Category Archives: Story

Story

Special Treatment

Leave a comment

Written by ty dehner

Sam struggled against a force holding his hands. Was it a dream? Sam felt the coolness of leather-gloved hands gripping his wrists as the gloved hands slipped heavy-duty silver handcuffs onto his wrists. The cuffs were secured to the arms of a chair. Yes, Sam was sitting in a chair. His last memory was falling asleep in his hospital bed after being admitted for observation on a severe medical condition.

Sam was groggy and couldn’t focus on anything. After his hands were secured to the chair, Sam felt a gloved hand stroke the back of his neck and over the top of his head. It made the sleepy patient feel relaxed again, as a deep voice from behind stated, “Relax, you’re taking your for a special treatment.”

Continue reading Special Treatment →

Story

Roped and Wrangled in the Woods – Part 17

1 Comment

By Sorbus

“Sorry Sir, a what or a what?” I craned my neck, turning my head around to clarify what I thought I’d heard. . .

“A catheter or a diaper. You know, a tube you piss through or a highly absorbent padded underwear that you piss into. I don’t want you pissing yourself in the middle of the night.” Sir squeezed his arms tightly around me, subtly reinforcing that while he was giving me a choice, a ‘thanks but no thanks’ was definitely NOT one of the options! “I’m curious to see which one you’ll pick, so I’m giving you the choice this first time. But don’t expect it every time. After tonight, it’ll always be my choice.”

The sun had fully set at this point, and the mountain air was cooling quickly. And the water along with it.

“Whichever you prefer, Sir?” I said, with a bit of a squeak in my voice. To be candid, I really, really didn’t want either! At least if I got him to make the decision for me, I’d have somebody else to blame, right?

Continue reading Roped and Wrangled in the Woods – Part 17 →

Story

Inseparable

1 Comment

By surfbot

Brian and I are well matched and have been married for a year and a half. I first knew for sure that he was interested in me when he got his dick pierced and bought a chastity device to match mine. And while he had been wearing a chastity device on and off for years, he started wearing it 24/7 except when we were playing together, as I did. When we got engaged, we did not do anything as mundane as exchange rings, we exchanged chastity keys. We also bought matching collars of heavy chains and a large circular lock, which would not come off over the head. We exchanged those keys, too.

We sometimes slept in handcuffs and leg cuffs, and occasionally more restrictive bondage. Some weekends one of us would be a prisoner from Friday evening to Monday morning, naked and in chastity and cuffs the whole time.

Continue reading Inseparable →

Story

One Week Abroad

4 Comments

By ThomasBXL

Welcome

You already knew, the moment he laid the straps out on the table, that this would not be a light evening.

You had flown in that afternoon. One week. No hotel. Your clothes, phone, wallet and papers locked away on a timer the moment you arrived — the arrangement you had both agreed to. There would be a festival at the end of the week. Until then, periodic checks, and the rest of the time his. You had said yes to that. You had said yes to exploring the edges you had only ever talked about.

He had let you watch while he prepared everything. The heavy leather cuffs. The wide torso straps. The hood with the front-buckle pecker gag. The headphones. The nipple clamps. The electrodes. No rush. No more explanation. You had already talked. You had told him you wanted the feeling of not being able to get out, of your mind eventually stopping its attempts to steer. He had only nodded.

Now you are already on the bondage bench. Not secured. Not yet. He walks around you, checks the tension of a strap, runs his fingers along the inside of a cuff. The silence is heavier than words. Your heart rate is already climbing from the waiting alone.

Continue reading One Week Abroad →

Story

Samaritan of the Stairwell

2 Comments

By surfbot

I lost a bet to my boyfriend of four months, and my forfeit was to spend a weekend wearing only handcuffs, leg cuffs, and my chastity device. This was not all that crazy, as we had played around with such things before.

