Selfbondagestories Novels & Stories

She was a sandwich of meat and muscle. The sound of the fuck was the only thing in the library. Squelch. Thud. Slap. It was the most raw session they had ever had. Sarah’s body was a map of sweat and desire. She was being stretched by two of the biggest men on the estate while her stepson claimed her mouth. Shifting the Womb on Leather "My turn for the prize," Leo said, pulling out of her mouth. He swapped places with Silas. Now Leo was back in his favorite spot. He stood between Sarah’s legs on the leather chair. He looked down at her. Her pussy was red, wide, and dripping with the seed of the other men.

The bond between them was strengthening with every instant, every one of her breaths, every one of his touches. She moved again, her fingers trembling as she tried to clutch the sheet. She was trapped in some nightmare, fighting the horrors of her past. Her pain was palpable, and it made the beast inside him snarl, dissatisfied. Cael's Wolf also felt the need to protect his mate. It was a connection so strong he could barely control it.

The petite woman unbound her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders, her blue eyes alight with anticipation, while the tattooed woman shed her remaining leather, her muscular form a testament to her strength. “Bind her,” the leader instructed, and the silver-haired woman tied my wrists and ankles with silk cords, securing them to the mat’s corners, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. The leader knelt between my legs, her fingers tracing my swollen lips, then slipping inside, four at once, stretching my cunt with a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Feel us,” she murmured, adding a vibrator, pressing it against my clit, turning it to a high hum that made me arch against the bonds. The brunette stradd

“You were their pawn. Their weapon. Their sacrifice.” Serena sobbed, collapsing against her chains. “Then let me go. Please. I can’t take any more of this.” Stefano crouched before her, grabbing her chin in his iron grip, forcing her to look into his eyes. “You think it ends here, little dove? No. This is just the beginning. Because now I will tear their game apart. I will burn the board they played on. And I will make them pay for using you as their bait.”

"Still want to lie? There's a USB too. It's filled with videos of you partying overseas and laughing at me. I've watched them all. Want to take a trip down memory lane together?" Eula began backing away in terror. She stammered incoherently. "I don't know what that is. That's not me! Those are deepfakes. Someone's framing me!" Scott grabbed her by the hair. His eyes were bloodshot with fury. "Because of you, I killed my own unborn child! "Because of you, I hurt Natalie, who never left my side when I was down! "Witch, you deserve to rot in hell!" At his command, the bodyguards rushed in, tied her up just like they'd once done to me, and hoisted her in the middle of the living room.

In my submission, I have found a purpose that I never knew I needed. Every act of submission, every punishment melted out when I falter, only deepens my commitment to him. Each one is a lesson, a reminder of who I am and what I am here for. The pain, the pleasure, the control—it all blurs together into a symphony of sensations that I have come to crave. His punishments are not just corrections; they are affirmations of our bond. Each strike, each harsh word, is a reminder that I am his, completely and utterly. The physical boundaries of the manor are mirrored in the emotional and psychological boundaries he has set, all of which serve to strengthen the bond between us.

I don't get what the goddess hoped to achieve but nothing good came from it. Nothing at all. Because father dearest broke my mother. Instead of loving her unconditionally like mates are supposed to. He abused her and raped her and made her lose my unborn baby brother. She suffered and suffered until she took her own life. All of this because of some fucking bond that tied them together that she couldn't reject after mating and marking each other. She would've lost her wolf and that was more painful than death itself. It feels like half of your soul was being sucked out of you in the most agonizingly hurtful way.

“Bondage, discipline, dominance, submission but in my domain it’s my rules. You sign the contract you follow them.” He pulled out papers from a drawer. “Here, read it.” I took the papers. It was typed out clear. It said Elena Harper agrees to one night with Alexander Black. Physical acts include restraint, spanking, light pain play. No permanent marks, payment upon completion. Confidentiality both ways and no emotional attachment. I looked up. “This is strict. What if I can’t do something?” “Then you say red,” he said. “I stop, but if you sign, you try. No backing out halfway unless you safe word.”

I flipped to a random page and started to read. …She stood before me, trembling. Her eyes were wide with a mixture of fear and anticipation. I told her to undress, slowly. I wanted to savor the unveiling of every inch of her soft, pale skin. When she was naked, I had her kneel. Her submission was a beautiful thing. A gift. I bound her wrists with the silk scarf, not because she needed to be restrained, but because she needed to feel owned. I ran the crop over her body, tracing the curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips. Her breath hitched every time the leather touched her skin. I asked her if she was mine to do with as I pleased. She whispered, ‘Yes, Sir.’ And tha

SELENE I was now tied in steel chains in the center of my own bedroom. I could not do anything to free myself. I was incredibly weak. They had placed a metal collar around my neck to silence the wolf inside me. The silver burned into my skin, acting as a toxic barrier that cut me off from the wild, powerful part of my soul. The silence inside my own head was deafening. I felt empty and broken. I leaned my head against the wooden floorboards and remembered Silas. I remembered the terror in his beautiful dark eyes when he saw the wolves in the alley. I knew exactly what he was going to do. He was an environmental scientist. He demanded facts.