Handcuff Knot Novels & Stories

I swallowed a few times when I saw the four-way cuff set. This thing will connect the cuff to the wrist and ankle. The set comes with four separate cuffs with metal clips that can fasten around wrists or ankles and one central connector. My hand will just stay behind me because I can’t move it, and will just stay on my knees because it’s needed. The cuff doesn't hurt when I look at it because it's fabric. I was still searching and wanted to hide when I saw the collar with the leash and the last thing I took was the nipple clamps.

I’m determined to do this, the overwhelming trembling of my body going into shock is slowly creeping up from my toes, so I need to be quick. I’ve never restrained a person this way before, but sheer fear and adrenaline has me looping his hands behind his back and tying as tight as I can a multitude of complicated knots. I don’t care if I cut off all circulation, the feel of his rough skin is making me recoil internally, the stench of his musky body is choking me, but I keep tying the cord hoping that this will be enough.

",where is the handcuff?" "That is the twist. I will put an imaginary handcuff on you. You need to wear that until I unlocked it. " I ceawl to his chest and grab his hands. I hand cuffed both of his hand together. "If your hand separated, I will stop whatever I am doing to your body." ... "Okay. Okay! Just do it!" .... I sat on his chest and I know that I have no panties right now. His bare skin is feeling my wetness right now.

"Get up, and hands behind your head." She follows my instructions promptly with lithe motions, and I set to work quickly. I start off with creating the chest harness we'll be centering all other restraints around. It's very basic bondage, just rope above and below her breasts wound around her torso several times, the tie completed with more rope to secure the two 'bands' between her breasts and at her sides to add some restriction to her tits but mostly to give us a well fitting and secure anchoring point at her back, once the ties are completed

I tried to pull my wrist to make them free from the restraints but it was of no use as the handcuffs were way too strong. "I knew that you will struggle that's why I ordered these handcuffs especially for you as I didn't want any cut on your beautiful skin," he said eyeing the handcuffs which were wrapped with cotton and fur. When I was busy looking for ways to free my hands, I felt a silky cloth on my eyes that blinded my vision. And before I could protest he tied it around my head and then he was gone. I couldn't feel him, I couldn't sense him, I couldn't see him.

He could tell. He returned to the cabin. Darkness had fallen. Snow was coming down. He crouched in the doorway and watched it. Gray Wolf lay at his feet, head resting on his boot. The white cloth on its right foreleg was wet with snow. He unwrapped it and wound a dry one in its place, torn from his own sleeve, gray-white. He wrapped it better this time. Not because he had learned, but because he remembered how her hands had done it. Two loops down from the knee, two loops up from the ankle, a knot in the middle. He tied a knot. Too tight. He undid it. Retied it. Looser. There.

Small candles that I recognized, and other objects I had never seen before. He took one coil of black rope, long, thick, soft. Then he closed the cabinet. "Do you know what this is?" I shook my head. "Silk rope. It won't hurt your skin, but it's strong enough to restrain anyone." He walked closer, stopping right in front of me. His hand reached for my wrist, turning it over, revealing the fading red marks from the handcuffs before. "I won't use handcuffs again. This rope is softer and binds more tightly. You won't be able to free yourself."

But before I could even move my fingers, before the feeling came back into my hands, he grabbed something else. It was a leather cuff, attached to a rope, which was tied to the bedpost. He wrapped the cuff around my wrist, pulling it tight, and then he locked it with a little padlock he pulled out of his pocket. It was like he had magic, the way he just made things appear.

With the bungee cord, however… I looped the cord through the shackle, secured the hook, and then stretched the cord as far as I could, hooking the other end to a cross-bar of the cage’s wire frame. The tension on the shackle would pull it apart for me. Then I reached between the wires, tilting it carefully with one hand, and with the other, I tapped hard with my fingertip. Every now and then, I heard a click. It was mind-numbing—I kept at it for what felt like an hour, my fingers aching through my phalanges. Then, my efforts were rewarded when on one fateful tap, the padlock cracked open. I stared in disbelief that it had actually worked. My reddened fingertips were worth it.

She shook and trembled, completely at Killian’s mercy as he wrung every last bit of pleasure from her. "So for the next thing we need to do, I need to uncuff you." Killian said. Calla nodded, still trying to catch her breath. “Okay, yeah. That sounds good.” Killian uncuffed her then helped her up, he held her hand and walked her to the wall. “Now this is a different type of bondage. It’s a spider cuff, you’ll have your hands above your head, but you’ll still be able to see me.” Killian explained, securing the spider cuff around her wrist.