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.

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.

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

My jaws clenched and I crossed my arms over my chest, “Why did you send that letter again? To mock me? To show me how easily you could betray me?” His face blanched and he stuttered, “It is not what you think…. I…” “It is too late for explanations, Sandy,” I raised my palm and stated in an indifferent voice. “Now is the time for Payback.” His eyes widened in shock as I used the binding spell on him. Vines of energy coiled around his shoulder like a python, engulfing him in its icy grip, “Ora? What are you doing?” I tried not to focus too much on the way my name sounded on his lips. Grasping his arm, I teleported to the assigned cave. Grand Magus was already waiting for me there.

She was scrolling through bdsm's history and came across several things and their explanations. The first thing she came across was rope bondage. Her heart thumped as she clicked on it. She read the words on her screen. Rope bondage restricts and restrain the movements of a submissive partner. The rope could either be wrapped artistically around the sub's body, or suspend the sub in the air.

But in this case,people much worse, more dangerous, more brutal. And so,these children; all teenagers, with the exception of one, nicknamed the bully; fell into the hands of those who seek this evil pleasure. Not just to be stripped of their freedom but to become live players unknowingly. Their lives,an entertainment to their benefactors. And so,the horror of their lives began. -THE BONDAGE TRILOGY "Cameras are ready, sir Auctor." Sir Auctor looked up from the computer system he was operating, his eyes sharp and bright.