Something New
"A Straitjacket, an honest to goodness, hospital type Straitjacket. I can't believe I'm sitting here actually strapped into a fucking Straitjacket." Carley twisted ineffectually, uselessly tugging at her crossed arms and quickly running out of strength and energy. She tried again to lift her arms up and as all the times before the movement was thwarted by the vertical straps at the center of her chest and under her armpits that the jacket sleeves passed through before being buckled together behind her back. Then there was that crotch strap; at least it gave her a little pleasure. Her shoulders were getting sore both from muscle strain and where the heavy course canvas-like material rubbed against them, she was glad he'd suggested she keep her bra on, her nipples would have been rubbed raw by now. She was breathing hard from the exertion of her earlier struggles and because all the air she could get was through her flared nostrils, a ball gag  forces it's wearer to breath through their nose. A stream of saliva dripped from her chin adding itself to the wet area at the front of her restraint. "Shit, I'm not going to get out of this thing, I thought it would be easy, just lift my arms up over my head and uncross them then when my hands were back in front I would be able to unbuckle the sleeves and then I could take the thing off like a sweater. I didn't count on these straps under my arms or this damn crotch strap." She tried to remember the movie that had prompted her husband to buy this crazy thing and she couldn't recall one scene where the girl wearing the same device had been shown with a strap through her crotch. "Maybe the producers thought that was too sexy for a low budget, made for TV movie." she thought as she leaned forward to give her back muscles a break from sitting like she had been for several minutes. Carley looked down passed her right elbow at her stiff leg and gave it another chance to move but it like everything else stayed exactly as he'd put it nearly an hour earlier and despite her effort her leg remained straight out in front of her, held there by the locked joint at it's knee. "And that thing, where in the hell did he get that. I've never even seen anything like it, what did he call it, a transport leg brace?" She eyed the gleaming steel cuffed to her right leg at the thigh, above and below her knee and at her ankle. She'd sat there and let him lock those cuffs on her leg never suspecting that the rotating hinge at the knee joint would be lockable and once secured in any of three positions would keep her from straightening or in her case now, bending her leg. "It's made for transporting prisoners." he'd told her as he was locking the last of the four padded leather cuffs that held the thing immovable on her. "With this on a person can't run or even walk for that matter if the knee joint is locked." he'd seemed very pleased with himself as he stood up after securing her in the leg brace. "Ok sweetie, let me see you get up." He'd grinned at her first awkward attempt to stand and when she fell backward he laughed and said, "I think I'll go out and have some coffee by the pool, come on out and join me when you get out of all this." By now Carley was sure she would not be joining him by the pool, she was going to be right here, sitting on the floor where he'd left her when he came back down to their basement playroom. "I'm stuck, I'm not going anywhere." she resigned and gave the leg brace another ineffectual jerk. 
	"Something New, he's always coming up with Something New, Handcuffs are never enough for him, he's always got to find me something new to try and the least little thing will catch his interest." This time it had been a movie that they had stumbled on while browsing the channels one evening a couple of weeks ago. It was a poorly done, poorly acted drama about a rich girl married to a sleaze lawyer who had her committed to a mental institution claiming she was a paranoid schizophrenic. There had been several scenes in which the girl was wearing a Straitjacket and he'd said, "Now that looks interesting, how'd you like to try one of those?" "What, a Straitjacket, it doesn't look very secure to me, I could get out of that, and it's not sexy either, in fact it looks, kind of creepy." "Oh, come on now Hon, you said the same thing the first time you saw a single glove but you love yours now." "Yeah, but my glove is leather and it's black and it has those chrome buckles and it smells great, that thing is just white cloth." "Well, how about if I get you one and we'll give it a try, just for,,, you know,,, Something New?"
	It had been at least two weeks since they had discussed a Straitjacket and she had honestly almost forgotten the conversation when he called her at work and suggested they have pizza for dinner. It was a Friday and neither of them were crazy about fighting the crowds so she had eagerly agreed not wanting to get home from work and worry about cooking dinner. "And, I've got a surprise for you." he offered. "A surprise, what kind of surprise?" she'd asked suspiciously. "You'll like it" he'd said, "It's,, Something New." When ever he said that it usually meant there would be a new restraint for her to try. Their basement playroom was slowly filling with his something news and although she didn't really mind, she had to wonder sometimes if he would ever run out of new things to buy or build for her to try. She hoped not, she enjoyed the bondage games, she'd engaged in them to a lesser degree even before they'd met and she knew the games kept their sexual appetite from becoming stale and boring. She and Jeff had been married far longer than some of her friends but who's sex life left much to be desired. In comparison they enjoyed a good romp at least twice a week and sometimes more and she was well aware that the bondage was partly responsible for it. "I wonder what's in store for me tonight?" she asked herself as she was closing her desk for the weekend.
