Tag: Bondage

(This is my first writing. I would appreciate any feedback) (Aftercare)

I start to wake as the feeling of weightlessness engulfs me. Before I can panic, I realize you are picking me up. I lazily wrap my arms around your neck, not caring where you are taking me.

As we go up the stairs you tell me to close my eyes. “It’s really bright up here pet,” you explain. We go up one flight of stairs, then we are in the corridor whe I took that fateful wrong turn.

Up a second flight of stairs and you pause adjusting my weight in your arms to open a door. Steam rolls out of the crack and I turn to get a better look. A mirror reminds me that I am completely naked in someone’s house. I struggle to cover myself lest anyone sees us.

You chuckle, and say, “Pet you realize this is my home. I have been planning this encounter for months, ever since your shirt slipped off your shoulder at work and I saw the bite mark. I knew I had to have you. Nobody else is here, you’re safe.” Read more »

(This is my first writing. I would appreciate comments for improvement)

I lay on the bed unable to move. Still blindfolded I struggle to listen for anything that will clue me in to where you are. The silence is deafening. After what seems like hours I hear a small click and the bed shifts as you climb on it. You press your jeans against my thighs and pussy. I want to rub myself on you so badly.

You start to drip some warm across my tits. Initially I though lt it was wax but it felt too fluid. Maybe a different kind of wax than what I use in my solo play? You drip it down my stomach and onto my mound. It starts to slid down between my lips to meet with my own wetness. You continue down my thighs and then onto my arms. I hear the snap as the cap closes. The bed shifts again as you leave.

Your hands start to rub my body starting with my calves and working up. The massage oil seems to become even warmer with every touch. You get to the junction of my thighs. Read more »

[part 1](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c7nur3/take_me_now_mf_bondage_predatorprey/)
[part 2](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c82bct/take_me_now_part_2_mf_bondage_predatorprey/)
[part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c8cvgk/take_me_now_part_3_mf_bondage_predatorprey/)
(This is my first writing. I would appreciate comments to help me improve) (Redone due to missed typo in the title)

I moan loudly as the tendrils of the toy you are using run down my back. I can’t place what this is in my head. It is not as easily identifiable as the whip and the paddle were. It leaves long stinging scratches down my back with some strokes and a thuddy impact with others.

I can hear it swish and whistle through the air. I imagine its many tendrils twirling and bending gracefully like a dancer before impact. I gasp as you switch up the game. You start to wrap those tendrils around me, landing on my breasts and stomach. Left then right over and over as I get lost in the sensation.

I barely register you stopping until I feel your hands on my breast and your denim clad cock against my ass. I try to rub against you for some relief. You squeeze and pinch my nipples as if you are playing some instrument. Maybe you are since I whimper and sigh with each touch. You slide your hand over my swollen and extremely wet pussy. You growl, “Mine pet” and I nearly cum right then. I thought it impossible to become wetter than I already was, but you proved me wrong. Read more »

(This is my first writing. I would appreciate comments to help me improve)

I moan loudly as the tendrils of the toy you are using run down my back. I can’t place what this is in my head. It is not as easily identifiable as the whip and the paddle were. It leaves long stinging scrathes down my back with some strokes and a thuddy impact with others.

I can hear it swish and whsitle through the air. I imagine its many tendrils twirling and bending gracefully like a dancer before impact. I gasp as you switch up the game. You start to wrap those tendrils around me, landing on my breasts and stomach. Left then right over and over as I get lost in the sensation.

I barely register you stopping until I feel your hands on my breast and your denim clad cock against my ass. I try to rub against you for some relief. You squeeze and pinch my nipples as if you are playing some instrument. Maybe you are since I whimper and sigh with each touch. You slide your hand over my swollen and extremely wet pussy. You growl, “Mine pet” and I nearly cum right then. I thought it impossible to become wetter than I already was, but you proved me wrong. Read more »

(This is my first time writing. Please leave comments for improvement)

CRACK!!

I scream, muscles tensing for the searing pain that was sure to follow. Yet… i felt nothing.

Two more loud cracks fill the air and I scream again. Surely someone can hear me. Someone has to be coming to investigate. The party was not that loud.

I feel the whoosh of air across my back and another crack. I don’t scream or tense this time. This is the head game. The scare tactic. As I relax my muscles, the searing white hot pain trails down my back. Before I could draw a breath to scream, another trail follows the first. Then another and another. I feel weak and raw. You hands start to trace the lines.

Yes or No is all you say. Yes or No. I don’t know the question, but never have I ever been so sure of a answer before. “YES”, I gasp. I can feel how hard you are as you press up against my back. You wrap your hands around my throat and squeeze. I struggle to breathe. The darkness creeps into my mind and suddenly you release me. I can breathe again. Read more »

Pallavi lay relaxed on the bed, spread wide and stark naked. Her hands and legs were fastened securely to the posts of her bed with the bedsheets not tight enough to hurt her, but enough to keep her bound in place for what w6as to come. Her eyes were blindfolded and ears were plugged with slow music, making it perfect for hightening her other senses.

She was unsure how long she’d been restrained for or how many times she had cum. Her man whispers in her ears from time to time. This made her, happy the prospect of the eventual orgasm. She began to grow wet with anticipation. She dreamt for a brief period of all the things she wanted, all the things she needed, to be done to her bound naked body. Read more »

Link to [part 1](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c7nur3/take_me_now_mf_bondage_predatorprey/)
(This is my first time posting. I would appreciate any comments for improvement)

After I struggle with you down the steps, you flick on a light. I closed my eyes in anticipation of the blinding brightness. But it was muted. The walls were black with cherry colored pegs holding various implements. There were so many things hanging on the wall. But what grabbed my attention was in the middle of the room.

Facing an out of place looking bed was a metal rack. All I could think of was a clothes rack, but I know you definitely didn’t hang up shirts on it. No this was were I was going to hang. Completely helpless.

You grab me suddenly by the throat and slam me into the wall. I felt the impact ache through my body, breathless with tears in my eyes. You squeeze tighter, enjoying the small sounds I am making. I could fight, claw at your hands, kick at you. Instead my hands stay at their sides and for the first time in months I am relaxed. You chuckle and you tell me not to move. Read more »

(This is my first time posting)

I watch you across the room. Watch as you weave in and out of the crowd. You prowl through the room looking for prey. You look up staring into my eyes, letting me see the animal inside. You have chosen and the chase is on.

I try to pretend I was watching, and even more so that my breath didn’t hitch when you caught me. The my pussy didn’t start to drip knowing you were coming for me.

I rush down the hall to put as much distance as I can between us. I might be the prey, but I won’t make this easy for you. I smile and weave through the crowds; stopping to talk to friends as I go. Friends are introducing me to different guys telling me why they are perfect for me to date. The problem is I don’t want gentle and kind. I want to be used. I want to feel.

I can feel you getting close to me. It is like the electric buzz of a storm coming. My skin feels like I touched lightening. I don’t want to let go. In my desire to escape I made a wrong turn. I face a set of dark stairs, and before I coudl decide you grab me. Read more »