Continues from part two
I didn’t need to wait long. Noticing my arm above my shoulders and expecting me to complete my escape within seconds, she wasted no time in throwing the cape over my head once more, smoothing it down over my face. The fury in her eyes was the last thing I saw, a vision of dread that now haunted me. The last two times she had been calculating in her application of the cape, this time it was with uncontrolled rage and I feared the worst. Expecting me now to struggle frantically to free myself with the utmost vigour, she wasted no time in wrapping the scarf around my neck and tying it tight under my chin.
She remained against the pillar observing and hindering my struggles but it soon became obvious to her that I would be unable to break free; at least quickly. Watching the cape slowly expand and contract, the cruel material shimmering and rustling, she knew time was on her side and she had regained control of the situation. She now stepped back and took a deep breath to relax.
“Gosh, that was rather close! You know you made me quite out of breath there,” she chuckled relishing in the irony of the situation. I moaned loudly at her to be merciful as I continued my hopeless search for air. “Getting a bit hot in there is it?” she heartlessly questioned whilst at the same time her eyes became transfixed on the ever changing glistening silk folds.
She stepped up close in front of me and waited for me to inhale. The taut indented silk enveloping my mouth aroused her and she ran her index finger around my encased lips before the cape ballooned outwards. “Would you like some air dear?” she whispered into my left ear. It seemed as if she was back in control of her emotions and I wasn’t going to die after all. I nodded frantically as my lungs burned.“Very well,” she responded and I awaited the scarf to be untied. Instead, I felt her left hand gently touch my cheek and on the next inhale, she placed her lips against mine and then blew gently against the silk, well aware of its impervious nature.
“That better now dear?” she asked with a smile. Amongst all the other emotions within my body, rage suddenly overwhelmed me and I yelled out and violently thrashed against my bonds. It was one thing to be tortured in this way but to be so wickedly humiliated was too much to bear, even in what were, I believed, my last few seconds of life.
She jumped back shocked for a second not expecting me to mount much resistance at this point and swiftly checked my bonds. “Ah, seems you can’t escape the straitjacket, so as a consequence you will suffer your fate now!” With those words, I understood it to be the end. There would be no tomorrow for me, this sadist was going to kill me after all, no more games, no more hope. I just wanted to give up; struggling for breath was hopeless and unbelievably painful, why the futile persistence? That was the lesson in the shop I had learnt, I didn’t want to entertain this woman for a second longer. But entertain her for a little more, I did.
With every breath, the silk clamped down and moulded to the contours of my face before bellowing out in a cycle which she was guessing the number of. It was as the cape revealed the outline of my face, that something rather strange occurred. A revelation came upon her at she looked at the shiny outline. “This isn’t his face!” she suddenly exclaimed, “the face I hate.” With desperation, her nimble fingers went to work picking the knot around my neck knowing I was close to succumbing. By this stage, I was slipping into unconsciousness as she opened the scarf and frantically pulled the cape from my head. Cool air and light surrounded my once more and she was relieved to see me gasp deeply and the colour of my sweat soaked skin return. She clasped her hands on my cheeks and with what looked like tears in her eyes she cried, “Oh, I’m so sorry. So sorry. You aren’t him, what have I done?” Another game? I didn’t know, but at least I was alive…for now.
I was still panting for breath as she continued to explain the situation to me. “This is so embarrassing…what have I done?” she said clearly disturbed and slightly trembling. “I thought you were Jayne’s boyfriend, now after showing her the photo I discovered you aren’t. I can’t believe I’ve fouled up,” she continued pulling at her hair in frustration.
“I’ve never even heard of this Jayne you keep going on about!” I burst out having just about regained my breath.
“No, of course you haven’t. Jayne is my best friend, unfortunately she started seeing this real creep called Peter. He was awful to her and she was on the phone to me nearly every night in tears, it was too upsetting. I told her to leave him but she couldn’t muster the courage to tell him. Things couldn’t keep on the way they were so I devised a plan to get revenge on him. Jayne wasn’t keen at first but I talked her round. It took some planning but everything seemed in place and was going well…until a few minutes ago that is.”
“You planned to suffocate and torture him like this? No one deserves that,” I answered now angry. I’d been a victim of mistaken identity and gone through such a terrible ordeal.
“Yes he does!” she yelled, clearly quite emotional about protecting her friend, “let me show you.” With that she pulled out her phone and showed me several photos of Jayne. The images were horrific, he clearly was a brute with her. Perhaps he did deserve all that should have been coming his way.
“A real swine,” I commented, “I understand now. But why did you think I was him?”
