Strait Jacket Novels & Stories

Myself included. Jaykob is wearing a three-piece suit for the first time in his life. His hair is slicked back instead of the usual mess it is. His tattooed hands are clean, his nails buffed, and he actually accessorized today. Instead of his usual self-rolled cigarette, there's a cigar between his lips. It smells really pretty. He doesn't look like the brother I grew up with. He's taking his Alpha role seriously.

I nodded my head as I told him that I had been instructed to kneel down and follow instructions. Father Bobby commended me on my ability to learn quickly and indicated that I kneel in front of him as he sat in his chair. I complied and knelt as he instructed me on what the next few days would entail. I would be fitted with the school uniform consisting of a white jockstrap, black dress shoes, white socks, gray dress pants, a white dress shirt, a black tie, and a gray sports jacket. I asked why we had to wear a jockstrap and he informed me that it was a traditional fetish undergarment for gay men, so until we proved ourselves to no longer be sinful and full of depraved urges, we would all wea

"Vacate the coordinate! My system demands an immediate return to my residence!" The exact millisecond my spine achieved a partial vertical alignment as I attempted to scramble from the bedding, Mr. Jefri unleashed a violent downward thrust, detonating my shoulder blades flat against the mattress once more. He dropped his knees to anchor a dominant, locked stance directly straddling the perimeter of my thighs, his fingers moving with practiced, mechanical speed to loosen the knot of his necktie before callously discarding his high-grade tailored suit jacket onto the flooring. "Banish the delusion that your frame will be permitted to execute an evacuation from this sector so easily."

Nahlela Today is the first day I was meeting up with Mr “sex on heels” so I have to dress to make a statement. I was going to a football field so I definitely had to dress in a sporty outfit and going to the office and then passing home to change would be a waste of time. I thought of putting on the Chelsea Jersey I used as my sports attire when I was in the university, but it was too obvious. I thought of putting on my pink tied together sweatpants with its matching no sweat crop top but decided against it. After trying different outfits, I settled for my puma classics black and pink tracksuit with black and white vans.

Together, they got the outfit they were looking for. Cherry settled for an Angelina Jolie attire once she laid her eyes on it. It made her happier that the wear was a pair. They were looking so sexy; she couldn't bring herself to ignore them. It was a red strappy wear that looked almost like a bikini but made with leather. It was strapped down the leg like pantyhose. "Absolutely not," Ixora said, shaking her head, "It looks slutty. Like a stripper's wear."

“The clothes must merely frame the asset, not distract from it. Ensure the waistcoat is tight enough. We do not want any hint of sloppiness when the photos are taken.” The asset. That’s all I am in this suit. A piece of expensive architecture, built to stand next to Serena and symbolize the merging of fortunes. This tux is the uniform of my imprisonment, and every careful stitch is just a tighter knot in the rope around my neck. I can barely breathe, and it has nothing to do with the waistcoat being too tight. Antoine delicately adjusted the cuff of the jacket, his hands brushing my wrist. “Perfectly balanced, sir. The jacket falls precisely as it should. Now, just a moment for the mirror.”

- and a wide chest. He wore light jeans that showed his manly thighs – he obviously worked out – a dark, well-cut suit, a white shirt with an open collar and a loose tie that compelled him a masculine stripped air. The strap of his backpack went through his wide chest. It should be coming from work at that moment.

“You are soaked. You must be freezing.” Florence hesitated, her hands trembling slightly from the cold and from everything that was inside her head. She stared down at her damp clothes, her mind racing with thoughts of her own vulnerability. The stranger, sensing her hesitation, gently placed the jacket around her shoulders. The warmth of the fabric was a comforting contrast to the cold she had been feeling. The oversized jacket enveloped her, providing a sense of security and protection.

It will show him more powerful. It was a beautiful dress. The upper black portion will hug the torso tight and then run lose down her waist as a red skirt. Since the dress was strapless and rather had low cut back, Lola added a red jacket to not only hide the skin but also proof of that horrible accident. The sleeves of that simple yet expensive jacket ended down the elbows.

Every detail seems perfectly tailored to accentuate his strong physique and charismatic presence. The fabric of the tuxedo is a rich, deep shade of midnight blue, capturing the essence of sophistication and refinement. Its satin lapels gleam under the light, adding a touch of luxury to the ensemble. The jacket fits him like a second skin, emphasizing his broad shoulders and tapering down to a trim waist. A crisp, white dress shirt peeks through the jacket's lapels, the fabric immaculately pressed. The collar is perfectly aligned, framing his strong jawline and emphasizing his confident posture. A simple black bowtie rests at the center of his collar, adding a touch of timeless charm.