Humane Restraints Novels & Stories

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

"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."

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.

Right after that came: Suspension Shibari (bondage while hanging upside down). Then came: Wax Play (dripping of hot candle wax). My mouth went bone-dry. My eyes bolted from one line to the next, devouring the sections on Restraint and Immobilization. The contract listed the mandatory use of heavy metal handcuffs and leather restraints to immobilize both wrists and ankles. It dictated the use of rigid bondage ropes for aesthetic body ties, alongside specialized restraint sheets and straps to pin the partner firmly to the bed.

“It’ll hurt. We usually sedate, but I don’t have full stock yet. I can do a light restraint and keep it as gentle as possible.” Colt nodded once, like he’d already decided. “Do it.” His certainty made my stomach flutter, annoying, unwanted. I hated conflict and force. Yet there was something strangely comforting about someone who didn’t wobble under decisions. “Can you hold her?” I asked. His eyebrows rose slightly. “Me?” “Yes,” I said, then immediately worried it was stupid. “Only if you’re comfortable. The safest restraint is calm hands.” For the first time, his expression shifted into something like surprise. Then he stepped closer to the table, rolling up his sleeves. I saw the tattoos.

Alyssa asked Luther gulped down and moved away,,, " You,,,,,," He wanted to talk but stopped " Tell me what's wrong,, you're making me scared " Alyssa said " Am sorry,,, nothing. You should take your bath,,I will help you " Luther smiled and she nodded He pecked her lips and carried her in a bridal style heading toward the bathroom *why does she smell of human?? Why is she still human??* Luther thought inwardly as he helped her with the bath " How do you feel?" He asked and she smiled

“You’re safe.” I almost flinch. Safe is a word people throw around too easily. “She’s dehydrated,” he says. “Malnourished. Her blood pressure’s low.” He lifts her arm gently. The scars stop him. Not the fresh ones. The old ones. He stills, fingers hovering, eyes narrowing as he traces the faint white lines circling her wrist. “Restraints,” he says. Not a question. “Yes,” I answer. He exhales slowly through his nose. “Repeated. Extended.”

He lay completely paralyzed under the heavy leather medical restraints, aggressively gasping for the freezing, sterile air, entirely dreading the terrifying moment the heavy steel door would open. At exactly six o'clock, the heavy, reinforced steel door violently crashed open. Rohan stomped aggressively into the freezing bunker, carrying a thick, heavy leather drafting harness explicitly designed for a massive draft horse. He didn't say a single, microscopic word. The brutal guard violently unbuckled the thick leather restraints, aggressively grabbing Aryan by his heavily bruised, bare right shoulder and forcefully hauling him entirely off the freezing stainless steel table.

“You are such a bitch! You wait until I make it worse for you.” “You mean, explore more?” I swore she was so naughty that it was both adorable as well as annoying. “As you place it.” I guided her towards the special chair, a piece of equipment designed for complete restraint. It was carefully outfitted with cuffs and straps, each one strategically placed to bind her arms, legs, and torso securely in place. The chair itself was both functional and intimidating, built to hold her firm and unyielding as I prepared for what was to come. Once she was fully restrained, I stepped back for a moment to survey my work, ensuring she was positioned just right. Her vulnerability was evident, and I couldn

Jace asks as he continues to thrust into me. “Yes, Sir…I need more…please!” He pulls out of me as he gives me another sadistic smile, “Remember that you asked for it,” I stand on unsteady feet as he releases my wrists from above my head. He walks over to the area of items and comes back with more restraints, which attach to the collar that I’m wearing. He clips two straps to the loops in the back and then brings each arm around to cuff it back up, so now my arms are restrained behind me.