“Jayne had told him to come to the hairdressers just before closing today. I’ve never seen him thankfully but you seemed to fit the description my friend gave. It never entered my head you weren’t him else I’d have never used the cape on you,” she explained.
“Glad to hear you don’t simply suffocate every man you come across!” I spurted.
She gently touched my face and with tears in her eyes, she simply whispered “sorry” once more.
“Just explain one more thing for me then,” I continued unmoved, “Why did you nearly kill me just now after knowing I wasn’t this Peter?”
“I was coming to release you, but then when I saw you had nearly escaped, I panicked, scared you would hurt me,” she sobbed.
“I’m not this Peter, not all men are like him you know,” I said, “now get me out of this thing and let me go.”
She stepped back and considered the situation. “Honestly, I’d like to let you go but if roles were reversed, I’d exact my own revenge for what I’d just been through,” she started to explain.
“Just let me out of this thing!” I shouted thrashing about wildly in protest. My outburst hadn’t helped the situation and I saw fear in her eyes towards me for the first time.
“Sorry, I don’t trust you enough. I’d like to really but…” she stuttered.
“No buts, let me go right now, I won’t hurt you I promise!”
“Really, you don’t seem calm to me, perhaps staying in a straitjacket is the best thing right for you now until I’ve worked stuff out in my head.”
I should have accepted the situation at that point, she was feeling foolish and scared. If I’d calmed myself, I suspect I could have talked her into freeing me shortly, but as it was I was fuming and speaking without thinking, especially not considering I wasn’t in any position to be making demands, really. “Look, I need to go home right now, I’m not going to hurt you. Nor will I speak to anyone about what’s happened here.” So far so good, but then anger welled up into another huge tide and I cried, “I just need to get out of here!” accompanied with more pulling and straining against my silken prison.
Thanks to my actions, her good will with me was fast running out and instead of feeling sorry for what she’d done, she switched back to her dominant role; I suspect to make me see things from her perspective. “It seems that without my help you aren’t going to be free anytime soon. You may have gotten your arm over your shoulder but you are still quite securely bound and just as helpless as ever and in no position to be making demands.”
It still didn’t sink in, I was tired and mentally drained, perhaps the lack of oxygen had slowed my mind. “I will get out of this you know sooner or later, it would be better if you untied me right now,” I explained, not realising I’d just made a veiled threat.
That comment tipped the balance for her. “Oh really, is that so? Well perhaps it would be better for YOU if you just shut your mouth,” she screeched in retaliation.
“And if I don’t?” I was defiant.
“If you don’t, I will introduce you to a little friend once more. There was a loud rustling that instilled sudden fear into me as she once more picked up the cape and positioned it behind my head. Slowly, she started to lower the cape over my head, a fateful smile on her face as she searched my face for the revelation to appear.
Just before she covered my eyes, I cried out, “Please, wait! I’m sorry. I’ll be quiet, in fact I’ll do everything you want me to do. Just please don’t suffocate me again, please!”
She halted and asked intently, “Are you sure? I won’t tolerate another outburst from you.” I nodded frantically. She sighed, “Oh, very well then,” as the cape was pulled off my head. I sensed a little disappointment in her voice, that she wasn’t going to witness another application of the devious cape depriving me of air. Instead, holding the cape in both hands, she ran the soft silk against her cheek feeling its gentle caress and smiled, “Nice to see that something so simple as this delicate fabric can humble and hold sway over a man. I think I’ll just fold it up and put it on the back of this chair, in plain sight for you. Just to serve as a reminder of course.”
Having placed the cape down, she turned to look at me. “Now what do I do with you now I wonder?” she pondered, index finger on chin. “I need time to think, this evening has taken quite a strange turn.”
“For both of us!” I exclaimed and then smiled pointing out the irony so she didn’t think I was grumbling. I think we both need to re-assess the situation.”
“Agreed!” she nodded. After a few seconds of thought she clapped her hands, “Okay, I’m going to be right back,” she said and started to walk out of the room. “Oh...” she continued, turning her head back to face me, “Please don’t try to escape again. Let’s not ruin what remains of the evening. Remember the cape is only over there.” With that her heels clicked on the floor and I was alone once more.
I now found myself once again alone with the ability to try and complete my escape. However, I realised that escaping wouldn't be a quick affair and with Sarah alerted to my attempts, I knew she wouldn't chance being long. I took a quick glance over at the cape and shuddered at what I'd just been through. I really thought she was going to finish me, next time I was sure she would follow through to the end. So, the base instinct of survival was telling me my best chance was to remain still, and it overrode the desire to be free. My instinct proved correct; less than two minutes later she came back into the room with a few items in hand. The first was a couple of lengths of chain each no more than a few feet long. The second I couldn't identify, it was some sort of off-white folded up sack from a quick inspection. My immediate thoughts were taken with what she planned to do with the chain, I feared a more conventional and inescapable form of restraint was about to become my fate.
