Strait Jacket Novels & Stories

I will try it on now, just to test. No shirt. Skin against velvet. The jacket hugs my shoulders, the trousers sit low on my hips. The open collar reveals the hollow of my throat. I fastened the thin black leather collar next, barely a centimeter wide, soft suede lining, small silver O-ring at the front hidden under the shirt fabric when buttoned. It sits snug. Not choking. Just a present. A constant whisper against my pulse. I look in the mirror. A stranger stares back, elegant, dangerous, collared.

he wanted an ornament that smiled on command and kept her mouth shut. "It's... very modest," Maya said carefully, holding it out for me. "It's a fucking straitjacket with pearl buttons, Maya," I said, standing up. The room gave a small, familiar wobble, but I steadied myself against the edge of the mattress. "Help me get into the damn thing." When we were done, I stood in front of the full-length mirror. The dress fit perfectly, of course. Daniel made sure of that. I looked like a pristine, delicate doll wrapped up in silk...innocent, helpless, and completely controlled... Hell fucking no!!

Draped over his broad shoulders was a sleek, charcoal grey jacket, impeccably fitted to accentuate his masculine frame. Beneath the jacket, a crisp white dress shirt hugged his torso. The shirt's collar, perfectly pressed and secured with a silver tie pin, framed his chiselled jawline, adding a touch of refinement to his already distinguished presence. His pants, a matching shade of charcoal grey, hung effortlessly from his waist, tailored to perfection and embracing his legs with precision. Overall, this man epitomized timeless style and sophistication, leaving an indelible impression on all who had the privilege of witnessing his debonair presence in formal attire.

"I'm starting a fan club! The 'Global Brother-in-Law Fan Association'! And I'm the president!" Catherine and Marcus exchanged a look of weary amusement. The tension had been broken, albeit in the most chaotic way imaginable. Later, as the hour of the duel approached, the house fell quiet once more. Catherine found Jack in the master bedroom, where he was fastening the last buckle on a sleek, dark combat suit. It was woven from a silver alloy, light but incredibly durable, designed by a specialized division of Sterling Industries. She didn't plead with him to be careful. She knew words like that were meaningless now. Instead, she walked over to him, her expression one of regal resolve.

We're all bunch of shits anyways. I walked into the bedroom, the wooden floor cold against my bare feet. My uniform, pressed and freshly laundered, hung from a hook on the back of the door. The dark velvet fabric, adorned with patches, seemed to weigh heavier with each step I took toward it. My fingers moved automatically as I dressed, buttoning and straightening until everything was perfectly in place. The starched collar felt tight around my neck, the cuffs constricting my wrists. The uniform was a straightjacket, confining me in more ways than one.

Javier Ambroz made sure to get me lots of the clothes, with the damned excuse that I was out of fashion. He made me wear one of the clothes, a long Korean style jacket with some scarf. There was also something scholars used back then. He called it sun glasses, shuffling my hair, when I held his hand, “That’s the last inch of my pride.” I stated, with a serious look. “Oh, common…” Ambroz groaned out, letting it go.

I didn't care to open it, I just had a feeling that Kaiden would have need of them. I removed my suit and put the documents on my shirt and strapped it close. The shirt I wore inside my suit, had four straps. Two stretched diagonally to the opposite side, while two stretched horizontally in the middle, creating a bisection, and I placed the two documents carefully inside the strap. Then I proceeded to look for the documents that was of great concern to me.

I stood from my seat, speaking to no one in particular as I straightened my black jacket. The jacket itself was another annoyance. It was itchy and uncomfortable, suffocating, unlike my fighting leathers. The gold embellishments were also tacky. Everything about this was restricting. But in a world of royals, you dressed nice, smiled when necessary and only showed the people what they wanted to see.

She got to the end of the aisle, and then stepped out of it, joining the other guests. Jake walked down the aisle next in a white tuxedo jacket and trousers made with high quality wool. It had a single-breasted design, featuring a satin peak lapel that gracefully widened as it approached the shoulders. There was a white satin pocket square elegantly peeking from the welt pocket and adding a touch of refinement to the ensemble. The jacket's silhouette was tailored to perfection, creating a slim, flattering fit that accentuated Jake's physique. The shoulders were softly padded for a refined structure, and the sleeves tapered elegantly towards the wrists.

His face straightened and he stiffened, stepping away from Shaun and dropping his hand from her arm. She looked over her shoulder and caught sight of Jozef, making his way through a crowd of people toward her. She turned to watch him approach, absorbing everything about him. His long graceful steps, smooth and confident. He was wearing tailored suit pants but instead of a suit jacket he was wearing his leather jacket. The collar was open at his tattooed throat and he wore no tie. She couldn't help herself, her gaze trailed up and down his body, lingering on his strong hands and the cords of his throat, where the tiny scar became visible as he approached.