Spandex Bondage Stories Novels & Stories

"I see." He pressed the little clamps at either end of the chain between his fingers. "I think I know what this is for," he said. It didn't take a genius to figure out what the clamps were for. "Take your top off," he ordered. As Belle pulled off her top and unclipped her bra, she wondered how much it was going to hurt. One time a guy had squeezed her nipple and when she'd claimed to like it, he went too far, almost twisting it off. It was safe to say she hadn't enjoyed the experience much.

"But of direction. If I'm being type sufficient to apply something small like needles, then I opt to use a whole lot of them." I sniffled, then skipped alongside at his facet while he used his chain leash to drag me, pausing to warfare only some times, and on every occasion became met with a harsh tug that made me choke a bit. And status out of doors the non-public dungeon - the only with a desk in it, I knew - with a Master whose concept of kindness became the needles for play piercing made me subsequently suppose that I truly became a slave who'd subsequently met my torture match. And perhaps I ought to be extra cautious with what I do. I shifted withinside the bondage he'd located me in,

What Alex took off was only his belt, but not his pants. And, this belt was an extraordinary item. It was a magical treasure called Divine Binding Rope. It was found in the storage ring of a Peacock Tribe member. Whether it was authentic or not, it was now a good item to use to bind Shirley. “Have you heard about the national art in Japan called the art of rope bondage?” Alex said eloquently as he looked at her and examined her figure from head to toe as if he was considering where he should begin binding. This made her feel a misconception that she had been stripped naked. “What’s the art of rope bondage?”

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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.”

Damien said, "Natalia is ours for the night. No limits except her safe word. Let's begin." They surrounded her, and Natalia felt six pairs of hands on her body....groping, squeezing, exploring. Someone's mouth on her breast, someone else's fingers in her pussy, someone spreading her ass cheeks. "On the bondage bed," Damien commanded. The bondage bed had restraints at all four corners plus the center. They laid Natalia on her back and secured her....wrists and ankles spread wide, completely helpless. "Who wants her pussy first?" Damien asked. "I do," Marcus said, positioning himself between her legs. His thirteen-inch cock pushed into her, and Natalia moaned.

She made a sound that went straight through Bellamy. “That’s it. Whatever feels good.” “This feels good. You feel good.” “I’m not touching you.” “Your voice is. Your words. It’s enough.” Bellamy’s hands gripped the edge of the mixing board. They were shaking. “Tell me what you want,” they said. “I want you to touch me. For real. Not through glass.” “Soon.” “Now. Please.” “Not yet. Keep going. I want to hear everything.” Juniper’s breathing got faster. Her sounds more desperate. Bellamy watched through the glass, listened through the headphones. It was the most erotic thing they’d ever experienced.

Instead, he led me upstairs, down the long hallway, straight to that heavy wooden door at the end. He entered a code and The lock clicked open. When he turned on the lights, I froze. The room was stunning and terrifying all at once. Soft red and black lighting. A large four-poster bed with restraints built into the frame. A padded spanking bench. A St. Andrew’s cross against the wall. Hooks hanging from the ceiling. And an entire wall neatly organized with toys — floggers, paddles, ropes, vibrators, plugs, nipple clamps, and things I didn’t even recognize.

Then her eyes landed on the horizontal poles attached to wall in one corner of the room. Thick chains hung from the pole. Leather cuffs dangled next to the chains. Emma saw whips and floggers of different sizes and materials. A shelf displayed coils of rope in various colors. She saw blindfolds, ball gags, clamps. All the stuff she used to see in movies with BDSM scenes. Her fear slowly switched to curiosity. She walked deeper into the room. She saw a four-poster bed fitted with black silk sheets and built-in cuffs at each corner. On a side table, rows of red candles sat beside bottles of oil and lube.

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