Closing the Deal, part 1 | bondage story | straitjacket, gag, basement

It has been a busy few months. Not long after Jesse's birthday, we got another gift to be happy about. My K1 visa. I moved in with Jesse and her family, found a nice job in the United States and got lucky enough to find a really nice house for a reasonable price. Within 3 months, Jesse and I were married and living together.

The wedding was a normal wedding, nothing spectacular. Jesse had always hoped for a big formal wedding, but I was rather glad that it was just a small wedding without too much hassle. I know I love Jesse with all my heart and Jesse loves me with all her heart. The marriage could've waited if not for the visa requirements. But at least now things were official.

We moved our stuff over to the house, bought some furniture and we were settling nicely. All was well except that with everything that has been going on, we didn't find much time to play bondage games.

The end of Jesse's summer break was nearing. Only a week to go and finally we had some time for ourselves. Jesse and I were sitting at the dinner table, enjoying our meal. The first few times we tried to cook were very messy, but practice makes perfect and today we had put some effort into it. I had lit a couple of candles, closed the curtains and put a nice bottle of wine on the table.

While eating, we kept gazing at each other, enjoying each others company and talked. Jesse didn't say much. She was thinking and struggling with some thoughts. Eventually she talked about her thoughts. "Sweetie? Do you remember that deal we made 2 years ago where you would try to kick your Internet addiction?" Jesse said.

A grin came to my face. "You mean the one where if I succeeded, you would eventually spend 4 days in your straitjacket?" I replied. Jesse nodded quietly.

I looked deeply into her eyes. Jesse smiled playfully, and her eyes were practically sparkling green. "That's 72 hours in your straitjacket within 4 days time, if I recall our deal correctly," I said. Jesse nodded again. I grinned at her.

"I'd like to get it over with sweetie. This is my last week off before I'll be swamped with homework again for another semester and I know how much you've been looking forward to finishing our deal," Jesse said.

I thought about it. We had been talking about the 4 days in a straitjacket deal fairly often before we started living together. This was a good time to go through with it. I only saw one problem. The deal had an extra clause where if she would spend the 72 hours in her straitjacket, I would be at her mercy for 24 hours afterwards. At the time, that was a big part of the deal. Nowadays when we played, I didn't even have my safeword anymore because I couldn't help using it whenever I wanted. It enabled me to top from the bottom so we had decided to throw the safeword overboard for me. Jesse wasn't as much into restraints as I was, so she still had her safeword and her limits. But her asking for the 4 days in her straitjacket had surprised me.

That's one reason why I married her. She always manages to surprise me and isn't very predictable. "We don't really have time for the full 24 hours of you having me at your mercy afterwards though," I mentioned.

Jesse replied: "I know, and that sucks. But you will owe me those 24 hours and can make it up some other way."

We talked things over and agreed on the basic rules for Jesse's 72 hours: Within 4 days, Jesse would have to spend 72 hours in her straitjacket. Only full hours in the straitjacket count and she would have no safeword for getting out of the straitjacket. All her other limits still applied though.

I'm not sure if she realized fully what she was getting into, but it would be fun to make it happen. I don't get the opportunity to restrain her often and I was not about to let it go to waste.

After we put the dishes into the dishwasher, it was time to get started. Jesse went to the restroom while I got out her leather straitjacket and a bottle of massage oil.

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Jesse undressed and laid down on the bed while I gave her a long massage to loosen up her back, shoulders, neck and arms. While massaging, I gave her the occasional kiss in her neck to get her squirming. Jesse was getting exited and hot and within minutes we were locked in a passionate embrace.

I broke the embrace and picked up Jesse's straitjacket and held it open for her. She looked at me pleadingly. "Can I at least wear underwear and pants?" Jesse pleaded. Already she was trying to influence me.

``Sure, what would you like to wear?" I responded. That wasn't what she expected and she smiled. She looked at me and shook her head.

"You decide for me," she said. I had hoped she'd say that and got her tightest thong leotard from her wardrobe, together with a tight pair of black/blue Polo Sports leggings. She let out a small groan and put on the thong leotard.

