Selfbondagestories Novels & Stories

"But I do not see it that way. I feel trapped in an endless cycle of bondage. First, My Master and now, you." "You f*cking see this as bondage?" He snarled and pushed deeper into her. "I let you do whatever you want. I let you show off your body and shake your a*s in front of those cøwards who do nothing but fantasize about what's mine. If you think punishing you for talking about other men's cøck in front of me is f*cking bondage, then you're mistaken, Cariño. But by all means, I can show you what bondage really is. Is that what you want?"

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.

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.

2. PREYE Dad left years ago after the separation, so it’s just me and Mom back home. She’s been grinding through everything alone, and I’ve gotten damn good at hiding my secrets. I’m straight as fuck. Men do it for me hard,thick heavy cocks stretching my pussy wide open, gagging on dick until my eyes water and spit runs down my chin, that rough BDSM shit where a guy ties me up and treats my holes like his personal cum dump. Nothing beats sucking cock though. Feeling it throb and swell on my tongue, swallowing every thick rope when he’s earned it.

Ara sat at her desk just before bedtime, staring at the blinking cursor on the screen. Writing had completely changed for her. No longer was it just a job or a creative outlet. Every word she typed now was a way to process the terrifying truth. Damon Marshall owned her. Every orgasm, every rough thrust, every filthy word he whispered had rewired her completely. She wrote to make sense of how addicted she had become to the man who had bought her for one month. She wasn't sure what she would do with herself when the contract expired.

She emerged exhausted but radiant, always returning to my arms. As her pregnancy advanced, our sex adapted but never diminished. Gentle breedings mixed with careful rough anal and fisting. The family grew. The lies held. The lust endured. Elena, belly full and body glowing, kissed me one night after an intense session. “No matter how many threads unravel, our bond remains the strongest lie of all.” The inheritance continued, blood, seed, and darkness eternal. —----------

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

she whispered. “But it’s more than that.” He continued working, his fingers deft and practiced. “Bondage is meditation for both of us. I have to focus completely on you—on your body, your breathing, your responses. You have to surrender completely to me—to the process, the patience, the vulnerability. It’s a form of intimacy that goes beyond sex.”

“Sal…” “No.” The word comes out harsher this time. Mates are weaknesses, chains dressed as destiny. I buried that fantasy decades ago. Caroline stares between us carefully. “Explain.” “There are stories,” Slade says cautiously, “about bonds.” “I know what a bond is.” “Not this kind.” I cut in instantly, irritation flaring deep in me. “It does not matter.” Caroline’s gaze snaps toward me sharply. “It matters if it’s happening to me.”

They stopped on her chest, where her blouse strained over her full breasts, then lower, to her hips under the skirt. "You have my word. But I need something back. Freedom ain't free. What I need isn't something you can't give me. Soul binding... Your soul keeps me solid here; mine guards you from the dark shit." Soul binding? Lydia's brain spun. She'd read about it—deep stuff, where two essences mix until you can't tell them apart. It was very intimate, scary. "What does that... mean exactly?" Her voice came out small, but her body lied. Her nipples poked hard against her shirt, and a warm wetness grew between her legs, soaking her panties.