Curiosity | escape, bondage, | free straitjacket story

CHAPTER ONE

He told me to remove my clothes and wait in Examination Room 5. This was it. The requisite examination bench was in the middle of the room, but it did NOT look "standard issue". It was more like a bed, but with rails all around it, and leather straps hung from all sides. The table next to the bed was small, white, and higher than the bed. On it was a small vial labelled "Clhoroform" and a small rag, as well as a ring of keys.

If anything was more interesting than the bed, it was the wall. On it hung a assortment of bondage items that would make a BDSM freak (like me!) drool. Heavy leather hospital restraints and leather straps of all sizes were there, but the center piece was a black leather strait jacket.

The jacket literally bristled with buckles and straps. It was a "step-in" type, encasing the victim's hips and lower torso with tight black leather and making escape impossible.

Since the doctor seemed to be taking his time getting here, I took the strait jacket down to have a better look at it. It smelled wonderful. The leather was shiny and very supple, but the heavy straps told me that there would be no escaping THIS restraint. I guess that it would also be quite comfortable - it was obviously designed to restrain it's captive for long periods.

The doctor was still conspicuous in his absence. Curiousity and the lure of that soft, supple leather overruled common sense and the threat of embarassment, and I decided to try the jacket on. The nurse had told me to strip for the exam, so I was naked. The soft leather slid up my legs, and my lower body was soon encased. The strap across my butt pulled the leather tight, and crushed my rapidly-rising erection into my stomach. I slid my arms into the sleeves, and worked my shoulders into the enticing leather.

Now all I needed was someone to do up all the straps on the back, and I would be completely encased. I was right - the leather felt wonderful! I crossed my arms in front of me, trying to imagine what it would be like to be completely strapped into this supple but unyielding garment.

I heard a noise behind me. Before I could turn around, I felt strong hands grab the straps extending from my leather-clad arms, and in scant seconds I felt the strap being pulled through the buckle: I was trapped! Then, the straps on the back of the jacket were quickly and efficiently pulled tight and secured. I tried to turn to get a look at my captor, but he had a firm grip on the straps, and seemed to be an expert in putting someone in a strait jacket. I got a glimpse of his face (gorgeous!) He seemed to be almost as tall as I am. Then soft, supple leather appeared over my eyes, and I saw no more.

Once my captor had secured all the straps (including the one around my arms in front - I REALLY wasn't getting out of this one!), I was maneuvered onto the examination table. I sat down, and my legs were lifted up onto the table. Very soon I felt the hospital restraints wrapped expertly around my legs. A few tentative tugs confirmed that they were securely attached to the table. I wasn't getting off the table until he let me!

I heard his shoes click on the hard floor, and the door close behind him. I was alone again, but blindfolded, cuffed to the table, and securely wrapped in the most inescapable leather strait jacket I ever saw.

If there was anything good about my predicament, it was that I was right about how the strait jacket would feel - it was quite comfortable, and the soft, supple leather seemed to embrace my helpless body just as my arms embraced myself. The smell of the leather assailed my nostrils as I struggled against the inexorable straps. It was clear from the start that I had no hope of escape, but struggling just seemed to be the thing to do.

So I struggled. I pulled and I grunted, and I strained. I tried to grab the buckles. I tried to break the straps. The butter-soft leather answered every attempt at escape the same way: tightly, securely, and without any hope of success. Frustration grew as I fought the supple but unyielding leather. Surely nothing that felt this good could hold me this well! But all my attempts at escape were doing was to wear me out and heat me up. Finally, I lay back on the table: panting, hot, frustrated, tired, and inexorably bound in supple black leather. And horny as hell.

CHAPTER TWO

The supple leather flowing around my body held it securely in it's soft but firm embrace. It had broken me; I no longer considered the possibility of escape from it's gentle grip. The leather held in the heat of my exertions, and the heat tired me even more. My occasional squirms were from habit and frustration - the tight leather had taught me it's lesson: there's no escaping a tightly-buckled strait jacket!

What had I been thinking? How could I have tried on this leather prison? And who was that man who had so expertly captured me in it's tight grasp? he obviously knew what he was doing - I had no chance of getting loose from the minute he grabbed the leather straps on my arms. Now I was strapped securely into this irresistable restraint, unable to escape, unable to get off the table, unable to see.

"Had enough?" His voice startled me - he must have been in the room the whole time I was struggling, watching my futile attempts at escape.

"Are you convinced that you can't get free? You can't, trust me. I designed the strait jacket myself. You can't pull it over your head. You can't pull your arms out of the sleeves; they're too tight. You can't pull your arms over your head; the strap in front keeps you from doing that. And the strap holding your arms behind you goes through a D-ring in the back as well.

"I saw how the 'escape artists' got out of those cheap, canvas strait jackets, and designed one that was completely escape-proof. I know, I had to try it. I was encased in it, just like you, for hours before I gave up and concluded that there is absulutely ...NO..WAY..OUT.