The thong leotard was tight. Custom made out of velvety lycra in a white tiger pattern, it had long sleeves, a zipper in the back and a sturdy and almost cruel thong back. I helped Jesse with her zipper and she started plucking at the thong in order to get it as comfortable as possible.

I shifted the part covering her pussy aside and slowly pushed my finger into her sex, noticing the wetness. Jesse let out a small and happy sigh and mover her body towards my hand. I withdrew my finger and gently put two loaded ben-wa balls inside her. These balls had a small weight inside each ball, which would shift the ball whenever she moved. Jesse liked them, but not for too long, as they were torturous. She didn't complain for now and started shifting her legs a little. "Stop that sweetie!" I said and she blushed a deep red.

Jesse put on the leggings as I handed them to her. They fitted her perfectly and she looked great. With her arms outstretched, she stepped into her black leather straitjacket that I was holding out for her. I smoothed the leather and buckled up the belts in the back nice and tight. 6 straps held the straitjacket on her from her neck down to her butt. She crossed her arms across her chest and drew them through the frontal loop of her straitjacket. I buckled her sleeves behind her back as tightly as they would go, then buckled the loop around her arms in front tightly.

She flexed her arms and couldn't move them much at all. Only a slight twitching was all she could do. Finally, I buckled the two straps between her legs tightly and rechecked every strap again, making sure it was nice and tight. On by one, I locked each strap with a small padlock. Jesse was not going to get out anytime soon. We both had played with our straitjackets often enough to know that once it was strapped on properly, there was no escape.

"How are you doing my love?" I asked her.

Jesse twirled around and grinned evilly at me: "Very, very horny. Aren't you going to do something about that?"

"Make me," I teased. Jesse leaned against me, trying to push me towards our bed. I wrapped my arms around her and stepped around her, pushing her rather forcefully the bed. Straddling her, I gave her a passionate kiss on the mouth and started to nibble on her ear. She shivered in lust. "I love you so much sweetie," she whispered.

She kept squirming to try and get a little more friction from the ben-wa balls, trying to see if she could put herself over the edge. She got close, but not close enough and eventually she gave up and relaxed her body while I was still kissing and nibbling.

I rolled over to my back and lifted her so that I was underneath her and she was straddling me. With my head lying on the pillow, I gazed at her. She looked awesome. Her long hair in a ponytail hanging over her shoulder, the look of smouldering lust in her eyes, a few loose wild hairs hanging all over the place, tight and smooth leather holding her upper body and arms encased and shiny and smooth lycra covering her legs.

I smiled at her and didn't move at all and just kept staring at her. "Now what?'' she said teasingly.

"71 hours, 47 minutes and 15 seconds to go," I replied as I took a quick look at my watch. She squeezed her legs around me and struggled a little in vain in her straitjacket.

Jesse couldn't help but squirm, grinding her crotch against me in order to stimulate herself. Seeing her like this had my hormones pumping and I stood up, lifting Jesse from the bed and placing her right next to the bed, facing it. I undressed and sat down on the edge of the bed, with my dick pointing straight at Jesse's face. She knew what I wanted, opened her mouth wide and put her mouth around my cock. Gently she licked and sucked at a slow pace, bringing me near climax and skilfully keeping me right on the edge for several minutes.

I enjoyed the feeling and caressed her hair and neck with my hand, while making sure she couldn't move her head away at all. Eventually I told her to make me cum and she did a great job of that. I didn't let her move her head so that she had to swallow my cum. She grimaced slightly as she swallowed and then licked my cock clean.

Satisfied, I let go of Jesse's head and lifted her on the bed. As I wrapped my arms around her, I kissed her passionately on the mouth. Using the remote, I started the VCR to finally watch The Truman Show. It's one of the movies that Jesse does not want to see since she hates Jim Carrey. Now she wouldn't be able to do much about it.

When she saw what movie I we were going to watch, she started to protest rather loudly and complain. She shifted her position to straddle me again so I wouldn't be able to see the movie either.

"Okay sweetie. I know you don't want to see this movie, but you can either lie in my arms quietly and watch the movie with me, or I will gag you and lock you down in the basement," I told her sternly.

