Spandex Bondage Stories Novels & Stories

Her body looked ready—exposed, harnessed, waiting for more. 'On the table,' he ordered. Lou climbed up, the wood smooth and cool under her back. She lay down and spread her arms and legs wide, like she knew he wanted. The harness kept her steady as she stretched. Dante grabbed the thick ropes from the corners. He tied her wrists first, looping the rope around and pulling it tight to the table legs. Her arms strained, muscles pulling. Then her ankles, spreading her legs even wider until her pussy was on full display, the harness strap splitting her lips slightly. She tested the bonds, tugging a little. No give. She was stuck, spread-eagle and helpless. Her breath came faster, chest rising and

Nathan asks, his tone still even, though I see the flicker of caution in his eyes. She shrugs, entirely unbothered. “Bondage lingerie. Corsetry. Body harnesses. Collars. Things that blend fashion and kink. Things that feel luxurious but are also made for control.” Theo coughs once, nearly choking on his drink. I don’t even pretend not to smile. Nathan’s expression freezes, somewhere between interest and a very slow kind of horror. “You want to make collars, baby girl?” Harper tilts her head, eyes sparkling with amusement. “You say that like it’s shocking, Daddy.”

How would that work, being a mafia man, well a mafia dragon? Were there such things as mafia dragons? Maybe I was overthinking it? I had a tendency to do that when I was stressed. Being kind of kidnapped and mated might have me a little stressed out. “No problem. I need to head back to my place, take care of what I left tied up.” “You mean who?” Spencer said with a chuckle and Frankie let out a laugh. “What can I say, Spence, we have similar interests.” Oh my god, I was trapped by a dragon with a best friend who had a kink for tying people up and leaving them. Spencer had threatened to tie to his bed before he left. Was that kink a dragon thing, too?

I can see her nipples pressing against the fabric, hard little peaks begging for attention, and I smell her arousal when she walks past me, that sweet, musky scent that makes my cock twitch in my pants. I let her read every page. Safe word, limits, punishments, rewards. The contract involves bondage, impact play, sensory deprivation, and oral worship on demand. I watch her pupils dilate as she scans the words, her breathing growing shallow, and I notice how she shifts in the chair, her thighs rubbing together subtly as she grows wetter with every clause she absorbs. When she signs, her hand trembles but stays steady enough, and something possessive and primal roars to life inside me, a fierc

Humiliation burned hot, but I craved it, moaning vibrations around him. Pulling out, he hauled me up, bending me over the bed. “Spread wide.” I did, ass up. He fetched ropes from a drawer—proper bondage gear—and tied my ankles to the bedposts, immobilizing me. A blindfold followed, plunging me into darkness. Sensory deprivation heightened every touch.

There was another round of laughter and I tried to open my eyes all the way but the lids wouldn't move past the swelling around them. The musky scent of the damp cellar walls made me want to throw up,but when I gagged, nothing came out. “We should untie her and take turns….” The second voice suggested,excitedly. “Perhaps that'd take her out completely,” another said and although I couldn't fully process what they meant at that point,my mind wept. One of them roughly fondled my chest and the silver chains on my chained up wrists— sizzled deeper into my already burnt flesh as I tried to pull back.

She came closer to his ears and whispered in a low seductive voice “Please.Quench my thirst darling.” She stripped down her bathrobe completely. Now she was stark naked in front of him. “Let’s try something different today.” he says, pulling out handcuffs and a stick from his drawer. “What's that for?” she asked, pointing towards the stick. It didn't look like some naughty sex toy but rather something a cop would use to punish criminals who won't confess their crimes. “It’s all for fun darling .You will soon know its usage.” She got down on all four limbs in doggy style on the bed as he tied her wrist to the end of headboards of bed with handcuffs , spreading her legs apart.

she told him. “Yes, you can. You just need a few minutes to relax.” She frowned beneath her mask. He said he would stop if she told him to, but now he was refusing. “I know what you’re thinking,” he told her, the amusement echoing in his soft tone. “The point of bondage is to push beyond your comfort zone, to force a deeper satisfaction than you ever thought you could experience. You just need a few minutes to relax before we start again.” Sandra’s frown remained. She didn’t think she could endure more, she was spent, her arms hurt, and her legs ached.

He took a deep breath and started telling me a story about a young man who had met the perfect woman and married her right out of college. They lived happily for a year or so as the man struggled to start up his first company and the woman became a devoted housewife. Soon afterward they discovered bondage and decided to throw themselves into it. It was perfect as these things can be as they felt each other out in this strange new world they were sharing. That was until he realized the woman was just manipulating him in and out of the bedroom.

It was a deluxe bondage set, complete with restraints, blindfolds, and other accessories designed to heighten pleasure and intensify sensation. Without hesitation, I made my purchase and hurried back to my car, the box tucked securely under my arm. Driving home, my thoughts turned to Sean again, and the roleplay scenario I had planned for us. It was a bold move, and he’d never see it coming.