Humane Restraints Novels & Stories

The sight of him like that, naked and submissive and completely mine, made something primal roar to life in my chest. "Arms behind your back," I instructed. "Cross your wrists." He did, and I picked up the leather cuffs. They were lined with soft padding, designed not to chafe even during extended wear. I buckled them around his wrists, then used the small chain to connect them together behind his back. He tested the restraints automatically, tugging slightly. They held firm. "How does that feel?" I asked. "Good," he said breathlessly. "Weird but good. I can't move my arms."

"Can you nod if you understand me?" I managed a faint, sickening nod. The movement sent fresh pain spiking through my neck and bruised ribs. Ione opened her bag and began her assessment, her movements fast and efficient. She felt my pulse, it was rapid and weak. She checked my pupils. When she moved to inspect the source of my worst agony, the silver cuffs, her professionalism almost broke. She gently lifted the silver to inspect the raw, weeping wounds beneath. "The restraints are causing severe tissue damage. This is inhumane," she murmured, her voice tight with fury, addressing the floor, not me.

she explained. “Don’t worry, the restraints will hold.” “What the hell are those things anyway? How do they work so well?” “They’re made from polycarbonate materials designed for space missions and infused with nanotechnology that runs off an artificial intelligence system. The system constantly monitors and computes the strength of the forces the wolf exerts and reacts accordingly to ensure it creates just enough tautness to counter its strength, without exerting so much counterforce that it hurts it, or me.” Georgia was impressed and puzzled.

The same desperate, devoted, irrational species of man who would dismantle civilisation for the person we love and feel righteous about it afterwards. I hate that I recognise it. I hate that looking at him is like looking into a mirror angled slightly wrong. “You came alone,” he says. His voice is gravelly and exhausted. “As agreed.” “I need more than agreed.” He reaches behind the crate and produces something that makes Phantom go very still inside my skull. It’s a restraint. Rather, a Lycan containment device — the kind they use in maximum-security facilities for transporting feral prisoners. A wrist-to-forearm sheath, industrial-grade, lined on the interior with pure silver threading made

She hated them both, not knowing that Alex used to be her. Alex Grinned as he stared at her naked portrait. From her hefty breast down to the dark curls of her pussy. He spread out the 'bound to please under the mattress restraint' on the bed. It was a tool that had a slender centre for the back and four cuffs by its top to secure the arms and its bottoms to secure the ankle. God. He loved her body so much, and wasn't ready to let go of it. "Come". He ordered as Luna approached him. He positioned her on top of the restraint as it instantly locked her arms and legs, leaving her arms were legs wide wide apart from each other and spreading her out.

It was beautiful but probably meant more for safety then aesthetics. The bed had sleek metal headboard with intricate designs on it. Restraints were set up all over the bed. Honestly I didn't know how many ways someone could be restrained so many ways with so many options: silk, leather cuffs, hand cuffs, rope, and a pole at the foot of the bed.

The rooms had been designed for privacy and security, with thick stone walls and windows that looked out over the forest canopy. I carried Aurora to the bedroom and laid her gently on the bed. Then I went to the armoire where I kept emergency supplies and retrieved a set of restraints. They were designed for wolves who lost control during their transformation, padded leather cuffs that would hold securely without cutting into the skin. I hated myself as I secured the cuffs around Aurora's wrists and ankles, chaining her to the reinforced posts of the bed frame. But I had no choice. When she woke up, she would try to escape again, try to hurt herself or others in her confused state.

"You don't like your accommodation, little bunny. I built them just for you. Reinforced perspex glass all around so my staff can keep an eye on you at all times. A chamber with a secondary biometric lock, so even if you get past the first door, you won't get to the second. All air is pumped through the vents as an isolation chamber. All furniture is bolted down. And when we need to enter the room, you can either comply and get into the silver restraints, or we gas the room" He just smiles as he watches me go from one corner to another. Checking every surface, every corner, every inch, trying to work this out. He watches me intently and comes up to the glass when I start slowing down. "You lo

“That’s normal. We’re going to keep this very light tonight. The goal isn’t to push you hard. The goal is for you to experience what it feels like to give up control in a safe environment.” He reached over and picked up a pair of black leather cuffs from the bedside table. “These are padded,” he explained, showing her. “They’re designed for comfort. I’m going to restrain your wrists and ankles to the bed. You’ll be able to move a little, but not much. Is that something you’re comfortable with?” Eden looked at the cuffs, then back at him. She nodded. “Words, please,” Julian said. “Yes,” she said. “I’m comfortable with that.”

With a towel in his mouth, he couldn’t speak, only managing to whimper, and his body was constantly struggling to free himself from the restraints. Charlie saw him struggling desperately, but his entire body was basically close to motionlessness due to the very rigid restraints. Charlie couldn’t help but smile. “You guys are too cautious. Tying up his hands and legs would have sufficed. You did not need to restrain his fingers as well. Look at Mr. Kazumi now—he’s feeling all anxious.”