Take complete control of your captive with the Ruff Bondage Mitt — taking away all use of his hands and putting his full focus on sucking your cock, licking your boots, or whatever else your imagination can come up with.
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Collars and leashes available here
More Bondage / BDSM gear from Mr S here
Chapter 5: The Pit’s Cane
Strokes Break – Flesh Binds
By Restrained4U
The dungeon hung heavy, winch hook creaking.
Jamie slumped, eyes flicking to Leo’s trembling card.
Ryan’s ragged breaths rasped from the cross, weights pulling, clamps biting deep into his chest, his jaw clenched tight – but a flicker of grim hope burned in his gaze now. After Leo’s turn, those cursed clamps would finally come off, his torment ticking down as Leo’s loomed.
Marcus leaned back, arms crossed, his smirk a cold blade as the rustle of the blood-red punishment bag faded, its threat now clutched in Leo’s grip.
Leo’s fingers shook, the card’s crimson edges blurring in the dim light, white lettering stark and unforgiving. He swallowed, throat dry, and read it to himself first – Fuck, not this – his gut twisting as the words sank in. His voice came out low, cracked, barely steady as he read aloud. “Roll two dice for cane strike – strap to the table face-down, count ‘em loud, or the pit doubles it.” He let the card slip to the table – ROLL AND CANE in white – and stared at it, the range – two to twelve – searing into his skull, his breath hitching fast. Both vetoes would’ve killed this – out, safe, done, he thought, a sharp pang stabbing through him. He’d held that last card like a shield, and now the pit had him anyway, dice ready to carve his fate.
This versatile leather restraint can be used in a variety of ways. Bind the forearms in front or behind the body and use the included locking leather strap to make it harder to remove.
Available at Church of Sinvention — they call this item a “muff binder.”
By Peter B. and Art Intelli
Chapter Four: The Gift
The carnival rolled from one town to the next, and I was usually so tired by Showtime that I didn’t really notice the crowds were getting thinner in every town. I continued to wear my Collar as a mark of pride. Viktor’s training, once grueling and punishing, started to feel more like a challenge. We worked out together, side by side, pushing each other to the limit. It wasn’t about pain anymore. It was about strength. It was about earning something more than just muscle — it was about respect.
Viktor was no longer just my mentor; he had become a kind of partner in all of this. We’d work with the roustabouts in the mornings, hauling crates, setting up tents, lifting heavy carnival equipment. Viktor always made sure to encourage me, watching me carefully as I struggled with the same things the other men did. But he always pushed me to go further, to lift heavier, to show the others I could do it just as well as they could.
“Lift it!” he’d shout with a grin, watching me struggle with a large piece of equipment. “That’s how you show them. No weakness. You’ve got this.”
Check out this Hog Tie restraint available from Mr S:
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Hoods and muzzles available from Mr S here
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