Best Bondage Erotica 2015

by Rachel Kramer Bussel

  I think panic may have set in for the briefest moment. Bryan had never before put me in a position where he couldn’t free me the moment things got too much, and I couldn’t quite believe he’d done it to me now. Then I took deep breaths, reminding myself that there were duplicates to the keys. He’d have them handy somewhere, and all I’d have to do was call “Red!” and this game would be over.

  But I haven’t used my safeword in any of our training sessions before, and I don’t intend to start today. Now, I am moving toward that place where all is quiet and centered, where the slight burn in my thighs and the strain of keeping in the same position for so long can be ignored. The nagging need to come is another matter. I know that if I keep squeezing my inner muscles around the dildo, I can take myself all the way to the edge, and over it, but Bryan has expressly forbidden me to come without his permission. In other circumstances, I might have disobeyed that command and earned myself whatever punishment was due, but being kept in bondage with that infernal drip of icy water between my tits is already quite enough in the way of punishment, thank you. Not to mention the delicious nipple torment Bryan has returned to administer from time to time.

  It might just be my imagination, but I’m sure I can feel the barrel of one of the keys against my skin. Not only is the room pleasantly warm, but the heat of my body is helping the ice to melt faster than it otherwise would. Even so, every minute seems to stretch on forever, time playing the weirdest of tricks on me. I close my eyes and do my best to think about nothing, retreating to my mental oasis of calm and composure.

  “How are we doing?” Bryan’s voice is soft in my ear. He takes the ice cube between his fingers to examine it. When I look at it, I can see that only the thinnest remnants of ice now surround both keys, and the teeth of the crocodile clips are almost touching. A few more moments, I tell myself, and this will all be over. Though what might happen when the keys are freed and the cuffs removed is another matter entirely.

  Bryan’s question was addressed to himself. I don’t need to reply. He can tell from the flush on my skin and the juices that coat the inside of my thighs just how keyed up I am, how excited obeying him makes me.

  “Nearly there now, I think.” He lets the cube fall from his grip, and when it lands, it’s definitely metal that rests against my skin, not ice. Holding my tit in one big hand, he strums the nipple with his thumb like it’s one of his guitar strings.

  No longer caring about letting him know how much I need his attention, I moan. Held secure in my bonds, I have happily forfeited all responsibility for my own pleasure. I’m reliant on Bryan, trusting him enough to give me what I need. He knows me so well, and he’ll never push me farther than I’m willing to go. It makes him the perfect Master for me, the perfect trainer, and I want to show him how well I’m learning all the lessons he’s teaching me.

  “You look amazing in bondage, Kay,” Bryan murmurs. “And you can’t know how hot you make me, with that dildo plugging your pussy. But I bet you want my cock up there, don’t you?”

  “Oh, Sir, please…” I want that more than anything, but I know I won’t get it till I’m free of my restraints. Maybe if I will the keys to fall, I can make it happen by sheer force of concentration.

  Bryan plucks at my nipple again. “Maybe I should fuck your ass while your cunt’s still full. How would that be, eh?”

  I can’t form a reply. There’s no way I’d be able to take him in my rear hole, not with that big dildo still rammed all the way in me, yet it’s such a hot, dirty image it has my pussy convulsing in little spasms around that silicone cock.

  That’s the moment when the last of the ice melts, and the cuff keys drop to the polished floorboards, landing with an audible clatter. Bryan bends to scoop them up. When he regards me again, his smile is positively feral.

  “Looks like time’s up. And you’ve done so well. But there’s just one last thing I need to do before you can be released.”

  My heart sinks. I’ve waited so long, endured all his torments, and he’s still going to keep me restrained? What the hell does he have in mind for me?

  Bryan slides his palm between my legs, cupping my pussy. The movement pushes the dildo just a fraction farther in me, and I know it’ll only take a little more of this stimulation before my long-denied orgasm hits me.

  “Come for me, Kay.” It’s an order, not a request. “There’s a good girl.”

  He curls his hand up, sliding the chilled keys beneath the webbing of the harness and pressing them to my clit. And I melt.