When Brian entered my apartment late afternoon on Friday, he had one word for me: “strip”. As I removed my clothes he did also. Reduced to the bare necessities we were wearing identical chastity devices, each secured with a pin through a PA piercing — a month after we met he got himself pierced and bought a steel device to match mine. He then had a surprise for me: he told me to go get my chastity key. When I returned he said we would swap locks, so we would both know that nobody cheated, no matter how many keys we had hidden away. He had me hide “my” key in the bedroom, and when I came back he had removed handcuffs and leg cuffs from his duffel. He had me apply the leg cuffs to myself, then turn around with hands behind my back, where he applied the handcuffs. He double locked them all.

Continue reading Samaritan of the Stairwell →

Story

Cop Fantasy 2: My First Full Jail/Arrest Roleplay With a Real Corrections Officer

Leave a comment

By handcuffcop

I’d had a cop uniform and handcuff fantasy for years. I spent forever scrolling Recon, and a lot of the cops on there don’t post face pics. I tried messaging a bunch of them and got nowhere, no idea why, and it drove me nuts. Then I matched with a grandpa born in 1953 who turned out to be a prison guard and parole officer. If one of his juvenile parolees stopped following the rules, he was the guy who cuffed them and took them back to jail. I said you send kids to the jail, and he said no I didn’t send them to jail, they sent them to jail. Fair enough, to some extent.

Getting him to meet up was a whole process. We finally agreed on a McDonald’s in Somerville, and he honestly did not look like a cop. Skinny little old man in a leather jacket who showed up on a motorcycle. We didn’t even order food, just sat and talked. Eventually we talked about some topics: handcuff obsession, his job and jail. Then he pulled a pair of leg shackles out of his jacket and dropped them on the table like it was nothing and threatened to put them on me. I’d only ever owned handcuffs, never shackles at that time. I turned bright red and begged him to put them away because I was scared someone would see, lol. Meanwhile I was dying to be cuffed.

Continue reading Cop Fantasy 2: My First Full Jail/Arrest Roleplay With a Real Corrections Officer →

Story

Cop Fantasy 1: My First Time Visiting a Police Station — and Trying on Leg Irons

2 Comments

By handcuffcop

I honestly don’t know where to start with this story.

I’ve been fascinated by police officers for as long as I can remember. Whenever I saw someone in a police uniform, I’d get this weird little rush. Part of me always wanted to walk up and touch the uniform, just to feel what it was actually like and imagine what it would be like to wear one myself.

I know a lot of people are fascinated by cops because of the guns, batons, authority, and all that. For me, though, it has always been the handcuffs.

There’s just something about being handcuffed by a police officer that I’ve always found incredibly exciting. Unfortunately, I never really had a chance to experience it.

Then I went to Massachusetts for school.

The campus police officers there were pretty attractive, and of course I was fascinated by their uniforms. The problem was that most of them seemed to carry only their sidearms, and you usually couldn’t even see handcuffs on their belts.

Continue reading Cop Fantasy 1: My First Time Visiting a Police Station — and Trying on Leg Irons →

Story

Roped and Wrangled in the Woods – Part 16

6 Comments

By Sorbus

Note from the author- sorry about the delay. Back to school for teaching arrived faster than I was ready. . . and it’s a BUSY year! I’m not sure how many more parts I’ll be able to pull off, or the timeline for them, but I promise I’ll make sure to give a solid ending.

From part 15:

Then, a few seconds later and with one final thrust, his hips snapping forward, and that tension broke. I cried out, feeling him shooting inside me, that enormous shaft quivering like a lightning rod that had just been struck.

And, much to my surprise, he wasn’t the only one! My caged organ began to shoot as well, the thick milky substance setting a personal record as it shot and oozed out of the front of my cage. After a few seconds of ecstasy, so overwhelming it was bordering on agony, my head fell backwards. I panted, my breathing out of control as he held me suspended in the air. My arms were like noodles, my fingers to rubbery to hold onto the chain. It was by his strength alone that I was still in the air.

Continue reading Roped and Wrangled in the Woods – Part 16 →