New Straightjacket (M/M)
Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2025 4:37 pm
Having been interested in one for a while, I finally bought a straightjacket! A pretty cheap black one - probably not the best construction but works for a test run. On the day I got it I asked my bf if he could strap me in and he obliged!
It was 10pm. He was playing video games - a competitive online game with 10-15 minute rounds. I asked him to keep me strapped in for a match or two.
Since the wait time between matches was pretty short, and there were a lot of straps on the straightjacket, and neither my bf or I had every used one before, it took a full match before I was strapped in.
While he finished up the round he was playing, I stripped naked and put my arms in the jacket sleeves and prepared for him to seal me in. When the round ended and he waited in the lobby for the game to start, my bf tightened the first two straps behind my back. The match began, and he stopped restraining me to play. I sat there - waiting on that first step towards a loss of freedom.
Everytime he died and respawned he'd tighten another strap or two. Slowly the jacket began to constrict me. By the end of round one of the match, the jacket was tightly closed on me. My arms were still unrestrained, but the padded portions of the arm sleeves hindered the use of my hands. At this point could probably reach around and unstrap some of the backstraps and free myself, but I definitely had a lot less control over my body than I did even just 10 minutes ago. The progressive loss of freedom was really doing something for me, a sort of bondage teasing, where I feel myself lose control piece by piece.
In the minute between rounds, my bf asked what he should do with my arms. I explained how to pull them and strap them so I was trapped in a self-hug. He did just that, then without needing explanation, he closed the front strap around my crossed arms. I tested the extent of my imprisonment. I couldn't pull my arms out, move them up or down, or reach anything buckle on my back to free myself. By the time the next round began, I was truly restrained. The bondage felt complete.
I'd read about how escape artists could pull a straitjacket over their head to get it off. I am quite the escape artist with rope, but realized quickly that I didn't have the skills to get myself out of the jacket. The crotch straps wouldn't be necessary.
But thankfully, my bf strapped those on me too, just for fun. He pulled the strap that ran between my cock and left leg particularly tight. So tight that it was impossible to ignore. I kept trying to shift my weight or stretch the jacket down to alleviate some of the tightness to my groin and around my midsection, but nothing worked. I was snuggly, effectively, restrained.
It was wonderful! I couldn't get free, couldn't defend myself, was comfortable enough to stay trapped for a while, but tightly secure enough to always be brutally aware of just how powerless I was.
For this test run, I left my legs unrestrained. During one of the later matches, I got up and checked myself out in the mirror. I looked good... though a muzzle would definitely have completed the look - something to try out at a later date when my bf doesn't need me to talk him through strapping me in.
To my pleasant surprise, my bf didn't release me after two matches. Instead, he played a good 45 minutes while I was jacketed. More and more often when I tie myself up he's kept me bound a lot longer than I request, and it's been very fun knowing that while I might be the one who decides to get restrained, he's solely in charge of deciding when I get let go (We have a safe word, but I've only had to use it once. He knows that outside of safe wording that I am cool with, and actually really like when he ignores my requests to be released at a certain time).
Everytime I get tied up, it's a toss-up of whether my bf will ignore me and let me enjoy my bondage without any sort of scene or interaction, or if he will get involved and fool around with me. I'd fully expected nothing to happen this time with how late it was, but started getting excited when he would tickle my balls or stroke my cock for a few seconds every 5 minutes or so. I stayed rock hard, as he periodically teased me during low points of his game.
I soon found a way to tease myself. The strap that pressed my arms together in the front hung down so if I sat and angled myself just right it would touch my cock. I could move my hips and make the strap run along the length of my shaft. It was pitiful and embarrassing, but with my bf's periodic teasing I was desperate for stimulation. Unfortunately the strap tickling my dick was equally frustrating, never able to do more that keep it at attention. Despite knowing I would never get myself off that way - and that in fact gliding across the strap was actually doing more to tease and frustrated me than give me release - I kept doing it. I needed some form of stimulation between moments when my bf would touch me, and unfortunately my only option only made me more horny and desperate.
