Tied Up Breast Novels & Stories

he ordered, voice rougher now and commanding. I obeyed, lifting my arms. He wrapped the silk around my wrists twice, then tied it tight to the metal headboard slats. Not painful, but firm. I tested it, but I couldn't pull it off. My breasts pushed up, nipples hard as pebbles, pussy clenching visibly with fresh need. Alex stepped back, stroking his cock, veined, still slick from me and his own cum. “Look at you tied up and dripping for it. My good little slut.”

They all seem happier now that there is far more room to truly use me, to sincerely show me what it means to own a woman’s body. The rope guy doesn’t take any time positioning himself in front of my face. I think he is going to give me his cock, but I am wrong. He bends over me, dangling his cock right in my face, just out of reach. There is nothing I can do about it as he starts binding my breasts, one and then the other. I can feel the blood rushing in and being unable to escape, the pressure shooting through my now swollen nipples.

“Breasts also get in the way. Before I started to bind them they were verra annoying. They bounce around when I try to hunt or swing a sword. Likely that’s why most lasses don’t bother learning how. That is more uncomfortable than wrapping.” She drew her lip between her teeth again and Gair knew her top was completely bare and she was waiting on his reaction. He let his eyes slide down from hers, over her neck to her breasts, feeling his tarse stir again as he did. “I still can not believe you hide all that with a wrap. For some lasses it would nay be difficult, their breasts are just a handful, but...oh Izzy-bee, that wrap must be so tight!” “You like them unwrapped?”

Unshakable. “Stop,” she said, her voice sharper now. But he still didn’t let go. Instead, his grip tightened slightly, keeping her in place. “You’re upset,” he said quietly. “I said let go.” “No.” The single word made her chest tighten again. Frustration flared. “You don’t get to just—” Her words cut off when she felt his hand shift slightly against her side. slipping towards her breast. She wasn't wearing any bra. Brushing against her nipples.

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"Oh, I think we can help you with that, Natasha. Why don't you come in and we'll give you a hand?" Natasha stepped into the room, her movements hesitant but eager. She wore a tight tank top that hugged her curves, and Tully couldn't help but notice the way her nipples strained against the fabric, as if begging to be touched. Jake closed the door behind her, locking it with a soft click. "So, where exactly are you having trouble?" he asked, his voice a low purr. Natasha pointed to her breasts, her face flushed with embarrassment. "Here. They're so full and achy. I need to get the milk out, but I don't know how."

His one hand squeezed my one breast making me moan loudly. *****************************

The body slumped forward in the chair. A frown creased Alex's face as she worked to undress the girl. She dragged the body to the tub in the bathroom then flipped on the water. While she waited, she adorned the cream-colored low cut dress and looked down. Her swollen breast burst at the seams. The whole thing felt too tight. She'd have to pump later. Someone was going to notice she just grew a breast size and a dress size in the last five minutes. She flattened her boobs out underneath the bra as best as she could. It was uncomfortable but at least she wasn't bursting forth anymore.

And as she did this motion, she advanced to the next picture on her presentation, really making sure I understood what the next part of her presentation would center on. Bre*sts. Lisa Warden's bre*sts were blown up on the far wall, an enlarged version of the vision I was seeing in front of me. The picture showed her bre*sts barely contained in a black bra, similar in style to the red one she was wearing now. She was using her arms to force her fleshy bre*sts outward, causing the bra to seem strained to the point of bursting. Her hard nipples were evident beneath the lace, jutting out, gagging for appreciation, and a warm, wet mouth.

"I'm going to tie your breasts. Then I'm going to bury my face in your cunt, slurp you up as you cream all over my face." Her eyes went unfocused. I flicked her nipple. "Did you hear me?" She nodded. "Please, Ryker. Please." She shifted again. I got to work. I plumped up one breast, wrapped my tie around the base of the tissue. Did the same with the other one. Soon, her breasts were standing up proudly from her chest. The skin was blanching as the tight ties restricted the blood flow. Her nerves went a little quiet with the lack of blood.