"Hmmm..." she said, not quite knowing what to make of my compliance, as she eyed my arms checking I still was secure. "Well I'm pleased you've taken my advice to heart." She placed the sack on the chair over the cape. "I've got a few extra things I want to try out now, it would have been a shame to stop at the cape. Of course, none of these things would be necessary if you'd just done as you were told in the first place." She widened her eyes at me in an accusing way.
"Are you going to chain me here?" I asked in an anxious tone.
She smiled, "Yes...and no..." I frowned at her contradiction. "The chains are not an end in themselves, they are only a vital precautionary step whilst you are properly secured for the night." I still wasn't getting where she was going, and she sensed my confusion. "You don't recognise what I've just put on the chair do you?" she chuckled.
I stared over again and studied the white item. To me it looked like a large canvas sack, from what I could see of it. I deduced I was going to be stuffed into it and the chain was to secure the top closed. A sense of claustrophobia overtook me and I started to sweat and struggle to breathe. My fear amused her and she smiled with glee. "Ah yes, I bet you'd plead to remain in the silk straitjacket tonight wouldn't you? But it is far too late for that now!
"Let me explain what's going to happen, okay? I'm going to place the chains around your neck and feet and secure you to this pillar. The chain is going to be fixed with these two padlocks." With that she produced two large padlocks from her pocket and held them in view. "Once chained to this pillar, only then I will untie you from the straitjacket." My eyes lit up with hope of finally being able to move my arms freely. She detected my raised optimism. "Now before you even think it, the keys to the locks are going to be placed on the table over there, well away from your reach. If I even sense you trying to grab me, I will leave you to rot on this pillar got it?"
She sounded authoritative but I also detected anxiety in her voice. We were both aware that, for the first time since entering the hairdressers, I would be in a position to physically challenge her. Albeit any attempt would prove futile thanks to the cold steel that was about to be wrapped around me.
“I promise I won't try a thing. I've done enough foolish things tonight to know better. That cape over there is something I'd rather not experience ever again.” With that she slowly walked over to me, letting one of the chains unfurl as she did. She took one more look at what state my arms were still tied in before she went behind the pillar out of view. Suddenly I felt the touch of cold steel against my throat, and then I started to choke as she pulled my head back against the pillar using the chain. I thought she was now starting a new sadistic game of strangling me but with my head now in position, she slackened the chain allowing me to breathe and swallow once more, before I heard the dreaded click of a padlock behind me.
The chain now held me firm, no escape would be possible whilst it remained in place. I leant forward testing my limits and after a few inches felt the links starting to dig into my skin and crush my larynx. I thrust my head back against the pillar acknowledging the hopelessness of my situation. As I did so, she slowly stepped around me letting her fingers gently ride the links of the chain.
Her lips were pouted and her eyes glistened as she relished in the total control she currently had over me. She started to sing a song from the eighties which I'd not heard in some time, Tori Amos’ ‘Chains.’
"I'm in chains, I'm in chains..." she sang softly, clearly aroused. She started to move her face ever closer to mine. "A little click and the lock's on me..." Her lips were approaching mine and unwittingly I was trying to strain forward ignoring the links of the chain biting again. "Can't move my hands," she whispered now just an inch away. Ignoring the discomfort, I tried to force myself that last small distance making a gurgling noise as I choked. Suddenly she dropped down onto her knees with a giggle. "Can't move my feet..." she continued as she commenced wrapping the second chain around my ankles and the pillar. As she was doing so, I once more thrust my head back but this time in anger at myself. What on earth am I thinking? This woman had just nearly killed me, kidnapped me and was in the process of chaining me to a pillar, and I want to kiss her!? She’s stunning, but come on!
She managed to untie the silken ribbons that had first held me to the post and stepped back to admire her handiwork, scanning around the chains that bound me. Satisfied that I was once again totally secure, she stepped close to me. “I think it is high time that I remove this silken device from you,” she said gliding her left hand over my encased arms, seemingly pleased at just how effective a restraint it had been. “Now remember, no stupid moves,” she warned again.
I nodded, eager to have the cape finally removed and have some arm mobility once more. She stepped behind me and squatted, starting to untie the strap between my legs. “Oh my! You really did put up a struggle didn’t you?” she chuckled, observing how tight the knot was. “Silly boy, you should have realised the harder you pulled, the tighter the knot would become.”
