Diaper Bondage Novels & Stories

orgasm squirting around his wrist, ass milking load from him. Bedroom bondage harder: Wrists and ankles to bedposts with belts, spread crucifixion. Dean mounted, cock spearing pussy, then adding vibrator in ass on max vibrations thrumming bones. He choked, bit tits bloody, spanked clit with crop from drawer. "Rape me harder break the bed!" Frame splintered under slams; climaxes chained, her wails deafening "Cumming endlessly, fill me!" cum erupting as wood cracked.

For now, she wasn’t too sure about how to set things up, even if she had a huge office dedicated to it. “I’m thinking of something obvious that the viewers can enjoy. Do you have a swing or rocking horse with a detachable toy? What kind of restraints are good for self-restraining? I have no idea about bondage, so something attention-grabbing but easy to use would be great.”

“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 gulped, “Please do that, uncle. I need to be punished.” “And you will be.” He took the nipple playful tassels' nipple clamp and the unbound clit and nipple clamp. He gave them each a look before he dropped them, only to pick up the bondage boutique adjustable tweezer nipple clamp. He smirked at that, giving it a long look before he turned to look at me, his eyes going to my nipples which were restricted by the lingerie I was putting on. The tight nubs were straining on the piece of clothing, eager to be let out, just like my pussy.

Diana helped me get ready in my room, fussing over my hair and carefully unzipping the garment bag to reveal the stunning gown Rowan had given me. It was even more breathtaking under proper lighting—champagne silk with intricate beading across the bodice, hugging my curves perfectly and flaring out slightly at the hem. Diana clapped her hands like an overexcited stylist. “You look like money and trouble had a baby. Honestly, I could cry.” I laughed. “It’s just a dress.” “No,” she said firmly, standing behind me as I faced the mirror. “It’s the armor. And tonight, you walk in there like you own every room.”

His arms and leg were wrapped around me as if I was some tree and he was like a climber who was wrapped around my body. He buried his head in the crook of my neck and his warm breath was creating alien sensations in the pool of my stomach. Oh, God !! my whole body started burning. I tried to sleep but couldn't, as my body was just too aware of being held captive by his body. Oh, God !! what was happening to me? It seemed that I was on fire. I tried to get out of his arms but could not, finally, I stopped trying, and as I was also very tired, so I slept.

The walls of the dungeon were cold and damp. The air itself seemed to cling to the skin like a heavy veil of misery and despair. And in that place of shadows where silence felt like the language of death itself, Stefano had kept her, bound and trembling, her wrists chafed raw against the iron restraints that anchored her to the chair that had long ceased to be just a chair but an altar upon which his wrath was worshipped.

Diana's POV - I shifted, in an unusually nearly snug rack and inventory setup. He'd commenced with the bondage and, like earlier than, it changed into the form of bondage that failed to care approximately my inclined submission, the sort that drove me the maximum wild. A form of slat setup held me cradled below my waist so that I changed into bent ahead over it, tied down with a harness wrapped around my waist and, as soon as once more, that harness held an inflated toy in my ass.

“You made it.” “I almost didn’t.” She gave a crooked smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I wasn’t sure what you meant in your message. Seriously Ropes?” Adrian tilted his head, a faint smile curling at his mouth. “Shibari. It is a Japanese bondage rope. But not the kind you’re thinking.” He gestured toward the coils of rope, then to the lights positioned around the room. “I want to explore shape and form and lines on the human body.”

I said. I flicked my eyes around and I saw some instruments on something designed like vanity. “ What are this? I asked. He began to pick them up to explain them after the other. Dildo, nipple clamp, shackles, choker, yokes, gag, bondage hood, Genitial clamp, impact toys , restrain tape, Rope, binder, speeders bar, anal hook and chasity toys, he walk to the closet and show me some clothes in it. In this three days, I will be in control and not you, if you disobey” he says