bondage

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The genre bondage, which is derived from the definition of slavery, collects all the erotic stories that deal with the physical subjugation of the partners with the use of ligatures, corsets, hoods, gags. So in general standard, on consenting to the physical freedom, to move, to see, to speak, to hear. The only concession is passively sexual pleasures of one or more persons.

4 4 erotic stories of the genre bondage which were read 4 6 1 0 3 9 times.

Birthday Bondage
It's Saturday Morning,I have just waved my 2 kids off with my mother and I now get to enjoy my 30th.Being early I know I have 8 glorious hours until my friends arrive,except for Karen and Julia,they are here at1oclock to start helping me set up the party,so 4 glorious hours,1 hr to set myself up,2 for a mind blowing orgasmic self bondage session...
wrote on 2019-06-25 | by Ginnibred11
1st time in Bdsm
It was the mid 80s long before the age of the internet , to meet like minded people you had to use certain publications to advertise yourself, i had one such advert seeking singles or couples, being bi myself meant i could enjoy playing with both if the oppertunity arose , the type where the person contacting you had to leave a voice message and...
wrote on 2019-03-30 | by Domtom4u
Bondage gone bad
Years ago after high school I got a job as a security guard. Boring as fuck. I got a stupid baggy blue shirt and nylon dark blue pants, soviet military looking era hat. Also... handcuffs. The handcuffs were kind of cool. I never envisioned being able to put it on anyone. Give me a fucking break… I was only 100 pounds dripping wet. I...
wrote on 2019-03-28 | by Stephanie K
Betrayal: A Bondage Trap
It’s a beautiful warm mid summers day in a quiet secluded parkland. Trees are providing shade and protection from the harsh sun rays. I look around only to see trees all around me, a drive path just ahead of me that passes me from left to right, a large shelter on the left side with park benches in it with a car park on it’s left side. The...
wrote on 2019-03-10 | by CrimsonCheeks
Sex on the beach
On the beach. It was a sunny day, and I was there with my sister. I was sunbathing when she was sunbathing as well. The she rolled over and whispered in my ear, "Hey brother, why don't we spice things up a little!" " Oh yeah?" I reply. "Yeah. Meet me in the family change room!" And she walks off taking her stuff with her: I approach the room....
wrote on 2019-02-26 | by Anonymous123
The time we turned each other on ( true story)
I have always had a crush on my cousin. At the time, I was 15 and she was 20. The major age difference bugged me and to this day it still does. We have been very close for years. One day we were watching a show and she asked me to play with her hair a little bit. I didnt think of it much because she enjoy having her hair played with. She bends...
wrote on 2019-01-11 | by Luke N
KEN and his Mother in law
Ken went off to his mother in laws. She had a painting job she wanted doing Just a couple of hours she said. Saturday morning up bright and early he put on his overalls and drove over. His mother in laws name was Jane Ann Marie. Her school nickname was Jam and she’s been that ever since. Jane is a widow her husband passed away five years...
wrote on 2018-11-27 | by MJ Perry
Bound and gagged
About 8 years ago myself, my girlfriend Jenny and another couple, Mark and Janet went out to see a movie. In the movie there was a scene where a woman was kidnapped, tied up and bundled into the back of a car before being driven off by the perpetrators. This got the four of us into an argument at he end of the film as to how much notice...
wrote on 2018-11-11 | by Nigel
The Undercover
I have always had a fascination of Pauline Réage’s ‘The Story of O’ – and the film(-s) – and the Crepax Comic about it. In the following I have tried my hand in a sort of updated ‘fantasy’ over the same subject. I hope you will enjoy it – and excuse errors etc. as English is not my native tongue. You are welcome to repost, but...
wrote on 2018-08-27 | by Merethe Madsen
How I was remade
For several years I live with a woman who has deviations in sex. . It started with the fact that she was biting my cock, I was hurt but I was patient, because I did not want to offend my Gracie. If she offended she could not communicate with me for a week. With this blow job, my thoughts were like distracting her to another action. Three years...
wrote on 2018-08-03 | by elijahelijah
A Visit to the Dungeon
The banter in the car had died down between the two friends as they drove to their secret destination, a new place for Ali, who had only very recently entrusted her friend Marissa with her secret.  Keeping the silence at bay were the old seventies love songs playing on the radio, a favorite of Marissa's, who now quietly hummed along with the...
wrote on 2018-03-17 | by PherBal
Tickle me please
I have always loved being tickled,as a young girl my friends and I would have competitons to see who could could hold out the longest before yelling stop and the one who yelled stop the soonest would then be tickled twice as long as the one who held out longest. I always lost. I would then be pinned down,and tickled without mercy screaming and...
wrote on 2018-02-08 | by Ginnibred