	Jeff met her at the door with a glass of wine after she had pulled into the garage and they kissed a long, Friday night kiss. "Hi, how's your day?" he asked. They went out to the back patio and sat by the pool drinking their wine and talking about the week. Carley could discern that he was a little fidgety and was pretty sure he was eager to get her into what ever he had for her so she drained her glass and offered that she would go upstairs to change clothes while he called for their pizza. "Ok, I'll call then I'll come up and help you slip into something,,,, a little less comfortable." he said. She gave him a knowing grin and kissed him before going inside.
	A few minutes later he walked into their bedroom just as she was reaching behind her back to unfasten her bra. "Maybe you should leave that on." he said as he walked up behind her and encircled her with his arms. She turned within his grasp to face him and asked why. "Because what I have planned for you might be more comfortable with a bra." he answered. "And,, what do you have planned for me?" she questioned as she placed her arms over his shoulders and put her mouth close to his. He kissed her then took her arms down and walked to the closet door. Opening it he reached in and came out with a heavy white canvas looking thing that she immediately recognized and gasped. "Oh my God, that's a real Straitjacket" she reached out to touch the thing in his hands as he opened the back and offered it for her arms to slip into. Jeff watched her eyes as they examined the device that she was about to be confined in. "Here, feel it" he held the jacket out to her and when she felt it's weight she exclaimed, "Holy shit, this thing is heavy, what's it made out of, lead?" "No, just heavy weight canvas, actually it's called duckcloth, I don't know the difference between canvas and this but that's what the catalog called it." he told her. "Jeff, where in the hell did you get a Straitjacket?" he told her that he'd had to order the device from a medical supply house because nobody in town kept them in stock. "That's why it took me two weeks to get one for you, I started looking for one right after we saw that movie. Now you see why I said to keep your bra on, this might chafe your nipples, it's pretty stiff and course. You ready to try it on?" he said, again offering the open back of the restraint out to her. "You crazy nut, how much did this thing cost you?" she asked as she slid her arms into the long closed sleeves. "Don't ask." he said pulling the jacket up onto her shoulders and adjusting it's fit. She stood passively as he began buckling her into his latest toy. There were four straps down the back that he took his time tugging and securing, one at the shoulders, one at her waist and the other two spaced evenly between. With these adjusted and buckled to a snug fit he proceeded to connect the crotch strap to it's waiting buckle. "I didn't know these things had a strap there." she said as he pulled it to a taunt but comfortable fit over the crotch of her jeans. "That's to keep you from pulling it up." he told her as he then began the task of securing her sleeves through their respective straps and finally joining them behind her back. She watched all this in the full-length dressing mirror and when he was finished he stepped back and let her explore the feeling for a few seconds before he took her cocooned form in his arms and hugged her close to him. "You look cute as hell in that, I hope you like it."
"It sure fits tighter than the one we saw in the movie, I didn't expect it would fit me like this." she confessed as she pulled experimentally against the jackets hold on her crossed arms. "You might think it's cute but I feel pretty weird wearing something made for insane people." "It's not just for that," he told her, "They use Straitjackets for other reasons than just people with head problems, now come on, let's go downstairs." With that he took hold of Carley's captive arm and ushered her out of the bedroom towards the stairs leading down to the first floor. When they reached the kitchen he walked her over to the back door leading out to the rear pool deck and peered out "Let's go out back and wait for the pizza guy." he suggested. "What, are you nuts, Jeff, you can't take me out there like this, some one might see me in this thing!" "Carley, nobody can see onto our patio, you know that, the only people that could see you would be in an airplane and I don't expect any planes are going to be flying over low enough for them to tell you're in a Straitjacket." he continued to propel her towards the back door. "Jeff, nooooo." she tried to pull back but was quickly discovering that the restraint she was now securely confined in had a definite effect on her sense of balance. With her arms wrapped so close around her torso she could not use them to counter any pull forward and short of sitting down on the floor could not keep him from hauling her out the door he'd just reached and opened. 
