#bond@ge

[livsredroom]

guyss if i made a discord where i would do/post whatever is asked of me, would you joinnn?

it been a thought in my head for a minute and i wanna do it

bc hear me out u wanna see my tits? done u wanna see me r@pe myself with a toy? already sent whatever is asked i will do

[ickybabybunni]

If you want to see buns pussy just dm her🥰

[melanch8ly]

I think it would be very fun to have Sevika tied up while you rile her up and see how furious she gets… much to think about

tied and teased

tags: bondage, power play, fingering, nipple play, begging, forcing sevika to be subby, edging.

you’d been begging to tie her up for weeks.

weeks.

and sevika had been saying no for just as long. every time you brought it up she’d just scoff, tip her chin at you with that smirk like you were playing at a game you didn’t understand, like you were real cute for thinking you could do anything to her that she didn’t let you do. but you kept asking, persistent, climbing into her lap with those soft, sweet eyes and your ridiculous pout and your even more ridiculous mouth. promising to be good. swearing you’d make it worth her time.

you were desperate for it. and sevika?

well, she wanted to see what you'd do with power. she was curious. and maybe a little cocky.

so she let you.

sort of.

“you get ten minutes,” she’d growled, pulling her shirt off as she sat back in the creaking old armchair in her safehouse, chest bare, eyes glinting like danger. “tie me wrong, and i’m breaking that headboard within five minutes.”

you grinned.

you didn’t tie her wrong.

no. you used three different knots, tested and double-tested—and had the rope wound tight around her wrists, binding them above her head to the iron beam behind the chair. she watched you do it, lips curled with lazy interest, letting you pull her mechanical arm taut, her flesh wrist even tighter. you straddled her thighs, made sure her legs were spread wide, left her muscles flexed under your weight.

and the whole time she just watched you. let you work.

she still felt powerful.

…right up until you started riling her up.

because you’d promised to behave.

you swore.

but the second you had sevika tied and helpless, her abs flexing beneath you, arms yanked above her head, those silver eyes glaring at you with heat, you lost your goddamn mind.

you started teasing.

slow. so fucking slow.

you pressed kisses to her jaw, her throat, bit at her collarbone. you kept grinding down into her lap, just barely brushing where it counted, then pulling back. dragging the strap against her abs and laughing into her neck when she growled. you cupped her tits, bit her lip, licked the corner of her mouth when she tried to bite you.

and sevika?

she was fuming.

tied up. flushed. jaw tight. glaring. her arms strained against the rope like she was ready to break the damn beam behind her. you could feel the tension radiating off her. she kept bucking her hips and you’d just lift off with a giggle, wagging your finger like she was some disobedient pet.

“you’re pushing your luck, doll,” she snapped finally, voice all gravel and restraint, “get me off or i swear to god—”

“swear all you want,” you purred, leaning in to nose at her cheek. “i'm doing what i want.”

she snarled. actually snarled.

her thighs flexed under you. her arms yanked hard enough the metal groaned above her. she bared her teeth like a feral thing, breath hot against your ear.

“just wait till i get out of these restraints.”

you just smiled sweetly. rocked your hips slow against her thigh. and whispered: “then beg.”

she froze.

you pulled back. stared down at her flushed, furious face. daring her. lips slick, eyes wide, that stupid little grin she hated on your mouth.

"c’mon, big girl," you murmured. "say please."

she laughed. once. bitter and full of smoke.

“fuck you.”

"you wish."

you leaned in and bit her earlobe. dragged your teeth down her neck and didn’t stop until she was twitching in the ropes, jaw clenched so hard you could hear it crack.

her voice was low. murderous.

“you’re gonna regret this.”

but your fingers were already sliding down her stomach. already brushing between her legs, under her boxers. already teasing just the very edge of her.

"maybe," you whispered, voice all saccharine evil. “but for now…”

you kissed her. slow and messy. like a girl who just lit the match and threw it into the gas. “...you’re all mine.”

and sevika?

she was still tied up. still furious. and wet as fuck.

you rock your hips just a little. just enough to make her grind her teeth, flex her thighs, curse through her teeth. you kiss her again, but lightly. you graze her lips with yours, smile against her mouth, mock her with your restraint.

