Retro Bondage Novels & Stories

Humiliation burned hot, but I craved it, moaning vibrations around him. Pulling out, he hauled me up, bending me over the bed. “Spread wide.” I did, ass up. He fetched ropes from a drawer—proper bondage gear—and tied my ankles to the bedposts, immobilizing me. A blindfold followed, plunging me into darkness. Sensory deprivation heightened every touch.

“More grip. Holds better. Still soft enough that it won’t leave marks unless I want it to. Good for longer sessions where comfort matters.” Another knot, this time on her other wrist. She felt herself settling into the sensation—the gentle pressure communicating something words couldn’t express. You’re held. You’re mine. You can stop fighting now. “And this is jute.” The rope he pulled down was rougher, more textured, the kind of rope you might see in an old ship’s rigging. “Traditional. Used in Japanese bondage for centuries. It bites. It marks. It demands your attention in a way the others don’t.”

Calm and peaceful. Okay, It will take me a while to get used to this. When I enter the upper floor, My heartbeat quickens when I see a pretty redhead girl in the middle bound by silk ribbons. The sound of slaps is louder here. I know this. I think to myself, trying to recall. It is some sort of ribbon bondage presentation. It’s called gentle bondage. The redhead is bound to an upholster ottoman with a wide red ribbon. She is being gently spanked. Even though it is gentle, she flinches, just a little, every time Dom hits her.

Both arms together now with the ribbon circling my forearms, it keeps my arms bound together. If I just pull on this... loose strand... at the end of the cone... I can... close the loops and... yes! Pulling on the strand tightens my restraints, perfectly encasing my slender arms in my own ribbon bondage, pinning them together for the sake of daddy's gift! I can't separate them, which makes a sudden flash of fearsweat hit my skin. Oh, boy! It makes me nervous knowing that there's no going back, that

“These let both partners feel everything more intensely.” Jason’s hand brushed Aria’s lower back. “Interesting.” She swallowed. Then came the bondage section. Cuffs in leather and metal, soft ropes, blindfolds, collars, spreader bars. “These are for when you want to play with power,” the woman explained. “Control. Trust.” Aria’s eyes landed on a set of black leather cuffs with padding inside and small silver buckles. They looked… intense, but not terrifying. “You like those?” Jason asked quietly.

She moaned into his mouth as his tongue plunged down her throat. She felt his hands about her waist, realized that he was battling with her skirt and tights. She lifted her hips, tried to dislodge his weight but the movement only aided his task as he pushed the layers of material over her hips and down her thighs. Then he gave her the release she sought. Drawing back, his fingers pulled her clothes down to her ankles. Her boots stopped him, but only for a moment. Then she was naked. Totally naked in this stranger's bed. With her arms trapped behind her back, she could not move enough to sit up. He smiled down at her as he reached behind him. "You like ropes?" It was a rhetorical question. Ki

We were back in the bondage room, and I intended to make use of every single instrument in sight to unravel her completely. She blinked up at me, but she didn’t protest, she got on her knees quietly and I didn’t waste a second before grabbing the bondage belts and using them to tie her hands behind her. Then I fished out a pair of nipple clamps and attached them to both ends of her hardened buds. “Fuck,” she muttered under her breath, most likely from the feeling of the cold metal clamping her nipples. She looked so unbelievably hot right now, with her tits out and nipples accessorized with clamps, and her hands bonded behind her. The next second, I was slamming my dick into her mouth, too i

So I attached the bondage cuffs to her wrists and ankles but only attached one wrist to the ropes. It was surprising to her how constrained she felt with that one rope, and how much more freedom I took with her body that way. I raised the bar and got her more involved. I also left off the hood. After tickles, ear nibbles, nipple nibbles, turning her face down to nibble and spank her bottom, rear entry for a bit plus other good times with her body on the semi-loose she finally begged me to tie her down tight like she wanted. She wanted to be stretched out tight, so I did as she asked.

“Come with me, pretty boy.” I follow behind them, admiring the view of Rhett’s ass with the anal hook. Then I watch Dominic fasten Rhett’s wrists with rope and press a button to lower a hook which he attaches Rhett’s bound wrists to before raising the hook and carefully checking that Rhett is suspended comfortably, then raises it just a tad. Rhett moans as his body stretches.

I yell just as I hear the front door close. As soon as he leaves I get Lowell out of his jacket and toss it on the floor. I position him in the middle of the bed and get to work on restraining him. I went out the other day and bought some bed bondage restraints just for this occasion. The straps go under the mattress and then the wrist and ankle restraints sit in their respective places over the mattress. So with quick work, I cuff his ankles and his wrists.