Handcuff Knot Novels & Stories

Without hesitation, he stopped beneath a sturdy pole and ordered, “Kneel.” I obeyed, wincing as my knees hit the hard floor. He moved to the side, picking up a pair of steel handcuffs. I caught sight of softer, fabric ones on the table, but he ignored them, his intent clear. Returning to me, he cuffed one wrist, then attached it to a rope dangling from the pole. The cuffed hand was pulled upward, stretching my arm painfully and exposing the vulnerable skin beneath. I bit my lip, staying silent, letting my hair fall forward to shield my face.

His other hand moved away, just long enough to shrug off his coat and wrap it around my waist. "Where was the guy with you earlier?" he suddenly asked, eyes fixed on the knot he was making. I blinked. "Guy? Who?" He paused for a beat. Something shifted in his expression. "The one... never mind," he muttered, brushing it off. I was about to utter a question again when he suddenly lifted me in a bridal style. Instinctively, I clung to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. It felt like déjà vu. "Next time, don’t drink too much if you can’t handle your liquor, hm?" Rome chided as we exited the place, but I was too distracted—buried in the scent of his neck—to really hear a word he was saying.

Handcuffs were placed around my wrists, and my ankles were fastened with a strong rope, which caused my legs to split. In part because I was no longer covered by a blanket, the cool breeze from the air danced with my skin, making my nipples with the nipple clamp seem rigid. My hand will not let go of its hold. To be honest, the fact that I can't see anything is making me a little anxious.

I wouldn’t be lying here tied to a fucking bed which was shaped like a sea shell. “You can’t keep me tied up in here forever,” I said as a cramped arched up the length of my arm, causing me to wince in pain. I tried to relax my muscles but my limbs protested by being in the same position for too long. Troy was evil. And he was insane. I didn’t want to be tied to this place but I didn’t know how to untie myself. Use your strength to break through the handcuffs. I doubt that would help. The handcuffs were thick and looked to be made of special material I’d never seen before in my life. And the chain links looked like they had no beginning nor end. So I didn’t know how to get out of them.

Marle wipes her tears away and holds the cord underneath our hands, and as she speaks, she starts to bind the rope around our wrists. *As this knot is tied, so are your lives now bound. Woven into this cord, imbued into its very fibres, are all the hopes of your pack and family, and of yourselves, for your new life together. With the fashioning of this knot, do I tie all the desires, dreams, love, and happiness wished here in this place to your lives for as long as love shall last. In the joining of hands and the fashion of a knot, so are your lives now bound, one to another. May this knot remain tied for as long as love shall last. May this cord draw your hands together in love, never to be

"I don't think… I'll be needing these anytime soon." Wendy completely ignored what Sharon said and excitedly began introducing the various items and how to use them. "This pair of handcuffs is made from a special material. Even if you wear them, they won't hurt your wrists. Whether it's you or Thomas, you can both wear them safely. "These stockings are easier to tear. You know what I mean… "The bell can be worn on an anklet. And this blindfold…" Wendy grinned. "With role-playing, it'll really set the mood."

He did recognize one though. Hand Cuffs. They did look different from the one cops had, it looked bigger and furry. Promising to only get a feel of the fur inside the cuff and then step out, he went closer to it and touched it. His head nodding with less concern. "These are soft and look less painful." he studied it, finding a single key hanging next to it. Letting his impulse take over, he stuck his right hand in and clicked it lock on his wrist. It wrapped him up not too tight, but was just perfect for restraint. Satisfying his curiosity, he took the key with his left hand and reached out for the keyhole.

He turned, presenting his back to me, offering his wrists. My hands shook as I began to wrap the cold, brutal metal around his wrists. The love in his touch still burned on my lips, a stark, agonizing contrast to the horrific act I was performing. Each loop of the cable felt like a betrayal, a violation of every vow we had ever made. I was tying the knot that would kill the man I loved, my hands becoming the instrument of his death. ***

“These are fleece-lined leather cuffs and very comfortable to wear. I will first tie your hands at the front, show me your wrist.” He wrapped the first cuff around my right wrist and locked it, and then did the same with my other wrist before he used a little snap link between the rings of each cuff. I can't form a word as to what I feel as he tied my wrists, but I am pretty sure that I won't be able to hide the traitorous bulge in my boxers for long. He asked me to kneel a few times, and I quickly managed to do it all by myself despite my restrained hands. After the tenth time, he catches my hands and unclip the link.

My display of defiance seemed to trigger his territorial aggression; without another word, his large, calloused fingers dug into the heavy knots of the Foster-grade bindings, attempting to free my arms to make me compliant. But the high-tensile cordage used by the Foster cartel was an exclusive, complex weave designed for high-security containment. It was practically impossible to unbind without the specific counter-rotation sequence. Because Joanna hadn't provided the extraction protocols to her ground team, the mercenary had to spend several frustrating minutes cursing and sweating over the knots before the line finally snapped loose.