"So why are you strapped up and and helpless? Well, I saw you trying it on. You must like bondage, and that's crazy, isn't it? To ENJOY being restrained? To get aroused by being helpless, completely in the power of someone? I can see by the bulge in the leather encasing your crotch that you are..." A soft hand caressed my bulge. He was right, of course: I was extremely aroused, but very embarrassed. I tried to pull away from his hand, but my leather prison made any escape impossible. I was soon bucking and moaning from his caress. Just when I would give anything for him to continue, he stopped. I almost wept with frustration. "So, you're crazy. And you know what we do with crazy people, don't you? We RESTRAIN them, so that they don't harm themselves or society. So, I strapped you into my leather pride and joy, so that you'll never escape. I'll leave you in it until you've proven that you're sane. You're not convincing my with that erection! Want to see who's captured you so completely?"

The supple leather over my eyes was removed, and I blinked in the sudden bright light of the examination room. When I could see, I could not beleive my eyes.

The man standing beside me was stunning. His blue eyes were confident and playful, his lips full, moist and smiling. And straining against what could NEVER be a regulation doctor's uniform (they normally aren't made of slippery, skintight leather, are they?) What I could see of his body promised that he looked at least as good below the table as he did above. My erection strained even more against the tight leather. "Well, the clinic is closing now, so I'll be on my way. Go ahead and struggle all you like; I know you'll still be here tomorrow, just as helpless and probably just as horny. Sleep well, and sweet dreams!" He turned to go, and I got a look at the best leather-encased ass that I've seen in a long time. Then he turned back.

"Maybe I'll give you something to dream about, eh? How about this?" He slowly ran the zipper down the front of his shining black uniform. The material peeled away, and I saw the black leather underwear he was wearing underneath. He stepped out of the uniform, and leaned over my helpless body. "Dream of this, my helpless captive!"

He kissed me. His tongue found it's way deep into my mouth, and his hand found my bulge again. Fireworks went off in several parts of me simultaneously, and I went to that place somewhere in heaven that I only visit when I'm in ecstasy. Then he stopped again. I would have given anything to wrap my arms around him, instead of myself. But the gentle but firm leather held me almost immobile. "See you in the morning!" He casually draped his slippery leather uniform over my head, and left.

I could smell his subtle body oudour in the soft, slinky material encasing my head. It was so slippery that I could not get it off my head. I shook my head, sat up, lay down (that's about all the movement my leather prison allowed!), but the slippery leather stayed wrapped around my head like a huge turban that had slipped down. Breathing became more laboured as I struggled to remove the sexy material. Finally, it slipped sensuously off my head and onto the table. I lay back into it, exhausted, frustrated, helplessly restrainted, and horny as hell.

CHAPTER THREE

I didn't sleep much. Shortly after I managed to get the sexy-smelling liquid leather off my head, the lights went out. I tried to sleep, but the smell of his body on the uniform combined with the musky smell of my leather restraints, and my thoughts wandered to my crotch. When I did doze off, my first movement would remind me that I was trapped in an inescapable leather strait jacket, helpless and unable to avoid whatever fate my gorgeous captor had in mind for me when he returned.

What if he didn't return? What if he just left me here? What if he was in an accident, and couldn't return? What if he didn't even work here at the clinic? I could be trapped here for a long time! I fought my supple but unyielding confinement again, but it was no contest; the strong leather showed no mercy, holding me in it's smooth, firm embrace. The cuffs on my legs were large, lined leather, buckled tightly and attached to a three-inch strap which was in turn buckled tightly to the table. I was expertly and completely restrained - there was no way out.

Finally, the lights came back on. It was Saturday, and the clinic was closed. Therefore, either my captivating captive had returned, or the cleaning crew were here. If the doctor had really designed the inescapable leather prison I was so expertly encased in, I think I might prefer the cleaning crew.

I heard his foot steps before he opened the door. A black leather suit now encased his body; smart enough to show off his gorgeous legs, but long enough to encase them so that the leather was strained as he walked.

"So, you weren't any more successful than I was in getting out of my little leather toy, eh? Want me to let you loose?" I answered enthusiastically in the affirmative. "Are you sure?" I was sure. "Beg me to let you loose!" What? I looked at him again. There was still playfulness in his eyes, but now something else was there as well: Command. Now the tight black leather suit made sense - he was going to Dominate today! My cock immediatly stood at attention, but fear flowed through the rest of me. The leather restraints were inescapable; he could do whatever he pleased with me, and I would be unable to resist. I begged. I pleaded. I begged some more.

"I love my men in your position: bound in leather, helpless, and completely in my control. And I see by your bulge that you enjoy being there - don't deny it! Your crotch doesn't lie! Does it?" Suddenly the playfulness was back, and his hand was back on my crotch. He was an expert in more than bondage, I was soon bucking and straining against the leather. Then he got up on the table with me. He straddled me, pinning me down and towering over me. From this angle, his crotch looked huge! He slowly worked his way up my body, and soon his naked crotch was at my mouth. "Eat! Or you'll NEVER get loose!"

