Tied Up Breast Novels & Stories

Her name on my tongue was not a request which she deciphered correctly. Her hands came up and rounded to her back. The position put her breasts on display, straining against the bra as they were. When she unhooked the bra, she hesitated for a moment then holding the straps in her fingers she slid it off, leaving her berry bink nipples bare to my hungry gaze.

she said and I smiled. I sat in front of the mirror, my hair pinned back, as Marcy sectioned it with nimble fingers and got to work curling and weaving the strands into a soft, elegant updo. Tendrils were left to frame my face, and she added a delicate hairpin adorned with small pearls and silver leaves. While Marcy worked on my hair, Sade started on my face. Her brushes were gentle, her hands steady. It felt like I could sleep while they did that, it felt so calm, the way she brushes stroked my face.

He placed a hand on my chest and when he pinched my breast, I jumped away from him. “What is that?” He asked. “I am sorry. I have been having pains in my breast for days now,” I said and he frowned. “I think it is maturity,” Delvin said. “Maturity?” I asked confused. “Yes. It is common among females, but some males also have the experience. Don't worry we will go to the camp clinic when we get back. It is nothing to be worried about. It just means that I will have to keep my hands off your chest,” Delvin said then winked at me.

We lay tangled in his sheets for only a few minutes before the ache in my breasts returned, fuller and heavier than before. The orgasms had stimulated my milk production, and now both tits felt swollen to the point of pain—tight, hot, and leaking steadily onto his chest where I rested against him.

I was having a problem breathing. My hands shook badly. I wanted to hold my breasts and squeeze them but I was afraid of what would happen if take that step. What if I don't survive it? My hands moved, hesitating every movement they made till they touched my breasts. The feeling made my head spin. I squeezed and a sound escaped from my core that was most definitely not from me. I massaged both breasts, an action that sent tingles running through my whole body and rested inside the sole of my feet.

I'm just frustrated I spent so long tying it back into a smooth, professional ponytail this morning. Once my breasts have started to cool, I reach over and grab some paper towels. I gently pat down my neck. After a moment's hesitation, I shove my hand down my shirt and try to mop up the rest of my boob sweat, too. And the swamps that have formed under my armpits.

I sit upright again and reach both hands down, gripping the thin fabric of her top, right in the middle of her chest between her breasts. I pull apart savagely. RRIIIPP! It’s so satisfying, such a delicate material to tear apart. Her breasts pop out, jiggling slightly from the ripping motion. Her top is left hanging wide open, torn straight down the center. Only the very top and very bottom left intact, leaving her looking ravaged.

All the fibres of our souls had interwoven and combined, rendering us soul-bound for life. As we both came down from our euphoria we held each other in a tight embrace. Neither wanting to let go. “Caterina…. ? What’s happening to me?”

Her ankles are tied directly to her neck instead of the chest harness, moving her ankles will put strains on her neck. The position also puts strain on her chest, making breathing difficult. After tying her, he started rolling her on her back, making it extremely inconvenient for her to move and all her weight was on her tied up ankles and arms. He put a ball gag in her mouth, then took a red candle out of the box and lit it up. The wax starts to melt, and he slowly pours wax all over her breast. She winces at every drip of wax on her skin.

I feel something tight around my waist. When I feel something heavy going over my head. And hear material being moved and fluffed. “Place your hand over your breasts and hold it in place.” Oh, my Goddess, what the fuck have I got myself into? “Breathe, babe, you look fucking gorgeous.” Aura prances in my head. I swear if I could, I would kick her ass for this. I feel myself being pulled back with each tug, but I stand in place, hearing a zip and material being tied.