I flushed in annoyance are her mockery, but she continued. “Still, if you had been more clever and not blindly struggled, perhaps you would have been able to untie your arms before I came back in. Lucky for me, you aren’t.” I wasn’t sure if she meant her insult or if she was simply testing the limits of my patience and self control before freeing my arms, but I sure hated the taunting, trying my best not to show it.
It took her a little while longer picking at the knot but suddenly to an exuberant “yes!” I felt the tugging between my legs suddenly release. She came back up smiling but that was quickly replaced, as looking at the knot holding my arms together, she gave another stern warning not to try anything.
“Don’t worry, I don’t want to remain stuck to this pillar all night,” I remarked. “Oh, if you do try anything, rest assured you will be left here longer than the night.” She gave me a wicked smile. I nodded my understanding, ashen faced.
“Okay, let’s see if I can get this second knot undone. I see there was a flaw in this jacket’s design. Easy to apply, but the possibility that it will be difficult to remove again,” she noted to herself.
Her nimble fingers went to work once more, picking away at the knot holding my sleeves together. I heard her sigh several times in frustration as she picked and pulled at the knot. It took a good few minutes before she let out a “Finally!” I went to pull my arms apart thinking that they were finally free. “Keep still!” she yelled in annoyance, “You’ll tighten the knot again. I’ll say when you can move.”
“Sorry,” I submissively replied. Another ten seconds of fumbling with the knot ensued before the long silken sleeve ends were finally freed from each other and drooped low.
“Now you can move your arms…but slowly,” she instructed as she cautiously stepped backwards from the pillar. I was now the least vulnerable I had been since she had first slipped the straitjacket cape on me hours ago. True, I was still securely bound to the pillar but at least I could now try and defend myself, especially if she tried to hood me again. I slowly lifted my encased hands up to my face and turned them around slowly. After all these many hours, my arms and especially my shoulders were sore and stiff.
Approaching from the back, satisfied I wasn’t contemplating making a rash attack, she instructed me to hold out my arms in front. I complied, albeit with some groaning. She then, whilst holding onto the collar of the cape with her left hand, grabbed the zipper in the other working it down; hampered by not having much space between me and the pillar. Next, she came back in front and grabbed the dangling sleeve ends, all the time calculating the distance between her and my reach. The silk effortlessly slid off my arms and became bundled in her grasp instead.
“Boy, it feels good to be able to have some movement in my arms once more,” I remarked whilst rubbing them to restore circulation.
“Yeah, well don’t get too used to it,” came the nonchalant response. This confused me. I knew she had some form of restraint using the canvas sack she had brought in but I believed I wasn’t going to spend the night having my arms tightly bound. She placed the cape on the chair next to its sinister partner and turning once more to face me instructed me to remove my shirt. I was taken aback by this. I already felt vulnerable and having to undress before this strange and perhaps frenzied woman did not appeal.
She became annoyed at my hesitation. “Look, you can stay here all night if you wish. However, if you want to experience the comfort of lying down on a bed, I don’t want you in your smelly work clothes.” I started undoing the buttons wondering just how far she meant by ‘not being in my clothes.’ The shirt was now off and I was told to drop it on the floor. “Trousers next,” she continued.
“Really?” I grimaced. She gave a knowing glare and so I started undoing the belt. I reluctantly undid the fly and top button and started to pull my trousers down, now feeling very exposed.
She slowly walked closer, her eyes shining with a slight smile on her face. “Is that it?” I asked grabbing my boxers. “Oh...I think that’s enough for now.” She smiled as she eyed me up and down. “You obviously work out quite a bit don’t you?” she remarked, looking at my muscular physique.
“I go to the gym twice a week.”
“Well you certainly look strong, just look at those big powerful muscles. I’ve certainly been right in not taking any chances tonight, haven’t I? Imagine what you could do to me if you got a hold of me!”
“If you hadn’t kidnapped me like this, you wouldn’t have to be concerned,” I responded. “Anyway as it is, I never hurt women.”
“Really? That’s what my friend’s ex said and look what happened to her,” she sneered. I wanted to argue back but I knew it would be pointless so I sighed in acceptance of her reasoning.
She clapped her hands together to diffuse the tension and spun over to the chair. “Anyway, it’s time to introduce you to what you will be wearing tonight.”
“Trapped in a sack, eh?”
She pulled a face and then cocked her head to one side. “A sack?” she frowned. Then she understood. “Oh…no! It’s not a sack, something much more fun!” With that she grasped hold of the canvas contraption and proudly lifted it up for me to see. It unfurled with a clang of metal and I spotted buckles and straps attached to a pair of long sleeves. It suddenly dawned on me…She was going to place me in a real straitjacket this time!