“not so fun when you’re the one tied up, huh?” you murmur, voice sticky-sweet.

her silver eyes glare daggers at you.

you giggle.

“this is kinda what i feel like every time you’ve got me tied up,” you say, dragging your nails slowly down her stomach. “makes me feel real empathetic, y’know?”

“you’re dead,” she mutters.

you kiss her again.

“nah.”

you grind down slow. obscenely slow. her thigh flexes under you. her jaw is tight, her chest heaving, every breath louder than the last. you can see her straining again, muscles coiled, like if she could just get one hand free she’d flip the both of you and have your face in the fucking floorboards.

but she can’t!!

and you know it.

so you ride her thigh just enough to make you feel good. shift your hips in little motions she can’t sync with. you drag your tongue across her collarbone. you bite her. you moan soft and breathy just to taunt.

“mm—fuck, i could finish like this,” you whimper, hips rolling. “wouldn’t that be mean?”

she growls.

“don’t you fucking—”

“aw, poor baby,” you pout. you grind again. “wanna come too? too bad.”

you kiss her hard this time, hot and messy, just enough tongue to rile her, just enough pull on her bottom lip to make her strain for more. but when she leans in, you pull back.

“nuh uh,” you tease. “if you want something, ask for it.”

she laughs. dark.

“not fuckin’ happening.”

“you sure?” your hand slips down her stomach. lower. between her legs.

her hips jump.

“gonna be a long fuckin’ night for you, then.”

you lean in close. lips brushing hers. just enough to tempt.

“i’ve got time, baby.”

and then you go to work.

you press your palm just barely between her thighs, roll your wrist, make sure your touch is maddeningly light, more threat than promise. you lap at her nipple, mouth teasing, tongue flicking slow while your hips grind against her thigh like you don’t even notice the mess you’re making.

she groans. curses. bucks.

nothing.

still tied.

you pull back again.

“still don’t wanna beg?” you ask, faux-innocent.

“go fuck yourself.”

you laugh and slide your fingers in.

just two. just enough. slow. steady. shallow at first. then deeper. you start fucking her with your fingers while grinding on her lap, mouth on her throat, moaning softly just to mock the way she groans, gasps, and writhes. the ropes creak. the chair tips. her voice is wrecked and low.

you keep going. and going. and going.

until her hips are twitching, her thighs are flexing, and she’s snarling every time you pull away just as she’s about to crest.

you edge her. once. twice. four times.

by the fifth, her whole body is shaking.

and your voice? still teasing.

“you gonna come like this, tied up and begging?” you purr. “or you gonna be stubborn forever?”

“…fuck you…”

you curl your fingers just right.

she chokes.

“…i—fuck—”

you pull out again. and sevika snaps.

“please.”

your brows lift. lips part.

“what was that?”

she glares like she wants to tear the walls down with her teeth.

“…please,” she growls. “fucking please, let me come.”

you smile.

“awww.”

you lean forward. press a kiss to her mouth.

then sink your fingers back in. harder, rougher, faster.

“you’re so cute when you beg.”

and sevika? she comes so fucking hard she nearly breaks the chair.

pt.2 where sev does escape and gives reader hell..

editing acc: @sevikastr4p on tt

[bubbleteavessel]

I hadn't realized that you noticed when I'd touch myself at work. I thought I was safe within the walls of a office, at my desk with my fingers deep in my boxers. The only camera in this office hadn't worked in a while, so I took my opportunity to releive stress on company time.

I started getting ahead of myself, sneaking my vibrator into work as quiet little moans escaped my lips on occasion, sometimes just when you were walking by the door.

Today I was particularly needy, so much so that I hadn't even noticed that the camera was fully operational that day. I had just started my lunch hour I was so focused on desperately getting myself to cum that I didn't notice that you, the security guard could watch from your office.

