Retro Bondage Novels & Stories

Baron explained. He lets me touch the leather and move the various parts of the instruments while he tells me how some Doms love using them for purposes other than punishment. They allow a perfect position to fúck, especially when a scene involves more than one dominant. Gosh, I am so hard right already. “Over here,” he continues, leading me towards another area of the room and pointing at the ceiling. “There is a grid that we use with different types of instruments. This is a swing, these are karabines to tie ropes or chains. They are used in bondage scenes, do you know what bondage is?” He asked.

Andrew's crosses, spanking benches, suspension rigs, bondage furniture I didn't even have names for. And people. Dozens of people in various states of dress and undress, some watching scenes in progress, others negotiating their own. On one platform, a woman was tied to a cross while her dom worked her over with a flogger, her skin turning pink under the leather falls. On another, a man was bent over a spanking bench, his dom's hand coming down hard on his ass while he counted each strike. My cock was achingly hard, pressing against the tight jeans Dante had made me wear.

Chapter 17: She Is Ours Logan For the next section, there are definitions included with each part to add additional clarification. She said yes to bondage using cuffs, heavy, intricate and light bondage, locks, spreader bars, suspension and whole body restrictions using the material of chains, leather, ropes, scarves and tape. Some of the more intense and advanced things she rated as a combination of hard and soft limits. Like before, she has had no experience with any. "Breath play?" Kingston asked.

The textured surface of the dildo made sure that she'd still feel the consequences of every attempt at movement, though. It was bondage with no ropes, cuffs or chains. Just these two dildos, held in place by unyielding metal, were enough to completely immobilize her. She was on all fours with no way back or forth, her knees already hurting from the hard wooden box she was kneeling on. Because of course Mistress wouldn't be satisfied with just nailing her in place, spit-roasted. A punishment was supposed to be as grueling as possible, and this unassuming box was the final nail in Nadine's coffin of cramped discomfort.

Their strength and grace, a perfect balance, was a dance I yearned to master. “Bind him,” Liam instructed, and Marcus tied my wrists and ankles with silk cords, securing them to the mat’s corners, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. Liam knelt between my legs, his fingers tracing my swollen lips, then slipping inside, four at once, stretching my ass with a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Feel us,” he murmured, adding a vibrator, pressing it against my cock, turning it to a high hum that made me arch against the bonds. Marcus straddled my face, lowering his wet cock to my mouth, and I licked eagerly, sucking his tip as he moaned, his precum coating my tongue.

The kinky room lays in a display of weird bondage sex images. My nerves are jumpy as I take in the models in bondage pants, chastity toys—especially the males, yokes, anal hooks, spreader bars, pussy clamps, bondage bed. I step closer, watching each of the pictures intently as my heart jack-knife against the wall of my chest. Grazing my fingertips at some of the pictures, I find out it’s somehow turning me on. Am I sort of insane? How can be so turned on seeing this?

The motion made my cramps spike, a low moan slipping free. In the room, he set me on the floor and gathered ropes from a coiled bundle on the wall—thick, soft cords dyed crimson, rough in texture but pliable. “These shibari ropes will bind you,” he explained, looping one around my torso first. He wove them, crossing over my chest to frame my nipples, cinching tight enough to restrict breath without cutting it off. Knots pressed into my skin, the friction sending shudders through me as he worked downward, binding my arms behind my back in a harness that forced my shoulders square. “Feel the weave claiming you? Every twist owns another piece.”

The floor and walls were covered with the marks of my struggle. The moment our eyes met, Ean staggered and dropped to his knees in front of me with a thud. He reached out, trembling, wanting to touch me but hesitated. "No, this isn't her. It can't be!" He gasped. "The freezer is abandoned. How could she be frozen stiff?" he said, desperately trying to make sense of it. "We need the surveillance footage. We need to find out what really happened!" he demanded, his voice cracking. He turned his head and saw the bloody handprints on the wall. He stood up, moved to the wall, touched it, and then looked back at me in the corner. My hands were frozen stiff, but still bloody and mangled. All ten of

I croak, my mouth going dry. He raises a brow, but pulls out a wand. It’s hot pink and bigger than the one I had that stopped charging last year. “I don’t want to scare you, but I also have these.” He reaches down and pulls up a light-pink wrist cuff attached to a black rope that disappears under the bed. “What do you think, sweetheart? Do you trust me?” I nod, shifting on the bed as my clit aches. I don’t know what it is about Rhett, but I want him to dominate me. Pleasure me. Use me.“Good girl,” he whispers in my ear, pushing up from the bed and pulling off his shirt. “Now take off your clothes and get on your knees.”

“Welcome to my red room. I’ll have you know that this exposure is going to take a big turn in our partnership, though.” Gabriel stared at the sight before him. Hanging on the wall, were different sets of BDSM items. Be it orion cuffs, bondage couture rose gold blind fold, door sex swing with seat, handcuffs, thigh cuffs, noir pom adjustable nipple clamps, tsk paddle, 20-inch spreader bar, bound to please under mattress restraint, pinch perfect adjustable clitoral clamp, saffron loop paddle bit gag bar, breathable ball gag training system, eve’s fetish dreams beginner bondage set, harness, transfix dual pinwheel, deluxe leather flogger, tease feather ticklers.