Straitjacket Bondage Stories
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Straitjacket Bondage Stories
Well, you asked for my story and I have spent a few days typing it out. Unfortunately I'm not a very good writer but if you care to read it I will explain how a straitjacket entirely changed my life for the better and I am very grateful to the Posey Company who made the garment that accomplished this.
I was born in Romania into a poor family and was abandoned by them when very young. Boys are more popular than girls like me because they can find work more easily. Later I lived with another family that were kind to me but when I was about eight or so, I was given over to an orphanage (I think because the authorities there then decided I didn't belong to them and that the government could do a better job). I remember being very good at school and learned to speak English from a woman at the orphanage who had lived in England and she was very kind to me. Later the Government led by Nicolae Ceausescu fell and many orphanages throughout Romania were shown to the western world. Being one of the English speaking children, I was often asked to show wealthy Europeans and Americans around in the hopes that the children would be adopted. This is how I met a wonderful English couple who really seemed to like me and eventually I became adopted myself. I was thus almost 11 years old when I first arrived in England and have fortunately been able to purge most of the unpleasant memories of my early life in the country of my birth.
I loved England from the very beginning. Everyone was very friendly and my new parents spoiled me quite badly. Back then my adopted family was quite wealthy since my father was a successful barrister. Unfortunately only two years after I arrived he was killed in a car accident leaving my Mom and me not so well off. Soon my mother had to go back to her old career and she began working long hours as a psychiatric nurse and through necessity I became a latch-key kid. My mother always regretted it but she had little choice. Because I was then having to fend somewhat for myself I suppose I got in with the wrong crowd at school and by the time I was a teenager I was becoming quite a handful for my adopted mom.
My story concerning straitjackets really started when I was about eighteen. Things came to a head when mother found marijuana in my room. Mother challenged me about it when I came home from school and there was a big fight and I started to throw one of my wild tantrums. Mother had never hit me or really ever disciplined me seriously up until that time so I thought she had lost it when she dragged me into her bedroom by my hair. I screamed and cried but mom apparently knew how to handle someone out of control. She twisted one arm behind my back, opened her wardrobe door and grabbed something and started wrapping it around me. As I tried to push it away she slapped me once hard across the face and I was so shocked that I didn't realize what she was doing until she was behind me fastening straps, having successfully pushed my arms down the sleeves of a jacket. Once the back was done up she passed my arms through a central loop on my chest and it was then that I realized that the sleeves had no openings at the ends but just trailed long straps from them instead. Before I knew what was happening she had the sleeve straps buckled behind me which caused my arms to be folded tight across my chest. Then she pulled another strap from the front of the jacket up through my crotch, fastening it also very tight behind me.
She didn't stop there but pushed me face down on the bed and then grabbed some more straps from her wardrobe. Two of these were connected together by a short piece of chain and she buckled each one around my ankles. Finally she dragged me by the hair off of the bed, out of her room and back to my own bedroom. I could only take little steps because of the ankle straps and she half dragged me over to my bed and threw me down on it. Her last action was to loop another strap between my now hobbled ankles and the foot of the bed frame. She then told me she had had absolutely quite enough of me and that I could scream and shout all I wanted but that I was going to stay in my room that night. Finally she stormed out of my room, slamming the door behind her.
I suppose I was really freaked out. Mom had almost never even yelled at me and as far slapping me, well my face still stung. I was so angry I was beside myself and I kicked and struggled and yelled and screamed demanding to be released. I suppose it was fortunate that our house was relatively isolated and no body could hear me. I put up a magnificent fight against the straitjacket but I was wasting my time. Mother had made the straps extremely tight, I could only move my arms a couple of inches so all I did was get very tired and hot. I suppose after about 20 minutes (it seemed much longer) I was utterly exhausted and I began to feel very sorry for myself. I stopped struggling and stopped shouting (my throat had become very dry) and laid back under the absolute control of this jacket. I cried and cried, eventually crying myself to sleep and I began to dream that I was caught in quicksand and then later, locked in a padded room.
I didn't know then how long I slept but from later experience I would guess it was probably only about half an hour because I awoke with a terrible cramp in my shoulders. My arms ached dreadfully and I was sure I couldn't breath. My chest and shoulders felt as though they were on fire and I couldn't move to get any relief. However almost before I could even cry out my Mom came back into the room. She looked at me with sorrow in her eyes and asked me if I could behave for a little bit.
I nodded but didn't say anything and she then rolled me on my tummy and loosened the straps holding my arms. She didn't un-strap them but loosened them just enough that I could at least move my arms back and forth in the sleeves. Also my shoulders were no longer pulled forward and just moving them back greatly relieved my discomfort. I asked her to remove it but she told me that she would only release me when she herself went to bed. That it was my punishment for the night and that she wasn't going to argue about it. She asked me if I wanted a drink of water and when I told her I did she went and fetched a glass and the held me upright and put the glass to my lips while I drank. I do remember feeling quite relaxed while she held me in her arms while I drank the water. When I had had enough she laid me back down carefully and then left the room before I could argue further.
