Bondage Stories

Diane stood 6′2″, 145 pounds, and all of it was in the right places.  Large enough  tits  to  be properly played with,  slim waist,  hips wide enough to be ridden wildly.  She stood out in that crowd of uninhibited  bar  patrons.  Both Jeff and Carl saw her at the same time.  “Now there is one lady I would like to have tied to my bed.” said Carl.  “Your bed,  my ass.  I’ve got a greek cross that needs her more.  Can’t you just see that young,  firm body,  stretched out and sweating.  Waiting for  the next lash of my whip,  or maybe a shock to her juicy cunt from the cattle prod.  Damn I’ve got to get her spread. ”

Read more:  Bondage Story - The Perils Of Diane

As they lay huddled together, their naked bodies glistening with the sweat of the wild fuck they had just shared, he asked her. She giggled at his request, not sure she could do what he asked, what he desired, what he lusted for, without breaking up in laughter. He pleaded quietly, insistently, and she could hear the heat and lust in his voice. She bit her lip and looked at him, then kissed him gently and said “Yes, I’ll do it.” And she felt her pussy grow wet once more as she thought about controlling her husband, making him her sexual slave, forcing his hungry mouth against her swollen clit and between her firm asscheeks…making him serve her like a sex machine. And she knew she would not laugh. She knew she would love it.

Read more: Bondage Story - Beware What You Ask For

I had been Master Robert’s slave for only 1 week now, but already I would do anything - ANYTHING - he wished of me. “Ama!” I heard him yell, “Kneel at readiness!” I scrambled over to his feet kneeling before him. I arched my back sitting on my crossed ankles, as I spread my knees wide to reveal a glistening cunt for him. “Good, Ama. You have pleased me well.” “Thank you, Master,” I said, with my eyes lowered in respect, but my head raised high. He came over to me removing the towel he wore from his recent shower.

Read more: Bondage Story - Slave Ama