Straitjacket Discovery [M/F]

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"You have a straitjacket?!"

The incredulous feminine voice emanated from my closet, unsurprising since that's where my friend Ashley had rushed into while searching for some camera accessory I told her might be in there.

We met when I moved into the apartment building a couple months ago. I was new in town, moving across the state for a new job as a psychologist with one of the local hospitals.
"Max, why do you have a straitjacket?!" Ashley popped her head out from behind the closet door and stared at me. I continued to casually sit on my bed, putting down my phone to look at her.

"It was a gift, actually. After I did my clinical rotation at the state hospital, the staff there bought it for me as a going away present. They said 'it was for the provider most likely to be a patient here.'" I was only mildly offended at the time, my reaction tempered by the secret that I would actually relish using that jacket for my private bondage escapades.

"I didn't think hospitals used these anymore. Aren't they barbaric?" She asked, forgetting whatever it was that had brought her rummaging through my closet in the first place.

I explained, "You're right, they're not used anymore, and for a long time have been considered inhumane. A lot of that came from misuse from poorly trained or untrained staff who were working in overcrowded, dangerous facilities. They used to keep patients in them nearly permanently as a way to make up for not having enough attendants to monitor all their patients. It was a dark time in psychology."

Ashley disappeared back into the closet, coming out holding the jacket on its hanger. She ran her hands over it inquisitively. "Is it real? Did some poor soul spend their whole life in this thing? That's macabre."

"No, thankfully not. I asked the same thing myself. Apparently it's a modern production and unworn by anyone."

She gave me a look of shock. "Unworn? You mean YOU haven't even tried it on?"

I smiled, and fibbed "Oh, the staff cajoled me into putting it on for a picture on my last day, but it's mostly hung up in there as a memento ever since." While Ashley and I were good friends, I hadn't opened up to her about my passion for bondage. It was a topic I thought best reserved for romantic partners. I didn't want to ruin our friendship by having her start to look at me as some kind of freak.

She kept staring at the canvas in her hands, her fascination reaching a point beyond idle curiosity or shock. Finally, I took a risk and asked, "Do you want to try it on?"

She looked up, snapped out of her reverie by the sound of my voice. It was as though she'd forgotten I was in the room. "Oh! Um... would it even fit me? I mean, they got it for you, so it's for someone your size, right?"

It was true. I had a nearly a hundred pounds and six inches in height on Ashley. While she was slim and athletic, I was broader and had what I've heard charitably described as a "farmer's body." At least I was able to hide some of the extra weight on a six foot frame, while Ashley's 130 or so pounds looked perfectly proportioned and chiseled out of marble on her five foot six height. She taught yoga and spin class part time, and it showed.

I ate Ben and Jerry's, and it showed, too.

"It might be a bit loose on you, but there's a lot of slack in the straps so it could probably be tightened enough to give you a reasonable facsimile of the sensation of wearing one." Again, I withheld the fact that I'd seen other people of her height wear my jacket, and I had a couple tricks up my sleeve to make it sufficiently inescapable, at least for a novice wearer.
She looked at it again with the same fascinated expression, before turning back to me and authoritatively announcing "sure!"

Ashley was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, so she wouldn't have any difficulty fitting the jacket over her current outfit. I took the hanger from her and told her to hold out her arms while I straightened out the jacket in front of her. Once her arms were aligned with the openings and I had the excess straps out of the way, I pulled the jacket up to her neck and wrapped the body of the jacket around her back.

Starting at the base of her neck, I threaded the first strap through its accompanying buckle, taking the slack out of it until it could go no further. Unmodified, the jacket would be pretty loose on her, but I'd fix that in due time. I continued with the remaining three buckles down her back, before returning to the top strap, reversing it back through the buckle, and pulling all the slack out, effectively locking the strap in place. I repeated the steps with the rest of the straps and buckles, then took a step back.

Ashley looked down at herself and flapped her arms experimentally, shaking her body back and forth to see how much play the jacket had. "Hey, I still see buckles undone and my arms are still free. I want the full experience, don't stop now!"

"I just stopped to explain that the next strap goes between your legs, and I wanted to get your permission before i reached down there."

