Tied Up Breast Novels & Stories

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.

Originally, amongst the different knots and webs on her chest and stomach, she had had a rope going between her legs like a thong, tucked into her ass with a knot against her clitoris, as well as two choking bonds around her breasts, as if they each had collars of their own. Now, she had two spider webs on her breasts, the arranged binds converging on what felt like two rings, pressing down on her areolas with her nipples poking through, making them swell and stand erect. The rope between her legs had now become two, but they were wrapped around her thighs like a harness. They had settled right in the creases, between the sides of her pussy and her inner thighs, squeezing the plump lips and

“That’s a bit of a loaded question. Short answer physically I feel healed, no pain, and almost back to normal, minus these milk jugs on my chest. Mentally I feel scattered. My memory is shit and I still cry a lot. Also, the bond is still weird and now it’s more charged than ever. Which issue would you like me to go into more detail about?” Dr. Meadows looked at me and laughed, “All of that is 100% normal, except maybe the bond issue. I don’t know why that hasn’t calmed itself down, hopefully it will soon. In my professional opinion I think you need to start binding your breasts to slow down and eventually stop your milk flow. I can tell by looking at you that you are producing more milk than

I’ve seen far too much bondage pornography to not know what this is, I could feel it but I had no idea what it was called even though I was sure that this was it. I was pressed against the wood wall, my arms and hands now having slightly more room behind me and soon, I felt a strong cord being coiled around each tit, and pulled tight. Now, I was sure that no matter what happened, I couldn’t pull my boobs out anymore. I felt trapped, trussed and imprisoned worse than before. My boobs were exposed and I couldn't see what he was doing to them. I felt something like grease on my nipples before feeling something cold attached to my nipples.

With no comb in the current situation, she simply used her hands to comb through the strands, dampening them with water. Surrounded by the clear spring water, Selena's mood began to improve. Her previous urgency subsided as she delicately wiped the full breast. The tight binding from previous days had left her feeling sore, and she worried about causing any further discomfort. She resolved never to bind her chest again.

I made sure to make a note to hang it up before it got too wrinkled, but now was not the time for that. I turned around, my hands immediately on my breasts over my bra. The clasp for my bra was in front, and I quickly undid it, letting my breasts spill out in front of him. I watched his eyes dilate as they were freed, and it just turned me on more.

IT'S UNHOOKED! It is maybe because I was moving too much while sleeping, not because my breast grew bigger over a short period. I slid my two hands inside my shirt to connect the hooks. But it's not easy unless I take off my shirt and start dressing from the beginning. "Need help?" "No. I can do it." I stopped after replying to the voice who asked if I need his help. 'Why... WHY DID I FORGET THAT I'M NOT ALONE FOR A MOMENT?!'

I didn’t mean to share saliva—I just wanted him to eat. “Ahh,” he said, opening his mouth like a child. “You’re such a baby.” I fed him again, but he frowned. “You’re wearing your bra again?” I looked down and immediately covered myself. “What’s your problem?!” “Don’t wear a bra when we’re home. It’s unnecessary. Bras—especially tight ones—can cause skin irritation, back and shoulder pain, restrict blood flow, and interfere with lymph drainage. I’ve already seen everything, so don’t worry about me.”