of that. "The Rite of Binding is illegal in California," I said quietly. "It's been illegal since 1907." "For humans." His smile was pitying. "We're not human, Selene. Pack law supersedes state law. You know that. Your father wrote half the pack laws currently in effect."

Fiona could feel his hot breath fanning her neck as he bent over her and started to kiss her. Phil moved his hands across Fiona's chest took the robe off her body and threw it across the floor. Fiona arched her back as Phil's fingers found their way to her nipples and begun to tug at them. Brenda's hands were now all over her. She dipped two fingers into her pussy and begun to move them into her gently. Fiona was coming in a matter of seconds. She came over and over again till she felt like she had no more strength. Just when she thought it would stop there, Phil grabbed her by the hair and lay her roughly on her back on the floor. He carried Brenda by the waist and placed her on her fours w

He was creating a harness that would distribute weight evenly if someone was suspended, but that also created incredible pressure points and sensation when the person was standing. "The key to good bondage," he explained as he worked, "is that every knot serves multiple purposes. It's both beautiful and functional. It creates both restriction and sensation." He added rope around my hips in a way that created a crotch rope again, but this time integrated with the larger harness so that the pressure increased when I moved. "If you move forward, the rope increases pressure on your clit," he explained. "If you move backward, it creates tension in a different way. The rope becomes a way to guide