	Carley enjoyed their games, never failed to participate when he suggested them and often initiated a session herself but there was still one aspect she was hesitant to get into and that was outdoor bondage. She had let him Handcuff her and use a transport Chain around her waist on several occasions when they had been on a driving vacation but that was different than being in a place where there was the possibility that somebody might actually see her wearing restraints. Jeff knew this and seldom missed the opportunity to tease her by threatening to expose her to curious eyes while she was cuffed or strapped into one of their numerous devices or positions. Knowing she had little options she finally relinquished and cautiously followed him out the door and onto the patio deck. Her eyes flicked around watching for the slightest evidence that there was someone within seeing distance then quickly took a seat in one of the patio chairs facing away from the secluded back yard. 
	"I'm going in to refill our wines, just sit tight,,,, no pun intended." he teased. "Jeff, damit, don't leave me out here like this,,, come on get me out of this thing." Jeff just grinned at her and walked in the door, Carley twisted her captive arms around her middle succeeding only in convincing her more that she probably wasn't going to be able to escape his newest device. While he was gone she scooted her chair up close to the round glass table hoping to further hide her condition to anyone that might happen to stroll past their back yard in the wooded area just outside their fence. Rarely did they see anyone back there but occasionally there would be kids that would explore the woods and walk near the fence and Carley certainly didn't want some rug-rat to see her strapped in this crazy thing. She kept turning her head from side to side in a constant vigil to make sure she was still alone as she waited impatiently for her husband to return. While she sat there she looked down at the front of the jacket and in particular at the wide band of thick webbing strap that passed between her legs. Any tug upwards with her arms caused the crotch strap to tighten, applying pressure to her mound and actually feeling sort of nice. She purposely pulled up at her crossed arms and made a little sound of pleasure as the action produced a warm stimulation on that most sensitive area."This might not be too bad after all." she whispered to herself as she repeated the movement. 
	Jeff chose that instant to come back bringing with him two fresh glasses of wine. He sat a chilled glass of Chardonnay down in front of her and said, "There ya go lover, enjoy."
	"Asshole," came her response, "I can't drink, I can't do anything with this thing on." she looked down at her captive arms then up at the frosty glass longingly. "Well how are you going to eat pizza then?" he asked casually as he raised his own glass to his lips and gave her a knowing look over its rim. "Jeff," she began to shake her head," don't even think about it, you're not going to make me do that again." There was a grin on her face that belied her words, as she quickly recalled the first night he'd introduced her to the single glove and had ordered pizza and made her eat without her hands. She'd had to kneel on the floor with her leather bound arms outstretched behind her for balance and lean down to reach her dinner, chewing off bites and smearing sauce and cheese all over her face in the process. It had been a deliciously humiliating experience and one that he had never repeated despite occasional threats. Now there was a very good chance, judging from his last statement, that she would again find herself eating without the help of her hands.
	It was at that moment that the doorbell chimed, she jumped and he put down his glass and stood, "Looks like dinner is here Sweetie, would you prefer to eat out here or inside.?" "Jeffffff." came her mournful reply. Her husband grinned and went to answer the door leaving her to fight the jacket again and give herself a few more little tugs at the crotch strap.
	It was indeed a repeat of the single glove episode, she had to kneel on the floor, sitting on her lower legs and bending over to reach her plate that he's placed in front of her. Unlike wearing the glove however Carley didn't have her arms to hold out behind her for balance and once she actually lost it and fell face first into her pizza which produced a howl of laughter from her husband and because her crossed arms had absorbed most of the fall's impact, she'd suffered only insult to her dignity as she felt the gooey mess on her face and in her hair. Jeff had cleaned her up when she'd said she'd had enough to eat and told her it was time she spent some time alone. "And, you've got another surprise waiting downstairs." he'd added, "What is it?" she'd queried as he led her toward the basement steps. "Oh, Something New." came his answer.