She gave me a playful dirty look and said, "Don't lie, you're looking forward to the opportunity to get your hands between my legs!"

I smiled and held my hands in front of me in mock surrender. "Hey, I never said I wasn't enjoying the prospect, but I wasn't going to do it without telling you and asking you first."

She smiled and turned back around, planting her legs about a foot wider than shoulder width apart. She looked back over her shoulder at me and said "go ahead."

Wasting no time, I reached between her legs and grabbed the dangling crotch strap. I threaded it through the buckle and took out the slack. Ashley started to smugly announce "That wasn't so ba-" but was cut off when I lifted up to take out the remaining slack, and went back through the buckle to lock off the strap.

Ashley shook her butt again, testing the more limited movement of the jacket. "Ok, quit stalling, do my arms now!" Never one to turn down an invitation, I threaded her arms through the vertical strap on the front of the jacket and brought the sleeves behind her back. I threaded the strap at the end of one sleeve through the buckle on the opposite sleeve, took hold of Ashley's shoulder, and pulled firmly.

Doing so removed most of the remaining slack from the arms and significantly tightened up the rest of the jacket. There were a few more inches in the arm strap the I could pull through the buckle, so I readjusted my hand position and slowly inched the remainder through the buckle until I reached the opposite sleeve. With that accomplished, I pulled the strap back through the buckle, and the jacket was fully tightened on according to manufacturer specifications.

Ashley tugged with her arms, but the tightness of the sleeves had her wrists pinned parallel against her body so that if you looked at her in profile, you could only see one wrist. Her elbows were stacked one atop the other in a straight line up the center of her chest. Even so, I knew that the relative slack of the other straps would mean she could potentially get out if she knew what to focus on and concentrated with her struggles.

She wasn't trying to get out, and her struggles were far from concentrated. Ashley was clearly having a blast wearing the jacket, and was thrashing back and forth like she was in a mosh pit, trying to throw elbows at everyone around her. Her auburn hair was falling in her face, but I could still see a big smile behind the unintentional bangs she'd given herself.
I reached out to brush the hair from her eyes. "Having fun? You want out yet?" I was enjoying the show, but didn't want to appear too eager at the sight of her in bondage, even if it was of her own demand and she was also enjoying it.

"You'll have to catch me first!" She playfully announced as she ran to the other side of my bed. I smiled and stood my ground, not chasing after her. She juked back and forth like she was going to try and make a break for the door behind me and run into the rest of the apartment. I stayed still until she committed to a direction, then lunged out and grabbed one of the trailing straps behind her.

She'd probably expected me to try and bear hug or tackle her, and had clearly forgotten about the straps that were streaming behind her. I had hold on the strap going around her torso, and with a quick tug her balance was thrown off and her momentum changed. She started to stumble, and it was at that point that I reached out with my other arm and hugged her upright, holding her with both hands as she laughed and playfully tried to get away.

"You know, if you keep this up, I'll have to add other restraints to show you how to keep a flight risk like you from hurting yourself." I kept the smile on my face as I said this, both because I was enjoying myself and because I didn't want that statement to come off as a threat.

"What, have you been holding out on me with more restraints? Whip them out! I wanna see myself in a full Hannibal Lecter cosplay!" I grinned back at her, hoping that what she was saying was more than just banter, and that I'd discovered an as yet undisclosed mutual passion of ours.

"Unfortunately, I don't have a hand truck or bite mask for the proper Silence of the Lambs look, but I can probably find something else to satisfy you If I let you go, will you sit on the bed and wait, or do I have to drag you around to keep you from running away? You actually can hurt yourself if you fall, you can't stop yourself and could hit your head with your arms confined like this."

She seemed to think about it for a second, before smiling again and telling me, "Nice try, I'm not going to make it that easy for you!" She tried to break away from my slightly looser grip, but I hadn't fully relaxed my hold on her. I let out a sigh of mock exasperation, and dragged her to the foot of my bed.
There were vertical slats running up and down the foot of my bed, and I utilized the excess length of the jacket straps to tie a couple ugly square knots. The canvas wasn't an ideal material or form factor for tying with, and I knew this wouldn't hold her for long, but I only needed a minute to get into my kink bag in the closet and come back with something more substantial.

