Handcuff Knot Novels & Stories

"Anyways, my 21st birthday was two days ago and I wanted a special day, something more interesting than vanilla cake and daring strawberry ripple ice cream at one of LA's finer restaurant. I wanted something dark, like Mumzy was getting stuffed with... Say, would you mind? The cable tie... I just realized I can't feel my right foot." The ties were way too tight. I clipped the ties on her ankles, they were not looking good but would heal. Next I slipped regulation handcuffs on to one wrist, clipped that tie, twisted the hand behind her back, then clipped the other tie and brought her other hand smoothly into the handcuff. Exactly like a cop was trained to do it. She did not fight or object. O

He paused briefly before gazing at me. "Also, the yoga strap Sunny used to tie your hands was tied in a reinforced snake knot. It's nearly impossible for you to break free from it. Plus, it's usually used for strapping heavy objects instead of for daily practice. You're very lucky, Lena. You've escaped death twice." With that, Evan took Sunny away. … On the other hand, I didn't feel the slightest relief from his words. I trembled as I struggled to crack open the actual walnut with my teeth and tied-up hands.

In the center of cords was a Celtic nine knot that had Siobhan’s luckenbooth and then the Urquhart and Saints emblems on either side of it. Knuckles wiped away tears from Nessie’s cheeks. “It’s perfect, lass. Oh, I love me girls.” Nessie said softly. “You’re a lucky woman, sister.” Ciara said moving Knuckles hand to Nessie’s. “Blessed by the goddess, blessed by love and blessed by me.” She draped the flat knot over their joined left hands and wrapped the remaining cords artfully around their hands and wrists three times. “I bind these two, she to he and he to she. By power of three, so mote it be.”

asks Henry, as he looks for something to keep the wrapping tied down. “Yes, I can breathe.” She watches him, ready to get dressed and get this test over with. Henry picks up Kelanar’s bra and puts it around her, thinking that it should work as a pin to hold the bind. However, he cannot figure out how to close the clasp properly. Out of frustration, on the third try he grunts and ties the straps the way he would tie a tent strap down. Kelanar laughs at this and smiles at him. “You know, you could just ask how to do it or let me do it.”

Josephine stuffed the fruit knife into Zayne’s hand and said, “Don’t you worry. Even if you want to cut off the macrame knots on their hands, these two brats wouldn’t let you succeed.” Zayne was stunned. However, he also noticed that these two fellows were deadly afraid of cutting the macrame knots. Josephine complimented, “Sis Angeline’s trick is truly one of a kind.” “Why is it one of a kind?” Zayne asked curiously. Josephine explained, “These ropes are binding them together, but the knots are actually connecting their hearts. If I’m not mistaken, the knots were carefully made by Sis Angeline, and the trumpet creepers in the middle represent Angeline’s life force. Meanwhile, the two Turk’s

Especially if I’m still restrained. On my back, it’s easier to incline my head and look up at the ropes without yanking my joints out of place to do it. My hands dangle from purple-patterned mountain climbing rope held in place by intricate knots. I’ve done some mountain climbing in my time—hard not to when you grow up in the mountains—but I don’t recognize this knot. Fuck. I start working on the ropes, twisting my wrists and tucking my thumb in an effort to slide my hands free. Tugging on the ropes just seems to pull the knot tighter, and moving up to take the pressure off doesn’t release anything.

My hands were against each opposite forearm as the vampire tied up my wrists. My upper arms, just below the shoulders, were encircled several times by the rope to provide more restriction. From their branch points, the rope was made to go across my chest. One section above my breasts, and one below it. Finally, the knot was tied expertly on the center of my back, holding it all together. The piece holding my wrists was attached to that center knot as well, and I found I couldn't move my arms at all. Nope, I was completely restricted.

It felt less like a promise and more like a chain. “With this knot, I bind you to my life and my rule,” he said, his voice flat. Then it was Neal’s turn. He was slower, more deliberate. He took my left hand. His touch was cooler, his fingers more careful as he wrapped the second blue cord around my wrist. He tied the knot just as firmly, but his thumb gently stroked the inside of my wrist for a second, a hidden, confusing touch that made me shiver. “With this knot, I bind you to my protection and my truth,” he said. His eyes were blank.

“Are they for exercising or something? Who’s supposed to reach these?” Behind me, Blake chuckles softly, and before I can react, I feel cold metal snap around my wrist. The clink of a hook against the hoop snaps me from my thoughts, and my arm lifts as the cuff pulls tight, leaving me on my toes. I glance up at my bound hand, understanding dawning just as Blake catches my other wrist and secures it to a second hoop. “So they’re for cuffs,” I mumble, rolling my eyes. “Why not just have handcuffs on the ceiling?”

“It seems risky.” I’m still cuffed in a dungeon of some castle. The ghost orchid surrounding the handcuffs is still burning my skin. I look around for anything to help cut it off, but there’s nothing. I close my eyes and grab the cuffs around my ankles. They are practically made of woven twigs, but very strong twigs. I close my eyes as they burn my palm and manage to yank them off like ripping off a Band-Aid. I try to pull my hands apart to get rid of the cuffs on my wrists, but it seems impossible.