Just as I was about to cum, my stupid vibrator died. I whined and cursed, hitting it against the desk when I heard a knock at my door.

"Come in!," I yell, frantically stuffing the vibe back into my drawer.

I see you open the door.

"Oh, can I help you?"

I see you smirk.

"That was quite a performance you put on for the cameras."

I look up and sure enough, the camera is very much in operation.

My face turns beat red. "Oh god, I didn't- I just-"

Before I can choke out an excuse, you lock the door behind you and approach me in my chair, grabbing the handcuffs from your toolbelt.

"No need to get all flustered, I won't tell anyone. As long as you let me help, you clearly need it."

I whimper as you cuff my hands behind the chair, squirming in place. I shouldn't... but I was so close and I've practically soaked the chair just trying to cum. I've already made it this far. Plus, I needed to keep my job and it looks like the only way I'd get to do that is to let you have your way with me.

You take my vibrator from the drawer and plug it in on my desk.

"I'll need this later."

You take your sweet time peppering kisses on my thighs and over my boxers before pulling them down to my ankles. You take long, slow licks of my tcock, slipping your tongue in and out of my hole and I continue to whimper in pure desperation. You clearly enjoy my misery and draw this out as long as you can. You take your time getting me as close to the edge as possible and pulling back every time. You don't mind me becoming more and more anguished as the hour slowly passes. By the end of my lunch break, I am a sweaty, desperate mess.

"P-please... I need to cum."

You pull back, seeing that my lunch break is almost over. I watch your expression anxiously, trying to figure out if you're going to keep your end of the deal.

"I think you're gonna need some deadline extensions."

You unplug the vibrator and take some twine, tying it between my quivering thighs before turning it onto it's lowest setting. You also take the time to stuff my boxers into my mouth to muffle the moaning.

You flip the light off. "I'll see you at the end of the day," you say, leaving my office and locking the door behind you.

I sit there as I cum hard almost instantly on the vibrator despite it being at such a low setting. I whine as the pleasure I begged so hard for turns to painful overstimulation, and I still have hours left on the clock. I wriggle around in my chair, but it's no use. I look up to the camera with a pleading look in my eyes, knowing that you're enjoying yourself from where you are.

You lean back at your desk, watching me for the rest of the afternoon, knowing that everyone else thinks my office is empty and technically, you could keep me there as long as you please.

[reginald-ink]

"Daddy.....

...You're scaring me.."

[a-a-n-n-random]

[cinnqmonbunny]

Last pic of the night, concluding my first day of posting ꕥ

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[callmesexymomma]

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[campgender]

from Better Bondage for Every Body (2017) ed. Evie Vane

image description: an artistic photo of a bondage model followed by its caption.

the model, JoyfulNoise on FetLife at the time of publication, is a fat white woman with shoulder-length curly hair. the photo shows her in suspension bondage, on her back with her right leg extended to point to the ceiling.

the rope used is a deep burgundy, echoing the dark red background of the photo which fades to a black vignette.

the model has her head tipped back, hair falling behind her, and is beaming at the ceiling. she's naked; the photo has high contrast, accenting every fold in her body, and warm lighting: she glows.

the caption reads: "JoyfulNoise. Bondage and photo by The Silence." end image description.

[skies04]

The way I'm laying right now, my body positioned perfectly for him to take control. It’s like I'm on a bed just so he can take me however he wants you.

My lips are begging to be taken, my curves are begging to be touched. My holes begging to be used and abused. All you have to do is rip off my clothes, tie me up so that I can't fight.

[bubbleteavessel]

I'm gonna go ahead and tease you allll day long, but pretend to be completely clueless about it. I might innocently bend over a few times, just cuz I dropped me pen, or accidentally reach over you and get up close and personal while I'm doing it. I'll make cute little noises, completely by accident the whole time we're out.

When we get back to your place, I see something under the coffee table that just have to grab. A dvd, the remote, who knows? It doesn't matter. I get down on all fours and duck my head underneath with my ass in the air. This position makes my shorts look tight up against my ass.

