Handcuffs Near Me Novels & Stories

A sadistic expression crossed his face as he slapped one of the cuffs around my wrist. I tried pulling my hand away from him but failed. I watched as he looped the cuff chain through the handle of the top drawer of his desk, which forced my body forward. The chain connecting the cuffs was longer than expected, maybe a foot long. My chest was flat against the desk, and my feet just barely touched the ground. I was in an awkward position that left me extremely vulnerable.

He chuckled and pulled the shirt off, dumping it on the floor at his feet. ‘Good’. He turned and walked over to his draws, and pulled one open, taking something out and turned back to look at me. I just raised my eyebrow when I saw what they were. ‘Handcuffs? What are they for?’ He didn’t say anything, he just started swinging the metal cuffs around on his finger as he walked towards me, smirking...

I heard a soft sound beside me, I gave a little startled cry. Tiger was snoring gently beside me. How the heck was that happening? I removed the IV drip from my hand, rubbing the swollen spot tenderly, and tried to gently get off the bed, but my other wrist...was handcuffed to the bed. I tried to slip my wrist through the handcuff,but it wasn't working. Shuffling a sigh of frustration, I took in every minute detail about the room. A bedside stool, cluttered with cigarette packs, wrist watches, a golden lighter, a suspicious looking shiny foil,

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.

handcuffs and leg spreaders? This is crazy, he is going to cuff me, my heart racing with fear and excitement mixed, my pussy clenching at the thought, but I know this is wrong, too far with my stepbrother. "Ethan, what the fuck are those? We cannot—" I started, sitting up, but he grabbed me rough, flipping me onto my back, pinning my hands above my head. He clicked the handcuffs around my wrists, attaching them to the headboard, the metal cold and tight against my skin, restricting my movement.

I’ve stripped down to my bra and panties when Shane’s eyes zero in on me again. Without so much as a glance to the man next to him, “Cuff her to the table, Devin.” Devin grabs the handcuffs from him and walks over to me. One of his hands reaches out and grips my arm. The other hand puts my wrist in one of the handcuffs and he leads me over to the table.

He reached behind him, pulled something from his pocket. Handcuffs. It was silver, and gleaming in the dim light. My heart instantly slammed against my ribs. "Zane—" "Hands." He said, eyes dark, cock still hard as hell like it hadn’t just choked me. And I knew it wasn't a request. It was an order. I held my wrists out, trembling, and watched as he snapped the cuffs around them with a soft click. The metal felt cold, tight, biting into my skin just enough to remind me I was trapped.

The kind of place where people drink sparkling water on purpose and don’t even flinch at the price of caviar. I’m on a couch. Not just any couch—a deep charcoal velvet beast that could cradle six people and still have room for emotional baggage. I try to sit up. Mistake. Pain stabs through my skull. My wrists sting. Oh. Handcuffs. Polished steel cuffs chain my wrists together, looped loosely around a gilded bar on the armrest. Cool cool cool cool cool. My pulse skitters. My mouth is dry. I’m trying not to panic—but I’m also definitely panicking.

The cop manages to slap on the handcuffs around my wrists, and suddenly I feel a stinging sensation in my skin. The handcuffs are made of cured silver. That’s when I realize that something is amiss. “Can I see that warrant?” Vincent is demanding, stepping forward to intervene. “This is not--” “Don’t,” I interject him through mind-link. “Take Heather and Valeria. Wake up the twins. You need to go.” He staggers back and I can feel him about to reason out with me, but then another one of the people in the crowd steps forward. This time, it’s a woman, and she’s wearing a vest. It doesn’t take me a while to realize that her uniform is familiar.

Scrolling through seems fine. First one: Are you happy with the following being used? Restraints Handcuffs Bed restraints Door restraints Chains Rope Blindfolds Gags Nipple clamps Genital clamps Floggers Whip Riding crops Cane Belt Collar Masks I give up. I know I shouldn't and that I should keep going, but everything so far seems fine. So, I guess skipping to the next page might be more interesting.