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.

3 0 erotic stories of the genre bondage which were read 8 7 1 4 9 times.

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
This is how the fantasy goes
I arrive at the Hilton Garden Inn before nightfall. In advance, I had made reservations for a handicap room as these rooms have a nice big walk-in shower and me being handicapped as well. From inside one of the bags that I had packed, I pull out all of the interesting toys that I brought. I set up everything on the table, the night stand and the...
wrote on 2016-06-03 | by big_bruno
Boss lady
It wasn't the first time I'd stood up to a woman and been knocked onto my ass. All I could think of at the time was that here was a pushy bitch riding roughshod on my plans; plans with much time and effort invested in them. She had come sashaying into my office while I was planning the day's schedule with my assistant, Bernice. "Tim, I won't...
wrote on 2016-03-27 | by Subbycuckboy
Please not the paddle
Please not the paddle. Anything but the paddle. Other girls get paddled, not me. I'm a good girl. A good student. Anything else, not the paddle. I turned eighteen today. They can't possibly paddle me, can they? Beverly's mind raced and raced. She tried to keep her hands and feet still but they seemed to have a mind of their own. Her palms...
wrote on 2016-03-02 | by WildAshley
Raylee
Raylee should have been more careful, but she was in a good mood. She just got back from a first date and it wasn’t too bad, a little awkward, but he asked her out a second time before she got out of the car. There was the kiss before she got out of the car, but that was all. She opened the front door, the living room dimly lit by the small...
wrote on 2016-02-26 | by Catherine
Marla in control
Marla was young still, right? She was still hot, right? She'd gotten married at 24. The first year or so had been great, but life had gotten in the way the last few years and at this point she was more just going through the motions. Her tits weren't quite as perky as they'd been at 18, but she still noticed a few construction workers put down...
wrote on 2016-01-19 | by HardcoreMasturbation
My self-bondage walk
I am of Italian decent, born in the south and raised in the north, I have been lucky enough to move to Nashville to pursue being a TV Reporter. Now I know that the profession of Reporting has fallen into the same category as being a Politician, or a Lawyer. I have always thought that exposing the wrong people do to help the little guy was a...
wrote on 2015-07-24 | by TheIt
VIPs in bondage - Five
Beyonce Knowles sat in the comfort of the leather back seat of the limo and stared forward at the back of the chauffeur’s head. She was headed for her day long session with Jennifer Lopez, prepared to be her slave for the day, set up as a deal between Jennifer and Mistress Whitney. She had heard rumour that Jenny had been forced to submit to...
wrote on 2015-07-06 | by Dark Cloud
VIPs in bondage - Four
The dark, stretch limousine cruised silently through the cold, deserted streets of Los Angeles, snaking through the streets inexorably towards its destination. It was late at night, just past midnight and in this business area of town on a Saturday night you rarely saw anyone around. The long car wound around one last corner and gently slowed to...
wrote on 2015-07-05 | by Dark Cloud
VIPs in bondage - Three
Mariah Carey sat on the edge of her bed in Whitney Houston’s mansion and absent-mindedly played with the full, long, luxurious hair of Beyonce Knowles, who knelt at her feet with her head resting against Mariah’s soft, naked thighs. They both stared at the wall clock, watching the minute hand tick inexorably towards one’ o’clock. At that...
wrote on 2015-07-04 | by Dark Cloud
VIPs in bondage - Two
The taxi came to a halt before the huge mansion and Beyonce rather tentatively exited from the back seat. She was alone and in something of a disguise (sunglasses and a dowdy jumper and jeans to hide her stunning looks and figure) and was both extremely excited at the possibilities of this weekend may bring and extremely worried as well. Since...
wrote on 2015-07-03 | by Dark Cloud
VIPs in bondage - One
Beyonce Knowles finished her final encore and thanked the audience in the arena and left the stage blowing air kisses at her fans as they yelled their approval and thanks. Sweat dripped from her long athletic body, soaking the tiny white, lacy bra top and miniskirt she had sang her final two numbers in. She smiled as her entourage and other...
wrote on 2015-07-01 | by Dark Cloud
Forced into a ghetto whore - Chapter 4
The rape, accurately filmed in all his lewdness and artfully camouflaged as a lewd prostitution trick by Bob, went on again and again. When their cocks were limp, they got them hard again torturing her with huge rubber cocks and dildoes taken from Bob's stock in the shop; they put clips on her sore nipples, plunged bottles and a special...
wrote on 2015-06-15 | by Djian
Forced into a ghetto whore - Chapter 3
They walked out. Their old, battered sedan was in the street, and she was forced to enter in the back, squeezed between Johnny and Amos. Jessie drove, Roy was beside him. They began to cruise slowly with the car, and it was clear that they were looking for someone or something. They arrived in front of a disco, or so it seemed from the mass of...
wrote on 2015-06-13 | by Djian
Forced into a ghetto whore - Chapter 2
Natasha awoke, slowly and confused, in a room that she didn't know. It was a damp, dark room ; she felt the stench first, then tried to move, but she couldn't. She was lying on a bed, and when she tried to sit up and stand, she found herself immobilized. His wrists had been taped together and tied high to the bedpost, and each of her feet had...
wrote on 2015-06-12 | by Djian
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