"You wouldn't dare!" she replied, and continued: "You know you need my permission to gag me and the basement is still a mess."

She was right of course, but I wasn't going to let that stop me. Jesse's limits are that she can't stand gags and hogties and so I can't use those on her unless she gives me permission to use them on her. The basement was not finished yet. Everything we hadn't unpacked yet was there in one part of it. The other part of the basement was bare. We had just removed the paint and the carpeting last week. The electrical wiring, ceilings and doors were done, but that was all. I had been planning on working on the two basement rooms that were to become our play area during the week, but I could handle having Jesse at my side for inspiration.

Jesse grinned as she thought she had me in a corner. "Don't say I didn't warn you. Now move out of my view and stop interrupting the movie or you'll pay," I told her.

With a big fake pout and a snarl, she climbed off of me and snuggled against me into my arm, staring defiantly at me. Within minutes, she was wriggling with her legs again in order to stimulate the ben-wa balls inside her. I tapped her thigh to motion to stop moving and got a glare in return. Two minutes later, she started squirming once again and I again motioned her to stop moving and that I was watching the movie.

"This is torture!" She spoke out another few minutes later, "I can't stand these balls inside me. Please take them out sweetie. Please?"'

"I told you to be quiet and warned you about the consequences," I said. I paused the VCR and stood up.

I took two leather belts and grabbed Jesse's left leg. I folded the leg and wrapped one belt around her thigh and ankle and buckled it tightly. I did the same with her other leg. Jesse struggled to try and kick her legs free and fought me all the way, but within seconds, her legs were both bound.

"No please, don't. I'll be quiet. Please let me go sweetie?"' Jesse pleaded, using her cute puppy dog eyes on me to soften me up. I looked at her and sat back down on the bed again.

"Just this once I'll let it slide. But now you're doubly warned. One move or one sound and it's the gag and basement for you," I growled playfully at her.

She whispered so that I could barely hear it... "Sucker..." and asked, "Please untie my legs so I can watch the movie with you sweetie." In my right hand, I took the ballgag that was lying on the bed stand and I rolled over, kissing Jesse deeply on the mouth. I wrapped my left hand around her head and continued the kiss. Jesse closed her eyes and enjoyed the kiss. As I moved my head away, I held the ball against her lips and strapped the gag tightly against her face. She immediately closed her mouth and tried to keep the ball out of her mouth. I lifted her shoulders off the bed with the hand that was holding on to the straps and gently pulled her head back by her ponytail With the other hand, forcing her head backwards until she cried out and the ball slipped into her mouth.

I pulled the straps tightly and locked the buckle with a padlock. Jesse was furious and glared at me. She tried to talk and yell but only a muffled and unrecognisable stream of mutterings left her mouth. I kissed her on the lips and said, "I love you sweetie, but you were warned. No matter how much of a sucker I am, you're in trouble. Now stop making noise and don't move and I might have some mercy on you."

Jesse didn't stop and continued to try and make as much noise as she could and tried to hit me with her knees. I stood up and put the helpless girl over my shoulder. She struggled, but could only move her legs a little and couldn't prevent me from carrying her downstairs to the furthest room in the basement. I flipped on the light switch, opened the door to the empty room and put Jesse down on the floor in the middle of the room. The floor wasn't dirty, but it was rough.

After I gave her a kiss, I told her that I would be back after the movie. Jesse howled into her gag, as she didn't want to be left alone in the basement like this. "Don't say I didn't warn you sweetie," I said as I closed the door and flipped the light switch to off, leaving her in the dark.

I felt guilty as hell while I was watching the movie. Jesse wasn't used to a gag so the 90 minutes were probably very difficult for her. But there was so much time left to keep her in her straitjacket. If I went soft on her now, she'd only call me a sucker again. I wanted to prove to myself that I could resist those begging eyes and her complaining. Recalling how she had gone overboard on keeping me gagged and restrained for her birthday, I felt a little more at ease.

The movie wasn't all that good as I couldn't concentrate enough to really watch it.

