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“These let both partners feel everything more intensely.” Jason’s hand brushed Aria’s lower back. “Interesting.” She swallowed. Then came the bondage section. Cuffs in leather and metal, soft ropes, blindfolds, collars, spreader bars. “These are for when you want to play with power,” the woman explained. “Control. Trust.” Aria’s eyes landed on a set of black leather cuffs with padding inside and small silver buckles. They looked… intense, but not terrifying. “You like those?” Jason asked quietly.

It never did occur to me that he had this kind of fantasies. The zipper of the dress was on its back so Adrian did it for me. I have no choice but to remove the dress on my body. I was completely naked while Adrian just freed his hard cock, pre-cum was on his cock’s tip as if he had been feeling lustful since the start of the program! We both moaned when he finally entered me. He just sat me at the huge table and opened my legs wide for him. My right leg was on his shoulder as he entered me roughly.

The bodyguards swore that some of the alleged women were guys in drag. The three girls I shared with Cosmo just last Wednesday were Capricez girls. Still, I pleaded ignorance to Gracie. It was better if she was going to live. I knew the Capricez girls steered away from bondage so diverted in that direction. "I take it that anal sex in bondage is new to you?" "Of yes... but I would be willing to try." Music to my ear, I had just the thing. - The X-Cross Bondage and sex machines usually take a lot of time and co-operation to set up. But that is not my style, so my machines were selected for me to use alone with a guest, and quickly. I led Gracie to the machine I decided to use next.

His forefingers swirled around the little nubs and they became instantly hard and swelled to almost double their usual length. "I've never experienced anything like this," I whispered. "It's almost as if I feel I'm wrapped up, or, I don't know, mummified." "This is similar to Shibari, Japanese rope bondage," he said conversationally, "and this part," he tapped the rope where it went down from my belly and between my vaginal lips, "is called a crupper." I was still looking in the mirror in utter amazement and trying to take everything in as he was speaking.

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“I have spent weeks watching you walk through these halls, so proper, so guarded, so defiant. And all I could think about was dragging you to this bed, wrapping you up, and trapping you beneath me so you couldn't run." Hearing him confess his fantasy made my core throb faster. I was practically weeping between my legs, my body reacting to his words like gasoline thrown onto a fire. God help me, I thought, a dizzying wave of heat making my head spin. I have a bondage kink. I like being his prisoner.

A faint, quiet smile touched my lips as the door clicked shut behind me. The suite was warm, smelling faintly of sweet vanilla and fresh linen. A bottle of expensive champagne rested in a silver ice bucket on the side table, two crystal flutes sitting beside it. Annabelle was already waiting for me in the center of the room. She was dressed in a sheer, ice-pink lace lingerie set that left almost nothing to the imagination. The delicate fabric strained against her full breasts, her tiny waist tapering down into thick, curved hips that spilled out over the thin straps of her panties.

One minute they lord around the house acting like they own everyone, the next minute, they are cuddling against your legs, begging to be pet, and following you everywhere. “It’s called bondage.” My heart quickened in my chest when he suddenly answered. “The human mind is a complex thing. And dangerous things such as restraint, control, and force can arouse us.” “People get aroused from bondage?” I blurted out, and he nodded. “Isn’t that dangerous? The ropes would cut off your blood circulation. How the hell are you supposed to get pleasure from that?” My breath caught in my throat when, in response to my question, Christian’s hand suddenly shot towards my neck, catching me in his grip.

“And I’m going to tease this greedy little pussy of yours until you’re screaming. And you’re not going to come until I say you can. And you’re certainly not getting my cock until I decide you’ve earned it.” Her pussy clenched, empty and aching, at his words. The humiliation, the absolute control—it was everything she’d fantasized about for years. She nodded, wordless. “On your back. Legs spread. Arms above your head.” She obeyed, her heart hammering. He moved with practiced efficiency, tying her wrists together with the silk rope and securing them to the wrought-iron headboard. The bonds were firm, unyielding, but the silk was smooth against her skin. He looped more rope around her ankles, t

Spit dripped down his balls, and the fountain water splashed softly behind them, mixing with the filthy sounds of their mouths. “Enough,” Julian growled after a few minutes. His cock was rock-hard and shining, but he didn’t want to cum yet. “Stand up. I’m going to tie you up tonight. With your own rosaries.” Hannah’s eyes lit up, while Rebecca looked nervous but excited. They pulled the long strings of beads from around their necks. Julian took them and led the nuns to the stone fountain. The edge was wide and flat, perfect. He made Hannah bend over first, her big tits pressing against the cool stone. Then he tied her wrists together with her rosary and looped the beads around the iron ring