Yuri Bondage Novels & Stories

The camera captured it all, the explicit detail of me pleasuring myself. "Add a finger," Dante said, his voice rough. "I want to see you fuck yourself." I pushed one finger inside, then two, spreading myself open while he photographed every moment. My cock was leaking steadily, my face flushed with arousal and embarrassment. "Perfect. Now I want bondage shots." He set up the ropes and tied me in various positions over the next hour. Spread eagle on the bed. Hands bound behind my back while kneeling. Suspended in a partial tie. Each position was photographed extensively.

The room also holds an array of beautifully crafted toys, each one designed to tease and please. Amidst this carefully curated setting, Karen sits in front of a mirror, dressed in a delicate lingerie set. Her expression is one of contemplation rather than sadness, as she combs her hair with gentle strokes. The room is not a place of negativity or power imbalance, but rather a space where trust, communication, and consent form the foundation of their intimate connection. David's approach to bondage is rooted in love and respect for Karen. They have open conversations about boundaries and desires, ensuring that both partners feel safe and comfortable. The room becomes a sanctuary where they ca

She dropped them to the floor and stepped forward, completely naked except for the black collar that still circled her throat. Elena’s green eyes raked over her slowly, drinking in every inch of exposed skin. “Good girl,” she purred, even though Riley hadn’t obeyed willingly. “Arms up.” Strong, practiced hands began wrapping the soft black ropes around Riley’s body with terrifying skill. Shibari. Elena worked methodically, first binding Riley’s wrists together above her head, then looping ropes around her chest, framing her small breasts and making them stand out obscenely. The rope cinched tight around her ribcage, then lower, creating a harness that dug deliciously into her hips and thighs

The petite woman unbound her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders, her blue eyes alight with anticipation, while the tattooed woman shed her remaining leather, her muscular form a testament to her strength. “Bind her,” the leader instructed, and the silver-haired woman tied my wrists and ankles with silk cords, securing them to the mat’s corners, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. The leader knelt between my legs, her fingers tracing my swollen lips, then slipping inside, four at once, stretching my cunt with a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Feel us,” she murmured, adding a vibrator, pressing it against my clit, turning it to a high hum that made me arch against the bonds. The brunette stradd

I answered, and hurried to do as he commanded. I was able to see, even though I was on the floor. The crowd was oddly considerate and either sat or stood off to the side so the people in back, like us, had a clear view. A man came onto the stage to introduce himself as Master Ethan. His sub was Mary and she was naked. Because of everything I had seen so far, I was not surprised at this. What did surprise me was when Master Ethan brought out the rope and began to explain the art of Shibari. It is a Japanese form of bondage. Master Ethan wove a harness across her thighs and upwards around her breasts. Then he demonstrated how he hooked her harness to a large ring above their heads which I had

I'm itchy, trying to peep straining my neck,my eyes are glued on a small room with papers littered everywhere. Cracking sound of door opening makes the hair on my neck stand up, jolting up and I stand straight with my eyes on the floor, spice and clean aftershave fills the air, moving my eyes towards the source, tying a white towel down his lower hip, I deep v line is exposed runs down the low hanged towel, my eyes wondered up, his abdomen is bare droplets of water slips his tone muscular chest, it all muscle lean dark muscle. Moving my eyes up, I'm horrified and quickly look down shyly.

I answered with a seductive smile of mine. “Okay then.” He said before turning to open his drawer. Pulling out a pair of handcuffs and a bondage cuff, I’d seen them before and I’ve always loved when we did stuff like this, I smiled. “Lay on the bed.” He ordered and I did as he said. Connor cuffed my hands to the bed and used the bondage cuff on my ankle, spreading my legs apart. I watched as he walked to his mini fridge and brought out a bowl of yoghurt, I had no idea what he would use that for but I was watching in excitement. Connor dumped scoops of the yoghurt on my body sending chills and vibration all over my body.

he asked, stepping closer to where Nina stood with a lustful look on his face. “What are you doing?” I struggled against my bonds. “Leave her alone!” The warrior seemed to take my words as a challenge. He raised his hand to Nina, who glared at him defiantly. “Aarlon stop!” Another warrior interrupted him, regardless, he pushed Nina. Aarlon turned to me with a satisfied smile on his face. “On a second thought, you are right, I shouldn’t soil my hands with the disgusting blood of these Omegas.” I glanced back at Nina, relieved they were all right. “Nina… take care of Abigail,” I whispered, trying to seem calm as the warriors resumed dragging me away. “I will be fine, I promise you.”

With my back to him, I heard him pick up the rope and unwind it. He asked, “Is this what you want? Bondage?” “Yes.” He began by looping the long rope around my chest. When knotted at my breastbone, he split the rope and wrapped it tightly around my chest. Like a stiff bustier, it kept me from taking a big breath. Next, he wound my arms into the matrix, binding them to my sides. I focused on his eyes as he pulled the end of the rope across my back and around my arms. Working like an artist, he wrapped and tightened it, so my front chest expanded, and my back arched. He continued looping the rope around each arm in this way so that the knotted rope became sleeves that bound my arms to my sides