Straitjamas (M/F)

[Sablesword]

Like most women in the early 1970s, Jeanette Amy had two first names. That made up for the lack of a surname resulting from universal female enslavement, a global movement instituted half a century earlier. She was also a student at the Lindenwood Finishing Estate, where today’s practical lab would involve being secured in straitjamas. She and the other eleven young women in the class waited, hobble-heels removed and dressed for the lab in bright straitjamas chosen with the sophomoric taste to be expected from a group of twenty-year olds. Amy’s straitjamas, for example was pink with heavy gold trim, while her friend Karen wore a neon blue set spangled with white and black flowers.

“Slave women are meant to be bound,” Karen said, parroting a commonplace observation.

Old Professora Eva entered, stepping with slow dignity as she had kept on her hobble-heels. Following her were the four keyboys who would actually secure the straitjamas worn by the female slave-students. Amy hoped the Professora wouldn’t lecture today, but instead would stick to the role of chaperone, ensuring that everything stayed proper. The Professora’s lectures were interesting – most of the time anyway – but Amy preferred to listen to them in the classroom, rather than in the lab.

Three of the four keyboys were young gentlemen of the same age as the young slave women they were to secure. The fourth was old Mr. Reyes, a sweet man, but very much not a sharp-minded one. Which was why he still worked as a keyboy for Lindenwood, despite being nearly forty.

By some combination of the luck of the draw and the whim of the Professora, Amy found herself in the trio to be secured by Mr. Reyes, along with Karen and Terry. Amy felt both relieved and disappointed at this. Being assigned to one of the younger men would have been more distracting as well as more interesting, and Amy wanted to get a good grade in this lecture-and-lab class.

Mr. Reyes gave the trio his usual sweet and avuncular smile and laid out a bundle of laces, each tipped with a black ‘crowfly’ aiguillette. Amy knew that each crowfly had a psi-metal core, and that this was what made straitjamas into a practical means of restraint. However, she didn’t understand the psychic theory behind how they worked. That was something she left to the brainy people.

The first order of business was to connect the tops and bottoms of each slave woman’s straitjamas. At Mr. Reyes’ touch, the crowfly-tipped lace slipped through the alternating loops of Karen’s blue top and bottom with paranormal ease, and then self-knotted to secure the two halves. Amy and Terry likewise had their straitjama tops and bottoms quickly stitched together.

Another lace stitched the straitjama legs together. The three captives sat on a bench as more laces threaded more loops, spiraling around each pair of legs to reduce the amount of slack. With their hands still free, Amy and the two other slave women could have undone the laces securing their legs in their straitjamas – but their hands weren’t going to remain free.

Two more laces secured the upper arms to the sides of Amy’s pink-and-gold straitjamas, running through the alternating loops there. Amy then watched as Mr. Reyes secured Karen’s and Terry’s upper arms as well. The lower arms would come next, as Mr. Reyes picked up another straitjama lace.

Karen and Terry folded their arms in front, and again the laces ran through the straitjama loops with paranormal ease, securing those arms. Amy, at the last moment, chose to fold her arms behind her back, and felt the laces secure them at the touch of Mr. Reyes.

This left the three captives unable to get loose without help.

It was the first time that Amy had been completely secured in her straitjamas, and she felt surprised at how restrictive it felt. Her previous trials with partial straitjama ties hadn’t prepared her nearly as well as she believed they would. Karen felt the same – she said so, at length. Terry nodded agreement and Amy added an occasional word of her own. Mr. Reyes stood back, watching with appreciation as the three young slave women sat and occasionally twisted their bare feet, well-secured in their gaudily-colored straitjamas.

“Mr. Reyes,” the Professora said.

Mr. Reyes started, looked at her, and then turned back to his captives to touch their collars one by one. The touch reminded Amy that yes, she was wearing a slave collar, and yes, she was an owned slave woman as well as a bound captive. Currently, her legal owner was the Lindenwood Finishing Estate, but when she graduated, she’d be sold to a real master, one who would be much more intimate about binding her.

“Slave women are meant to be bound,” Karen repeated her earlier observation.

Terry turned her head – which was close to the limit of what her straitjamas allowed. “But do we really enjoy it, or is the Collective Unconscious just making us feel that we’re enjoying it?”

“You’re enjoying it,” Karen said. “I’m not a bond witch, but I don’t need to be one to sense that.”

“So are you,” Terry retorted. “Enjoying it, I mean.”

Amy put in, “But Karen isn’t trying to hide it behind that Spiritualist philosophy.”

The other slave women in the room were also chattering, as they sat bound in their straitjamas. The three other keyboys were discussing something with the Professora. Two of the female slave-students joined in. The Professora frowned, said something, listened to the answer, and finally, reluctantly, nodded.

“We will take a short digression,” the Professora announced, “before demonstrating a few of the variations possible with the straitjamas you are wearing.” She turned to the four keyboys. “Gentlemen, thumb- and toe-ties, if I may beg you to do so.”

Amy felt a spurt of excitement. She didn’t object to thumb and toe ties – not at all. But it wasn’t any wonder that Professora Eva had frowned. This was right at the edge of what the Lindenwood Finishing Estate would consider ‘proper.’

After that, well, there was whatever other straitjama variations Professora Eva had in mind. And next week the Professora had scheduled a lecture-and-lab lesson on barefoot hobbles.

(end)

Author's Note: A short piece set in my Demancipation alternate-history timeline.

[GreyLord]

Very enjoyable.