“Whoa…is that what I think it is?” I spurted out in disbelief.
She smiled and slowly swanned over, holding the straitjacket to her chest. “If you believe it to be a proper straitjacket, then you have deduced correctly, a Posey regulation straitjacket to be precise. This is the real deal.”
“And what on earth are you doing with one of those!?”
“It took some searching because they are no longer in use, but eventually we managed to get this one over the Internet. It was actually Jayne’s idea to get one. She thought it would be the perfect punishment, after all she had endured. This jacket was the real intention all along, not that cape over there. Obviously her ex or anyone else, like you as it turned out, wouldn’t simply stick their arms in an apparent real straitjacket. You’d have run out of the shop at lightning speed wouldn’t you?”
“Too right!”
“So…we had to be a little devious. We came up with the modified cape which disguised itself perfectly until it was too late. However, we suspected it wouldn’t be secure on its own for any length of time. Your near escape whilst I was gone for a few minutes has proven that. The plan was to get him here and into the Posey. The scheme has worked well apart from one unforeseen hiccup on my part. I’ve gotten the wrong man!” There was a slight blush in her cheeks at admitting to making such a mistake.
“You could still end the plan right now you know,” I reasoned, “Just let me go. I promise there will be no retaliation from me, now or in the future. What you planned to do to Jayne’s ex is no concern of mine. Maybe he deserves it but please...I’m innocent here. We can just forget all this.”
“Perhaps…” she pondered out loud. My hopes started to rise. “But then again, you haven’t been exactly honest with me. You’ve tried a cunning escape and then there’s been the outbursts. No...no, I’m sorry. I can’t just let you go. I need to sleep on this, like I said.”
I started to consign myself to the night’s fate, not wishing to push things further. “Straitjacket it is then I suppose,” I conceded.
She seemed pleased that I had succumbed to the idea of being placed in the straitjacket, but she wasn’t going to let her guard down. “Arms out again please.” I did as instructed. “Grab hold,” and with that she leant forward and swung the jacket towards me. One of the sleeves struck against my arm and I quickly took hold of it. “Now I want you to insert your arms into the sleeves and pull the jacket up around you best you can.” I fully took hold of the straitjacket and felt its weight in my hands. I paused and suddenly became hesitant, staring at the thick canvas in my possession.
This was a contraption of some formidability. Once I was strapped in, I would completely be at her mercy once again. Thoughts of mistrust came into my mind. Perhaps she has no intention of freeing me from this pillar. Perhaps she just wants me completely helpless so she can do with me as she pleases without any fear of resistance. Maybe she wants to continue torturing me with further applications of the rubber lined silk cape. She did appear to like watching me suffer under it. And she did admit the plan all along was to use this Posey Straitjacket. For what ends then I wonder? Those and many other fearful thoughts and apprehensions started to whirl around in my mind.
“What’s the matter?” she piped up. With a shaky voice I had to admit my fears of being restrained so tightly. “Don’t worry,” she assured with a tone that made me believe she appreciated my concerns. “Soon we will be upstairs and these nasty chains will be gone. I know it must be hard, and against every instinct to place yourself into the jacket, but please trust me now. I know you are scared of me after nearly suffocating you twice, but understand that was when I had you mixed up with a real nasty piece of work. Even then, I was controlled enough not to push you past the limit.” Her last sentence wasn’t reassuring, but I figured so what? I either suffer fixed to this pillar in increasing agony or place myself back fully in her hands in the hope an improvement of my circumstances at some point. I decided on the latter and started to slowly force my nearly non compliant left arm into the sleeve.
At first my arm disappeared halfway down the sleeve with no difficulty but then the fabric was twisted and I had to pull hard to get it further. A few grunts and the body of the jacket reached my armpit. It was strange not to see my hand protruding the end of the sleeve, instead it was closed and had a buckle fixed via a short strap. The next sleeve was a lot harder to do, as I had to hold the jacket through the thick canvas covering my left hand. If I’d been able to jig up and down it would have been a lot easier to straighten out the sleeve, but the chains made that impossible. Instead, I had to resort to waving my right arm up and down as I forced it in.
“Well done!” she applauded, as I caught my breath.
“I thought the hard part would be convincing myself to put my arms in, not the physical process of actually doing it!” I panted.
She chuckled. “Well done anyway. Take a moment and then I’ll start strapping you up.”
