Scold's Bridle Bondage Novels & Stories

“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.

Adonis's deep was so hard with some precums on the tips; it was as if he was already within his limits and couldn't wait to shoot his loads. Finest pulled up the bag she came with and brought out a rope and a wipe from it while staring at Adonis with a wicked smile on her face. "I am going to punish you so good that whenever we are on call you won't dare to hang up on me again. I will torture you so well that you will start craving for me more and more. To the extent that you can't stay without lusting for my abuses, even in your dreams you will still see yourself as my pet"

“Tonight, I want to hear you. Yell, scream, talk to me, whatever you want. But don’t stop.” “Okay,” I gasp. He raises an eyebrow. I flush. “Okay, sir.” He nods and lays items out on the bedspread in front of me one-by-one. The first, a glittering silver pair of nipple clamps, joined by a chain. One of the toys that scared me. My nipples have always been sensitive. Next, a braided leather flogger. I wince. I know the bite of that from our last time up here. Finally, a blindfold. I glance up at Dante.

She quivered beneath my touch, a whimper escaping her lips. In my dream, the act of BDSM was a dance of power and passion, a ritual that bound us together in a way that transcended the mundane. My cock, thick and hard, strained against the fabric of my pants, begging for release as I approached the bed where Elysia lay. She watched me with a mix of excitement and trepidation, her breaths coming quicker as I stood over her, the crop still in my hand.

Letting out a low moan, he went to a small cupboard that was fixed above the mirror in the bathroom. She was shocked. With her hands, she cleaned her wet face to be sure of what she was seeing. Nita widened her eyes and her lips were slightly opened when Willow returned with a rope, a whip, and a satin blindfold. Ignoring her expression, Willow placed the blindfold on Nita’s eyes. He whispered. “I want to show you what it means to be in bondage yet disciplined and submissive.”

He could smell her, the pungent scent of ovulation, and he could hear that her body had been opened to what was destined to occur. BREED! BREED NOW! BREED NOW! MAKE OURS! BREED! BREED NOW! The beast within had been unbound as Brick thrust deeply into the unconscious lass his thick cock expanding as it began to knot in place. He had not taken notice of the fact that his newly formed claws had shredded her mattress and bedding alike as he towered above her small human body his thick cock almost comical as it pumped rope after rope of his hot thick seed into her waiting womb, the scent of her ovulation making him all the more feral and determined to fill her with his future pup or pups should i

"You can do light bondage or heavy bondage. Do you think you'd enjoy your boyfriend taking complete control of you?" My spine shivered as I slowly nodded, getting excited just by the thought of it. We hadn't really done anything like that before, but I knew in my soul that I would enjoy Drake taking control of me as I was tied up beneath him; completely at his mercy. She pulled down a kit and tossed it to me. I glanced down and read what was inside the package: two silk ropes, blindfold, and two wrist restraints. This would be interesting and I had a feeling Drake would know how to use these things well before I ever would.

“Hold them both down.” Lydia walked to Brielle and helped her up while Sebastian came to me. I struggled against him and tried to push him away but I was weak and he was stronger than me at that moment. I looked towards Brielle, I could see she was in pain as she also struggle against Lydia even though she was weak and drained from the ritual that had been performed on her. Orlando grabbed me by the throat, his grip like iron. “You will break the bond, Zadyre, or I will make rape her over and over. I’ll make you both suffer until you comply.”

I should speak to Mistress Dark and tell her about the new bondage pieces we were making. "Good evening, Master Scott," Rose answered. "How may I help you?" "Good evening, Rose. How are you?" "Very well, sir." "Is your Mistress available?" "Of course, sir. Give me a moment and I'll put her on." "Thank you." The phone went silent as she put me on mute and a minute later, MD picked up. "Good evening, Scott. What's up?" "I've developed a new bondage bed frame which will work on bed sizes from double to Alaskan King. We're looking to build more and sell them and I wanted to see if you still wanted to do business with us?"