STRAITJACKET STORY
Author:   wildjohn1 <wildjohn1@my-dejanews.com>
Date:     1999/02/27
Forum:    alt.sex.bondage
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	I had always been fascinated by straitjackets since I was quite young but had never come face to face with the terrible device, I wasn’t insane or an escape artist. This all changed a few weeks back however. I was a student and lived alone in a large secluded bungalow, not the typical student dwellings by a long way! Being in the suburbs of the city and without my own transport, travel was awkward at best so I mainly relied on a lift by a girl on my course. She was from down south, well spoken, intelligent, fairly attractive, very dominant but a person I felt at ease with. It was this girl that introduced me to the topic of ‘Constrained in Canvas.’
	It started when I had invited her to look around my house. Being alone for most nights was a problem and I soon got bored. I found masturbating a way of passing the time in bed and last night was no exception. Unfortunately, I had woke up late this morning and totally forgot to clean up after myself. As she walked into my bedroom, her eyes immediately radioed in on the bed sheets. I was oblivious to the fact that the evidence of white stains was clearly on show. “What’s this?” she frowned. “What’s what?” I replied. She pointed to the sheets and I immediately started to blush. “ER.., nothing…,” I stuttered. She interrupted, “Oh come on! I know what these are. Shame on you!” she exclaimed. I made a pathetic excuse. “I’ve tried to stop, it’s just so difficult,” I said pleading to her reason. She turned away from me seeming quite angry. I was expecting her to storm out of the house at any moment.
	Instead she slowly turned to face me, finger slowly touching lips as if she was deep in thought. “Are you serious about wanting to stop?” she enquired.
	Relieved she hadn’t left I replied, “Yes, of course.” “Well, I have something that might just help you. That is, if you’re interested.” Curious but wanting to hide my embarrassment I replied shrugging my shoulders, “Sure, Okay.” She smiled and replied, “That’s excellent! Now, you haven’t got anything planned for Friday night or this weekend have you?” I only wish I had. “No, no,” I sighed, “Plain and boring. Probably just sit in front of the T.V.” “Even better!” she exclaimed clapping her hands, “Now, I’ll be coming around at nine O’clock on Friday night. Be ready.” “Ready for what?” I asked. She smiled again, this time with glassy eyes, “You’ll find out then, just be in alone.” I nodded and with that she promptly left.
	It was only Wednesday night and needless to say, I was more than curious about her plans. Whatever they were, she seemed to get extremely excited by them. "What could it be?" I thought. My mind went into overdrive. First I thought she'd have something to take my mind off being bored. But that wouldn't get her excited. Next, I thought about some kind of drug to stem my sexual urges. She might find that amusing. But what about having nothing planned for the weekend? It had to be something of duration, something perhaps preventative. Then it dawned on me. It must be a chastity belt! That seemed to fit the picture. I shuddered at the prospect. Would I allow her to take control like that!? More questions than answers started to appear in my mind so I decided just till wait until Friday night. The big night came and this time the entire house was spotless. Punctual as ever, the doorbell rang exactly on nine. I hurried to the door but was totally unprepared for what I saw. She stood there looking fabulous dress in a smart business jacket and cotton floral skirt, her long red hair tied with a blue ribbon. I also noticed a large sports bag in her left hand. "Must be the answer in there," I thought a million miles away. "Aren't you going to ask me in?" she indignantly asked. "ER…Yes, please come in," I replied. With that she marched silently past as I closed the door and followed her into my bedroom. I had no idea of was going to about that night.
	She stood in front of me with her back turned. I didn't know what to expect and stood rigid and silent. Thankfully she turned around. "Do you still want my help?" she asked with raised eyebrows. I wasn't sure but curiosity got the better of me, so I nodded. "Are you absolutely sure? Whatever it is? You might not like it," she asked again, now with a serious look on her face. I now became scared, this sounded very ominous. What was she going to do? "You're.. You're.. Well, you're not going to castrate me are you?" I stammered. I was serious but she stepped back and laughed loudly. "No, of course not!" she chuckled. Seeing the worried look on my face she tried to reassure me placing her hand on my shoulder. "I won't hurt you silly," she softly said looking into my eyes, "What's been going through that mind of yours?" I laughed nervously. "All right, I'm sorry. What's next?" "Go into the bathroom and strip to your boxers," she ordered. I was now really scared. As I went into the en-suite bathroom, I heard her drop the bag on the floor and a faint metallic clang from inside. "It must be a chastity belt!" I thought. Could I allow her to do this? The prospect did excite me exceedingly so I stripped off and went back out feeling embarrassed by my nakedness. She was unmoved by my appearance, she'd gone into what I called 'Professional' mode. She started to close the curtains and said, "This is your last chance. Are you absolutely one hundred percent sure? There will be no turning back. I don't like my time to be wasted." Although alarm bells rang in my head, she had reassured me that I wouldn't get hurt and I know her well enough to trust she was telling the truth. I took a deep breathe and said, "Okay, let's do it!"
