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He squinted at Harvey. “Are you a gangster, kid? You’re pretty cocky, aren’t you? “How dare you assault and harm this man! You’d have to be locked behind bars for at least three years with any of these charges! “You’re in the hospital right now! Your sentence will surely increase because of this! “That said, I’ll make sure to speak up for you if you stop this instant.” Inspector Braff pulled out a pair of silver handcuffs, and threw it right in front of Harvey.

I walked farther inside, opening a few cabinets out of curiosity. Shoes. More suits. Accessories. Then I opened the wrong cupboard and froze. For a second my brain didn’t understand what I was looking at. Then it did. Handcuffs. Leather straps. Chains. Paddles. Things I absolutely recognized from certain corners of the internet. My face went hot. “Oh my God.” There were so many and they were neatly arranged. Like a collection. I stared at them in horror. “Dominic Cantrell,” I whispered slowly, “what the hell are you into?” My hand reached toward another small drawer before I could stop myself. I opened it and blinked. “Is that… a rose vibrator?”

It turned out to be a pair of golden handcuffs. There was shock all around with discussions abound. “Handcuffs? It's the first time I've ever seen handcuffs given as a birthday gift.” “That’s right! Why would someone give handcuffs?” Why would she give him handcuffs? Because this was the standard gear for murderers!

A sharp, metallic clink echoed through the room. Before I could pull away, the cold, heavy iron of a pair of handcuffs snapped violently around my right wrist, then the left. With a harsh jerk, they dragged my arms over my head and locked the other ends of the cuffs securely around the thick, immovable metal bars of the headboard.

My breath caught in my throat at what I saw. The drawer was lined with a soft, black velvet cushion and on top of that were neatly displayed bondage cuffs along with a simple black collar. The black leather on the cuffs was well worn and looked soft to the touch. A pair of handcuffs gleamed in the light. The collar, though, looked brand new. Had he used that collar before, or had he been saving it? It wasn’t overly elaborate, just a thin black leather collar with two gleaming silver loops that were connected with a small delicate looking lock.

"Have you met me? I was a total juvenile delinquent. I've picked a handcuff key before." He jiggles the paperclip in the locking mechanism, but it doesn't spring open the way I expect. Several minutes of struggling and cursing under his breath later, Dorian shows me a shard of the paperclip. "It broke off in the lock," he says. "It's stuck." "It's stuck?" I squeal. "I thought you did this before!" "I have! Apparently the sex toy company sells handcuffs that are harder to get out of than police cuffs." "What are we going to do?" I ask, racking my brain to remember whether the gardener keeps tools in the shed out back. Hacksaws cut through metal, right?

What - hold out your hands - he orders. -No way- I reply. -I'm not going to do it- says Campbell next to me. - If you don't obey the orders, you will never set foot in the gym again- he threatens seriously. We both snort in frustration and extend our hands - very good, that's the way I like it - he says placing the handcuffs - these handcuffs were left to me by a friend who is a policeman so don't try to break them since you can't - he explains smiling. He closes the handcuffs and removes the keys which he keeps in his pocket. - You will stay twenty-four hours, tomorrow at this time you will be free - he says and leaves the cafeteria after saying goodbye to Martha. She looks at us amused. I

Not too shabby. I move across the room to examine the items hanging from a display rail beside the St. Andrew's cross. There are paddles of varying weights and design, whips, crops, more canes than I personally care for, floggers and all manner of restraints. I select a pair of soft leather cuffs and press them to my nose to inhale the sensuous aroma. My pussy starts to moisten in anticipation. "You may put that pair on, if you like them, and select another pair for your ankles, Miss Barnett."

She’d better hope she never has to wear them again. “Well, I have plenty of toys to keep us busy,” Tristan assures me. “And real handcuffs, too. None of that makeshift elderly person drawers business.” He pulls out some cuffs that look long enough to reach from the center of the bed to each of the posts, and there are four of them. They’re black velvet cuffs with black chains, and they are much more of a turn on than the pantyhose Eli found. But in fairness, the pantyhose had done their job.

We continued the back and forth movement until my ass was resting on the bed which made him have the power to tower over me. My invisible adam apple rolled down and up my throat cause of the tension of our position and I tried my absolute best to control my raging hormones. "Handcuffs do not only serve its purpose for the law to prosecute criminals, this.... He jingled it in front of me and leaned in close to my face leaving just a few inches of space that prevented our lips from gluing together. "Is use it for so many other purposes Mi Regina" the words from his lips made me shut my thighs together to control the creamy substance that was building up there.