Humane Restraints Novels & Stories

I pulled the lid off and my smile widened when I found a set nestled in the box. "Oh my God, another harness," I almost squealed. "And it's red," I picked up the set and realized this one was a full-body harness. It could stretch to my thighs. There was a crotch area as well. "This is so cool," I noticed a matching ball gag restrain as well. I smiled coyly. "Oooh, looks like no speaking for me," I laughed. "Damn, I wish I could wear this today," "You can," Michael said.

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.

"This one for advanced players who crave the edge." He moved down the line, explaining each tool with a care that made me realize this wasn't just about sex or power for him. This was his craft, his passion, something he'd studied and perfected. "The cuffs," he said, touching a pair of padded leather restraints, "can hold you without cutting circulation, designed to keep you safe even when you're struggling." His fingers moved to a set of clamps. "These adjust from gentle pressure to intense, depending on what the body needs."

Her thighs press together instinctively. "Hands up," I say, guiding her wrists to the restraint points on the headboard. The leather cuffs are soft, lined, built so they won't bite into her skin even if she pulls hard. I buckle them carefully, checking the fit with my fingers before tightening them. "Too tight?" "No. It's perfect."

“You will slow down or stop, Sir.” “Always. I will always listen to your safe words.” He tightened the last restraint. Ava was now totally immobilised and tied down. Zane’s reassurance of always listening to her safe words gave Ava a way to regain control if she needed it. With that knowledge, she leaned into the feeling of being helpless.

"If we kick the door, he shifts. We don't fight an Alpha in a confined space. We trap him." Walking out of the store, the men gathered near the tailgate of their rusted pickup truck. Silas pulled a heavy metal lockbox from the truck bed. Popping the latch, he revealed a terrifying assortment of specialized restraints. Thick, heavy iron collars laced with pure silver. Vials of concentrated wolf-bane liquid. A modified, heavy-duty pneumatic dart gun.