Tub cuffs Sex handcuffs

Rachel's Tub Cuffs allow for that most difficult of options - spontaneous bondage. Because they can be used on any smooth surface, your play can extend anywhere you are bold enough to take it!

I love a toy that can suck harder than me. TheTub Cuffs showed no mercy when it came to suction, and that is exactly what I craved and needed.Shower sex is a constant in my life, but shower play can be hazardous. Everything is slippery. The positions are awkward and precarious. A mobile handle is absolutely necessary. My partner and I found the perfect place for a handle every time we found our wet and slick bodies tangled together under the spray. In addition, using bondage sex toys in such an already vulnerable situation amplified the sensations beyond my expectations.My partner cuffed me to the shower wall as I pinned myself up against it. I pushed my leg into the rim of the tub to lock myself back as always, but now the wrist and ankle cuffs held me up as well. They gave me added stability, added balance. However, on the other hand, I had no way to catch myself if we slipped. I had to entrust my slippery safety to him entirely and trust him to not tip or unbalance me while I could not recover myself.That vulnerability never left my mind the whole time he fucked me. During each of his thrusts, the fear of slipping played upon my nerves, making each pleasant sensation more vivid, more intense. The Tub cuffs slid down the wall slightly ever so often, which made me nervous, yet they still managed to help hold me up and lock me in place.As he sat on the floor of the tub and I rode him, I stuck the Tub cuffs to the wall behind his head. I looped a hand into each cuff and used them as handles, that perfect handle I always needed in this position. No longer was I slipping backward into the spray, blinding myself and choking on stray droplets. I pulled myself hard forward, rocking over him frantically. The cuffs held firmly. No matter how hard I yanked or how much body weight flew with my motion, they clung determinedly to that wall.I fucked him harder. I felt him deeper. I could concentrate on my movements over him rather than sacrificing focus to keep myself upright. My hands were in the cuffs, and that was all I needed to think about. Then it was just our sex.The potential of the Tub cuffs was not confined to the bathroom. They stuck to everything! They latched onto any flat surface imaginable. Suddenly, I was happily restrained as he hungrily ate me on my dining room table. My hands were stuck to the floor in front of me as I bent over standing on the linoleum floor. I could have been pinned up against a sliding glass door if the exhibitionistic desire moved me. The versatility was endless.Restraint was possible everywhere. I did not have to wait for the appropriate headboard to slap handcuffs around. I did not have to fold up long scarves to adapt to any bed. I could slip those small Tub Cuffs into my purse or bag and take them to any flat surface I could find. I could offer myself up to him nearly wherever we wanted.