Humane Restraints Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

The second the locks disengaged, both men took a step back, flinching slightly, like even her sleeping body was a threat waiting to ignite. Simon crouched beside the cot and attached the final biometric cuff to her ankle. The cuffs weren’t meant to restrain, only to record, but watching the band close around her skin made my chest tighten. Her vitals kept spiking, even in unconsciousness, and I could see Simon tracking them with the barest twitch of his brow, tension bleeding from his shoulders. He looked up at me and waited. I gave him a nod. “No restraints, and nonlethal protocol only.”

In the center is what looks like a breeding bench, padded leather shaped to hold a body in a very specific, very exposed position. "This is my pet." His voice carries across the crowd, commanding and proud. "She's been in training for six weeks. Tonight, I'm going to demonstrate exactly what she's learned." Hands help me onto the bench. I'm positioned with my knees spread wide apart, ass elevated toward the audience, chest pressed to the padded surface. Restraints lock around my wrists and ankles, soft leather holding me firmly in place. I can't move. Can't close my legs. Can't do anything but wait and feel exposed in front of all these watching eyes.

His train of thought was interrupted as he toppled into a heap on the ground. "Oh, sorry. I forgot to mention, those wrist and ankle restraints will electrically override your muscles if they detect any sudden acceleration. That'll take some getting used to." "The shaped-charges in your collar will blow your head clear off if you step out of line too." Evelyn mentioned, not without a little glee. Very slowly, Mike pulled himself to his feet. "So, let me get this straight. I'm to be your marionette, and should I fail, the hand grenade you've shoved up my ass will go off. I'm touched."

At 50%, he fidgeted nervously, gripping the wrinkled edge of his clothes. When I lowered it to 1%, he curled up like a shrimp, his lips losing all color. "Is this supposed to be fun?" I pulled my hand back and glared at him coldly. "This is exactly how you manipulated me back then." Jake's eyes stayed locked on me, filled with unspoken longing. "Can't you at least give me a chance to make amends…" he pleaded, his fingers hovering in the air. Just as he reached for my face, I turned my head aside. Jake didn't lash out; instead, a bitter laugh escaped his lips. His Adam's apple bobbed nervously with each breath.