I did as I was told. I ran my tongue around his member, slowly working my way along. As he began to move with desire, he sometimes sat completely on my face, cutting off my breathing. Of course, struggling was useless: the leather strait jacket held my arms, and the hospital cuffs on my ankles held my legs down. With him pinning my head to the table, I couldn't move. I desparately continued with my lips and tongue, tasting the salty fluid as he became more aroused. Finally, he started shuddering as spasms of orgasm flowed through him. He sat back on my chest, looking down on his helpless captive. "Well, I guess you deserve to be let up, at least to go to the bathroom. But you still seem to be enjoying the bondage, so I can't let you go."

He got off me, unbuckled the ankle cuffs from the bed, and helped me sit up. He released the straps in the back of the strait jacket, and bent over to undo the ankle cuffs. I saw my chance. I grabbed the bottle of cloroform from the small table, put some on the rag, and placed it over his mouth and nose. He fought very well. The leather suit didn't help him, though, and he could only hold his breath so long. I held on desparately, and slowly I felt him losing consiousness. Finally, he slumped in my arms.

I removed his leather suit and put him on the table. He was not small, but I managed to get his limp body into the leather strait jacket. I tightened the straps, pulling the leather tightly around his body until you could see his nipples. I pulled the arm-strap tight just as he was waking up. I thought I put up a struggle. I did nothing compared to him. He pulled, squirmed, tugged, and twisted in ways I didn't think possible. I was definitely glad that I knew for a fact he wasn't getting free from the leather. I would have been in serious trouble if he did.

As he struggled, I buckled the ankle restraints around his ankles and secured them to the bed. Then I sat back and watched him as he fought the tight leather that encased his firm body. His chest moved wonderfully under the leather as he struggled to get free. His nipples became more and more pronounced as the leather bondage aroused more than simple frustration in him. Finally he gave up and lay back, eshausted from his futile efforts. He looked absulutely stunning: tight black leather encasing his torso, long legs going on forever, terminated by the heavy leather hospital restraints on his ankles. I put the black patent shoes back on his feet to complete the picture. After drinking in the sight of him, I noticed the leather doctor's uniform, which had fallen to the floor. What the hell, let's see what that feels like on me... I bent down to pick it up, and when I straightened up, I felt the cloroform-soaked rag thrust over my mouth and nose. I drew a startled breath of it before I could stop myself. The room spun...

CHAPTER FOUR

I smelt the leather, combined with his oudour, before I opened my eyes. I tried a tentative tug. Yup, I was leather-bound again. But this was VERY different. I was sitting up, my arms were in front of me, something was wrapped around my waist, and someone was sitting on my lap.

I opened my eyes. I found myself looking into the beautiful blue eyes of my former captor. The playfulness was gone, replaced by a combination of fear and desire. They were VERY close. I tried to move away, but I discovered that we were chained together at the neck. We both had large leather collars on, and they were hooked together by a harness-snap. This ensured that our lips were almost touching. He was sitting on my lap. His leather-covered chest was pressed into my leather-covered chest. Apparently my new captor found another leather strait jacket to put me in, and it felt just as tight and secure as the other one, with one exception: my crotch was free. My ankles, however, found themselves in the inescapable leather hospital restraints again.

His long, legs were wrapped around my hips. His leather-cased arms were wrapped around my waist. Similarly, my arms were securely bound behind his back. I tentatively tugged at the restraints, discovering that they were secure and escape-proof. "Glad you're finally awake. No use trying to get loose; I've been trying for hours. My wrists are in cuffs locked behind your back, and locked to the D-ring in the back of your strait jacket. I guess your's are done the same way behind my back. Even if I had the key, I couldn't get loose, because the arms of this damn leather strait jacket make my hands useless. My ankles are buckled into those hospital restraints and pulled to the end of the bed. Even if I could reach them, those damn leather sleeves would prevent me from undoing them. I've been trying and trying to get loose and I've not even come close and GOD I'M HORNY!!!!"

With this, he kissed me. He kissed me hard, and long, and deep, and if I wasn't already aroused at his very accurate description of our leather bondage, his lips and tongue put me over the edge. We began moving in the bondage, not trying to escape, but to rub our bodies against each other. Rather than reducing the impact of the contact, the smooth, supple leather acted as an aphrodasiac, making the contact electric. I (or rather my cock) discovered that there was a opening in his strait jacket at the crotch. It would seem that in such an awkward position, and without the use of our hands, it would be difficult to get him arroused. But my cock seemed to have radar, and I slid in without any effort. God, was he hot and dripping! The male ego in me would like to say that I pumped for hours before climaxing, but the leather, the bondage, his sweet body writhing next to mine, his sweet tongue in my mouth - I came almost instantly. I came hard, and long, and deep. I did gain some respect, though, because he came soon after.

After we cooled down a little, we examined our situation. We were helpless. There was no way to escape the leather prison wound around us. Hospital restraints, including strait jackets, are designed to be genuinely escape-proof. His "special" leather strait jackets were completely secure - even Houdini could not escape their relentless embrace. As I said, we were helpless. His lips found mine again , and then my cock found the opening again...