Sex Doll Bondage Novels & Stories

I stopped breathing. The room was dark except for low red lighting along the walls. Chains hung from the ceiling in neat rows. A large black cross stood in one corner, with leather cuffs attached at each end. Whips, paddles, and ropes were arranged on the wall like art. A padded bench with straps sat in the center. And against the far wall, a life-sized sex doll posed on all fours, blindfolded, wrists bound behind its back.

A salesgirl in a leather corset smiled like she’d seen this panic a thousand times. Lilith didn’t hesitate. She picked up a sleek black box, opened it, and held up a set of rose-gold vibrating nipple clamps connected to a remote. “For when he’s in meetings,” she said, pressing the button. The clamps buzzed softly. “You sit across from him at dinner, squirming, trying not to moan while he pretends to listen to border reports.” Isabella snatched it from her hand. “Yes. This. And this—” She grabbed a curved glass dildo with ridges. “For when he’s away and you need to feel full.”

When I pushed two fingers inside her and sucked hard on her clit, her hips bucked and she came with a long, shuddering moan, her fingers tightening gently in my hair. We lay panting for a moment, skin slick with sweat. Then Selene reached into the drawer of the side table and pulled out two toys: a small, powerful pink vibrator and a black leather harness with a thick, curved realistic dildo attached. “Only if you want this,” she said softly, holding my gaze. “I want to fill you completely help you surrender even more.” My body throbbed with fresh need at the sight. The trust I felt for her made the answer easy.

i pull out my phone and call, "Hey buddy. Are you doing anything tonight?" Sitting down on the couch I await his answer. "Not really. There is this one girl that has been trying to get me to fuck her senseless, but other than that no." He is quiet for a minute, "Here's an idea. Since she wants me to fuck her, why don't you come over and we can tag team her. Maybe you can do some of your bondage shit on her too. She might get a kick out of it and we could fuck her till she's raw. I mean here me out. Tie her up, gag her and then we can fuck her senseless. Hell, we wouldn't even need to use a condom. She would be our come bag."

I gave her a signal to stay silent. Don Simon sneered. “Look at you fools, pathetic Omegas. What were you planning to do? Make her attack me?” Before I could respond, the whip landed on my back again. “Let me remind you that you are both weak omegas, even if you both tried, you wouldn’t last a second against me.” His words were cruel but true. “Now get back to work!” he instructed, walking away with an amused smile on his face. Nina ran to where I was to help me back up.

One was tied hands and legs to a pole with her small ass out, while the other with a strap-on fucked her from behind. The second which was a little more interesting than the first, starred a woman who was the sub, and her three male doms. The sub was turned down, her legs and hands spread apart on two poles. Her fake, plastic boobs were on clamps and she had a red blindfold over her eyes which was the only piece of clothing on her body.

Goosebumps immediately rushed my skin and my nipples stiffened through the yellow fabric of my bra. “He let your fine ass come out alone to play? Brave man. That’s what’s up...” I bit my bottom lip so hard I could taste her flesh becoming metallic. “Hmm. He did.” “So, do you want to play, lady? Because I’d love to play with you.” I took some deep breaths. If I was going to do this, this man seemed like the right guy to do it with. He was beautiful, with a beautiful dick to match. I was sure that he could fuck me until I saw stars.

“You wanted this inside you while you watched me, didn’t you?” “Yes,” I breathed. “Fuck, April, you’re a freaky girl.” “Please just fuck me—ah—” She pushed in the dildo, inch by thick inch, stretching my pussy open until the whole thing was buried in deep. My body tightened then began to adjust to the sweet intrusion. Bella began fucking me with it in deep, steady strokes, twisting it on every thrust so the carved veins dragged against my walls. Her mouth never left my tit, sucking and biting while she pounded me with my own toy. The wet slapping sounds filled the room.

But this one… feels like a different kind of death. The room is different from the rest. It’s a sex dungeon. It reminds her of Lennox’s red room— but this is much dirtier, more brutal and more sadistic. Dread freezes her limbs as she sees Selene now naked. Her body isstrapped to a steel bench stand, one designed not for only pleasure—but for display, control, restraint and subjugation. Metal cuffs bite into her wrists and ankles, her spine curved against the cold leather surface. Her breath is ragged, chest heaving in panic. Torn scraps of what was once her dress are scattered on the floor like shed skin.