  YOU SHALL NOT COME

  D. L. King

  “The game is simple. It’s your goal to make your partner come and it’s your partner’s goal not to. We play the first round and then we switch. We keep doing that until one partner comes. We continue to play until the most frigid—I mean the strongest—is left standing. And yes, this is a bondage event.”

  It was one of those weekend sex camps, the kind where you pay to commune with nature, bugs, heatstroke and poor facilities in order to see friends you seldom get to see and meet other like-minded folks. And, of course, the state-of-the-art dungeons don’t hurt—well, you know what I mean. This was only my second time doing the camping thing. I’d kinda hated the first time and sworn I’d never do it again. But Janice talked me into it. She really wanted to go—even after I told her about my previous experience—but she didn’t want to go alone.

  “Come on, Lydia; it’ll be fun. And if you really don’t like it, we could move to a motel close by. But it’ll be fun,” she begged, “you’ll see.”

  I really liked Janice so I figured, what the hell: it’s one weekend out of my life—how bad could it be? We were sharing a tent. Yes, I said a tent. At least the bathroom facilities at this place, unlike the other place, were in good condition and the campground employees kept them that way.

  The announcer/referee for the game was wearing leather pants and no shirt. It was about a hundred and fifty degrees. Honestly, I have no idea how he was doing it. The saving grace of this particular event was that it had to be played naked. It was Saturday at noon. This was one of the first events and was meant to be a mixer, of sorts—a good way for people to get to know each other, maybe find new play partners. We were in the bondage barn. It wasn’t air-conditioned, but there were lights and fans. The announcer continued.

  “Okay, if you’re playing, move to the center of the barn.” People began to move over that way. “Spectators keep back.” He walked over to our group and counted heads. There were an uneven number of players. “Hey,” he yelled back to the spectators, “anyone else want to play? We need one more person.” No one stepped up. “Come on, guys, it’s fun. You get to come.”

  A woman in a G-string and a few beaded necklaces said, “I thought you said the object was not to come.”

  “Yeah, well, it is. But eventually you get to come, right, except for the winner. And, most importantly, you get to play. So, wadda ya say? Anyone want to join us?”

  “What does the winner get?” a short guy in the players group piped up.

  “I’m glad you brought that up. The winner gets this beautiful trophy.” He held up a small, gold sculpture of an icicle. It was pretty cool. “And a twenty-dollar gift certificate good for any item in the vending area.”

  There was general oohing and ahhing, but no one else stepped up. Finally, one of the guys in our group decided to bow out.

  “Come on, Mark, don’t leave. It’ll be fun,” his friend called after him.

  “No, you do it, Jeff. I’ll just watch. I’ll cheer you on.”

  That left eight of us. The ref ordered us to strip out of whatever we were still wearing and then told us to pair off. One couple, who came together, paired off first. The rest of us found a partner. I got Jeff. We introduced ourselves. Jeff said, “No one has ever made me come if I didn’t want to.” I told him I loved a challenge.

  The referee had each team move to a prepared mat. Each mat had several lengths of rope, several differently sized s
preader bars, leather wrist and ankle cuffs, a blindfold, a box of gloves, a medium-sized butt plug, a vibrator, a box of condoms and a bottle of lube. He explained that the top could choose to use any piece of bondage equipment in the barn, or nothing at all. If the top chose to use nothing, the scene would take place on the mat. We could use as little or as much of the equipment as we wanted. The bondage could be as elaborate or as simple as we wanted. There were only two rules; the first was that the bottom’s wrists and ankles had to be bound in some way. The second was that there was to be no penetration with anyone’s cock. We were free to use fingers and toys, but nothing else. The safeword for the game would be Red. Using the safeword would have the same results as reaching orgasm.

  “You will be given fifteen minutes to tie your partner and try to make him or her come. When you hear the whistle blow again, you will switch and the bottom will become the top and you will start over. We’ll keep switching like that until at least one member of each team has come. Then the winners will form two teams and we will start again until one of each of the remaining partnerships has come.