When he was done with his game for the night, I followed him into our room. I laid on the bed as he brushed his teeth and got ready for bed.
When he was done, my bf sat beside me on the bed. He began properly edging me, breaking for moments to keep me from cumming and turn his attention to tickling my feet and balls. As he edged me closer and closer, I started to get noisy. I moaned and begged him to let me cum. He scooted up so he was sitting beside my chest, and covered my mouth with his hand, pinching my nose closed in the process.
I started thrashing around as he cut off my air and continued to play with my cock. I almost pulled myself away, before he stood up, reached under the bed and pulled the leg straps we keep hidden but attacked to the bed and ready for moments like these. He locked my ankles in the straps. I was now completely stuck.
He edged me, subjected me to tickling and breath control. Then finally he brought me right up to the edge. I screamed into his hand that gagged me.
He let go of my cock. I came, but just barely.
He straddled my face, forced his cock in my mouth, and made me suck him off. It was an awkward angle, but I tried my best. Eventually he pulled out and finished on my face.
My bf was about to unlock me when I told him I could go for a round two. He was surprised, but I told him I'm pretty sure that first orgasm was ruined and I had another in the tank. Sure enough, after jacking me off for a few more minutes, I came again, finally hitting the fully orgasm I'd been building towards.
So all in all, I'd say the straitjacket test run was a success! I really enjoyed the snug feeling and sinister effectiveness of the jacket as a form of bondage. Most of my assisted self-bondage (where I tie myself and my bf finished the final lock or knot) is either tight and immobilizing but relatively easy to escape (my hogties and frogties) or pretty loose but inescapable (spread-eagle on the bed, tied to the door hinges, or tied to the couch), so it was nice to experience something so restrictive AND inescapable. I was worried that with my chest being covered it would be really hard for my bf to find ways to play with me that were both fun for him and tortuous for me, but he seemed to enjoy and get plenty of milage focusing on my cock, breathing, and sensitive lower half.
Looking forward to trying it again. Either seeing how long I can spend it in, or finding ways to make it even more restrictive (tying legs, tying the metal loop to something, adding a gag)!
It was 10pm. He was playing video games - a competitive online game with 10-15 minute rounds. I asked him to keep me strapped in for a match or two.
Since the wait time between matches was pretty short, and there were a lot of straps on the straightjacket, and neither my bf or I had every used one before, it took a full match before I was strapped in.
While he finished up the round he was playing, I stripped naked and put my arms in the jacket sleeves and prepared for him to seal me in. When the round ended and he waited in the lobby for the game to start, my bf tightened the first two straps behind my back. The match began, and he stopped restraining me to play. I sat there - waiting on that first step towards a loss of freedom.
Everytime he died and respawned he'd tighten another strap or two. Slowly the jacket began to constrict me. By the end of round one of the match, the jacket was tightly closed on me. My arms were still unrestrained, but the padded portions of the arm sleeves hindered the use of my hands. At this point could probably reach around and unstrap some of the backstraps and free myself, but I definitely had a lot less control over my body than I did even just 10 minutes ago. The progressive loss of freedom was really doing something for me, a sort of bondage teasing, where I feel myself lose control piece by piece.
In the minute between rounds, my bf asked what he should do with my arms. I explained how to pull them and strap them so I was trapped in a self-hug. He did just that, then without needing explanation, he closed the front strap around my crossed arms. I tested the extent of my imprisonment. I couldn't pull my arms out, move them up or down, or reach anything buckle on my back to free myself. By the time the next round began, I was truly restrained. The bondage felt complete.
I'd read about how escape artists could pull a straitjacket over their head to get it off. I am quite the escape artist with rope, but realized quickly that I didn't have the skills to get myself out of the jacket. The crotch straps wouldn't be necessary.
But thankfully, my bf strapped those on me too, just for fun. He pulled the strap that ran between my cock and left leg particularly tight. So tight that it was impossible to ignore. I kept trying to shift my weight or stretch the jacket down to alleviate some of the tightness to my groin and around my midsection, but nothing worked. I was snuggly, effectively, restrained.