With my arms loosened up I felt the fire in my arms and shoulders start to fade and so I just laid there unable to move or even roll off of the bed. I couldn't read a book, or even get to my remote TV controller – all I could do was lay there, roll a little from side to side and think about what my friends would be doing that night without me. Several times I heard the phone rang. Although previously I had always answered it (nearly all the calls were for me) I heard Mom pick it up, say a few words then hang up. This made me feel even more miserable, knowing my friends were calling me and having fun while I was trussed up like a sack of potatoes unable to even tell them of my plight.
Eventually, after what seemed an eternity but was probably only another hour, Mom came back to my room and asked me if I needed the bathroom. I didn't but thought that this would be my chance for her to take it off of me since I couldn't go to the bathroom while strapped up like that. She undid the belt fastening my ankles to the foot of the bed, and then she supported me while I hobbled to the bathroom, where she undid my crotch strap and took down my shorts. She then guided me to the toilet seat, holding the crotch strap clear and stayed in the bathroom while I peed. After finishing I again asked her to release me but she told me that the subject was not open to discussion, and she re-fastened the crotch strap just as tight as before. Again when I got back to the bedroom she made me lie on the bed and refastened the belt connecting my ankles to the foot of the bed.
She again closed the door and I was left to be bored to death looking at my frightfully uninteresting ceiling. I suppose I slept some more or at least daydreamed. As I will explain later I have spent many long hours in the confinement of a straitjacket and invariably find my mind goes wandering off. Usually the time passes slowly to start with but suddenly you find that hours have gone by.
Sometime later Mom came back and undid the strap connecting my ankles to the bed. She helped me up and supported me while I waddled to her bedroom where she gently placed me on the bed. Hers was a large bed and came and sat on it with me. She asked me if I was prepared to listen quietly while she talked to me. By now all the fight had left me and as I listened to her she gradually placed my head in her lap.
She told me how disappointed she was in me, yet blamed herself for not being around more often. She told me that this would soon now change because my adopted fathers father had died leaving a rather large estate to both Mom and me so she was expecting to be able to give up her job and we would be moving to a large house in another county. She would soon be able to spend much time with me and be around for me though I would have to go to a new school. She would no longer take it easy on me and I would have tasks to do at home. I was no longer going to have the time to play around and that my school work would now take priority. She said I probably wouldn't like the new regime but that was too bad. She would not tolerate any disobedience and from now on I could be expected to be "grounded" for the rest of the year. Finally she told me that the new school I should be starting after the holidays was a smallish private school where I would be required to wear a uniform.
Naturally I was horrified by all this yet somehow snuggling up to Mom on her bed, with my head in her lap seemed to make it all right. I suppose I was very tired from all the struggling in the straitjacket but just laying there all trussed up was somehow reassuring.
We then talked about all sorts of things including school, my friends, about the marijuana, how long I had had it and many other topics. She seemed more sorrowful and disappointed than angry and somehow this made me feel even worse. The fighting was now all out of me and I just listened for a while and then told her how sorry I was. Eventually she yawned, kissed me on the forehead and then started unbuckling the jacket. Finally she released my ankles and led me back to bed where she waited for me to shower (I really needed it), brush my teeth and hair, put my pajamas on then she tucked me into bed and kissed me goodnight.
I slept very soundly that night and Mom didn't say anything the next morning about the night before. I seem to recall an uneventful day at school except that I had to dodge my friends to avoid telling them about the previous night. However I was a little shocked when I got home to find mother already home cooking dinner. She made me do my homework before we ate then she sent me upstairs to my room and told me to change into the clothes on the bed. Curious I went upstairs and was shocked to find my pajamas already laid out. Before I could do anything Mom followed me into the room and told me to get changed. In her right hand I saw that she was holding the straitjacket. She told me that I didn't have any choice in the matter and that I could choose the easy way or the hard way. She told me that she had handled much tougher patients than me over many years and that if she had to force me into the pajamas and straitjacket she would buckle my arms up so tight that they would be on fire within 30minutes, just like the previous night before she loosened the sleeve straps. However she promised that if I cooperated she would allow me enough slack such that the straitjacket would not be constricting allowing enough movement to work my arms to prevent the stiffness I had experienced the previous night.
Looking back on it now I believe that subconsciously I wanted to be strapped up again however I used the excuse of being scared to experience that fire in my shoulders again to submit to her wishes. I changed into my pajamas quickly and held my arms out so Mom could easily place the sleeves over them and quickly buckle me in. Again she had me place my arms through the center chest loop of the (what I later found out was a) Posey straitjacket and she took the sleeve straps through the side loops and buckled them behind my back – this time leaving enough slack so that I could work my arms back and forth to relieve the tension in my shoulders. She didn't forget the crotch strap which dangled from the front of the jacket. Standing behind me she simply reached for it between my legs pulled it up behind me and buckled it tightly putting significant pressure on my crotch.