  “The final two will pair off and be given half an hour each. Hopefully, there will be one winner at the end of that time.”

  Jeff’s friend, Mark, piped up from the group of spectators. “But that’s not fair. Women can have multiple orgasms. It takes guys longer than fifteen minutes to come again.” People turned around and looked at him, some incredulously and some with pity.

  “Um, dude, you only get to come once. And then you lose,” some guy in the crowd explained.

  “Oh, right,” Mark said and took a step back.

  I looked at Jeff. “Yours?”

  “I don’t know him. Never saw him before in my life.” We both laughed. “You want to bottom or top first?” he asked.

  I was pretty sure I could hold out, no matter what he did, but he was cute and I kind of liked him and wanted to watch him in action so I said, “Bottom.” That would give me a chance to not only see how he played, but to find out what turned him on, for later.

  We picked a mat and the whistle blew. “Lie down on your back,” he said. He used a short length of rope to quickly bind my wrists together. He wrapped each wrist separately and then went up and over with a figure eight, making it impossible to escape. Once my wrists were bound, he buckled ankle cuffs on and attached a three-foot spreader bar to them. I immediately closed my knees.

  “Think you’re smart, huh?” he asked, making a neat triple wrap around each leg, just above my knees. He separated my legs by attaching the two-foot spreader bar to the wraps.

  I don’t usually bottom and I have to admit, this definitely got my pussy’s attention. I could feel the juices begin to gather and my lips begin to puff. My body screamed out to be touched and I rocked my hips against the mat.

  “Relax,” he said. “I’m not done yet. There’ll be plenty of time for that.” He doubled a longer length of rope and tied the two loose ends to my ankle cuffs, then pulled the folded end between my wrists. As he pulled, both my legs and my arms came up. Once I was bent like a U, he tied the end off and quickly knelt down and put his head between my legs, letting me balance on his shoulders. “So, Lydia,” he said, “are you getting a little wet? I think you are. I can smell you,” he growled as he ran two fingers up my slit. “Mm-hmm, just as I thought.”

  He buried them both in my pussy and pumped three times before sliding them out to circle my clit. It felt good. Really good. He sunk them inside me again and leaned forward to lick and suck my nipples. After getting them both wet, he leaned back and blew gently on them, causing them to crinkle and harden. Now, he used his free hand to pinch and pull on them, elongating them, while stroking my interior and using his thumb to circle my clit. I have to admit, it was pretty nice and I think I moaned. But I got distracted when I heard someone scream and then a few people laugh.

  “Don’t worry about them, Lydia. We have all the time in the world.” He curled his fingers up and now his internal stroking was pressing and caressing my G-spot. As my breathing sped up, he kept pace. He removed his thumb from my clit and I groaned. “Oh, you like that, Lydia? Your clit is so swollen. It’s absolutely huge,” he said. He pressed both fingers against my G-spot and smacked my pussy with his hand, hitting my clit, and I screamed. “Come for me, Lydia. Come for me now,” he said, and smacked me again. “Come for me, pretty girl.”

  I was right on the edge. The guy was good. He raised his hand again and I knew when he smacked me, this time I’d come. Just as he was about to make contact, the whistle blew. He couldn’t stop the momentum and as his smack landed, I came in a shower of blue light, my hips rising off the mat.

  “Yeah, Jeff! You got her! Way to go, man,” I heard his friend yell.

  “Ooh, sorry, man,” the referee said. “What’s your name? Jeff? Yeah, she clearly came after the whistle. That doesn’t count. You gotta be quicker.”

  I barked out a laugh and then sighed in my bonds.

  It took a few minutes to get everyone free from whatever bondage their partners had devised. I had to admit, simple as it was, Jeff’s bondage scene was a good one. I’d been trying to think about what I’d do to him while he was playing with me. It worked, for a while, to keep my mind occupied and off what he was doing, but when my thoughts about playing with his cock mixed with what he was doing to me, it brought me too close to the edge and I had to stop thinking.

