Spandex Bondage Stories Novels & Stories

Ancient runes erupted beneath Lucien's feet, blazing with an eerie light as spectral chains burst from the earth, twisting through the air like living serpents as they lunged to bind him where he stood. Beside the seer, the witch swept both arms outwards. Crimson flames exploded from her hands with a deafening roar, swelling into a raging torrent that raced alongside the spectral chains, the two spells converging with flawless precision. One to imprison… The other to reduce him to ash. And from the left… The vampire closed the final distance. Three killers… Three perfectly coordinated attacks. All converged upon Lucien… Within the span of a single heartbeat. Lucien moved. The vampire never r

"That should keep you nicely in line." He helped her off the bench and guided her to another piece of furniture - a sort of sex chair with straps. He bound her wrists and ankles securely, leaving her spread-eagled and exposed. Then he moved behind her. Cassandra knew what was coming but still yelped when the first blow struck her well-paddled rear. She gritted her teeth against the sting as Chad began spanking her in earnest. But it was almost a relief after the teasing, to feel the pain translating into pleasure that built with each smack.

Right after that came: Suspension Shibari (bondage while hanging upside down). Then came: Wax Play (dripping of hot candle wax). My mouth went bone-dry. My eyes bolted from one line to the next, devouring the sections on Restraint and Immobilization. The contract listed the mandatory use of heavy metal handcuffs and leather restraints to immobilize both wrists and ankles. It dictated the use of rigid bondage ropes for aesthetic body ties, alongside specialized restraint sheets and straps to pin the partner firmly to the bed.

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.

"Every night, Bridge. The eyes, the tattoo... he was touching me in places I didn't even know I had. I woke up so wet I had to change the sheets. It’s getting ridiculous." Bridget snorts, swerving around a slow-moving truck. "Girl, you need to get laid. Seriously. You need to get that pussy fucked and handled the proper way. It’s been over two years since you left the dating world and allowed a man to actually handle you. Your subconscious is literally staging a protest. You’re dreaming about ink because you aren't getting the real thing." "I'm not that desperate," I laugh, though the heat in my cheeks says otherwise.

Just as I was about to turn into the road, the wolves blocked my exit. Before I knew it, the pack warriors had reached where I stood. I was surrounded. “Shane Lockwell,” the warrior I assumed to be their leader spoke, stepping down from his horse. “You have concealed yourself well, living as a miserable omega, when you are capable of such evil acts of sorcery." Breathing hard, I raised my hands like I was about to conjure up a spell. “Don’t come any closer, or you will find out what I am truly capable of.” I threatened, hoping to scare them off.

Dust fell onto their naked skin like dirty rain. Reza used whatever he could find for improvised bondage — old military ropes, torn strips of clothing, and rusted chains from the corner. He tied Soraya’s wrists tightly behind her back, then bound her full breasts in rough loops until they bulged, flushed deep red, veins standing out under the stretched skin. A thick rope was pulled viciously between her legs, the coarse fibers splitting her soaked pussy lips and grinding hard against her swollen clit. Her ankles were forced wide and secured to metal stakes hammered into the dirt floor, spreading her cunt obscenely open.

Chapter 17: She Is Ours Logan For the next section, there are definitions included with each part to add additional clarification. She said yes to bondage using cuffs, heavy, intricate and light bondage, locks, spreader bars, suspension and whole body restrictions using the material of chains, leather, ropes, scarves and tape. Some of the more intense and advanced things she rated as a combination of hard and soft limits. Like before, she has had no experience with any. "Breath play?" Kingston asked.

My fingers teased along the silk ties binding his wrists behind the chair, tugging just enough to remind him how helpless he was. My hands tightened those restraints further, pulling the knots secure so his arms flexed helplessly against them. The way his muscles strained only made me wetter, my walls clenching around his shaft as I rode him. I could feel the desperation building in his body, the way his hips tried to thrust up but stayed pinned under my control. It heightened everything—the emotional closeness mixed with the raw power I held over him.

"I don't mean now. I mean one day, I'd like to do that with you. We would work up to it. The other day, I cuffed you to the bed. Did you like it?" He knows I did, but this is a conversation, so I answered, "Yes," but the blush was still evident. "I have all of these ideas. Things I've seen at the club that I'd like to try with you. Do you know what Shibari is?" I shook my head, "I have a vague idea. It's a form of Japanese rope tying that has become popular in the B D S M culture." "Exactly!" he said, as if he was proud of me.