	She bent over and unzipped the sports bag. I only managed to glance some white canvas material inside the bag before she grabbed my chin and made me look forward. "Do you like surprises?" she asked. "Only good ones!" I joked. "Well, in that case, close your eyes and hold your arms out in front," she smiled. "No peeking!" she commanded as she reached into the bag. As I stood there, I could hardly contain myself. The surprise was finally about to be revealed. I heard the flapping of material and expected something to be placed into my outstretched hands. Was I in for a shock! I felt a slight draught and then something being slipped up my arms. Instinctively I opened my eyes whilst at the same time jumping backwards. To my disbelieve, I was about to be placed in a straitjacket! I cried out as Beth stood there in surprise with the straitjacket invitingly held open.
	"What on Earth's the matter?" she casually enquired. Stepping further back I cried, "What do you mean!? I'm not going in that, no way!" "I thought you wanted me to help?" she said still totally calm. I nodded in disbelieve, "Yeh, I though at worst a chastity belt of something like that." "A chastity belt thought effective wouldn't get to the root of the problem," she continued. "Oh, what's that then?" I enquired breathless with fear. "Boredom," she replied, "If you wear a chastity belt you'd spend all your time trying to get if off. However, with my solution you'll have to endure the boredom and learn to conquer it. Trust me, the Straitjacket is secondary here, my objective is to teach you to conquer your boredom." She still hadn't convinced me. She went on, "Let's put it this way then. Firstly, you agreed to trust me, whatever the consequences. Secondly, you know I don't like time- wasters. News of your night-time activities won't go down to well with others on thr course I'm sure," she grinned. I was being blackmailed! However, she had a last reason why I'd wear the Straitjacket.
        Placing the straitjacket on the end of the bed, she slowly walked
over to me ensuring she retained eye-contact. She placed her left hand around my right arm just below the elbow and squeezed. "You WILL wear this straitjacket," she insisted as she squeezed more as I yelled in pain. "You might think you know me," she smiled, "but I don't think you are aware that I'm a martial arts expert. "Please stop! You're hurting me!" I cried out. "Will you co-operate with me?" she enquired. I solemnly nodded. "Excellent! It's better for you this way Stephen. Understand one thing, you WILL wear this straitjacket," she said repeating her earlier statement, "Co-operation means that I can make the straitjacket fit much more comfortably instead of being bone-crushingly tight. It will however still be quite secure." She went back to the edge of the bed picking up the straitjacket and gestured me into it. I was still reluctant but I knew I had no real alternative. I couldn't chance that I could escape her and even if I did, I know my college days would be over. I felt more bound at that moment than actually wearing the straitjacket. I nodded and slowly walked over to the jacket knowing that anything but total compliance was futile.
        Beth now relaxed and smiled knowing that she had already won. "When will you release me?" I enquired. "You won't be free again until tomorrow morning, just enough time to do your calls of nature," she replied, "Then your lesson continues." "What if I've learnt to conquer my desires?" I asked. "We'll see," she smiled, "Just concentrate on defeating those desires of yours." "Or escaping," I joked. She laughed loudly, "You won't get out of this!" "Escape artists do it all the time," I replied nervously. "Really? I'd like to see one get out of this. You know I don't do things by half Stephen, this is no ordinary cheap jacket used for shows. This is a quality device with plenty of ingenious features to defeat any would-be escape artist. Besides, I will apply it flawlessly, there'll be no slack. You'll be snug and quite secure. Now we've waited long enough, come on, in you go. I'll talk about the straitjacket's features as we come to them."
        Boy, was I scared. Everything in mind was telling me not to do it. My heart was pounding and I could feel perspiration accumulating on my forehead. Despite all of this, something drove me on. I nodded, “Let’s get on with it then.” Beth started to describe the straitjacket and its method of
application. “As I’m sure you are aware Stephen,” she stated, “the purpose of a straitjacket is to secure both of the arms around the body and provide a reliable method of restraint. This is achieved by placing the arms in sleeves which are fastened together at the back.” She pointed out the sleeves to me. She continued, “This process is rather simple, the genius comes with devising a straitjacket which will ensure the arms stay in this position. You have the impression that escape from such a device as this is possible. Not so!”, she smiled before continuing.
        “As I’ve said, I’ll describe the features as we come to them. Firstly, the jacket itself is made of heavy duty cross-threaded nylon canvas. It is extremely strong and durable. All the straps are made of the same material, each strap having a tensile strength of one hundred and twenty tonnes. Enough to support several fully grown Elephants and more than enough to counter any attempt you could muster to rip out of the jacket I’m sure.” She grinned as she felt my biceps. I hated the humiliation but I remained silent as the terror of the jacket was beginning to sink in.
        “Of course, an item is only as good as its weakest part. In case you’re wondering, all the seams are triple stitched and reinforced.” She held the jacket up and brought my attention to the seams. They certainly looked extremely strong and well made. “Right, hold out your arms please,” she said with a degree of smugness. I complied without hesitation. Beth moved towards me with the jacket held open, her gaze fixed on my eyes. I gazed back only glancing down quickly to ensure my arms were going into the sleeves. Very slowly, the white canvas engulfed my arms. Beth stopped once her hands had reached my shoulders, my arms totally in the sleeves. She let go of the jacket and I felt its full weight on my shoulders, several pounds I estimated. Strangely, I felt the jacket tugging down at the back. “Must be the weight of all those straps and buckles,” I reasoned. There certainly appeared to be a lot of them.