Yuri Bondage Novels & Stories

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 don't speak nor defend myself. "Am talking to you" she spoke out pulling me closer to her by the dress. She held on to my uniform with unimaginable strength. I was trapped between her clutches, her sharp red nails dug deep into my skin. Whimpering out, I looked around anxiously. "Don't you think that's enough" an all to familiar voice spoke up. I looked up with hope, his stare was icy. With the command she realised my uniform. I stumbled lightly and looked down biting into my lips.

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.”