When I returned, she'd made about the amount of progress I'd expected. Ashley had managed to untie one of the sets of straps and was working on getting the other one loose. She was fully engaged in the task and wasn't paying any attention to me coming back out of the closet. I waited until she got the other strap untied, and before she could stand up, I reached out and grabbed her ankle, pulling her off balance sideways and sliding her on the floor towards me.

"What!? You jerk!" She said, as she playfully kicked out with her free foot. She wasn't trying to hurt me, but an errant kick could still knock a tooth out if you got unlucky, so I let go of the toys I was holding and wrapped my free arm around both her legs before lowering to my knees. I slowly rolled her over onto her stomach, then swapped out holding her legs with my own legs, freeing my hands for the next task.

"This will keep you from kicking AND running, so it's a two for one deal!" I proudly announced as I began buckling the wide, brown leather medical style cuffs around her ankles. Once I had both buckled on snugly, I clipped them together with a locking carabiner and let Ashley go to roll back onto her back.
She rolled onto her back and set up into a seated position without the use of her arms in a minor demonstration of her physical fitness and flexibility. I was embarrassed to think that I might not have been able to sit up without at least momentum to assist me if the roles were reversed.

She looked down at her feet and experimentally kicked back and forth, measuring the amount of movement she had to work with. I was doing my own evaluation, trying to decide if my possession of these cuffs was going to weird her out, or if their medical appearance provided a similar plausible deniability. Besides that, she was clearly enjoying being restrained, so at some point I should just have a conversation with her about bondage. I wasn't ready to commit to that yet.
Ashley looked back up, and defiantly asked, "That all you got?"

Just the question I was hoping for.

By way of reply, I smiled, and held up a few belts. These were plain brown leather, similar to the cuffs, and at a cursory inspection could be dismissed as a man's waist belt. The lengths made them far too wide for my waist, but if Ashley noticed, she wasn't saying anything. She was still playfully trying to fight me somehow, though I don't know what her objective was, if she even had one.

I pushed her backwards so she was laying on her back again and wrapped the first belt around her thighs, a couple inches above her knees. Since the belt was so long, I wrapped it around her legs three times before I could get a hole into the buckle. Once I had it buckled, the range of motion of Ashley's legs was cut down dramatically. She kept playfully kicking, but even that started to lose steam.

I sat her up again and pulled her towards me. I reached around her body and tightened the belt around her arms and torso, threading the belt through the loops on the back of the jacket, and the vertical loop on the front of the jacket, to keep it from sliding over her head if she managed to loosen it.
I followed up with the final belt around her abdomen, running this one through a loop on the back of the jacket as well. These two belts were somewhat superfluous given the ineffectiveness of Ashley's escape attempts, but they had the effect of tightening the whole jacket down against her body and reducing her chances of shimmying in such a way that she could reach the buckles and start to work on them with her canvas enshrouded hands.

I sat back and watched her. Ashley smiled back and me and returned to struggling. She rolled around on the floor, clearly just enjoying the sensation of being restrained. After a couple minutes, Ashley flopped onto her back and let out an exhausted but satisfied sigh, before managing another heroic but foolhardy challenge of "that all you got?"

I laughed. "Ashley, I don't think you're going anywhere, what more could I do? Like I said, I don't have a Hannibal Lecter mask to complete the look, and with the way you're thrashing, I wouldn't want to put you on a hand truck anyway because you'd topple the whole thing over."

She looked away and seemed to mockingly ponder this for a moment, before replying, "You could pick up on a hint and fucking kiss me already."

I didn't have to be asked twice. I sprawled onto the floor next to her, held her head with my hand, and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. We held it for a solid thirty seconds before coming up for air, and when I looked at Ashley's face she was smiling and said "took you long enough."

[GreyLord]

What a great start! Will there be a followup?

[tickletied84]

Excellent! Love this - playful, yet a happy ending!

[SwitchedAuth]

What a great start! Will there be a followup?

I'm open to continuing it, if enough people clap their hands and say they believe in fairies.

It's certainly got lots of opportunity for expansion.

[Red86]

Been a while since I've read a M/F story but the title just so happened to of grabbed my attention

I do hope there's a follow up to this. Sounds like both of them have interest they haven't shared with each other yet!