The final moments of my ‘freedom’ ticked by, before her heels clicked on the floor and she walked up beside me. “I’m afraid I must ask you one more time to hold your arms out in front.” As she came close, she knew this was potentially a dangerous moment for her. Her reflexes had to remain sharp, as she was aware this was my best chance to try and grab her. Her breathing had increased and sweat was starting to perspire from her brow. It felt good that for once, that she was the one in fear. “If your arms tire, please let me know before dropping them. I may mistake what you are doing,” she said with a slight tremble in her voice.
I nodded whilst at the same time smiling to myself. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted for a split second to make a move but the voice of reason won out. What would that gain me? Even if I did manage to grab and hold on to her, the keys to my chains were several meters away. I could scare her, sure, but I knew she would never free me even if she promised to go and fetch the keys. It wouldn’t be smart to terrify or anger her.
Satisfied I was remaining still, with arms outstretched, she approached and grabbed the jacket around the collar area. She tugged and pulled and brought the jacket properly up around me. “It’s going to be a little tricky getting in to fasten all these straps. Perhaps I shouldn’t have bound you so tightly to the pillar. Hmm…please be a dear, and try to arch your body away from the pillar if you can. I know it will be uncomfortable, but I will be as quick as I can.” I thrust my body forward as far as I could, my pressing my head back against the pillar as the chain dug into my neck. “Excellent!” Now she had a couple more inches to work.
She reached in and took hold of the top strap near my neck with her left hand. Her other hand squeezed further and grabbed the buckle. There was some more tugging before she started to thread the strap through the buckle, taking care that it wasn’t twisted. Next, holding the collar area with her right hand, she pulled hard on the strap and there was a vripp noise as the teeth on the buckle tried to bite down on the canvas strap. She gave the strap another two firm tugs after it had stopped to make sure it was good and tight. There was some more fumbling as she struggled to thread the end of the strap through the remainder of the buckle to secure it.
“I think this will be the hardest strap to do. There should be more room further down the back.” Satisfied she had pushed enough through the buckle from there, she went to the other side of me and grabbing the end, give it a hard pull. Vripp went the strap again. It was a sobering noise to hear your freedom being slowly taken away with each pull. She finished by threading the strap through a tidy loop at the side of the buckle. “There! Not so bad is it?” she asked, “Well done on behaving so far.” The first strap was now secure holding the straitjacket on me. It didn’t feel restrictive or claustrophobic yet, which was a blessing. Allowing her this first step had been hard on my emotions, but all I had to do was continue to stand still, then hope for the best.
She was good to her word and wasted no time moving on to the second strap. I wasn’t sure if it was really out of concern for my discomfort, rather than anxiety to have me secured fully once more. She yanked on both sides of the straitjacket to pull it around my torso and promptly inserted the second strap into the buckle; vripp once more. This time I felt the jacket pressing again the sides of my chest and looked down to see it start taking the outline of my body. She gave the strap another tug and I felt it take up another inch of slack. My arms were involuntarily stuck in the sleeves now, but I was still sure I could easily lift the jacket over my shoulders, if need be.
Satisfied with the tightness there came another vripp. “Doing okay are we?”
“My back and arms are starting to ache,” I complained.
“One more strap and you can rest a little, if you like.”
“Okay,” I responded. My lower back offered the most space for the third strap. She was able to easily get both hands in at once, but as I glanced over, I observed that her posture was one that she could quickly spin away if needed.
This time she tugged the jacket down before threading the strap. As she pulled it tight, the jacket now felt that it was enclosing me. I could feel the unrelenting embrace of the canvas pressing against my body. She pulled the strap firmly until the back of the straitjacket had closed up completely. The jacket certainly seemed to be the correct size for me. Whilst it allowed my chest to expand fully and I could still breathe unhampered, I sensed that this third strap had been pulled tight enough that the jacket at this point was slightly smaller than my ribcage above it. Easily pulling my body out of the jacket wasn’t an option now. Yet another vripp sounded out, signalling the continuing march to helplessness. It was strange, but I started to get a warm fuzzy feeling and a sense of safety on hearing the straps scrape through their buckles.
“Okay, let’s take a little breather, shall we? You can put your arms down and relax for a moment.” She stepped back to face me and admire the progress. “Fits you well.” I lifted up and admired my encased hands. Three straps done, three to go but already the straitjacket was showing itself to be a formidable form of restraint. The canvas was stiff and unyielding, hugging my body in a firm embrace. I could only imagine and shudder what it would be like when soon my arms too would be in a tight embrace around me.
“Are you okay?” she asked, “You seem to be co-operating quite well. I can’t even imagine what it’s like to be in one of those things.”
“Handling it the best I can,” I acknowledged, “Although I must admit it’s quite a petrifying experience.”
