Ritual bondage Stories

Rain shimmered on the streets like melted silver that November evening. Trent didn’t even know why he turned down that alley. Something pulled him off the main road—past the crowds, the noise, the neon. Past logic. It was quiet there. Too quiet. He might’ve turned back, but then he saw her. She stood at the alley’s end, dry under the wide brim of a black hat. Her coat was long, velvet by the look of it, though the dim lig...

The only light in the room came from the warm glow of the jack-o-lantern as the lithe figure backed himself against the varnished headboard of his bed. His ankles were already chained, heavy manacles like cold brands on his skin as he fastened his left wrist as well, letting his head tip back against the smooth wood, eyes closing as he breathed in the scents of the empty room: cool, autumn night, warm pumpkin, fire, sex....