Rope play Stories

She was a fucking vision—perfect in her imperfection. Bound and spread wide, blindfold tugged tight, chest heaving. Panting for him like a bitch in heat. He’d felt it the moment he stripped her—a tightening low in his gut. A twitch behind his zipper. She hadn’t said a word, but her body had already confessed. The scrawl on her chest—black ink now sheened in sweat—wasn’t just decoration. It was a declaration marked in her...

The dungeon suite welcomed her again, but this time, it was different. There was a stillness in the air that wasn’t silence. It was weight — the kind that presses gently against the ribs, like hands waiting to catch you. Luna felt it the moment she stepped inside. The lights were lower than before, the scent of incense deeper, richer. Vetiver and something smoky. This wasn’t about indulgence. It was about exposure. Isaac...

The rope harness has you suspended before me by just your waist as you arch back towards the floor. I step forward and firmly grasp the back of your neck to support your upper body, lifting you up. You sigh, "Please Sir." "You've been waiting all week for this haven't you?" "Yes Sir. And I'm so hungry for you." "Open wide for your reward." I slowly feed the tip of my cock into your salivating mouth. Your tongue swirls aro...