“More than suffocating in darkness?” she frowned curiously. I was lost for words, why did she have to go and make that comparison? “Sorry!” she apologised, “That was stupid of me and totally uncalled for. Shall we get that last strap at the back done?” I nodded, not that I really had another choice.
The final strap was right at the bottom of the Straitjacket around its hem. As this strap was pulled tight like the rest, the hem of the jacket encircled my hips with a firm but comfortable grip. A last vripp and the back of the jacket was complete. It was a close fit and there was certainly no space to even start to pull my arms out of the sleeves but despite that, it didn’t feel over tight.
“Nice and comfy in there are we?” she smiled.
“Oh it’s lovely,” I said, returning the sarcasm. She did a three-sixty around me admiring the straitjacket.
“You know, it really is a perfect fit. I’m glad we settled to the green collar sized one now. All the rear straps are done up nicely and the back is closed properly. It moulds to your frame too. It’s almost as if this jacket was designed just for you. I doubt it would have fit Jayne’s ex any better.” She was enjoying the teasing and feeling of uncertainty she was giving me.
That teasing was about to go to a whole new level though. “It’s time we continued,” she said, “The next strap is rather interesting. Arms out in front again.” She stepped to the side once more but this time with a glint in her eyes. She appeared cautious as ever but now her anxiety seemed to have passed. She leant in from the back and grabbed the long strap that was dangling down from the front. “You know what they call this?” I shook my head, not really bothered to even try to answer. “It’s called the crotch strap because...well...it passes under your crotch.” She swung it between my legs and took hold of the end with her other hand at the back. She pulled it up for a second until the strap could be felt against my groin. I gave out a little “Humph” to indicate she needn’t pull it further. She giggled as she threaded the strap through the awaiting buckle at the rear. “Now then...how tight do you think I should make this, eh?” she gently whispered, her face leaning in with her lips near my ear.
“Not very!” I spurted out.
“Not very?” she retorted, annoyed I didn’t want to play along.
“Well, just enough to be secure,” I corrected myself. Last thing I wanted was to annoy her, to the extent she decided to punish me by pulling the strap tight.
“Let’s see shall we?” she said, and with that she slowly started pulling on the crotch strap. The teeth of the buckle rubbed against the coarse fabric, taking up the slack as she pulled. I slowly glanced down to see the strap start to disappear out of view as it passed between my legs. The sight was unnerving and humiliating at the same time. Still, I had expected one sharp tug down to fasten the strap so it could be worse. I suddenly felt her other hand brush against my groin. I let out a “Yeek!” at the sudden sensation. “Just making sure the strap goes to the side, we don’t want anything in its way do we!” she chuckled.
She stopped pulling for a moment, fiddled with the strap and then tugged the jacket down at both sides before continuing. The strap started to pull the jacket down ever so slightly at the front, as I felt it come up between my bridge. Suddenly there was a tug down – not too harshly but enough to cause me to lose a breath. “There! That should do it,” she exclaimed. I could feel the strap, but at least it wasn’t crushing my balls like I feared. There was a sudden and long vriiiiipp and the strap was secure. I was now fastened snugly in the straitjacket, with only the dreaded sleeves to fasten now.
“Nearly done,” she said, “One more strap to do and you can give yourself a nice big hug again.” I lifted my arms up in front of my face and twisted my hands inside their canvas prison. If I allowed her to do this, within a minute or so this freedom I had to move my arms would be taken from me. Once more I would be totally at her mercy, once more she could slip the silken cape over my head, and I’d be powerless to prevent it. I’d complied up to this point, albeit with some protestations and concerns, but now this was the point of no return.
I had no expectation that I would ever be able to escape from this straitjacket. The silken cape begged to be challenged, and I nearly succeeded, but this was the proper thing; designed and proven to restrain some of the most violent and dangerous people in the world. Was I so arrogant to believe I could somehow get out of it when countless others had failed? No, not unless she somehow failed to finish securing me properly somehow, but nothing gave me that impression. On the contrary, she had been thorough and calculating up to this point.
She had taken total freedom from me before, but that was under deception back in the salon. Now I was voluntarily surrendering that back to her, in the hope of being released from the post in the instant and completely freed soon thereafter. There was another thing too I had to admit. I was also hoping she would change, safe in the knowledge that I could do nothing to hurt her and hence become less calculating with me. It would be nice to end the tension and mistrust we shared. I’m sure she could be a great conversationalist and be warm and pleasant too. I reasoned that being a hairdresser she must be, having to stand there all day cutting hair and the like, sharing chit-chat. And of course there was another driving factor, she was also very attractive and I’d already nearly succumbed to her charms just minutes before. Despite being my kidnapper and torturer, my hormones were wrestling against my reasoning and something within wanted to be with her, despite everything that had happened tonight. A part of me also wished for the best in her, believing that everything that had happened thus far was just the result of a terrible mix up and she really didn’t hold any malice against me.
