Retro Bondage Novels & Stories

Theo was rough and primal, spanking my ass red while he pounded me from behind, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust. Liam directed the scene, telling them exactly how to fuck me, when to fill me, when to pull out and paint my tits. The third was Nico, a Latin photographer with a creative, filthy mind and a talent for pushing boundaries. He introduced toys and light bondage during his first session, tying my wrists to the headboard while he ate my pussy until I squirted, then fucking me while the others watched and stroked themselves.

Ash obeyed instantly. Elias took a length of soft, black silk rope. He began to bind Ash’s wrists behind his back, his movements sure and practiced. It wasn’t just a tie; it was an art form. The rope crisscrossed Ash’s chest, highlighting his muscular pecs, framing his nipples. It wrapped around his waist, down to his thighs, forcing his legs slightly apart. His dick and balls were left free, jutting out from the intricate web of rope. He was a work of art, a living sculpture of submission.

M. Search. The results flooded the screen. Definitions. Articles. Psychology forums. Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, Sadism and Masochism. I scrolled past the Wikipedia entries. I clicked on the "Videos" tab. My heart hammered against my ribs. I felt like I was opening a door to hell. I clicked on the first thumbnail. A woman was kneeling on the floor. She was naked, wearing a leather collar. Her hands were tied behind her back with thick, intricate ropes. A man faceless, dressed in a suit stood over her.

The first paragraphs were plain, stating that consent may be withdrawn at any time, safewords were in place, medical disclosures were required and aftercare was expected. My nose wrinkled at some of the terminology and I scrunched it without realising. “Point at them and I’ll explain.” I pointed at a block of checked items he had left as examples. He looked at each, one by one, and explained them out. “Bondage (rope, straps etcetera),” he read, tapping the line. “That means being restrained by the hands, ankles, wrists, perhaps chest and throat. I use quick-release knots and quality restraints. Safety shears are always within reach. You can always feel free to tell me if it is too tight.”

It’s a bondage kit that includes bondage rope, cuffs, a feather tickler, a flogger, a collar with leash, a blindfold, and a breathable ball gag. Tia looks over my shoulder and stifles a laugh. “That’s a whole lot. Are you sure that you’re ready for that?” The truth is that I’m not sure how ready I am. I just know that he’s my mate, and if this is what he needs, I’m more than happy to provide it. I want Devonte to be happy no matter what, and I will do all I can to make that happen. I just hope he’s open to me and the possibilities.

It was a deluxe bondage set, complete with restraints, blindfolds, and other accessories designed to heighten pleasure and intensify sensation. Without hesitation, I made my purchase and hurried back to my car, the box tucked securely under my arm. Driving home, my thoughts turned to Sean again, and the roleplay scenario I had planned for us. It was a bold move, and he’d never see it coming.

"That is called strappy bondage panties. This softer bondage set will allow you to ease into being your partner's perfect submissive. And it features a scalloped lace bra and a strappy lace waist cincher to highlight your curves.” I touch the attached wrist restraints and buckle details, "no one can wear that, right? It seems hard to wear." "Oh, men love it. And look at this detachable chain, it can bond your arms, cater to your husband a wild side and hug men's hips closer than ever. " "Why would I need to wear that?" I throw it with a red face. She giggles, "Men love it. My boyfriend always dragged me to the bed when I wore it. Do you want to try it? Give your boyfriend a surprise?"

I nodded lightly, and he smiled. Holding my neck and a little of my breath, he hit deep against my uterus. His cock set me on fire and made the walls of my core open for him. Everything became his. The horniness corrupted me. The fetish of being restrained, of having something rough, but controlled, left me with my head spinning and a smile in my mouth. I had never let a man do that to me. I've never had enough confidence or desire. But, fuck, Pablo was another story.

I put my hands under the table and put it into the middle of my thighs before slamming them against my hands squeezing them tightly. I’m so fucking wet right now and it’s all because my stepbrother rubbed my thighs. What the fuck is happening to me? “You know I can do that for you.” Josh whispers again,his eyes on what I’m doing and I quickly separate my legs. “I can’t believe I’m having so much effect on you.” “Stop dreaming.” I put my hands back on the table and look at Josh. My gaze shifts to his lips and I involuntarily lick mine. I look back into his eyes and almost get lost in it.

But he had already agreed and had given his word to his father and Skye was now his mate. Once they were bonded, his instincts would most likely override any desire to leave him behind anyway. May as well get this done with while he still had his head. An old beta man followed behind the barmaid and it was easy to see the wound she had spoken of. No wonder no one had been able to fix it. The index finger of his left hand was bent at an odd angle and curled outward. It looked painful and Linus would be surprised if he could move it at all.