At this point, you can't help yourself. You hold me against the ground while I try to wriggle away, but you're much stronger than me. You know damn well that I've been doing this on purpose, and you're just taking what you're owed.

After you pull down my boxers and shorts, you stuff me full and fuck me until you're completely satisfied, which takes ages considering how pent up you were.

Of course, I can't cum from penetration alone, so I have to sit there and get all riled up while you take out the days frustration on my boycunt. It's only fair. You're just giving me a taste of my own sweet, sweet medicine. I apologize profusely between whimpers and cries of desperation but you've made your intentions clear, I'm not gonna come tonight no matter how much I beg.

The night ends with me tied up in that position by the coffee table. My pussy is thoroughly abused, but you don't know when you'll need it next, so best to just leave me there for the night.

[a-a-n-n-random]

riding you

[elusive-grace]

Act 1

I wake, and I'm lying on the floor. There's something soft under me, but the rest of the room looks like a basement. I try to move, but my wrists and ankles are bound in duct tape. Another piece is over my mouth, stifling my scream. A tear trickles down my cheek as I feel the throb between my thighs, and I remember.

I remember fighting you when you first grabbed me and dragged me into the back seat of my car. But you captured both of my wrists in one hand, and yanked my pants open before you shoved your other hand inside. How did you know exactly how to touch me? Your fingers worked my clit in circles, and I sobbed. God, it felt so good to be touched, even if it was forced. Even by a stranger. You smirked at me, following the twisting of my hips as I tried to escape your surprisingly gentle fingers. But the more you stroked, the weaker my struggles became, until I was whimpering and moaning, and thrusting my hips up to meet your fingers.

"There's a good girl." You cooed at me, like a lover. Like someone who knew me, cared about me. "Now cum for me. Show me what a slut you are." And it was like those words broke something in me, and suddenly I was cumming hard, so hard, unable to contain my sounds of pleasure, despite my fear of you.

While I was still recovering, you wrapped duct tape around my wrists. When I tried to protest, you put one piece over my mouth. Then, leaving my pants unfastened, you dragged me out through the door, and into the side door of a white, windowless van parked in the next spot. You slid the door closed, and I whimpered, knowing my chances of coming out of this alive were very slim now.

"I have to drive us home now, sweetling. But don't worry, I'll help you stay nice and distracted the whole way there."

You took something out of your pocket, but from my angle, I couldn't see what it was. I heard the buzz, though, just before you rolled me on to my stomach, and jerked my pants down around my thighs, followed by my cotton panties. You slid your fingers along my pussy lips with a sigh, then shoved the little vibrator inside of me, pulling both my panties and pants back up. Then you sat, roughly pulling me into your lap and pushing your hand into my pants again, from the front.

"I really should wait until I get you home, but I want to hear you make those delectable sounds again, and know that this time, you're making them for me." Your fingers found my clit again, and I tried to squirm away, but the expert way your fingers moved, coupled with the vibrations thrumming through my cunt, made me shudder and buck again in only a minute or two. I tried to hold back the sounds and the pleasure, but I couldn't fight it for long. And once it came, I couldn't stop it, couldn't control it.

"Perfect.", you said. The vibrations prolonged the pleasure, and as you set me down on my side, I could already feel the next big orgasm coming. I heard the van start, felt it rumble beneath me. I tried to wiggle closer to the door, but I had no way to open it with my hands bound behind me.

[lustfulsinner657]

2nd shot I took ❤️🤭 (second attempt posting)

[pupkingsx]

Thinking about hearing a pretty boy complain about how he's still a virgin and taking the liberty to drug, kidnap, tie up, and help him with that ♡

If he didn't want someone to take advantage of him why would be be broadcasting such a thing like that?

[cncleric]

I need someone to understand my love for casual bondage. I want to be tied up and restrained and muzzled and collared and then I want us to curl up and watcha movie. I want you to tie me to a chair and then serve me dinner with the full knowledge that I can't get up. It feels like someone saying "I acknowledge I've incapacitated you and will assume responsibility for your safety while we do this thing together." Bonus points if they fuck me nasty style after.