Scold's Bridle Bondage Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Another shelf held cock rings, penis pumps, bondage kits, and feather ticklers. “And look up there,” Hayden said, pointing to the ceiling in the corner. She squinted at the ceiling braces she had seen earlier. “What are they for?” He nuzzled her neck affectionately. “Remember how we used to talk about getting a swing?” he asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Now we have two.” “Oh, sweet,” she whispered in delight. Jared’s eyes landed on the bed’s carved posts. “Just look at those restraints attached to the headboard. You know what is going to happen with those, do you not?”

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

Kilda? Yes, Mr. Vance; a micro-transponder is fastened to the rear subframe of the Ford Falcon, and it is now heading west along the coast. I ordered that a distance of two miles be kept, my jaw tightening into a rigid line. We were not to fight it; it must think that it had escaped and should build up its little sanctuary wherever it is hiding. OK, shall we draw up the legal warrants for her arrest? "No," I whispered as I watched a single drop of condensation race down the glass window, "there won't be any police. When I recover what she stole from me, lawyers won't be involved."

Chapter 17: She Is Ours Logan For the next section, there are definitions included with each part to add additional clarification. She said yes to bondage using cuffs, heavy, intricate and light bondage, locks, spreader bars, suspension and whole body restrictions using the material of chains, leather, ropes, scarves and tape. Some of the more intense and advanced things she rated as a combination of hard and soft limits. Like before, she has had no experience with any. "Breath play?" Kingston asked.

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.

I guess we didn’t have anything left to say to each other. I hugged my stomach and rocked miserably back and forth in my cage. Over to my left, I heard Braiden begin to stir. He lifted his head of tousled blond hair and looked around. He groaned, straining at the bonds that held him. I could smell that the rope was made with wolfsbane, and he wouldn’t easily break free of that. ‘I’m sorry, Misha.’ He told me, his head thumping back against the tree. ‘This is all my fault.’

“You should know what to say and what you shouldn't say okay! And any more words from you, this will get stuck directly into your throat.” “I doubt you had to do that unless you want your head to be rolling on the damn ground. You and I know I am a piece of chess on my father's board.” “And what I know is he won't kill me easily until he achieves his aims. So do you still dare strike that on my neck?!” I said confidently, and almost immediately, she had the scissors removed from my neck. “The bride selection process will begin in two days. The rest you'll figure out on your own,” she said and immediately made her way towards the exit.

He could bind a woman there in seconds, and I had little doubt he had done exactly that. My gaze shifted to the wall beyond the bed, and for a second, I forgot to breathe. Mounted there like an art installation was a St. Andrew’s Cross, matte black with thick leather cuffs at the ends of each arm. The padding was subtle, and it was probably designed to keep someone there for a long time while also remaining comfortable. A bondage horse stood nearby, adjustable and padded with the same luxurious leather. I would have to sit on the bondage horse like I was riding an actual horse, with my wrists and ankles bound.