Meanwhile, Jesse was squirming and struggling in the dark. Those balls were getting more and more annoying and less and less arousing but she still couldn't help herself but struggle. She bit down hard on the gag, trying to see if she could somehow bite through it. She fought against the leather of the straitjacket in the hope it might somehow give in. And her legs fought against the leather belts holding them folded. The struggling fanned the flames of arousal given to her by the balls and the thong leotard.

She was mad. She was very angry that I blatantly ignored her limits like this. She started thinking about revenge and making me pay for it. She wanted out of her restraints and wanted to make me pay. She swore to herself that she would never let me restrain her again.

The thong was getting more and more annoying by the minute and she just couldn't stop squirming. The cold floor, the dark, the tight restraints, the squirming... It was so frustrating, yet arousing in a way.

As time slowly passed, the anger made place for feelings of fear. What if she would be left in here like this? What if something happened to me? What if a friend popped by? What if the house was on fire? Slowly, instead of being angry with me, she wanted me to return. She needed me to get out. The dark and eerie silence was getting on her nerves more and more.

As her fear, frustration and desperation built up, she continued to squirm and struggle with all her might. Finally, a wave of panic washed over her and almost at the same time, an orgasm followed. The orgasm slowly subsided, as did her panic. She relaxed a little and calmed down. Bill won't leave me here long. He knows I can't handle a gag and that I'm a little claustrophobic. He'll be here soon...

Calmer, she continued to squirm and struggle a little and managed to calm down. She decided to try and sleep in order to pass the time. She was proud of being able to sleep under almost any circumstance so she wasn't going to let her current predicament stop her.

It was a frustrating hour, but eventually she started to drift off into a restless sleep, filled with nasty dreams. The wine she had earlier helped making her sleep a little more solid and after tossing and turning for another 15 minutes, she was soundly asleep.

When I finally went downstairs after the movie was done, I opened the door carefully and looked in on her. When I saw she was asleep, I felt a little better. She wasn't doing too badly, which gave me the time to prepare another surprise. With a marker, I marked several points near where she was lying on her back. On both sides of her neck, right above her head, next to her upper arms, on both sides of her waist and right below her crotch.

I then unlocked the ball gag from her head and released her legs. It wasn't long before her legs slowly stretched out in her sleep. I marked on the floor where her legs ended before I carefully picked her up and took her upstairs to the bed.

I was very careful and gentle, but still it amazed me that Jesse didn't wake up while I carried her around. Once I put her down on the bed, I went back to the basement and got out my tools. I drilled holes in the cement at all the places I had marked earlier and screwed big eyebolts into each hole. Then I took an old mattress we were going to throw out and cut openings in it for the eyebolts so I could place it on the cement floor, with the eyebolts sticking through it.

When I was done, I joined Jesse in bed. I gazed at her while I was falling towards dreamland. She looked so peaceful...

Jesse woke up and rolled over. Her jaw and legs were a little stiff, but that was nothing compared to the cramps in her arms. She struggled in her straitjacket, trying to flex the muscles in her arms. She looked at the alarm clock. 3:26 AM. She looked at me as I was dreaming peacefully.

She remembered falling asleep while she was locked in the basement while gagged. The gag was gone and she could move her legs. She was glad I had removed those restraints. She shivered at the thought of how she'd feel right now had she still been trussed up in the basement like she was earlier.

She thought about her time in her straitjacket so far. About 7 hours so far. 10% passed. She thought about the events so far. Already one of her limits had been broken and things were not turning out the way Jesse thought they would go. She looked at me again and decided not to wake me up. After fighting her straitjacket a little more, she tried to go to sleep again. She managed for about 45 minutes. The cramps wouldn't let her sleep. She flexed and struggled to work the cramps down. The thong and the crotch straps of the straitjacket were digging into her flesh and were starting to hurt badly as well. She let out a small groan and stared at me. She really didn't want to wake me up and tried to relax and not concentrate on the feeling of the ben-wa balls inside her, her very stiff arms and the thong and straps.

