Fun in an Improvised Straitjacket (F/Self)
Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2025 12:11 am
It must have been early afternoon when my family called me down to let me know they were leaving for several hours. Betraying no excitement, I nodded, said goodbye, and started eagerly planning the session that was to follow.
Growing up without access to rope and other traditional restraints forced me to improvise a lot when tying myself up, and this would be no exception, especially as I wanted to do something different this time. The idea was to take a piece of clothing with long sleeves — I think it was a hoodie — and secure the ends of the sleeves around the front in kind of a cross shape, with the left sleeve being secured to the lower right, and the right sleeve to the lower left. That way, when I slipped my arms into them, they would hopefully get stuck, much like a straitjacket. I pulled out some old spare clothes, including such a hoodie, and got to work right away.
As a kind of first test, I tied the arms of the hoodie together in the front, leaving a lot of slack, and put it on. Despite being very loose, it took some effort to get my arms in, but after that, I was excited to learn that it was quite comfortable and had the potential to be very secure.
I pulled my arms out with annoyingly little resistance and further tightened the sleeves. I did this by tying the ends of both sleeves to an intermediate rope-like thing (I think it was a cloth belt?) and wrapping that around my body a few times. This brought out a lot of the slack and hopefully made the straitjacket much tighter, as well as forcing the sleeves into the desired cross shape. I put it on again.
It was predictably much harder to wear it this time; it actually took me a bit to feel around for the arm holes (it's hard to see inside clothes when you're wearing them), and when I did it took a great effort to slip my arms in. To my relief, they did eventually fit, and I then found myself in a reasonably tighter homemade straitjacket. I started to struggle against it before realizing that it was quite a bit easier to get out than it was to get in. Clearly I hadn't made it tight enough. I pulled my arms out and brought the sleeves even further around.
Before I attempted to put this thing on again, I figured I might tie my legs as well in case this ended up being the time the straitjacket worked. I quickly grabbed two other pieces of long-sleeved clothing and frogtied myself before trying one final time to slip my arms into security.
It took a while this time. The arm openings were even harder to get into, and even once I found them, getting my arms all the way through was no easy task. I began to worry that once I got in, I wouldn't be able to get out, and even after confirming that I could still slip my arms out, I couldn't help but panic a little as I was forcing my way into the straitjacket. The fire in me burned brightly enough, though, that I didn't back out.
It must have taken several minutes, pushing my arms through the sleeves, bit by bit, afraid that I'd get stuck, and even more afraid that I wouldn't. Once I was almost done, it started to get to me — after all, I had never done this before, and anything could happen. I felt my elbows pushing over some seam in the sleeves. They must be close now. What if I can't pull them back? I could already be stuck and not even know it. But I kept going, scared the whole way, knowing what could happen... Oh God... oh god oh god oh god oh god—
And then it was done, and my fears vanished in an instant.
It felt SO comfortable.
And (though I was never actually stuck) it felt SO secure.
It's hard to really describe the feeling of bliss that washed over me when I got myself completely inside. If you've been in a similar situation, you probably know what I'm talking about.
I tested my restraints, pulling on them any way I could think of, and unless I directly grabbed the sleeves to pull my arms out, I was absolutely helpless. Satisfied, I gave in completely and struggled as hard as I could, rolling and thrashing about my bed in pure ecstasy. Both the straitjacket and the frogtie — which ended up complementing it really well — were absolutely unyielding while allowing me enough mobility to put up a good show. I fought my bindings until I was exhausted, after which I just laid on my bed, a self-made prisoner, feeling perfectly complete.
Eventually, though, it was time to get out. It turned out that my improvised straitjacket wanted me to stay tied up just as badly as I did, because it took a LOT of work to pull myself out. I had to do it bit by bit, just like getting into it, and I admit I did panic again when it offered so much resistance. One final, adrenaline-fueled struggle later, I got myself out of my bonds, untied everything, took a shower, and went on with my day.
Growing up without access to rope and other traditional restraints forced me to improvise a lot when tying myself up, and this would be no exception, especially as I wanted to do something different this time. The idea was to take a piece of clothing with long sleeves — I think it was a hoodie — and secure the ends of the sleeves around the front in kind of a cross shape, with the left sleeve being secured to the lower right, and the right sleeve to the lower left. That way, when I slipped my arms into them, they would hopefully get stuck, much like a straitjacket. I pulled out some old spare clothes, including such a hoodie, and got to work right away.
As a kind of first test, I tied the arms of the hoodie together in the front, leaving a lot of slack, and put it on. Despite being very loose, it took some effort to get my arms in, but after that, I was excited to learn that it was quite comfortable and had the potential to be very secure.
I pulled my arms out with annoyingly little resistance and further tightened the sleeves. I did this by tying the ends of both sleeves to an intermediate rope-like thing (I think it was a cloth belt?) and wrapping that around my body a few times. This brought out a lot of the slack and hopefully made the straitjacket much tighter, as well as forcing the sleeves into the desired cross shape. I put it on again.
It was predictably much harder to wear it this time; it actually took me a bit to feel around for the arm holes (it's hard to see inside clothes when you're wearing them), and when I did it took a great effort to slip my arms in. To my relief, they did eventually fit, and I then found myself in a reasonably tighter homemade straitjacket. I started to struggle against it before realizing that it was quite a bit easier to get out than it was to get in. Clearly I hadn't made it tight enough. I pulled my arms out and brought the sleeves even further around.
Before I attempted to put this thing on again, I figured I might tie my legs as well in case this ended up being the time the straitjacket worked. I quickly grabbed two other pieces of long-sleeved clothing and frogtied myself before trying one final time to slip my arms into security.
It took a while this time. The arm openings were even harder to get into, and even once I found them, getting my arms all the way through was no easy task. I began to worry that once I got in, I wouldn't be able to get out, and even after confirming that I could still slip my arms out, I couldn't help but panic a little as I was forcing my way into the straitjacket. The fire in me burned brightly enough, though, that I didn't back out.
It must have taken several minutes, pushing my arms through the sleeves, bit by bit, afraid that I'd get stuck, and even more afraid that I wouldn't. Once I was almost done, it started to get to me — after all, I had never done this before, and anything could happen. I felt my elbows pushing over some seam in the sleeves. They must be close now. What if I can't pull them back? I could already be stuck and not even know it. But I kept going, scared the whole way, knowing what could happen... Oh God... oh god oh god oh god oh god—
And then it was done, and my fears vanished in an instant.
It felt SO comfortable.
And (though I was never actually stuck) it felt SO secure.
It's hard to really describe the feeling of bliss that washed over me when I got myself completely inside. If you've been in a similar situation, you probably know what I'm talking about.
I tested my restraints, pulling on them any way I could think of, and unless I directly grabbed the sleeves to pull my arms out, I was absolutely helpless. Satisfied, I gave in completely and struggled as hard as I could, rolling and thrashing about my bed in pure ecstasy. Both the straitjacket and the frogtie — which ended up complementing it really well — were absolutely unyielding while allowing me enough mobility to put up a good show. I fought my bindings until I was exhausted, after which I just laid on my bed, a self-made prisoner, feeling perfectly complete.
Eventually, though, it was time to get out. It turned out that my improvised straitjacket wanted me to stay tied up just as badly as I did, because it took a LOT of work to pull myself out. I had to do it bit by bit, just like getting into it, and I admit I did panic again when it offered so much resistance. One final, adrenaline-fueled struggle later, I got myself out of my bonds, untied everything, took a shower, and went on with my day.