Sexy Handcuffs Novels & Stories

I speed up my hand on my dick, wanting to satisfy myself, because my balls hurt. He gets down from the pole, comes towards me walking sensually, which makes me stop, leaving me curious as to what he is going to do. As he is close to me, he sits on my lap, making me moan and thank him for taking the initiative to come. I spontaneously extend my arms over the sofa, controlling myself not to grab her and fuck him right then. His hands on me drive me crazy and at that moment I feel my wrist handcuffed. I look surprised, as I hadn't even seen the handcuffs hidden in the sofa, but I like the situation and allow him to cuff the other wrist. He rests his arms on my shoulder, sits right on top of my

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.

She whimpers, "don't stop!" Oh beg, baby beg! "One moment Annabell. Patience." I soothe her restlessness, and pick up a pair of leather cuffs from my bag. The naughty bag. The BDSM bag. The cuffs are attached to each other by a small silver chain, and close with the help of buckles. Much more comfortable than proper metal handcuffs. I reach for one of Annabell's delicate wrists and attach the leather strap around the tiny limb, moving on to the other.

When Lydia was twisting underneath Galen, her pussy wet and aching, he sat up and reached over to the drawer beside the bed. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and a couple of terrycloth athletic wrist bands. "These are the real thing, not fur-lined plastic or anything. You still interested?" She had to swallow twice and squeeze her thighs together before she could speak. "Hell yeah!" "That's my girl. I thought these would protect your skin." He peeled her fingers off the headboard and slipped one of the wristbands over her hands. "I don't want to hurt you."

The cuffs clack together, the sound of metal and the restriction has her fully awake quickly. "Hello, Little Slave, I want to fuck. I thought I'd make it fun, so you're handcuffed and I clamped your nipples. Lift your arms above your head and don't move." After she complied, I took another clothespin and put it on her nose. "Breath through your mouth. Don't speak."

The longer he continued, the wetter I got and he seemed to be picturing me used as well, his cock was noticeably lengthening and thickening. "This is a St. Andrew's cross. With the proper cuffs on, you can be suspended erect or upside down." Another twinge to my pussy. "It also needs padding." "What are the proper cuffs?" I asked. "Suspension cuffs. They don't put unnatural pressure on your wrists and ankles so they cut off circulation. You can hang for quite a long time." "Do you have any suspension cuffs? Is it one of the things sitting in our closet now?" "No. Mistress Dark will be bringing them and a couple other items when she comes on Saturday."

he explained confidently. "Well, that's quite an unconventional plan, my love," I chuckled, intrigued by his audacity. "Alright then, let's get started," he declared eagerly. To my surprise, he revealed a pair of handcuffs, causing my eyes to widen. With a mischievous smirk, he proceeded towards me. "Are you planning to use those?" I inquired, slightly nervous yet excited. "Yes, my love. These handcuffs are part of the thrilling experience," he confessed affectionately.

A stage and its audience all in one. The headboard wasn’t a headboard at all, but a metal grid displaying restraints, whips, cuffs, paddles, some I recognized from p**n binges, some from erotic forums, others I couldn’t even name. Toys for every level of sin, from beginner curiosity to full-blown degradation. My mouth went dry. And of course, he noticed. Grant returned with a pair of handcuffs, not the cold steel ones hanging as display, but gold ones lined with pink fur. Deceptively soft. A mind game.

I grabbed onto his head and held him close to me with trembling legs as fireworks exploded behind my eyelids and my orgasm overtook me. I let go of his head and collapsed next to him in a heap on the couch as I tried to catch my breath. Jaxon climbed over me, pressing me into the couch with his body as he kissed me, his tongue slipping into my mouth sensuously. I reached down between our bodies, unzipping his trousers and reaching into his pants for his hard member. Jaxon grabbed my hip with one hand and produced a pair of leather handcuffs with the other. I guessed he'd been hiding them in his pocket this whole time. Before I knew what was happening, he had both my wrists bound.

Babyface goes limp beneath me and lies there with a dazed look on his face. I can’t move; I feel like I’m in a drugged state from the intense sexual pleasure I just experienced. I stay there on top of him, feeling weak and spent, so Eric has to make the next move for me. He removes the handcuffs from under his pillow and puts them in my trembling hands. Before Babyface realizes what’s happening, I lean over and kiss him while Eric slides the other handcuffs out from under his pillow. I take Babyface’s wrist into my hand and cuff him to the railing in the headboard while Eric does the same to his other wrist.