Spandex Bondage Stories Novels & Stories

It was gone instantly. "In my teenage years I saved my money and bought magazines with sexual bondage pictures." He shrugged. "For the ropes of course." He gave me a self-depreciating grin and then continued. "Back then, the magazines were filled with violence, which I found distasteful. It was not until I was older that I learned about the relaxing qualities and the sexual gratification found in artistic bondage. For me, Shibari and sex go hand in hand. It has been many years since I have had unbound vanilla sex."

“Normal sex is boring.” “Obviously,” she says, picking up an item from the cluster, and my heart skips a beat. “This is a spreader bar with four bondage points attached instead of the usual two- opening up for more bondage possibilities. Not only does it spread the limbs apart, though, but the bar also stays between the limbs- which means that the limbs can't be closed once the spreader bar is inserted.” “I get the drift,” I say, pointing to another set of items, “And what are those?”

The coolness of his hands causing a shiver to run through me. “Do you like it when I touch you?” I nodded. He whispered just above my ear. “Then say it.” “Yes. I like it when you touch me.” He ran the tip of his tongue along the length of my ear and whispered yet again. “Good girl.” This is all so new and exciting for me. Liam and I dabble with bondage every now and then but he was too gentle for games like this. No this would be Jaxon’s specialty. Once he had successfully deprived me from all of my clothing, he pulled me to the bare wall across the room.

He pulled me in for a hug. I did not spend the rest of the party obsessing over the fact that Liam and Alex were leaving. What I did was enjoyed myself and dance so freely that even the kids were embarrassed by me. Forbidden means that you can not have something or someone. And historically and by Beacon's values, I could not have a couple of things; like an omega having a good and successful life, and a she-wolf falling in love and getting married to a demon. But I made that sh*t happen. I did that. Lara Zane Meyer did that!

But in this case,people much worse, more dangerous, more brutal. And so,these children; all teenagers, with the exception of one, nicknamed the bully; fell into the hands of those who seek this evil pleasure. Not just to be stripped of their freedom but to become live players unknowingly. Their lives,an entertainment to their benefactors. And so,the horror of their lives began. -THE BONDAGE TRILOGY "Cameras are ready, sir Auctor." Sir Auctor looked up from the computer system he was operating, his eyes sharp and bright.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

Lena grabbed my throat with one hand and my tit with the other, pinching my nipple hard as she pounded me. “This pussy belongs to me now,” she snarled, thrusting even harder. “Every time you see me at family dinners, you’re going to remember how I ruined this tight little cunt.” I was losing my mind. The dirty talk, the bondage, the forbidden thrill of fucking Maya’s sister — it was all too much. Lena suddenly pulled out, leaving me empty and whining. She climbed onto the bench, straddling my face. “Eat my pussy first,” she demanded, lowering her soaked cunt onto my mouth.

His hands were shaking so badly he could barely grab the napkins. Mrs. Rodriguez appeared with a mop and paper towels, and for the next two minutes I helped clean up the mess while trying desperately to understand what had just happened. My wolf was going absolutely feral inside my chest, clawing and howling and demanding I go back to him, touch him again, claim him. No. No No No No No. This wasn't possible. This wasn't allowed. True Mate bonds didn't happen like this. They were supposed to be gradual, a pull that developed over weeks or months. Not a nuclear explosion on first contact. And they definitely, absolutely, under no circumstances were supposed to happen with HUMANS.

Sloane kissed back with equal force, hands grabbing at clothes. Tatum took full control this time. She pushed Sloane down onto the bed and grabbed a resistance band from her bag. “Hands up,” she ordered. Sloane hesitated but obeyed, her heart pounding with a mix of defiance and need. Tatum tied her wrists together above her head, securing them to the headboard. The band dug into her skin just enough to send sparks through her body. Tatum stripped Sloane slowly, exposing her toned body. “Look at you. So ready to break for me.”

“Remember how you’d get all dressed up in barely anything under your clothes and we’d go to Coverts? We’d watch the other couples, get so turned on and fuck all night” I swallowed, my nipples tightening at the memory. I hadn’t thought about Coverts, the members-only swingers club, in years. Nathan and I were more watchers than swingers, watching everyone’s pleasure, which heightened our own. When we first began dating, we went often. Each time, we’d end up having some of the best sex of our lives.. We would role play or do some light kink. The last time we had gone to Coverts, Nathan was as fit as a horse. Or so we thought...