It was wonderful! I couldn't get free, couldn't defend myself, was comfortable enough to stay trapped for a while, but tightly secure enough to always be brutally aware of just how powerless I was.
For this test run, I left my legs unrestrained. During one of the later matches, I got up and checked myself out in the mirror. I looked good... though a muzzle would definitely have completed the look - something to try out at a later date when my bf doesn't need me to talk him through strapping me in.
To my pleasant surprise, my bf didn't release me after two matches. Instead, he played a good 45 minutes while I was jacketed. More and more often when I tie myself up he's kept me bound a lot longer than I request, and it's been very fun knowing that while I might be the one who decides to get restrained, he's solely in charge of deciding when I get let go (We have a safe word, but I've only had to use it once. He knows that outside of safe wording that I am cool with, and actually really like when he ignores my requests to be released at a certain time).
Everytime I get tied up, it's a toss-up of whether my bf will ignore me and let me enjoy my bondage without any sort of scene or interaction, or if he will get involved and fool around with me. I'd fully expected nothing to happen this time with how late it was, but started getting excited when he would tickle my balls or stroke my cock for a few seconds every 5 minutes or so. I stayed rock hard, as he periodically teased me during low points of his game.
I soon found a way to tease myself. The strap that pressed my arms together in the front hung down so if I sat and angled myself just right it would touch my cock. I could move my hips and make the strap run along the length of my shaft. It was pitiful and embarrassing, but with my bf's periodic teasing I was desperate for stimulation. Unfortunately the strap tickling my dick was equally frustrating, never able to do more that keep it at attention. Despite knowing I would never get myself off that way - and that in fact gliding across the strap was actually doing more to tease and frustrated me than give me release - I kept doing it. I needed some form of stimulation between moments when my bf would touch me, and unfortunately my only option only made me more horny and desperate.
When he was done with his game for the night, I followed him into our room. I laid on the bed as he brushed his teeth and got ready for bed.
When he was done, my bf sat beside me on the bed. He began properly edging me, breaking for moments to keep me from cumming and turn his attention to tickling my feet and balls. As he edged me closer and closer, I started to get noisy. I moaned and begged him to let me cum. He scooted up so he was sitting beside my chest, and covered my mouth with his hand, pinching my nose closed in the process.
I started thrashing around as he cut off my air and continued to play with my cock. I almost pulled myself away, before he stood up, reached under the bed and pulled the leg straps we keep hidden but attacked to the bed and ready for moments like these. He locked my ankles in the straps. I was now completely stuck.
He edged me, subjected me to tickling and breath control. Then finally he brought me right up to the edge. I screamed into his hand that gagged me.
He let go of my cock. I came, but just barely.
He straddled my face, forced his cock in my mouth, and made me suck him off. It was an awkward angle, but I tried my best. Eventually he pulled out and finished on my face.
My bf was about to unlock me when I told him I could go for a round two. He was surprised, but I told him I'm pretty sure that first orgasm was ruined and I had another in the tank. Sure enough, after jacking me off for a few more minutes, I came again, finally hitting the fully orgasm I'd been building towards.
So all in all, I'd say the straitjacket test run was a success! I really enjoyed the snug feeling and sinister effectiveness of the jacket as a form of bondage. Most of my assisted self-bondage (where I tie myself and my bf finished the final lock or knot) is either tight and immobilizing but relatively easy to escape (my hogties and frogties) or pretty loose but inescapable (spread-eagle on the bed, tied to the door hinges, or tied to the couch), so it was nice to experience something so restrictive AND inescapable. I was worried that with my chest being covered it would be really hard for my bf to find ways to play with me that were both fun for him and tortuous for me, but he seemed to enjoy and get plenty of milage focusing on my cock, breathing, and sensitive lower half.
Looking forward to trying it again. Either seeing how long I can spend it in, or finding ways to make it even more restrictive (tying legs, tying the metal loop to something, adding a gag)!
Between these posts and the ones on electro, you've convinced me to save-up for buying both a straitjacket and a TENS unit. All that's left for me is to convince my wife (she controls the finances!)