Humane Restraints Novels & Stories

"You want to tie her down? When she's like this?" I'm furious too. The thought of Jewel being restrained, of being treated like a dangerous animal, fills me with disgust. I step forward, my fists clenched. "You can't be serious," I say, my voice trembling with anger. "She's a human being, not a wild animal. There has to be another way." The psychologist steps forward, her voice calm and measured. "We understand your concerns," he says. "But we have to prioritize Jewel's safety. Restraints are a last resort, but they may be necessary to prevent her from harming herself."

But rather what transpired after they moved the pretty, pale boy to the bed. They needed a place to tie the restraints. Yes, fucking restraints and not the fun kind. Amberleigh would never view restraints the same way again and there was nothing remotely sexy about the Godwin tied to his own bed with white, medical grade restraints. Because of what they were needed for. Dr. Gainey assured both she and Leo they were necessary and would be needed. They were skeptical at first.

Luckily, the Medical Superintendent didn’t look or act as though he had listened to a single word. Mrs. Fishburn continued, “Jones has been dealt with, but Doctor Fishburn is now concerned about the manner of the lunatic’s escape. He’d been able to gnaw through the cloth ties that secured him to his bed. In future, the order is that all inmates requiring restraint will be shackled with chains. Of course, Doctor Lush has objected but he is no more than a greenhorn who still thinks kindness makes a difference to these drooling idiots. We know his jelly-like firmness with them.” The Matron gazed at him. “Quite unlike yours, eh, Bill?” She blushed, much to his surprise, producing an unfortunate

She injected it into Lorenzo's arm observing as his thrashing slowed, though it didn't stop. "We need to keep him restrained," she said. "To ensure his safety." Without delay, she told one of the nurses to bring restraints. The nurse handed her a set of handcuffs, which she used to secure Lorenzo's wrists to the bed. His movements got slower as the sedative started working, but seeing him tied up made Heather feel uneasy. She understood how unpredictable wolves could be an Alpha as strong as Lorenzo, but they had to do this to stop him from harming himself...or others.

More tests. I closed my eyes and whispered her name one last time. “Calla.” My wolf whined softly inside me. I gripped the sheets until my knuckles ached again. I would restrain myself. For now.

I complied slowly, maintaining the demeanour of a man resigned to the indignities of imprisonment. “Another cell?” I asked, allowing just enough bitterness to color my tone. “How exciting.” “Security concerns,” replied the man, not bothering to elaborate. He held up restraints; wrist and ankle shackles connected by a chain. “Protocol requires full restraints for transport. Hands out.” I extended my wrists, watching as the cold metal closed around them. The shackles were looser than they appeared, I noted with private satisfaction. Designed to look secure while allowing greater mobility if needed. These men had planned carefully.

We crossed into the zone, over the tape that marked the edge of comfort—and just like that, I wasn’t watching anymore. The area taped off held more than just the sawhorse. There was a black leather chaise tucked into the corner, elegant and sin-slick, like it had seen a thousand bodies writhe across it. Next to it, a low dresser with drawers labeled in tidy script: restraints, sensation, aftercare. Above it, a rack mounted to the wall, lined with toys like tools—paddles, crops, floggers, some wood, some metal, some designed to sting and some to soothe.

“This is the part where you realize exactly how far we’re willing to go to avoid losing you.” He stopped by a recessed cabinet I’d thought was part of the wall. His hand pressed a hidden panel. The door sighed open. Inside, nestled in foam, lay a set of restraints that were nothing like the cuffs on my wrists. Thicker. Darker. The metal was a deep, almost black silver that caught the light in uneasy ways. Etched along their length, delicate and vicious, were runes I recognized without being able to read: Lunaris script, twisted into containment.

It turned out anything that might burn, cut, or scar was not her thing. Then they talked about restraints. And ended up with a whole sensory deprivation restraint kit. It contained a blind fold. Two silk lined padded leather wrist restraints and the cord to use them on the bed. Two silk lined padded leather ankle restraints and the cords for those to secure someone to the bed again. A quality set of noise dampening headphones and a downloadable recording of a binary beat that sounds like a heart but was at a wavelength that increases arousal. After the conversation, Abi herself wanted to try them. The thought of being secured helpless, unable to see or hear. To feel a sensation and not know

He waved his hand, and the steel bars of the cage rose from the ground and retracted into the ceiling. Two uniformed men stepped forward and removed the restraints on Heloise’s hands and feet. To prevent any suicidal impulse, several guns were also aimed at her.