Humane Restraints Novels & Stories

“That’s such a thoughtful present. He must be such a warm, considerate man. Please introduce him to me. Please, so that I can get to know him and meet him.” Anna rolled her eyes. A warm, considerate man? Liam was the exact opposite, an extremely cold unfeeling person. Anna gently held the wristband on her wrist that was still extremely noisy. A warm feeling suddenly arose in her heart. This wristband was receptive to sounds. Once it sensed that the surroundings had gone quiet, the alarm reminding her to sleep gradually slowed down and went quiet. It sounded just a tired lullaby. “Anna. Anna?” Nina saw that there was no response from Anna so she called out twice. She did not expect the wristb

London ignored both types of comments in the chat and informed them that some sponsors had made a new request. “Before I start the timer and unfreeze the tip jar, there is one more restraint that you will see me wear for the second product trial. This collar can be hooked to the backrest of the throne I’m on. Some of you missed my ugly expressions from earlier at the later stages of testing, and the kind sponsors decided on a solution for it. I hope you’re proud of your decision because I regret it. I hope this thing breaks.” Laughing at her comment, the chat spammed meme that London rolled her eyes at as she fastened the new restraint. Hooking the back of the collar to the backrest of her s

"Documenting how your body responds to interrupted stimulation." He reached for something else....restraints. Soft, silk-lined cuffs attached to what looked like a system designed to secure her wrists and ankles to the testing desk. He moved like he had done this a hundred times before. "These are part of the advanced protocol," he said, his voice remaining clinical. "We're testing your response to constraint combined with stimulation."

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.