Handcuff Knot Novels & Stories

I squint, Zanthe lending me her vision. They are almost identical. They look like they're made from melted cutlery or something, and I smirk to myself. That's probably exactly what they're made from. One of them has an extra-long post and a broader collar, while the other is more streamlined. Those differences I can at least feel in the dark. I grab the chunkier one and slide it into the handcuffs on Jen's wrists, wriggling it about, but nothing happens. It won't engage. So I pull it out and try the other one. It slots home straight away, and there's a faint click as I turn it and the cuffs unlock.

The longer he continued, the wetter I got and he seemed to be picturing me used as well, his cock was noticeably lengthening and thickening. "This is a St. Andrew's cross. With the proper cuffs on, you can be suspended erect or upside down." Another twinge to my pussy. "It also needs padding." "What are the proper cuffs?" I asked. "Suspension cuffs. They don't put unnatural pressure on your wrists and ankles so they cut off circulation. You can hang for quite a long time." "Do you have any suspension cuffs? Is it one of the things sitting in our closet now?" "No. Mistress Dark will be bringing them and a couple other items when she comes on Saturday."

The cuffs are still on my ankles, but they aren’t attached to anything. Without warning, Brandon flips me over onto my stomach. He hooks something to my left ankle cuff and I don’t know what it is until he forces my legs further apart to hook it to my right cuff. A spreader bar. I can’t close my legs if I wanted to. But I really don’t want to.

The other men can see my swollen reddened clit drenched with my own liquid which clenched around nothing, and Kanji opens my leg wider. Kanji used the collar's leash to make me sit up on the bed, and I placed my hands on my lap. I utilized that time to observe the silk ropes wrapped around my chest and the straps on my thighs as they redden my skin. Even if I moved my wrist a little, the handcuffs that wrap around my wrist with a metal lock to the bedposts would tut a clatter.

But considering it's been almost twenty-one years since that event, I decided it was only plausible that I didn't verse in this talent anymore. "Here." Heath put his hand over mine, clutching my fingers with his thumb and forefinger and directed me to his collar again, reopening the dislodged knot. "Do it like this." Fully grabbing my fingers now, he moved them over his, knotting the tie in perfectness but in the midst of the ordeal, I found myself staring at his handsome features instead. "And when you fold and slide this last piece over this hanging one." He looked at me to see if I was looking and coughed a little to show his presence.

The sudden emptiness was torture. “Hands behind your back.” She obeyed instantly. The position thrust her chest forward, nipples hard against the thin cotton of her blouse. He knelt in front of her—close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body through the cassock. From the pocket over his heart he withdrew a thin leather cord—the kind used to tie altar linens during vesting. He wrapped it around her wrists behind her back, knotting it tight but not cruel. The leather was warm from his body.

His tongue darts out to taste the blood gathering on his lip. My hand moves to hit him again but doesn't get very far. Gaze flicking down it gets stuck on the thick metal band around my right wrist. Motherfucker. Ryder quickly slides a second handcuff around my left. The chains sit snugly against the chairs arm, not letting my hands lift an inch. Arms incapacitated my leg flies out. Chuckling darkly Ryder catches it, pressing it back toward the chairs leg and sliding a cuff around my ankle before doing the same to the other one. The second the last one locks the fight drains out of me making my body slump down in the seat.

“Ginger, I’m givin’ you a choice. Handcuffs or rope?” Slowly, the covers peeled back. Her hair appeared first, since it stuck straight up from static electricity. “You’re serious.” “Yep. Choose or I will.” Ginger smoothed her hair back and studied him. “Rope.” Kane lifted his hand and let the length of rope dangle from his fingertips. “On your knees, arms above your head, palms on the mattress.” It might’ve surprised him that she turned over and assumed the position without argument. He used a slipknot to bind her wrists, a binding that’d be easy to get out of, if she knew the secret. But if she didn’t, well, that gave him more time to play.

Edward teased as he walked over to a cupboard. I watched him silently until he returned to stand face to face with me again. “The handicap is that you won’t be allowed to use your hands during this game. You will wear this handcuff, don’t worry it’s made of rubbery plastic so it won’t hurt your wrists, but it will restrain you so that you can’t use your hands,” Edward explained casually as if this was totally normal. He grabbed my hands and gently put the handcuff on me so that my hands were bounded from behind.

Let the Attendant attend to Noiticz, he would go elsewhere. One of the men had tied one of his friends with a sailor’s knot. He hadn’t given it too much attention then, but now that he’d thought on it, it was quite the complicated knot the man had used. Escaping it would have been nigh impossible even for someone who made his living from escaping. Knotting it was also just as difficult. And it seemed one of the men had perfected it. Kilvic shook his head in mild disappointment. It was a sloppy clue to leave behind. Then again, whoever had knotted it hadn’t been expecting to be sought out by the wrong people.