Scold's Bridle Bondage นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He shifts his attention further along the shelf. “The flat leather object with a handle beside it… that’s a paddle. Broad surface. Heavy hits instead of a sting like the others.” “Paddle.” “Mm.” He sounds pleased. “There,” he says, nodding toward a coiled piece of rope. “That’s bondage rope. Used for tying wrists, ankles… or for suspension if you know what you’re doing.” “Bondage rope,” I repeat. “Good girl.” His hand brushes my waist again as he points.

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.

He set it in front of her. “Open it.” She untied the ribbon with trembling fingers. Inside: a complete set of tailored bondage gear—soft black leather harness that framed her breasts and crotch, matching thigh cuffs, a new collar with his initials discreetly engraved on the buckle. And beneath it all, a single silver chain leash. Her breath hitched. He lifted the harness out. “Stand.” She rose. He dressed her slowly—buckling the leather around her torso, adjusting straps until it fit perfectly, accentuating every curve. The crotch strap pressed firmly against her clit, already swollen from hours of denial that day.

Shaking, shuddering, and craving more I watched with eager anticipation as he pulled a pair of scissors from his back pocket, the silver blades winking with cruel intentions. My body went completely stiff when he reached for the hem of my nightgown

My tongue now caressing every inch of its dept even as my tongue then touched his. Our tongues dancing. Always dancing. Our saliva now one even as I then pull away and a thin layer of spit now dangles between us. Almost like a rope. My lips still close as I use my fangs to nip his lip and jaw. Zak moaning at the sting. “Fuck Alpha.” My free hand quick in gripping his chin. My voice low yet full of promise. “Still want my cock mate?” “Yes” whispers Zak. His voice almost like a whine. “Then be a good boy and undo my pants.”

He was sacrificing now, fighting shadows to give us this chance. 'Tessa, the chains,' I said, voice urgent. We stumbled to the altar stone, the silver vines from before stirring like they sensed the need. They coiled around our wrists and ankles, binding us together— not tight to hurt, but firm, BDSM style, pulling us into position. The grove's magic hummed, responding to our intent, whips of vine forming in the air, cracking soft at first. I laid Tessa down gentle, then pulled her atop me in cowgirl, her body still slick from birth, pussy warm and welcoming as she sank onto my cock. 'Ride me, love. Draw it out.'

“What kind of toys?” Jackie chuckled. “All right. If the room was properly stocked; two faux leather strip collars, either red or black handcuffs, a black or red blindfold maybe white, a feather, a . . . sling, and a . . . giddy-up harness,” she said sheepishly. Nick chuckled. “Okay, some of that stuff you listed I want details on. What the hell is a giddy-up harness?” Her cheeks flushed. “There padded straps you loop around . . . your partner’s shoulders. They . . . have . . . reins sort of speak.”

Intense BDSM (bondage, spanking, slapping, choking, gag, plugs, cuffs), total power exchange, public humiliation, throat fucking, forced orgasms/orgasm denial, extreme dirty talk, knotting/breeding, size difference, crying/messy submission, possessive marking. READ WITH HOLY WATER RIGHT BESIDE YOU!!! 1 ~ The Auction Block The cold iron chains bit into my wrists as I stood there, naked and trembling, under the harsh glare of the auction house lights. My family had sold me to settle their massive debt to the pack—debts from failed hunts, lost territories, and bad alliances.

“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.

I wasn't so sure about him using the flogger, but the riding crop and paddle looked mighty promising to me. Derrick and I would need to research and possibly find a Dom and submissive couple who could teach us how to use these toys and restraints correctly. There's a book that shows positions and directions on how to use everything, but a more hands-on approach would be better. I looked at the hogtie restraints and other bondage gear Derrick had gotten and shook my head. Those would have to wait. The cuffs and bed restraints would have to do for now. I grabbed the blindfold and made my way to the living room. I positioned myself on my knees with my hands and blindfold on my lap and waited fo