Kandi Cuffs Novels & Stories

“Yeah. A parting gift. What about you? He gave you a baby. Aren’t you getting him something?” Anna rolled her eyes. “Laura, stop teasing me. Buy him something? I’d rather hit him twice.” Xandra browsed through clothes and belts, unsure what to choose. Then she saw a pair of silver cufflinks. At first glance, they felt perfect for Randall. “I’ll take these. Please wrap them—” A sharp voice cut in. “Wrap those cufflinks for me.” Xandra looked up at a stranger. The woman was tall, with striking features and blonde hair. Clearly mixed-race, with a sharp, commanding beauty.

Candice tried leaning up so that she could see better. “Put your hands up, ma’am, or I will be forced to use these cuffs.” Candice blushed. “I have some softer ones, officer. Officer, that is, if you want?” Knox’s eyes widened. “Where?” Her blush extended down to her rosy pink tips. “Top drawer of the dresser.” Knox opened the drawer and pulled out a black vibrator and some nipple clamps. Behind that was lube and finally the furry pink cuffs. He held them up, and upon seeing them, Candice nodded.

While Clara simmered with frustration, Evelyn continued her spree, acquiring more gifts for Remy, Jazzie, and her family. Finally, she splurged five million on a pair of cufflinks named Violet Serenade for Warren. The cufflinks were crafted from platinum and adorned with rare purple gemstones. They exuded an air of mystery and nobility. It was even rumored to be the creation of an esteemed Yitalian designer, with only one pair in existence.

She was always in high heels but decided to wear flat shoes today which made her appear really small beside Kirklin. While he sat on her table facing her, Alexandra looked at him and marveled at how striking and sexy he looked. His beard was well carved and he looked dapper in his navy blue suit which he matched with an immaculate white shirt and a pair of Canary Diamond cufflinks made from 20-carat white gold. His initials KKJ were encrusted with 21 carats of canary yellow diamonds encircled by 10.76 carats of additional baguette-cut white diamonds and the yellow diamonds matched his calm and peaceful personality. His toned biceps and chest made his outfit sit on him perfectly. He looked li

"We are honored to have you visit our establishment. Would you like some champagne? Perhaps a private showing of some pieces which you may be interested in?" "No," I say. My voice is rough. "I want that." I point to the window display. She follows my gaze. "Ah. The Valkyrie cuff. An excellent choice. It’s a one-of-a-kind piece. The black diamonds are uncut, sourced from-" "I don't care where they’re from," I interrupt. "I’m buying it and I’m in a hurry." She blinks, then nods quickly. "Of course. Right away." She unlocks the case with a small silver key and lifts the cuff out on a velvet tray.

Thick leather cuffs hung from hooks, some with chains attached. A whole section of metal handcuffs in different sizes, some padded, some not. Nipple clamps—silver ones with little bells, black rubber-tipped ones, even ones with adjustable screws—laid out neatly on velvet trays. Rows of dildos stood upright like soldiers: realistic ones with thick veins, monster-sized ones that made my stomach flip, curved ones clearly made to hit deep inside. Vibrators of every shape—bullet ones, wand ones, rabbit ones with the little clit stimulators.

" Colors he would never dream of wearing, Cuts and styles that looked ridiculous just like what he was made to wear for the shopping…. That morning, when the maid arrived, she came in with two bags. One was containing his collars and cuffs while the other was containing his attire for the day. The collars and cuffs came in pairs. Some were jewelry-like. If you are not into BDSM fashion, you would think they were ordinary jewelry. Some collars looked like chokers while some even had mini vibrators or butt plugs as pendants. Some were made of leather while some were made of either silver or gold. Their pairing hands and ankle cuffs came with corresponding leathers or chains that were detachabl

Coco replied. Coco was wearing jeans, tucked into boots, and a pale blue silk shirt with most of the buttons casually undone. Her breast were clearly visible through the material. She took some gold chains from her shoulder bag and slung them around her neck; then she added two thick gold bangles and a pair of large hoop earrings. She was now ready to go out and start her day in the office. She glanced at her Cartier tank watch. Eight thirty. Two wasted hours with her supposed best friend. And where the hell was Jeremy? She looked at Brandy, "I am going to the office, are you..."

He simply turns his wheel and heads back upstairs in total silence. At the Grand Valley Trade Mall, my boots wander straight into a male warrior's accessories den, my brain completely torn over what resource to buy for his body. "A leather neck strap? A silver harness clip? A thick fur belt? Or maybe a new silver wrist-timer?" my mouth asks Isolde. Suddenly, a pair of shiny silver cuff-links shaped like little wolf fangs catches my eye. My face lights up real bright, and my boots are about to walk right over to the glass counter when—

Next to the desk was a small cupboard on the wall that had its door open wide and the keys hanging there all had little tags with things like; ‘wall cuffs’, ‘silver cuffs’, and so on. Under it was a large cabinet that was full of various manacles, cuffs and so on. Some were leather and some were silver. He closes the cupboard then takes in the centre of the room. There was a large metal table with two wrist cuffs built in to the top surface and two leg cuffs by the legs of the table away from the others. He remembers her being bent over the table in the video he’d watched with Ewan that night.