	When they reached the playroom located in the basement of their big, French country style home, he'd told her to have a seat on the floor and had gone to the stand-up wardrobe where they stored most of their bondage equipment and came back to her with two objects that she was all too familiar with. The first was a ball gag, their oldest and her favorite because of its size and soft resiliency. The ball was slightly larger than several others they had but it was soft and spongy and although filled her mouth to capacity did so with a comfort that just wasn't there with some of the smaller but firmer balls. Carley also knew that this old gag kept her very quiet but she didn't protest when he placed it near her lips and she opened her mouth willfully to except it's bulging circumference. With the gag now firmly implanted within her he proceeded to wrap a black leather blinder around her head and buckle it tightly enough to block out all light . He didn't have to apply it too snuggly, he'd chosen the one with the lamb's wool eye pads that was comfortable and very effective at keeping her in the dark. She made a questioning sound from behind her ball, obviously wanting to know why he wanted her blind to what he was going to do next. He didn't offer much in response except to tell her to be patient and he would take her blinder off in a few minutes.
	Without the benefit of eyesight, her ears were called upon to try and distinguish what he was doing. She heard him walk softly across the carpet back to the wardrobe and then return to her and then felt his hand on her right ankle. He began putting something around it and she didn't have any trouble deciding it was some kind of cuff, probably leather by it's feel. He went next to the area just below her knee then to just above it and finally she felt him closing a similar device to the other three around her thigh, high, up near her hip. She really had no idea what he had just put on her but she was aware of its weight. Carley made her questioning "hummph?" sound again and he answered, "Ok all done, how's that feel?" She moved her leg, alternating bending then straightening it and cocked her head and made a shoulder shrugging movement that was somewhat hampered by her jacket and accompanied by another question through the barrier of the ball gag. Suddenly her world was bathed in light again as he removed the blinder and watched as she blinked in the sudden light then looked down at her right leg.
	"Now what in the hell is that?" she silently questioned as she examined the flat bar of polished steel that ran the length of her leg from the hip to her ankle. There were four broad leather cuffs,  like the Humane Restraint hospital cuffs that she was very familiar with but the ones now linking that steel strap to her leg had what appeared to be locking buckles that would prevent the wearer from removing the thing without the proper key. With her ability to bend her leg freely she couldn't understand how this thing could restrain her in any way. It was just there and didn't prevent her from doing anything. "Snuooomph???" she questioned. "So, let me see you stand up." came his reply as he stood, arms crossed watching her as she rolled onto her side, folded her legs under her and pushed up into a standing position. Carley stood in front of him triumphantly and said something that he was able to decipher as meaning, "Back to the drawing board." "I don't think so," he said, get back down there and let's try that again. She gave him an exasperated glare and moaned but did as she was told and carefully got herself back down into a sitting position at his feet. This time he knelt next to her and from his pocket produced a strange, 'T' handled key which he inserted into a hole she hadn't noticed at first in the center of the swiveling knee joint of the leg brace. He prompted her to straighten her leg and helped by pressing down gently on her kneecap. When he was satisfied with her leg's position he gave the key a half turn then removed it and quickly stood again. "Ok smarty, let me see you stand up now." 
	Carley grunted with frustration and panted as much as a girl with a ball gag strapped in her mouth can pant. Her hair, wet with perspiration was stuck to her face and neck and she could feel the sweat running down her sides from her armpits still firmly encased in the Straitjacket. That damn leg brace locked on her right leg wouldn't budge and also wouldn't allow her to bend her leg which made it virtually impossible to get to her feet. She'd rolled around and flopped on the thick carpet of the playroom floor for nearly an hour and she was near exhaustion from her struggles with the two newest devices to be added to their ever growing collection of restraints and bondage toys. Finally Jeff came down and asked if she'd had enough. She weakly resigned to the fact that she wasn't going to get out of the Straitjacket and the leg brace would effectively keep her on the floor at his feet for as long as he kept it locked on her. He knelt next to her and unlocked the knee joint allowing her to finally bend her leg again and helped her stand. Carley swooned with relief as she felt him begin to unbuckle the straps of the jacket and when it fell free of her shoulders it was one of the sweetest feelings she had ever felt. He let her take the gag out and wiped away the torrent of dammed up saliva that had been oozing down her chin for the last hour. "So are you ready to call it a night?" he asked. She took a step towards him and the leg brace clicked its accompaniment to her movement. She put her arms over his shoulders and looked down at the brace and moved her leg. "What about this thing?" she asked at it's sound.
"Well, I think that stays on for awhile, I sort of like that noise it makes ,,, it's,,,, Something New." He took her by the hand and together they climbed the stairs to their bedroom, Carley's new leg brace clicking merrily with every step.