The Jacket
  
 Hello, my name is John Dailey and I want to share an experience that has just happened to me. It has totally transformed my attitude towards girls, especially towards my girlfriend Rebecca. I was what you’d describe as a typical male, insensitive, boisterous and enjoyed going out with the lads. Football, partying and generally having a carefree good time described my life. Rebecca had to fit around this lifestyle. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t the kind to go out with a different girl every few weeks.  I’ve been seeing Rebecca consistently now for just over two years, but we’ve known each other since our schooldays. I thought I  loved her, in fact I was sure of it. What I didn’t realise was just how much I’d been taking her for granted. I don’t think my  attitude would have changed if it wasn’t for what she’s just done a fortnight ago. What I’ve been through has scared me yet I now  feel a close intimacy and respect for Rebecca.
  
 Let me explain what has happened. I’d booked a couple of weeks off work. I’d not planned to go anywhere in particular, just  spend time with the lads, especially as the new football season had got underway. I’d not thought much about spending quality  time with Rebecca. Maybe we’d go out for a meal one night and I’d allow her to come out with the lads a few times. Beyond that, I’d not thought much about her really. I now realise just how hurtful I’ve been towards me. She really loves me and I’d been a  selfish jerk towards her all this time. She rang on the Friday night at six just as my holiday was about to start. After a few  pleasant formalities, she asked what my plans for the next couple of weeks were. I shared a few ideas not really thinking about  her in the plans. She sounded upset. She asked what my plans were for that night. I replied that I was going downtown with a few  friends. She wanted to know what time I was going out so I replied around eight o’clock. Sensing that she was upset, I asked if she  wanted to come along. She declined saying she was sick of being second to my mates. She said that she’d see me later and hung up.  I never thought much more about that telephone conversation that early evening as I got ready to go out. I’d handle things much  differently now with hindsight.
  
 I’d initiated a course of action that was going to instil fear and respect but I was unaware of what I’d started until later that  night. I had just come out of the shower and was starting to get dressed when the doorbell rang. It was only seven. "Sure they  can’t be here already?" I said to myself as I peered out of the window. I expected to see several grinning faces but instead I could  only see Rebecca  standing outside my door. Thinking that she might be still upset after calling, I went downstairs dressed only in my boxers. I  opened the door and to my surprise, her friend Gina was with her. I immediately became aware of my almost naked appearance  and blushed embarrassed. "Aren’t you going to invite us in?" Rebecca asked with a serious look on her face. "Er.. Yes of course,  come in," I replied. I backed slowly up conscious of covering the slit in my boxers. Rebecca came in first. Gina followed and shut  the door behind her. I heard the lock being turned and the clanging of keys as they were removed.
  
 "Aren’t you going to get changed?" Rebecca asked noticing my embarrassment. "Er..Yes, of course," I exclaimed aware that I was  blushing. I was standing now at the bottom of the landing and I made a dash upstairs. I was surprised to hear Rebecca’s footsteps  following me but totally shocked to hear the second pair of Ginas. As I entered my bedroom and walked towards my chest of  drawers to pull out a pair of jeans, both girls followed me in. I turned around about to enquire what was the matter when I  noticed the serious look on both their faces. I was speechless with curiosity. The silence only lasting a few seconds seemed to  last forever. It was finally broken by Rebecca. "You really hurt me tonight!" she said looking quite troubled with a trembling  voice. "What do you mean?" I innocently replied. Gina more agitated than Rebecca burst out, "You are so insensitive! Don’t you  care for her at all?" "Yeh, of course I do," I answered with indignation. Rebecca was now almost crying. "I want to spend time  with you," she sobbed. "You can still came with us lads tonight," I said with genuine sympathy.
  
 This last remark sealed me fate. If I’d shown what I now know to be true, unselfish concern for her at that moment, I believe the  outcome of that Friday night would have been much different. However, I didn’t and that was my big mistake. Rebecca’s attitude  suddenly changed. She stopped sobbing and stood upright. Her voice became harsh and  threatening. "All you can think about is those m.a.t.e.s of yours, do you ever want to spend real time with me?" I remained  silent. Feeling justified for her reactions she continued, "You will spend time thinking about me tonight, all night." Thoughts of  excitement began to run through my mind which were interrupted by a shocking remark by Gina. "Have you just been to the  toilet?" she asked. Stunned, I replied, "Yes, just before you came." "Excellent!" she exclaimed with a slight grin. Before I could  question her, Rebecca interrupted, "Tonight John, you’re not going out. Instead, you are staying in with me." "The lads will be  here in an hour," I replied. Rebecca smiled. "Perhaps you didn’t hear me. You are staying right here." I was puzzled and Rebecca  replied to my frowning appearance. "Let me explain," she said whilst gesturing to Gina. Gina placed a sports bag on the bed  which only now I fully noticed. As she unzipped it, Rebecca proudly commented, "This is what tonight is all about." As I looked  down towards the bag, Gina reached in and started to pull out what at first looked like a large white canvas bag. As more of it was  revealed, it took on the shape of a jacket. The extracting jacket was accompanied by a slight clanging sound. I looked more  closely and noticed several straps and buckles. Then it suddenly dawned on me, this wasn’t just a normal jacket, it was a  Straitjacket!!
  
