Scold's Bridle Bondage Novels & Stories

A large cage in the centre dominated the room and there was a strange cross as well, enormous and somehow threatening. There was some sort of odd wooden frame erected on one wall and a wooden horse on one side that was cushioned in crimson velvet. And on one side…was that a large paddle??? The room was decorated in rich red brocade hangings, but it was the assortment of whips and strange torture implements that caught my attention. Instruments of bondage. Slowly, the truth dawned on me and I took a step back in horror. BDSM? In Lucien's club?

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.

He said and she nodded. “What is your limit in having sex?” “I don't understand your question.” “How long can you go in rows?” “An hour.” She replied and he shook his head. “Harrison isn't so much of a man after all.” He muttered and looked at Xalia. “Pick the equipment according to your strength.” He said and she nodded. “Bondage hoods, collars and chokers, restraints, binders, bondage tape. I am okay with all that.” She said marking them and Draven also did.

Woman gets punished for her pleasure. I get punished for my pleasure too, but you have to flip the logic of that sentence to appreciate my meaning. An hour before the shower, he’d trussed up my tits in a rope harness, making them balloon and flush. He’d fixed clamps to my nipples, tied my wrists to the head- board and, around my eyes, he’d wrapped a navy-blue, polka-dot scarf which my friend Maggie had given me as a thank-you gift after I’d fed her cat while she was holidaying in the Netherlands. I’d never liked that scarf. Sorry Maggie. We use it for bondage now.

Readers should be warned that this is purely a mature content chapter with bdsm scenes in it. There would also be degrading, humiliation, hitting, whipping, and figging (g****e this if you do not know what it means so that you do not get too weirded out when it is being carried out) ~ Leonidas could not see. Not that he was blind, no, his senses were still there, possibly in a higher level of alertness than before with the silk black blindfold over his eyes.

Nonetheless, eyes blinking and licking her lips, the scent of her arousal carries. "Michael, if you would," says James. I have restraints ready. I deliberately chose them for their soft, silken, non-threatening appearance; black scarves in some delicate filmy feminine stuff that I thought would appeal to her. As I tie, first one to her left wrist, then the other to the right, her eyes travel between my face and to my hands where I am binding her. By her bound wrists, I lead her to the horse. "Bend forward, Charlotte," I say quietly.

Bondage is used for a sort of praise to go together with the intercourse, making the orgasm journey all of the extra extremes. He stored me gagged and tethered, on my knees, making me wait in worry whilst I watched. I whimpered and shivered while he stuck me with a hand in my hair and dragged me to the desk. His contact became brutal while he launched the chain, speedy tugging off my halter and skirt, then lifting me without problems, forcing me on my palms and knees, bent over a bar that he chained to the desk.

My breath caught in my throat at what I saw inside. A full BDSM kit filled the drawer. Black leather hand cuffs, a black spiky leather collar with a ring, a thick leather paddle, a soft flogger with multiple tails, a red blindfold, a ball gag, nipple clamps with delicate chains, breast suction plugs, several lengths of soft black rope, a butt plug, a black vibrator, and a small bottle of lube. My eyes widened at the sight. Professor Charlie noticed my reaction. He stretched his hand and picked up the leather collar, allowing it to dangle from his fingers.

I screeched, fear slowly claws its way in. He brings out a box, opens it and my jaw drops at it's content. A box filled with all kinds of BDSM materials. A mouth gag, a whip, fluffy red handcuffs, a collar chain, and a bunch of other things I couldn't name. He exchanged the belt with the cuffs, spreading my arms and cuffing each one of them to both sides of the bed. “Choose the one you would prefer I use as your punishment,” He said, his eyes dark and intimidating.

Braided riding crops hung from heavy metal rings. A polished steel cross stood in the far corner. Glass display cases held velvet blindfolds and silicone gags. Silver handcuffs hung from steel hooks. The polished metal caught the overhead light. My skin went cold. The hairs on my arms stood up. My mind flashed back to last night. The leather belt around my neck. The ease in his large hands. The way he tightened the leather just enough to make my pulse pound in my ears. He knew his way around these tools. He was a man with a dominant streak. This was his entire world.