At 6 AM, she rolled against me, trying to nudge me awake. She kept bugging me until I woke up. When I opened my eyes, a smile came to my face. "How are you doing sweetie?" I asked her.

"Please let me out Bill. I hurt all over and I need to pee."

"What do I get if I let you out now?" I asked her.

"No pee in the bed and I just might forgive you for gagging me last night," she replied with a snarl.

I grabbed my key ring and unlocked all padlocks, then unstrapped Jesse's straitjacket. Jesse sped off towards the restroom and returned a couple of minutes later, without the thong leotard. She only wore her leggings and was working the kinks out of her arm muscles, stretching and flexing as she sat down on the bed. She had also gotten rid of the ben-wa balls. As she lay down on her stomach, I straddled her and massaged her shoulders and arms.

"You're doing great sweetie, 9 hours so far in your straitjacket. How long of a break are you going to take now?" I asked her.

"9 hours? We started at 8:15 PM last night. It's now 6:15 AM. That's 10 hours," she replied.

"Nope. Only full hours in your straitjacket count, remember? I let you out of your straitjacket at 6:05 AM and it was 8:20 PM by the time your straitjacket was locked on you yesterday. That's 9 hours, 45 minutes, which counts as 9 hours."

"Damn," Jesse cursed. "This is nasty. Ah... that hits the spot. Please continue sweetie... I was so pissed off when you gagged me, I vowed to make you pay for that."

"And how were you planning to make me pay?" I asked.

Jesse grinned: "That's for me to know and for you to find out."

Jesse and I talked about her experiences, how she felt and what she expected and how things were different while I continued to massage her. She confessed that she had been scared when she was helpless and alone in the basement. We also discussed the gag more thoroughly and Jesse confessed that in a way, being forced to wear the gag was humiliating and nasty, but also exciting. She asked me not to go too far with bending her limits like that though and threatened that paybacks were hell.

We joked around a little and a few minutes later, we were wrestling on the bed naked, which ended in passionate lovemaking. During sex, I fondled and stroked and nibbled her breasts, ears and clitoris. That's one thing I wish we had thought about when we ordered our leather straitjacket. Tit flaps. It sucked that while she was helplessly restrained in her straitjacket that I couldn't tease her nipples all that much. As hot as we both were, it wasn't long before we snuggled together in the afterglow of a matching set of great orgasms.

While laying entwined on the bed, I gave her a passionate kiss on the mouth and asked her when she'd get back into the straitjacket. Smiling, she rolled over and picked up her straitjacket from the floor and handed it to me. "Please put me back in sweetie. I want to fulfil my promise to you and make those 72 hours," she said and stood up for a quick cleanup and a restroom break. I yelled behind her, asking her what she wanted to wear this time. She didn't reply until she got back into the bedroom and held her arms outstretched for her straitjacket. "Nude will do fine my love," she grinned.

Once again, I smoothened the leather of her straitjacket against her skin as I strapped her in tightly and securely. Again I locked every buckle with a padlock.

She sat down at the dinner table while I made us breakfast. As I fed her breakfast in small pieces, we joked around and I threatened her about just how much she was at my mercy and she asked me what the worst was that I could do. I threatened her with the ball gag, the leather hood and locking her back down in the basement for the remainder of her 72 hours. She laughed out loud. "You would NEVER do that to me sweetie. You wouldn't want to hurt your little Jesse," she mocked in a childish voice.

"Don't tempt me sweetie," I responded with as much evil as I could manage in my voice.

"You couldn't do that. You have to obey my limits and I have my safeword. And you could never keep me restrained that long. You'd be too worried," she said after some thinking.

"You only asked me not to bend your limits too far. But since you've already been gagged, that's not a valid limit anymore. And you vowed to make me pay anyway. How much worse could things get for me? I know you can easily breathe through the hood so I'm not worried about that either. The question is, do you dare me to do this to you? Are you THAT certain that you know me well enough to say that I can't keep you restrained that nastily for that long?" was my answer.

"If you even seriously consider doing that to me for that long, you will pay far more than you can handle. Don't test me. I know you wouldn't be able to keep me in for that long, but I don't want to try and find out," Jesse blurted out.