Retro Bondage Novels & Stories

Aislen shivered, imagining that soft touch on her own throat. Talen looped the rope between Cameron’s legs, framing his cock, and Aislen saw Cameron’s throat move with his moan as the rope looped around his balls. “From this position, the slave is unable to straighten his legs, bring them together, or to free his arms, leaving him utterly at your mercy. It is a more extreme variation of the bondage doggy position. Care however must be taken to support the upper body…” “I can see that,” Rhett stepped behind Cameron. “And I like it.”

I answered, and hurried to do as he commanded. I was able to see, even though I was on the floor. The crowd was oddly considerate and either sat or stood off to the side so the people in back, like us, had a clear view. A man came onto the stage to introduce himself as Master Ethan. His sub was Mary and she was naked. Because of everything I had seen so far, I was not surprised at this. What did surprise me was when Master Ethan brought out the rope and began to explain the art of Shibari. It is a Japanese form of bondage. Master Ethan wove a harness across her thighs and upwards around her breasts. Then he demonstrated how he hooked her harness to a large ring above their heads which I had

Perfect for the bondage games they liked to play on those long ago visits, and perfect for tonight. "What? What are you doing?" Ron whispered urgently as Beth fastened each wrist out toward the corner of the bed. She did the same thing to his ankles, leaving him spread like an X, but with enough play in the positioning of the restraints to allow him some wiggle room. "So, if you want this to go as I plan, and believe me, you do, then you are to be the most gullible kid ever tonight. No matter what I say, or we do, you just play along, okay?" Beth instructed him as she had so many times over the past few days, as she covered him back up with the sheet. She tucked it in securely beneath his hi

"That's not going to work." Sebastian smirked. "The handcuffs are infused with magic and can't be broken. They didn't hold that feral vampire, but they will hold you." Helena stared at him defiantly, refusing to give in. Sebastian laughed as he watched her struggle.

I'm itchy, trying to peep straining my neck,my eyes are glued on a small room with papers littered everywhere. Cracking sound of door opening makes the hair on my neck stand up, jolting up and I stand straight with my eyes on the floor, spice and clean aftershave fills the air, moving my eyes towards the source, tying a white towel down his lower hip, I deep v line is exposed runs down the low hanged towel, my eyes wondered up, his abdomen is bare droplets of water slips his tone muscular chest, it all muscle lean dark muscle. Moving my eyes up, I'm horrified and quickly look down shyly.

The room also holds an array of beautifully crafted toys, each one designed to tease and please. Amidst this carefully curated setting, Karen sits in front of a mirror, dressed in a delicate lingerie set. Her expression is one of contemplation rather than sadness, as she combs her hair with gentle strokes. The room is not a place of negativity or power imbalance, but rather a space where trust, communication, and consent form the foundation of their intimate connection. David's approach to bondage is rooted in love and respect for Karen. They have open conversations about boundaries and desires, ensuring that both partners feel safe and comfortable. The room becomes a sanctuary where they ca

As much as I was in pain, I made up my mind that I wasn't going to cry, not in the presence of this bastard, I won't let him see me in pains, I won't let him see my tears. While I was still glaring hard at him, four strong arms, held my hands, and pulled me up, before tying me in between a standing pole, with each of my hands, tied to each pole. As much as my feet hurts, I tried to be strong. I clenched my fist, and gritted my teeth, as I glared hard at him, with so much hatred, flooding my heart for him. The sharp pain on my back, jerked me back to reality, as I cringed in pains, and closed my eyes tightly.

It dictated the use of rigid bondage ropes for aesthetic body ties, alongside specialized restraint sheets and straps to pin the partner firmly to the bed. Under the Sensory Deprivation category, the parchment listed blindfolds, ball gags, and leather muzzles designed to completely restrict speech and enforce the absolute dynamic of submission. In the Spanking and Sensation Play section, there was the explicit use of crops, whips, and heavy leather paddles to deliver strikes of varying, punishing intensities. Finally, under Control and Symbolism, the terms included collars, masks, and submissive hoods. I was utterly horrified. Every single fiber of my being screamed at me to slam the folder

We had removed the quilt and I lay on my back, spread-eagled on the mattress. My wrists and ankles were tied to the four corners of the bed with bright red ribbon – it was not really bondage, for a hard jerk of any limb would have freed it, but it was the suggestion of bondage which gave my pose such an erotic charge. I was wearing only a pair of scarlet hold-up stockings and red high-heels, but around each of my breasts she had tied a decorative band of the wide red ribbon, finishing with a lavish bow. Another length of the ribbon had been wound around my waist and criss-crossed over my cunt, where it finished in an even larger bow-tie.

“The one you felt when you pulled me down. The one that opened before you were born.” She leans in, voice dropping to a whisper that brushes the inside of my ear. “The world bends around your blood, Saxa. when you resist too hard, it will push back.” I swallow hard, dizzy. “Why? Why are you showing me this? What on earth do you want from me?” She finally answers, “To untether you,” she whispers. “From your wolf, from your bond, from him.” My chest caves inward, panic slicing through me. “No—”