Scold's Bridle Bondage Novels & Stories

Andrew’s cross dominated one corner, its X-frame equipped with buckles that glinted menacingly. Whips coiled like sleeping serpents, canes aligned by thickness of varying degrees of torment. Ball gags with silicone spheres, blindfolds in soft velvet and harsh leather, nipple clamps adorned with tiny silver bells that promised to chime with every shudder. Collars, spreader bars, feather ticklers juxtaposed against riding crops—everything screamed precision, dominance, a symphony of pain woven into exquisite pleasure.

Kevin's eyes widened when he saw the full-body BDSM gear that I was wearing. My body was sheathed in a striking full-body harness, crafted from black leather that wrapped my form like a second skin. The harness consisted of intricate straps that criss-crossed over my torso, accentuating her curves and leaving tantalising glimpses of skin in between. The centrepiece of the ensemble was a wide leather collar, adorned with a silver O-ring.

it stays with me. I mark it green. And I tick black for “not done before.” Bondage comes next, broken down again. Wrists, ankles, full-body, breast binding, mouth. The specificity surprises me, but I go through them one by one, listening to the quiet voice inside me that knows the difference between curiosity and discomfort. Then comes Breath Control. The description reads: Only practiced safely, with awareness of pressure points and no obstruction that could cause damage. It’s written carefully, not with the usual bravado some men use when listing what they like, but with caution. Responsibility.

Sound of uncontrolled pleasure echoed throughout the cavern as they tried to devour each other's mouths. After minutes, or maybe hours, Brodi tangled his long fingers in her silky red braids and pulled her head back breaking their connection. Long moments ticked by as they gulped deep breaths of the steamy air into their lungs. Finally, Brodi lowered his head to the tender, white flesh of where her throat met her shoulder. He nipped the flesh there before soothing the bite with his tongue. He breathed in her magnetic scent and shivered with desire. "This will be the second part of the bond," he whispered in her ear. "Do you want it, min elskede, my love? There is no taking it back."

sexual play for some time. There was a round fat-handled hairbrush that had had all of the bristles cut off (obviously a homemade dildo); another de-bristled brush with a wide flat end (for spanking?); there were some spring-type clothespins (nipple clamps?); and a small bottle of baby oil (probably anal lube). Also in there, and more to the immediate point, were a number of scarves, a little pile of cloth straps with metal buckles that resembled dog or cat collars (which, in fact, they were), and several lengths of clothesline rope.

I said and he quickly locked the bars so they won't move. "OK, love... Anything else?... Doing it standing up can be exerting... If you feel tired or dizzy in the middle then let me know quickly..." he said and I smiled. It's been a few days we have been doing this. I am more comfortable with bondage now. I am no longer scared. "yes..." I said. Smack... " yes, what?" he asked sternly and I realized that he was back to dom mode. "yes sir..." and he hit my breasts this time. He has some whip with many long frills at the end... God knows what weird things he has...

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.”

Damian pleads. "No!" I argue and Adrian smirks, disappearing behind me again. "I'll just make you bleed then," he says before I hear the whip again. My body automatically thrashes against the restraints as he repeatedly whips my back. "This is taking too long," Adrian complains before I hear him go to the drawers again. He stands beside me and shows me what he's got now. It's a cat o nine but it has small metal beads at the end of each knot. I've never seen this before, it isn't standard bdsm equipment, even for hardcore sadists. Adrian must see the confusion on my face because he laughs and gets ready to explain.

"Lie on your bed. Place your arms over your head and spread your legs apart. She brushed away her tears with trembling hands before raising her arms in an upward position. Luke then walked to the left wall and obtained four adjustable bondage scarves, which perplexes Rye. He approached her and began to bind her, causing Rye to feel a slight sense of dread; consequently, she removed her arm from his grasp, but Luke simply stared at her and reclaimed her hand. For her, he will perform the Spread-Eagle Bondage Position. In order to accomplish this position, Rye must lie face up or face down; nevertheless, she is facing up with her arms and legs pointing to the four corners of the bed. The bed f

I can only assume it’s a list of items that I am to have prepared for later. JP: Nipple clamps Warburton Wheel Lube Blindfold Shibari rope Purple Pussy Eater The last on the list is the monstrous dildo that has ten different speeds and a suction cup for the clit. A delicious shiver runs through me at the thought of using all these items tonight. The Warburton wheel is a tool that has a wheel of spikes, almost like cowboy spurs, but these are sharp little things. Jace likes to torture my nipples with it, especially when I have the clamps on them.