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Bondage Tales 6 (Traci Wilde)


Bondage Tales 6 by Traci Wilde

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Women bound and gagged, blindfolded and helpless, unable to see, to move beyond a struggling wiggle … is there anything more arousing? Any sights more decadently delicious?

Five tales of such women – and their dominant, sometimes cruel masters – fill this volume of Five Big Bondage Tales.

The tales included in this BIG Bundle of 5 Wickedly Raw Tales of BDSM are:

Pounded, Filled and Stretched on the Boardwalk:A Sensual Tale of Public Domination & Group Romance

Stripped, Licked & Stuffed at the Theater: A Scintillating Tale of Public Domination, Romance

Pounded, Stretched and Filled in the Surf: A Tale of Harsh, Public, Dominating Beachfront Three-on-one Action

Lifelong Learning: Submitting to the Teacher

Drilling The Doctor: A Forbidden Taboo Sex & Romance Tale

Product type: EBook    Published by: author - self-published    Published: 01 / 2018

No. words: 28000

Style: Bondage/BDSM Groupsex, Young Adult Bondage/BDSM

Available Formats: MobiPocket (MOBI)  EPUB  PDF  This book has a format which can be downloaded to Kindle

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Excerpt

Finally, after an agonizingly long evening, some of the boardwalk shops closed their doors, the lights began winking out, and Jenny and I headed for the sand, slipping under the boardwalk where he'd taken us last night. Lawrence told us he'd get off work at ten o'clock tonight and he'd be there by 10:30, that we should be waiting for him. We arrived at 10:15 and he was already waiting for us, rope in hand.
"You gonna tie me up again?" I asked, the idea sending a little tremble through me. I'd never been tied up before last night, never really thought much about it, but when he had me bound, hanging from those hooks, ramming inside me – I was beyond out of my head with pleasure. I guess it helped that I wasn't alone with him, that Jenny was there, watching, and she'd help if I really needed it.
"Oh yes," he said, holding the rope up.
Without waiting for instructions I held my hands out in front of me.
He shook his head from side to side.
"What?" I asked.
"Take your shirt off."
Last night he'd taken me with my shirt still on. Guess he wanted to be able to touch everything tonight. I slipped my shirt over my head – I was wearing a bikini top instead of a bra. It tied in back and had a neck strap that tied behind my neck. I started to reach up and unfasten the knot.
"No," he said. "Leave it."
I held out my hands and he wrapped the rope around my right wrist, looping it loosely around multiple times, then running the rope back up under the loops before pulling it tight. He'd done the same last night – I guess having it wrapped around my wrist so many times kept the weight evenly distributed, rather than a single strand digging into my wrist.
He did the same with my left, then pulled the step ladder over, climbed up and looped the rope over the hooks in the bottom of the boardwalk. That's when I noticed it—there were two pair of hooks there tonight. The ones he had hung me from the night before, which he was looping the ropes around now, and a second set not far from the first.
He yanked on the ropes, pulling my arms straight and tight overhead, then he continued pulling, until I was dangling several inches above the sand.
Lawrence turned to Jenny. "Your turn, darling," he said.
Jenny stood, her mouth open. We hadn't talked about this – he had warned us if we returned he'd have something for both of us, but we never thought what might happen if he wanted to tie her up too. I mean, we'd both be truly helpless.
She looked at me. I didn't know what to say or do.
"Come on, darling, either let me tie you or there's no deal tonight. Nothing."
She shrugged, then slipped her shirt off – she was wearing a bikini top as well, though she had no shoulder or neck strap holding it up – and then held her hands out. He looped the rope around both of her wrists, just like he'd done to me, and before you know it she was hanging from the other two hooks, facing me. We were maybe a foot apart.
That's when I heard it – voices, from the darkness under the boardwalk, near us, approaching.
"Oh my god, someone's coming," I said, my heart suddenly leaping until my throat.
"Sssh," Lawrence said, putting his finger over his mouth signaling for us to be quiet.
I was trembling now, waiting, the voices getting louder, closer, and then they emerged into the faint light filtering through the boardwalk from overhead – two guys.
"Damn," one of them said. He was tall – probably 6'4", and slender, while the other one looked to be about 5'10" and incredibly thick, like a bodybuilder.
"Please, please," I said, though I don't know what I was going to say next.
That's when I heard it – Lawrence laughing. He stepped from the shadows and slapped me on the ass.
"These are a couple of my friends," he said. "With your ladies' permission, I thought I'd share."
I looked at him, suddenly a little afraid. What the hell was he doing? Share? Like I was some piece of meat, something he owned?
The fear faded to a strange feeling of arousal – that's exactly what I was, just a sex object he used last night, and one he plans to use again tonight. Jenny, too.
He stepped to me, wrapped his arms around me, untied the bikini top and let it fall, his mouth just inches from my right breast. He leaned forward, kissing my nipple, sucking on it. I gasped, a shudder rolling through me. He pulled away, stepped back.
"Of course, if you don't want to, I'll take you down, give you your clothes and you're free to go."
A new wave of uncertainty washed through me, and I was scared that he would let us go, would make us leave. I remembered what he said last night -- This was just a taste. Come back tomorrow night, I'll blow your mind. Both of you.
A sudden, burning desire bloomed inside me. I wanted … whatever it was they were going to do. I wanted to feel it, see it, be part of it.
I looked at Jenny. She smiled – Jenny was a little more reserved in public, but I know her – we've been roommates for a year, and I know she's hot for new experiences, new guys.
"Yes," I whispered.
"What was that?" Lawrence asked.
"I said yes, keep…keep us."
Even in the shadows I could see Lawrence smile. He glanced at Jenny, she nodded, and without another word they stripped and were on us. If only I'd known then what they had in store for us, what Lawrence planned...


Author Information

Traci Wilde is a member of the After Midnight Press cooperative, penning hot, steaming, erotic shorts stories and novels deep into the night.

Here's what her colleagues at After Midnight Press have to say about her: "The name seems to fit, as our self-described wild-child sometimes draws from her own real-life experiences for her tales."

That's not to say every story she writes happened, but quite a few of them have a basis in real-life events. She's single (and says she will always remain so), lives in North Carolina at present (though she moves around every so often), and counts among her hobbies running, watching the stars at night, and...well, having sex. Often.

 

Publisher Information

This story has been self-published by the author


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