Tied Up Breast Novels & Stories

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.

“They do make bigger sizes than this. Sometimes your father is as bad as the rest…” “It’s fine, Jules, I’ll make it work.” She finally got it tied, and I felt like I could barely breath… It push up my breast a bit. They were already large as it was, this enhanced it even more. “Umm, Jules… mind helping me get the dress over my head.” Jules pulled the dress down and proceeded to tie the back. I could feel it straining on my chest.

I looked his way, and he raised his eyebrows, nodding toward my chest. Looking down, I let out a little squeal and hastily let go of my breast. The damp spot on my right breast was no longer a spot. My shirt was straight up soaked. Like, literally drenched. Dripping, even. I must have been pushing the milk out by squeezing my tit that way. I didn't have time to be embarrassed before reflex took over. I jumped up from the couch and turned toward the hallway.

It was as if her body was sending subtle signals, whispering to her of the changes taking place within. As Zelda gently pressed her hand against her chest, she couldn't help but notice the tenderness that had enveloped her breasts. They seemed more sensitive than usual, each touch eliciting a peculiar mix of discomfort and curiosity. It was a sensation she had never experienced before, and it left her with a sense of wonder and intrigue.

Reaching the edge, she placed her hands on his shoulders and urged him backwards, easing him down onto the soft mattress. Her hands, no longer hesitant, moved with confidence and purpose. They traced the delicate line of the hem of her top. She pulled the garment up her torso with a fluid, almost impatient motion. The soft material snagged momentarily on her loose strands of hair, a fleeting distraction before the fabric parted, revealing the delicate lace of her bra beneath. Her fingers, now trembling, reached behind her back, fumbling for the small hook. With a soft click, the clasp surrendered, and her breasts, glorious in their fullness and heavy with burgeoning arousal, were freed from

Marti had other ideas. She grasped the hem of the oversized tee shirt and pulled it over her head. She threw it across the room before turning her attention back to me. She caressed her breasts with her hands. She slowly squeezed a breast in each hand, following each squeeze with a gentle tug on each nipple until her nipples were stiff with cold and arousal. My cock grew even stiffer as I watched her.