TJ Velde’s very sexy stories of bondage and BDSM are sure to make you think, make you breathe a little bit rapidly and…well, we think they’ll have an effect on you. Arousing Restraint is certain to please, and this story is a great example of why!

When this sexy wife is chained to the wall, upside down, she discovers right away that this experience is going to be far more extreme than ever before. After she experiences the pain and pleasure of having every hole filled at the same time, she wonders if she’ll ever be the same!

Warning: This book contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity, including bondage, domination, rough sex, double penetration, rough sex, flogging, sadism, and more. Only mature adults who are legally able to listen to such material and are not offended by explicit content should hear this story.

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We always pushed the limit.

This time, though, the level of restraint went far beyond any previous experience. I had been restrained before, but I had never been completely and utterly helpless like this. I’d never been so damned helpless while simultaneously unable to actually see what was going on. When he’d arranged to put me on the wall, I didn’t have any idea how it would work. There were clamps and hoops attached to the wall that he didn’t use. There was some kind of iron box as well. Now that I was upside down, I knew that box was right above my pussy, at about calf level. There were hoops everywhere, and I had no idea what they were for. As I considered this, I also had to consider the inescapable truth that I was far more aroused than I had ever been before. This was despite the fact that I was a naturally horny kind of girl.

Now, though, it was almost beyond arousal. I felt like porn starlets pretended to feel. I was so f--king desperate for something to start that I felt like I would explode if he didn’t do something, anything! Of course, there wasn’t a damned thing I could do. I could beg for Clive to do something, but that typically didn’t work out very well. The more I begged, the more he would withhold.

That only highlighted for me how helpless I was. I was helpless, restrained, and completely vulnerable. It all felt so contradictory. The blood rushing to my head made a lot of sense, but the way that the rest of my body felt made no sense to me at all.

Dear God, I had never felt so exposed in my entire life.