The Velcro Cuffs (F/M)
Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2025 11:39 pm
Bree and I shared quite a few kinks and enjoyed each others fetishes. We had met online and both loved bondage. I got the opportunity to tie Bree up each time we hooked up, and she had taken her turn tying me up with limited success a few times as well.
Each time she tied me up, Bree had playfully “threatened” to use her velcro cuffs to tie me up “next tine” following my escape from the ropes. Having played with a cheap pair of velcro cuffs in the past, I wasn’t really suspecting these would be any more effective than her tying skills, so I agreed she could start our fun “next time” and use her velcro cuffs on me.
With a sly grin, Bree eagerly agreed and promised to wear something extra special for me. Bree seemed particularly excited and continued to “threaten” getting me in her velcro cuffs in our conversations until we got together again that weekend.
Like the other times she had tied me up, I afforded Bree my full cooperation while she was tying me and didn’t start trying to get myself free until she was finished restraining me. She usually liked to blindfold me as well while she tied me up.
I eagerly headed over, excited to let Bree use these velcro cuffs and have some fun with me before I turned the ropes on her for the rest of the evening.
When I arrived, Bree answered her door wearing only a black bra, thong, and sheer lace top black thigh high stockings.
“Strip!” Bree directed as she locked the door behind me. Giving me a kiss, she lead me to the bedroom, leaving my clothes there on the floor. Playfully pushing me back onto her bed, Bree straddled me, then took a pair of opaque black stockings from on top of the nightstand and blindfolded me.
“Give me your right hand. Make a fist.” She directed as she pulled a nylon knee high stocking completely over my hand and wrist.
“Now your left.” She continued, then did the same with my left hand.
These felt a little heavier, more like tights than sheer nylons. This was definitely going to make using my fingers to unwrap the velcro much more challenging than I had planned on, but I had agreed to this and continued cooperating.
Having me lay outstretched (spread eagle) on the bed, Bree retrieved the velcro cuffs from her nightstand drawer. Standing beside the bed, I head the tearing sound of the velcro opening on the cuff before Bree wrapped the first one snugly around my left wrist and adjusted it into place. Moving down my body, she placed a slightly larger cuff around my left ankle, then my right ankle, finally finishing with the last one on my right wrist.
Using the ropes she already had sitting out on the corners of the bed, Bree looped and tied the middle of each rope through a metal “D” ring on each cuff, stretched each limb out to the corner of the bed and tied off the rope ends to the legs of the bed below it.
Going back to the nightstand and then back to each cuff, Bree locked a mid-size brass padlock on each of the cuffs.
Straddling me on the bed, Bree removed the blindfold.
“I love my velcro cuffs!” She exclaimed grinning ear to ear as she looked down at me. “No one EVER gets out of these.”
Looking over at my outstretched wrist, I could now see what she meant! These were in fact “velcro cuffs” but there were quality leather ones. In addition to the stainless metal “D” ring on the back of each one where Bree had secured the ropes, there was also a smaller “D” ring that inserted through the leather strap as it was wrapped around the wrist or ankle where she had attached the padlocks, effectively locking the cuffs snugly in place on me.
Watching me realize how securely I had agreed to let her restrain me brought an even bigger smile to her face, both of us knowing there was absolutely no chance at me getting out of this until she chose to unlock me which didn’t happen until the next morning after enjoying the state she had me in several times!
Each time she tied me up, Bree had playfully “threatened” to use her velcro cuffs to tie me up “next tine” following my escape from the ropes. Having played with a cheap pair of velcro cuffs in the past, I wasn’t really suspecting these would be any more effective than her tying skills, so I agreed she could start our fun “next time” and use her velcro cuffs on me.
With a sly grin, Bree eagerly agreed and promised to wear something extra special for me. Bree seemed particularly excited and continued to “threaten” getting me in her velcro cuffs in our conversations until we got together again that weekend.
Like the other times she had tied me up, I afforded Bree my full cooperation while she was tying me and didn’t start trying to get myself free until she was finished restraining me. She usually liked to blindfold me as well while she tied me up.
I eagerly headed over, excited to let Bree use these velcro cuffs and have some fun with me before I turned the ropes on her for the rest of the evening.
When I arrived, Bree answered her door wearing only a black bra, thong, and sheer lace top black thigh high stockings.
“Strip!” Bree directed as she locked the door behind me. Giving me a kiss, she lead me to the bedroom, leaving my clothes there on the floor. Playfully pushing me back onto her bed, Bree straddled me, then took a pair of opaque black stockings from on top of the nightstand and blindfolded me.
“Give me your right hand. Make a fist.” She directed as she pulled a nylon knee high stocking completely over my hand and wrist.
“Now your left.” She continued, then did the same with my left hand.
These felt a little heavier, more like tights than sheer nylons. This was definitely going to make using my fingers to unwrap the velcro much more challenging than I had planned on, but I had agreed to this and continued cooperating.
Having me lay outstretched (spread eagle) on the bed, Bree retrieved the velcro cuffs from her nightstand drawer. Standing beside the bed, I head the tearing sound of the velcro opening on the cuff before Bree wrapped the first one snugly around my left wrist and adjusted it into place. Moving down my body, she placed a slightly larger cuff around my left ankle, then my right ankle, finally finishing with the last one on my right wrist.
Using the ropes she already had sitting out on the corners of the bed, Bree looped and tied the middle of each rope through a metal “D” ring on each cuff, stretched each limb out to the corner of the bed and tied off the rope ends to the legs of the bed below it.
Going back to the nightstand and then back to each cuff, Bree locked a mid-size brass padlock on each of the cuffs.
Straddling me on the bed, Bree removed the blindfold.
“I love my velcro cuffs!” She exclaimed grinning ear to ear as she looked down at me. “No one EVER gets out of these.”
Looking over at my outstretched wrist, I could now see what she meant! These were in fact “velcro cuffs” but there were quality leather ones. In addition to the stainless metal “D” ring on the back of each one where Bree had secured the ropes, there was also a smaller “D” ring that inserted through the leather strap as it was wrapped around the wrist or ankle where she had attached the padlocks, effectively locking the cuffs snugly in place on me.
Watching me realize how securely I had agreed to let her restrain me brought an even bigger smile to her face, both of us knowing there was absolutely no chance at me getting out of this until she chose to unlock me which didn’t happen until the next morning after enjoying the state she had me in several times!
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