 I looked down at the jacket with a look of horror and amazement. Gina was grinning wickedly at me. Rebecca placed her arm on  my shoulder and spoke into my ear. "What do you think of your little present?" I was speechless. "Er.. Very nice!" I foolishly  muttered. "Oh you like it!" Rebecca exclaimed with genuine excitement. I didn’t know what to think. I’d never seen a  Straitjacket except on T.V before. I’d never played bondage games with Rebecca previously but the jacket seemed appealing. If  Rebecca had been in a better mood and if Gina whom I didn’t trust wasn’t there, looking back, I’m sure I would have let Rebecca  put the Straitjacket on me voluntarily.
  
 Instead, to calm me fears I asked, "Why have you brought that?" Gina laughed. "Why do you think? Seeming you can’t stop going  out with those friends instead of spending some time with Rebecca here, we thought that you’d need some gentle persuasion. The  Straitjacket I believe will provide more than adequate persuasion. Shame it’s had to come down to this though." The jacket had  certainly persuaded me to re- think the night’s plans. "Okay, what do you want me to do?" I said, eager to end their little game.  "Well Paul, I want you to hold out your arms in front of you please," answered Rebecca. As if I would! I laughed loudly, "No, I  don’t think so." Gina glared at me, "You can do this the easy way or the hard way." "I’m not going in that Straitjacket and there’s  no way you can make me either!" I shouted. "Okay, have it your way," Gina said with annoyance, "Ready Rebecca?" I caught her  giving a nod in acknowledgement out of the corner of my eye.
  
 Gina thrust her right leg out. I tensed my body in anticipation of being kicked. However, the point of her shoes never touched  me. Instead, I felt the palm of Rebecca’s hand pushing on my back. Aided with my tensed pose, I tripped over Gina’s foot and  landed on the bed, right on top of the Straitjacket. The entire process took less than a couple of seconds. The girls didn’t give up  their swift actions. Before I hardly had time to realise what had happened, the girls pounced on top of me. I yelled in agony as  Gina landed across my shoulder blades whilst Gina sat on my buttocks. I could hardly breathe with the weight of the girls on top  of me. I angrily cried out, "Get off me now!" and began thrashing my body about, trying to shake the two girls off. Gina had  grabbed both my arms at the wrists and forced them wide apart. I continued to struggle, thrashing my legs about wildly.
  
 "Get his legs tied!," Gina yelled to Rebecca. Rebecca reached into the sports bag and pulled out what must been some form of belt.  She put the belt around both legs and pulled tightly. The result was to bind both my legs together at the ankles. I still was able to
 move my legs, but now bound together, they offered less threat. Gina continued to command her well thought out plan of action.  "Quickly, grab his left wrist," she said. Rebecca got hold with both hands as Gina grabbed the other also now with both hands.  The girls seemed to just hold me there, albeit with some difficulty for a minute or so. I thought their plan was unravelling.  What they were really doing was quite cunning. With their weight on top and my fierce struggling, I was becoming extremely  tired, just as a fish struggles and tires itself out before it is reeled in. It was not very long before I became hot and tired. My arms felt heavy like lead and after two minutes of struggling in vain, I concluded that I would have to wait for the girls to make their next move.
  
 Realising that they didn’t need to struggle as much to hold me  down, phase two commenced. Rebecca started by twisting my right arm and I cried out in pain. The fatigue in my arms only  added to the agony. After ten seconds of torture, she suddenly stopped twisting. I relaxed my arm in relief. Detecting that I’d let  my guard down, Rebecca pushed my arm inwards and aimed it into the Straitjacket sleeve. She kept a firm hold of my wrist with  one hand around the outside of the sleeve, whilst with the other she push my arm down the sleeve, first at the elbow and then the  top of my shoulder. I didn’t let her do this with out a fight, you must understand this. For the first time, I felt really frightened  at the prospect that I might end up in the  Straitjacket. Content that my arm was far enough down the sleeve, she grabbed it again with both hands at the wrist. Gina  repeated the operation with the other arm. I just couldn’t fight them anymore so I pleaded, "Please..Please, stop it! You’re  hurting me." The girls ignored my sobs.
  
 Rebecca repositioned herself and took hold of both arms as Gina slid down my back and onto my thighs. As I used what strength  was left to thrash my torso, Gina grabbed the straps and jacket that had been trapped under me. She commenced to fasten the  five straps at the back starting with the one across my chest. A minute later and they were done, not tight by any means, quite  slack in fact but I could now felt the canvas enclosed around my body.