I love being tied up
I love bondage. The feeling of being naked and helpless. I like being tied up. And my boyfriend John loves getting me into some type of rope bondage. Sometimes John and I go out for a weekend of tie up games. John likes to take me out into the country, tie me up naked, gag me and go off and leave me. This time there will be a new twist. John...
wrote on 2017-09-02 | by Susan
Backcountry bondage
When I was in high school I meet my future boyfriend now husband, John. I have two love's in life. Getting naked in public. And bondage. Even as a little girl I had dreams of someone taking me out into the woods. Ripping off all my clothes, tying me up and leave me there. I see people looking for me and they can't find me. I would tell John...
wrote on 2017-08-21 | by Susan
Kinky bdsm
Morning had faded to early afternoon by the time Mandy crept into the shower. When she emerged, she found William was gone and Beth had been tied to the kitchen table. Rebekka was feeding her g****s and tormenting the bound woman with her fingers. Jerome was sipping tea, watching the tableau. Her own lover, Sandra, stumbled with bleary eyes...
wrote on 2017-05-01 | by stardustnymph
The day I met a real life slut
On the road again. I was traveling back from a day on the road and as usual found a quiet lane to stop for a bite to eat, the sun was out the day was beautiful and as I ate I noticed a girl walking towards me with a very short summer dress. As she got closer her dress was being caught by the summer breeze, she was making no attempt to hold it...
wrote on 2017-04-05 | by zibbles
Welcome to the Pleasure Dungeon
The PD is slightly less dungeony than the Triple D, classier and a bit more burlesque. The walls are covered with tapestries and soft hangings. There are Silk ropes as well as chains on racks, stocks, x-frames and spanking horses. There are also couple of cages for display of the subs - somewhere to keep subs somewhere until doms are...
wrote on 2017-03-07 | by Dungeon-Master
Demonstrators
She was a nice but not overly sexy looking woman; she was a little overweight though by no means fat, reasonable tit`s, according to her husband, a smackable arse, a smile could light a room and brown hair down her back. She also had a son that worshipped the ground she walked on and another that hated her bitterly, though she did not know it at...
wrote on 2016-11-23 | by alibodge
A trip to remember
I had known Jon and his wife a while, he seemed a nice retired guy who had spent his life on the railways of the USA, she, his wife was a mature lovely who outwardly looked like butter wouldn’t melt in the mouth of. A great housewife, a good housekeeper, she had a daughter by another earlier marriage and a couple of sons, all now left home so...
wrote on 2016-11-19 | by alibodge
Chastity with Ex as Keyholder Part 2
From what I could remember the following morning, I had definitely done something stupid. My memory became fuzzy after she had left. Just as she had predicted, I surfed the web and looked at my saved cache of porn. Unable to get off on it, I drank more and stayed up later than usual until everything became a blur and I woke up on the couch,...
wrote on 2016-10-08 | by ChastityLatexSlave
Chastity with Ex as Keyholder Part 1
Several days off. I was looking forward to it. The days off had been meant for something else, but those plans fell through. Now, I had the weekend plus several extra days. I could barely contain myself as I was excited to try out the new toy I had recently purchased. As soon as I got to my apartment, I checked with the management building and...
wrote on 2016-10-08 | by ChastityLatexSlave
Caught and used - Fantasy
It was a great afternoon and being away on holiday was great. I had booked a lodge in Cornwall and had a long weekend to my self. The lodge was an expensive one with Jacuzzi and all the latest mod cons. The first night was great as I was able to dress up and be myself and just be a general slut really. I had bought along my dildo collection and...
wrote on 2016-09-05 | by gemma-longlegs
Remembering your duties
3:30am You awake with a start. You had drifted off peacefully hours ago, waking up so suddenly has disoriented you. Your eyes frantically dart through the darkness as your heart races. Soon you realize I am climbing on top of you, poised to mount your face. Now you realize that your punishment is about to start. My hand runs through your long,...
wrote on 2016-08-17 | by ova9bbc
Death of the hero
A Hero's death need not always be literally. As the old saying goes, you either die the hero or live long enough to see yourself become a villian. But in doing so a Hero is dead anyways. Gone are the morals and the justice. No longer are they a role model for the youngsters. Often they don't even maintain the same appearance or name. So in...
wrote on 2016-07-01 | by Rhy
Paula
Paula looked at the slip of paper in her hand again. No, there was no mistake, this was the right address, but the place was looking kind of closed down. It was, or rather, it had until recently been a bar, but now both windows were covered in plywood. But the door was slightly ajar. She entered, calling out a testing “hello..?” There...
wrote on 2016-06-24 | by Ortsal
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