  The good thing was that he’d been turned on ever since he started to play with me. Currently, his cock was at half-mast, so I knew it wouldn’t take much to get him going again. Once the whistle blew, I gathered up some rope and the cuffs, handed him the box of gloves and the medium butt plug, grabbed the lube and condoms and walked him over to a padded, black-Nauga-hyde-covered bondage chair. I seated him with his legs spread, attached the ankle cuffs and clipped them to the rings on the chair legs. I fastened the wrist cuffs and attached his arms to the crossbeam just above his shoulders. His cock jumped when I stood between his legs to bind his arms to the beam with rope.

  I smiled and knelt down to gently stroke his shaft. “So you like being bound tightly.” I ran my hands over his chest and pinched his nipples lightly. His breath caught. “Mm, yes, such sensitive little buds of skin. Not enough people understand just how sensitive a man’s nipples are, do they? It’s a shame,” I said against his ear. He shivered as I ran the backs of my hands down his chest, making sure to lightly brush the hardened points of his very erect nipples before snapping on a latex glove. The snap caught his attention and he practically salivated while I coated two fingers in lube.

  His cock waved and bobbed as I touched his exposed anus with a lubed finger. Oh, he was definitely a fun playmate. I’d like to have lots of time to spend with him. Maybe later, though, as there wasn’t much time left to win this game, and I definitely wanted to win. I slowly inserted a slick, gloved finger inside and began to fuck him with it. He couldn’t stifle a moan when I inserted a second finger and pumped him harder.

  “You like that, do you?” I said, watching his eyes close.

  “It’s okay,” he managed to get out. He was trying to sound unmoved but failing miserably.

  “Oh, well then, if you don’t want it…” I pulled both fingers out.

  “No,” he said, before catching himself.

  “Mm, I thought so.” I pulled the glove off and put a condom over the butt plug. I put another glove on and held the plug up to his face while I coated it in lube. “Shiny,” I said, and winked. I quickly inserted it in his already slick hole and pulled off the new glove. “I don’t want you to get too complacent,” I said as I reached up and pinched both of his nipples. He shrieked but his cock bobbed again. I still hadn’t touched it, but I could see it straining. It was a very nice cock. Not too long to be uncomfortable, but long enough to do the job, and a nice width. I could already feel it inside me, feel it filling me…best not to get distracted. The time had to be getting short.

  I wrapped my thumb and index fin
ger around the base of his balls and pulled down. “Don’t you dare let that plug fall out,” I growled in his ear. I smacked first one nipple, and then the other. Hard. He shrieked again but the precome was flowing in a steady stream. I smiled at him and pulled down harder on his balls, keeping them tight below my encircled fingers, keeping the pressure on. His knees started to pull in as I took his cock into my mouth. I circled the head with my tongue, then ground the tip into his frenulum, continuing to tease the sensitive spot with the tip of my tongue.

  With a hand on the base of the plug keeping it pushed in tight and rocking it, I swallowed his cock and pumped him a few times before dragging my teeth lightly up his length and circling him just under the rim. I could feel the spasm begin and I released him with a pop just as the first spurt of come flew. I released his balls and watched him come. There were two more good spurts before he was finished, but we still hadn’t heard the whistle’s blast. As I gently removed the plug from his ass, the referee finally blew the whistle.

  I removed the rope binding his arms to the crossbeam and unhooked his wrist cuffs from the eyebolts. He stretched his arms once they were freed and unbuckled the cuffs himself as I unhooked his ankles from the chair. Without being asked, he picked up the used gloves and condom and walked to the trash bin to dispose of them, leather cuffs still buckled to his ankles. He looked really good that way.

  We walked back to our mat and I knelt down to unbuckle the cuffs, though I was pretty sure he would have liked to keep them on. “It was the teeth, wasn’t it?” I said, looking him in the eye. He shuddered but smiled. “Yes, I thought so.”

  Someone in each group had come and so we were down to four, or two groups of two. But by that time, I really wasn’t all that interested in the game. I was paired with a woman in the next round and I came easily, thinking about what I wanted to do to Jeff. It was all for the best because I didn’t want to waste any more time. The game had been a great mixer—exactly what I needed, in fact.