Next she placed the padded leather cuffs on my ankles and finally used the leather strap to secure them to the foot of my bed. She smiled at me and told me that she was pleased that I had accepted my punishment this time without a fight and that there might be hope for me yet. Before she closed my door she told me that she would be back in a couple of hours to check up on me to see if I needed the bathroom. I then heard the click of the door and her footsteps going down the stairs.
After she left I started to feel really good inside – especially that special place between my legs. Just wriggling around I felt the crotch strap rub against me and became very turned on. The more I struggled the better it got and soon I was in the midst of a wonderful orgasm that caused me to buck hard on the bed. I jerked and jerked around till I was completely spent. I felt wonderful. I rested for a while then started struggling again. Very soon, I had worked myself into another monstrous orgasm and I was both thrilled and surprised. While I rested up, I wondered why I hadn't felt this way the previous night but the more I thought about it I began to realize that I probably had but that I had been so angry and confused that I had never let it develop.
A mild ache had started in my arms and shoulder but because Mom hadn't strapped my arms as tight as that first time last night, I was able to move position and this relieved the ache before it became unpleasant. Before long I was struggling then orgasming again. This resting and then exertion continued for several more cycles each time finishing in an orgasm but then I began to tire and I fell into a warm peaceful sleep.
It was dark when I was awakened by mom who said my punishment was over for the night. She said she had looked in on me several times but that I appeared to be peacefully sleeping and she hadn't wanted to disturb me. She un-strapped my ankles and then the straitjacket and found myself rather wishing that she would leave me in the jacket for the night. However before I said anything stupid she told me that she had decided to put me in the jacket tomorrow and every night remaining in the week and I was not to make any plans for the weekend because she was going to make me spend eight hours on each of Saturday and Sunday. After that she told me she hoped she would never have to punish me again, but that she would keep the jacket handy in case I ever disobeyed her again.
I told her that I was sorry for my behavior and that I would try to be better in future and that I wouldn't try to resist my straitjacket punishment, though I did ask her to keep the straitjacket a secret between us. As she took the straitjacket back to her room I found myself anxiously anticipating the following evening when I would get to experience its warm embrace again.
For the rest of the week I avoided my normal school friends and hurried home each evening to begin my "punishment" that was actually no longer a punishment, but a treat that I looked forward to. I had to stop myself at school from daydreaming about feeling Mom strap me into it and I started thinking of the weekend when Mom had promised to confine me for eight hours a day. I didn't know if I could stand the boredom of eight hour in a straitjacket, unable to move even my ankles but I did know I was looking forward to it with great enthusiasm.
Each night when I arrived home I had to pretend that I really hated the jacket and was just acting obediently to Mom's commands to dress in my PJ's after evening meal and hold out my arms while she placed the straitjacket on me. It was very hard not to show my excitement as she turned me around and I felt my freedom slipping away as she tightened all the straps into their buckles. She never again over tightened my arms but she always finished with the ankle hobbles and then looped a strap through my ankles to the foot of the bed. I always waited until she left to begin my jerking around that always brought me so quickly to orgasmic delight.
On Saturday I almost couldn't wait until two-o'clock in the afternoon when Mom had me dress in my pajamas and strapped me up. I needn't have worried about boredom. After multiple orgasms I fell into a relaxed and peaceful sleep and when Mom came into my room to let me pee and then later came into to just talked to me I found myself well rested, relaxed and not at all like the bitch I had been at the beginning of the week. Even Mom mentioned the change in my behavior and assumed that I didn't want to be straitjacketed any more and so was behaving well out of a fear of extra punishment.
I asked her about the straitjacket and she told me of their uses in the hospital where she worked. She told me that they were rarely used anymore but that for many years after her initial training they had been very useful in calming violent patients and that she herself had witnessed, repetitive use of the straitjacket of a period of a few weeks had brought about remarkable changes in her patients. Although they had initially struggled (much like I had the first time) they soon calmed down and would later accept the jacket almost willingly. She did tell me however that there had been bad cases where untrained and very mean hospital staff had tightened the jackets on the patients so much that they screamed in agony after only two hours. She told me that that first day she had deliberately over tightened my sleeve straps to make me aware of what a terrible punishment it could have been (and might be in the future if I ever messed with drugs again) but she had carefully watched the clock and had loosened me within the first hour.
She said that in her training many years before, she had had to experience a day in a straitjacket in a padded room and that they had fastened her sleeve straps extremely tightly at first till she could hardly breathe. Within only 30 minutes she had been in agony and had screamed and begged at the door of the cell to be released. After an hour they had released her and this had effectively demonstrated how easy it was to abuse a patient and how all patients should be monitored for discomfort. After resting her, the nursing supervisor had then strapped her back in the straitjacket this time with much more slack in the arms and had then locked her back in the padded cell. This time they kept her locked up for 24 hours except to go to the toilet and there was a short period of half an hour where she was let out still jacketed so that one of her colleagues, another nursing student, could feed her. This confinement was to show that a patient could indeed withstand a properly applied jacket for a long period of time and she had experienced how calming it could be.
She told me that they taught her how to manage violent patients safely and how to force them into straitjackets and
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