Humane Restraints Novels & Stories

He tried to swing his feet off the gurney and found the straps he hadn’t noticed before—thin polymer restraints, translucent, already tightened. “I didn’t put those on,” Rios whispered. “No,” Halden said. “You didn’t.” The voice softened, almost kind. “Please remain calm. Your cooperation will reduce discomfort.” Dante laughed once—short, bitter. “You sound like a customer service line.” “I am optimized for compliance.” Elara moved to Dante’s side, fingers trembling as she tested the restraints. “They’re smart polymer,” she muttered. “Heat tightens them. Pressure tightens them. They’re—”

I smiled, a slow, sensual curve of my lips, as I reached for her wrists. The restraints were crafted from the finest leather, soft yet unyielding, designed to hold her securely without causing discomfort. I wrapped the first restraint around her left wrist, the leather sliding smoothly against her skin. The buckle clicked into place with a satisfying finality, and I repeated the process with her right wrist, ensuring both were securely fastened to the bedframe.

I am hoping if I make myself seem innocent, he will give me a lesser punishment. “Of course, pet.” I quickly take off the robe and extend my wrists out to him. After making the cuffs more secure, he leads me to the middle of the room by the leash after placing the collar and chain around my neck. I watch as the automatic pulley system drops the chain down. Owen fastens the cuff to the chain and then raises it, pulling my arms above my head. My feet are still firmly on the floor, but if I need to step, it has to be on my toes. “What are your safe words?” “Mercy, if I need to slow down or getting close to needing to use the word for stop. Red if I need to stop.”

And in the very center of it all—positioned with what could only be described as religious precision—stood a stone pedestal. Knee-height, exactly the right dimensions to support a human body in the most vulnerable position possible. Wide enough to accommodate someone laid out like an offering on an altar. Fitted with leather restraints at all four corners, the straps dark with age and use, polished smooth by contact with skin that had struggled against them. A single iron loop jutted from the floor directly in front of it, positioned at exactly the right height and angle to ensure that anyone secured to it would be forced into a position of complete submission, complete exposure, complete he

Grabbing his foot, I followed James and dragged him down the hallway to where Jason had brought two chairs out and was bolting them to the floor. Clearly, this was not his first rodeo! Pushing Luke into a chair beside his unconscious mate, I watched Jason make quick work of restraining his ankles and wrists to the metal legs as James did the same with the human. The restraints around their necks were secured to the back of the chair as extra leather straps were tied around their chests and thighs, making sure they were utterly immobile. "All they are missing is a dido up their ass!" James grinned as he used a black device that resembled a cell phone to take fingerprints quickly before steppi

Her breathing hitches as I position her and fasten each restraint—ankles and wrists, spread wide and open for me. “Tonight,” I murmur, “I want to see how far you’ll let me go. Are you familiar with the traffic light system?” “Yes, Sir. Green means I’m good, yellow means I’m reaching my limit, red means stop immediately.” “Good girl.” I lean down and brush a kiss over her lips. “Now I’ll list everything we’re using. You tell me your color. Clear?” “Yes, Sir.” Her voice is tight with anticipation. “Spreader bar with cuffs.”

Dominic will have to drive an empty car. Twenty minutes later, he emerged from Puna’s office with a huge smile. “Are you ready to leave?” I gave him a curt nod before grabbing my bag. We opted for my choice of music as we drove home. His phone rang and he glanced at it quickly, his furrowed brows an indication that whoever that is calling him is definitely not a friend. “Peter? I’d hate to file for a restraining order against you. Why the fuck are you calling me?”

His eyes were calm…too calm…and that terrified me more than his rage ever had. “Well,” he drawled, watching me fight the restraints, “you’re awake earlier than I expected.” “Get away from me!” I screamed, thrashing harder. “You psychopath..,let me go!” He chuckled. The sound crawled over my skin, oily and wrong. Another man stood on the other side of the stretcher, tightening a cuff around my wrist, securing my arm to the metal frame. I screamed again, pain shooting through my shoulder as the restraint snapped into place.

Then he felt the quiver that was the beginning of her release on his hands. As she finished her orgasm, he rode it out using his hand to help milk her of all of that energy. Then he smiled as he moved his hand a bit and then wiped it with a wet wipe. He looked at her. “Now it is all my turn.” He moved to the side of the table, “This exam table is special and was fitted for difficult patients. Now, if you have an issue with this, let me know, but I think that we should have a little fun with restraints.”

“Secure him permanently.” They struck with terrifying speed. I let out a feral snarl, thrashing, kicking, and biting at their hands, but one enforcer pinned my shoulders with the weight of an apex predator while the other circled behind my back, pulling heavy, iron-reinforced leather restraints from his tactical belt. The thick, cold material bit agonizingly deep into my raw skin. I twisted my torso, cursing their lineages in the ancient pack tongue, but they were entirely prepared for a fighting wolf. They forced my body back into the heavy frame of the chair, binding my chest, thighs, and bleeding wrists until I was completely immobilized, treated like nothing more than a captured beast.