Simple fact: Handcuffs hurt.

Now, sometimes that's good. My wife loves the cold, uncomfortable metal on her wrists when she's in a suitably submissive mood. But when reality (and bruised wrists) interfere, it's time to start thinking about more practical restraints.

That's why we were excited about the Sportsheet's Ankle cuffs.

They arrived in a deceptively light blister pack, but I was immediately impressed upon unpacking them. Made from nylon strapping and Velcro, they were easy to slap around wrists and ankles and the Velcro meant you could bind them tight, but comfortably over most sized limbs.

There's an extension between the cuffs, which you can keep short for handcuff-style binders, or extend to about a foot and a half. That's great for entwining in the bars of our headboard - or the packaging recommends using them as ankle-cuffs with the extension going behind the man's hips (raising the woman's legs and allowing for deeper penetration.)

A large, easy-to-unclip plastic clip was on the straps, meaning that somebody tied up could easily unclip the restraints if they need to. That's a nice safety feature - but not so good for those who dig the authenticity in their BDSM scenes.

As far as it goes, the cuffs aren't exactly full-on, hardcore BDSM tools anyway. They're soft and practical, but the plastic and nylon might not be as popular with people who like metal and leather. I liked the nylon, though, because it meant they could go straight in the washing machine if you got any 'fluids' on them (which, let's be honest, we all hope we might.)

My wife was very satisfied with them, based on the experience I'll write about below. However, she admitted that she felt fairly 'safe' with the cuffs on, knowing she could unclip herself or even just 'bust free' if she needed to.

Kinky little pervert that she is, she admitted she'd kind of like cuffs that she really COULDN'T bust out of. It would make the sense of surrender that much more tangible.

Our headboard consists of a series of wooden bars, which previously had two pairs of police-issue handcuffs on them. These are now replaced by the Sportsheets restraints, which are perfectly positioned for quick and easy 'bondage' of my wife's wrists when I throw her back onto the bed.

We tried them out this way first - extending the binders to their maximum width and securing my wife to the headboard, her arms outstretched. She had tiny little wrists, but despite that, she couldn't escape.

Suitably helpless, I yanked off her panties, forced open her thighs and proceeded to feast on her delicious pussy, attacking her with my lips and tongue until she was panting and gasping.

Normally, my wife grabs cushions of pillows to cover her mouth as she screams. Restrained, she couldn't. She couldn't wriggle or push me away, either, which meant I was remorseless as I licked her to orgasm.

She came quickly and loudly, crushing my head between her thighs as she orgasmed. It was wonderful.

Afterward, as we lay together, she admitted that the restraint was incredibly sexy. She really did feel at my mercy - and the straps didn't hurt her wrists like the handcuffs did (often distracting her from orgasm.)

It's been a while since my wife and I had an opportunity to indulge in some bondage, but a few hours to ourselves this weekend proved perfect...

I blindfolded my wife with a padded mask and bound her ankles behind her with the g-spot link, which can be adjusted to make kind of 'Velcro handcuffs' which are much more comfortable than real metal ones.

Bound and helpless, I had my wife shuffle around the carpet on her knees, swatting her bottom as she passed and using a fistful of her long hair to guide her across the room.

Lounging back on the sofa, I spread my thighs and she shuffled between them. Then, using her hair as a pulley, I guided her head to my straining cock and she obediently opened wide.

My wife's fingers are almost as talented as her lips and tongue, but I loved the feeling of her giving me a blindfolded, 'hands free' blowjob. She bobbed her head, sucking and slurping and trying to maintain her balance despite having her wrists behind her back.

It felt amazing - very sexy and powerful to feel the mouth of a helpless slave working on your straining erection... but with her hands tied, it was difficult for her to keep up the rhythm long enough to make me cum, so when I felt myself needing that release, I grabbed her hair and wheeled her around.

Without her hands free, my wife couldn't hold herself on. She flopped forward, her face against the carpet and her round, inviting ass sticking up into the air. Spreading her thighs, I sunk my saliva-slick cock inside of her and fucked her hard and fast, using her like a helpless prisoner.

She gasped and groaned, turned on by the feeling of being bound and unable to resist.

As I neared orgasm, I stopped thrusting and knelt still, buried in her sopping cunt. I ordered her to 'work it.' She did so with enthusiasm, bucking and thrusting her hips back and fucking herself on my turgid dick. It was hard work, as she was on her knees and couldn't move her arms, but her bucking hips and thrusting ass soon had me on the brink and she 'milked' an explosive climax out of me. I spurted deep inside her, groaning as she thrust back onto my cock.

It was some amazing sex - made even better by the G-spot link. It was comfortable enough to let he concentrate on the erotic mission at hand, rather than dealing with uncomfortable metal around her wrists distracting her from pleasure.