“Ready?” she questioned, wondering why I had blanked out. Little did she know of my internal musings.
“Er... yes, let’s get on with it,” I replied, focusing once more.
“Okay, first thing I want you to do is push your right arm through the loop at the front of the jacket. Do you see it?” I looked down to observe a loop that was stitched from being on a level with my arm pits to my lower chest. I immediately knew what this was for. I had nearly escaped the silk straitjacket because it didn’t have one. The loop’s purpose was to prevent the wearer from being able to lift their arms over the head and thus escape. Hardly surprising I’d not seen any magicians on television perform a straitjacket escape with one that had this loop. I started to push my hand through, knowing that this loop would guarantee there was no way to wiggle and squirm out of the jacket; though given its ruggedness and close fit, I’d no expectation of that regardless.
“Good! Now try and pull the rest of the strap through too.” I fiddled with my other hand and managed to grip sufficiently on the strap which had become trapped under my right arm and pulled it completely through. “Now push your other arm through the loop as well.” There was sufficient room for me to get it through along with the attached buckle, which conveniently was on a short strap and didn’t get entangled.
She was pleased that I finally looked like someone bound, with my arms in the familiar crossed position. “Please push your arms together, further round your body,” she ordered. I knew there were also loops at the sides of the jacket but she hadn’t asked me to try and reach those. Was it too much to hope for she wouldn’t utilise them? Not that it would matter, really. Content with the knowledge that my arms were held in position with the central loop, she knew I’d have to pull the sleeves out to have a realistic chance of grabbing her, and that would give a few seconds for her to react. She stepped to the left side of me, closer than she would have chanced before. She took hold of the end of the long sleeve strap and did a quick glance up to check I wasn’t contemplating a last minute rash endeavour. I felt her start to thread the strap through the side loop, which would further prevent any arm movements.
As expected, thorough to the last, I remarked to myself.
She fumbled and tugged for a few seconds as she tried to get the end of the sleeve to reach the loop. “I don’t want the end of the sleeve to get stuck on the loop as I tighten the strap,” she explained, “that would hinder me making your arms nice and tight.”
“That would never do!” I said with a resigned laugh.
“Okay, now keep your arm still as I do your other one.” She just about managed to get the buckle completely through the loop on my right side. Happy with the position of the sleeves now, she took a last look from the front.
I suspected she wanted to see fear on my face, as I was about to become her straitjacketed plaything. I tried not to give her the satisfaction, but it was hard as I was genuinely terrified at this moment, my stomach felt knotted. “Here we are, the moment has finally arrived. I’ve been eager since we started planning weeks ago to see this jacket in use. Are you ready?” I nodded my submission. “Right, I think you will need to arch your back again if you would please, so I can reach in for the buckle. Try so keep your arms in position though.” She stepped to my left once more and reached around for the buckle with her right hand. She slid her left hand along the sleeve strap to make sure it wasn’t twisted, and held the end fast.
This was it then, the point of no return. My arms were about to be completely immobilised and I was to become once more her helpless prisoner. The end of the strap was inserted into the friction buckle and as she began pulling, the teeth bit down on the strap. I didn’t know if she would pull fast and hard, or slow and methodical to savour the moment. It turned out to be neither. With a steady vriiipppp noise, the buckle took up the slack as more and more of the strap was pulled through the buckle. I suddenly felt a tug on my arms, mainly at the elbows, as my arms were forced together. My arms passed one another and my hands inched ever closer to the loops at each side. The canvas now pressed down firmly and I could feel my fingers being held fast against my body.
I thought she had finished pulling at this point but suddenly, switching the strap to her right hand, she lent in around me and placed her left hand on my right shoulder. Her soft breasts pressed against my left elbow and my nose became buried in her scented hair as she gave me a tight squeeze. With her hand wrapped firmly around the strap, she gave it a hard pull. This resulted in my arms becoming held ever tighter as she removed another two inches of slack from my sleeves. It was a pleasant and fear-provoking experience all at the same time. My arms felt immovable as the straitjacket strained against me.
However, I wasn’t completely secured just yet. It was only the tension on the strap itself that was causing the teeth of the buckle to dig in preventing my arms from pulling apart again. She was of course totally aware of that fact and after a moment to catch her breath, she threaded the end of the strap through the rest of the buckle and pulled hard. There came and loudest vriipppp yet, and with that, my fate was sealed, and I was now securely and tightly straitjacketed.