Yuri Bondage Novels & Stories

Dim red lights dangled from exposed brick ceilings, casting a sultry, crimson glow over patrons clad in leather, latex, and lace. In one dimly lit corner, a raised stage hosted a live demonstration that made Kyra's breath catch: a lithe woman bound in intricate shibari ropes, her body arched in exquisite ecstasy as her Dom—a stern figure in black—whispered commanding words into her ear, a flogger trailing lightly over her flushed skin, eliciting soft gasps.

She kept on kissing me as she carried my left hand, placing it on her boobs. She moaned softly as I thrusted my right middle finger inside her pvssy, she moved her waist in circles as I thrusted it the more. She couldn't go on anymore as she pulled my hoodie which made me refrain from fingering her wet pvssy. I shifted backwards as I moved my singlet, joggers and boxers I was putting on as she also moved her gown.

“The whole ‘go into the haunted grid alone and rearrange the wires with your bare hands’ thing. That’s banned.” “Banned?” he echoes. “Wow, harsh legislation councilwoman.” “I’ll write it on a rock and chunk it at your face if you need it formalized,” I tell him. His mouth twitches. “You grabbed my hand,” he says, quieter. “I don’t think it realized… I could use you as an anchor instead of the other way around.” I look down at our fingers, only a few inches apart on the couch cushion. The glyph in my palm gives the faintest glow, answering the one on his chest like a heartbeat.

I sense this guy is seriously bent. I shove back the urge to shake as I wander past him wearing next to nothing, putting on my best little-girl-lost face as I watch a middle-aged Dom tie his female sub up to a rack with a series of complicated knots that frame her breasts and thighs, rubbing her nipples or clit whenever the sub moves. I don’t have to fake my eyes widening. “That’s Shibari, little sub. Japanese rope bondage,” Ruiz says, stepping closer. “What are you doing wandering around here without your Dom? Did he leave you again?”

"Maybe if I fuck your mouth deep enough, you’ll never even think about leaving me again. Now keep sucking, baby." Ethan’s eyes rolled back from the depth of the thrusts, tears pricking his lashes, but he managed to choke out around the thick shaft, "Yes... Yes, Daddy..." as he eagerly gagged on Damien’s cock, completely surrendering to the man he loved.Damien let out a low, dark growl as Ethan’s muffled agreement vibrated directly against his shaft. He tightened his grip on Ethan’s golden hair, holding his head firmly in place as he set a punishing, unrelenting rhythm.

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.

“I hope tomorrow I better understand why I don’t need a man right now.” “I’m glad I can help you come to that realization. Ready for some bondage? You’ve not watched any of these before, have you? It might make you too horny and you’ll want that asshole back up here.” Sandi shrugged a shoulder. “Hell no! Tonight, I’m open to learning new things. I’m seriously considering your offer to model for Daniel, too. Who knows what might happen.” Sandi pressed the remote and the snap of a whip sounded as a leather bustier came into view, the camera panning up to show the woman with a ball gag, her hands tied above her head and then down to her ankles spread wide, connected to hooks in the floor.

I crave it. Alessio climbed onto the bed with deliberate slowness, the mattress dipping under his weight. He knelt between my spread thighs, eyes roaming over every inch of me like he was memorizing the sight. Then he reached for my left wrist and ankle, binding them together with one of the black ties. The silk was smooth but firm as he knotted it securely—not too tight, but inescapable. He repeated the process on the right side, folding me open, my knees bent and pulled toward my shoulders. The position left me completely vulnerable: pussy on full display, ass slightly lifted, arms and legs immobilized in a helpless, spread position. I tested the bonds instinctively. They held. A thrill of

she cried when he continued the torture before scooping her with his hand around her waist so that she would sit right in his lap and for a moment, she stopped breathing feeling the fullness she felt right now. “Move” he ordered, the warm air falling on the shell of her ear. Yuri wasn't new to this, he wanted her to tide him. She shakily placed her hands on Ethan's shoulders. Clutching on them tightly while preparing herself, and she felt Ethan push himself where she gripped on to his shoulders, her head falling on his chest. Yuri tried moving, but Ethan soon took the lead with her slow movements, entering her over and over again until she had her nails digging into his shoulders. Red lines

"Janet here is very new to submission. She just admitted to us all this past Thursday that she was a sex slave, like most of you. Before coming to this realization, in the process of exploring her feelings about submission, she developed a list of things she wished to try. My lovely slave, and wife, Julia has been doing these items with her so she could explore her submission without exploring them with a male which could be upsetting to her boyfriend. Two of the things on her list were nyotaimori, which she participated in at supper, and Shibari rope bondage, which Sam has graciously offered to demonstrate for us here tonight with the assistance of Riyuki. Since neither of my slaves has exp