Humane Restraints Novels & Stories

"The tracker is sub-dermal, linked to the app on your phone. If he travels outside the designated perimeter you set, you’ll be notified. If he becomes... difficult... there is a neural—." "That won't be necessary," I cut in, my voice trembling slightly. I reached out, my fingers brushing the cool metal of the cuffs. "Unlock him." The click of the restraints falling away felt like the start of a race. The man stood, towering over me, forcing me to tilt my head back. The heat radiating off him was immense. "Let’s go," I said in a slightly unsteady voice. I had followed Suzie’s advice up until now, especially the part that dealt with providing a cage for my new pet.

His eyes are pleading and fearful. “Alpha please. I don’t want to hurt Dr. Pierce. I need to be tied. Hard restraints so I can’t move.” He swallows hard as I nod. “Let’s go get you settled into the bed.” I don’t like this. Not at all. I’m running different options through my head as to how to respect his request for restraints without driving him crazy using the same hard restraints everyone else has used. He’s following slowly behind me as I stop in front of the cabinet. I sigh heavily as I open the drawer that contains the various restraint options that are approved by the council. I start pulling all of them out. Chains, leather straps, soft Velcro cuffs, and padded Velcro straps.

Scrolling through, it seems fine. First one: Are you happy with the following being used? Restraints Handcuffs Bed restraints Door restraints Chains Rope Blindfolds Gags Nipple clamps Genital clamps Floggers Whip Riding crops Cane Belt Collar Masks I give up. I know I shouldn’t and that I should keep going, but everything so far seems totally fine. So, I guess skipping to the next page might be more enjoyable.

No city noise, no neighbor’s music, just the distant murmur of conditioned airflow. Restraints. A band of cool pressure around one wrist, another around the other. Not rough rope, not metal cuffs cutting skin—smooth, rigid, humming with quiet power. Biometric restraints. She tested them with the tiniest flex of her fingers; the bands tightened by a fraction, sensors waking. There was weight at her throat.

I yell just as I hear the front door close. As soon as he leaves I get Lowell out of his jacket and toss it on the floor. I position him in the middle of the bed and get to work on restraining him. I went out the other day and bought some bed bondage restraints just for this occasion. The straps go under the mattress and then the wrist and ankle restraints sit in their respective places over the mattress. So with quick work, I cuff his ankles and his wrists.

Lena's POV The room was filled with display walls that stretched from floor to ceiling, organized with the precision of a high-end boutique. Everything was arranged on elegant wooden panels and glass cases, lit by subtle spotlights that gave the space an almost museum-like quality. Metal and leather restraints hung in neat rows. Handcuffs with velvet linings, ankle restraints in various materials, and belts in different widths and textures. There were specialized chairs with various attachments, suspension equipment that looked more like modern art installations, and an array of items designed to limit sight, sound, or speech.

I do not justify intrusion with urgency. But I stop justifying stillness. That shift is subtle. It is also irreversible. The markings on my body remain dormant, but they feel heavier now. Not as warning, but as weight. They were never meant to burn for restraint. They were meant to respond to cruelty. I did not leave her again. I stayed still and let that stand in for care. I have been calling this restraint. For now, there is only the truth I have finally allowed myself to see. Restraint, when applied to compassion, is not neutral.

Restraints next from a side table drawer, black leather cuffs with silver buckles. He dragged her to the coffee table, glass-topped and sturdy, positioning her on all fours facing the windows. Wrists cuffed to front legs, ankles to rear spread wide, ass high, pussy exposed obscenely to the city lights. The leather bit her skin, cool at first then warming, immobilizing her completely. Every shift tugged, heightening vulnerability.

Scrolling through seems fine. First one: Are you happy with the following being used? Restraints Handcuffs Bed restraints Door restraints Chains Rope Blindfolds Gags Nipple clamps Genital clamps Floggers Whip Riding crops Cane Belt Collar Masks I give up. I know I shouldn't and that I should keep going, but everything so far seems fine. So, I guess skipping to the next page might be more interesting.

“On your back. Arms above your head.” My hands trembled as I removed my scrubs top and pants, folding them neatly on the chair. I kept my simple white bra and panties on for a moment longer, but his raised eyebrow made me continue. Soon I was completely naked under the cool air of the suite, climbing onto the padded exam table. Dr. Black opened a drawer and pulled out soft padded cuffs from a crash cart kit — the kind used for agitated patients. He secured my wrists to the top rails of the table, spreading my arms wide. The restraints were firm but comfortable, holding me open and vulnerable.