Strait Jacket Novels & Stories

After drying his hair with a towel and coming out, he felt more awake and ready to tackle any obstacles the day could present. After putting on his clothes, he stopped to adjust his tie in front of the mirror, using his fingers to make a perfect knot. The charcoal-gray suit was expertly fitted, projecting refinement and power. The material, a delicate combination of wool and cashmere, had a slight shine that reflected light perfectly, hinting at both sophistication and usefulness. The jacket had a tailored fit, not rigid, showcasing sharp, tidy lines highlighting his shoulders and narrowing at the waist, forming an attractive shape.

I will not allow even this small defiance. I retrieve the jacket from where it lies in a crumpled heap, straightening the fabric and forcing myself into its confines once more. The sleeves are too long, the shoulders too wide, but I know the dimensions will return to normal if I can just hold on long enough, if I can just force my bones to comply with the limitations of this form.

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he said sternly and I tried to stop laughing while he glared at me with the jacket still in his hand. “I’m giving this jacket to you because I want to Jenny so let me wear it for you” he insisted and I saw he was serious about it so I decided to let him have his way. I turned my back to him while he held the jacket up to place it on my shoulders but then one strap of my dress slipped from my shoulder and I quickly pulled it back up in a panic and waited for him to wear me the jacket but then he didn’t and I turned around to know why, only to see him staring at me with wide shocked eyes and I couldn’t help but wonder why he was looking so frozen and shocked. I waved in his face to be sure he

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.

“Where have you been?” “I went to see…” Harithen dropped to his knees, straddling Thaelen’s hips, the covers between them, trapping Thaelen’s achingly hard c-ck against the fabric without seeming to notice that he did so. Harithen scraped his fingers through the tangle of his hair, tossing the weight of it back. He wore a shirt, without it’s trimmings - there was no necktie to close its throat, no cuff links to its sleeves, the lace was torn, sheared off in places, and it’s length and cut was unfashionable for Estreau – a significant detail considering Harithen’s previous relationship to the fashion of the country.

I imagined it was how one would walk when wearing a burlap sack instead of the expensive fabric they had on. The largest of the group donned a suit made for a member of the royal family, but the large sword strapped to his back caught my eye, and from the growl that Tobias let out, it also caught his. The faded leather strap holding his sheath on clashed sharply with the fine black material of his suit jacket. Only one held his head with pride, a smirk on his face as he strolled through the room, dipping his head to every lady he passed. He was trouble even without a weapon, and I narrowed my eyes at him.

XERXES I shifted in my seat, suppressing a groan as my fingers drummed against the polished arm of the chair. Gold embroidery gleamed on the sleeves of my ceremonial jacket, catching the dim candlelight, while the heavy, royal-blue fabric weighed on my shoulders like a boulder. This suit was made to command attention, crafted from the finest velvet and adorned with intricate golden designs that reflected my family’s standing. But right now, it felt like a straitjacket.

Like her, he didn't wear anything to add scent to his body, so it was just Cage. "You need help with that? Those clasps were designed in the Victorian era to never be opened." "Yeah, I should probably practice where I can see it before I try it on a real, gorgeous woman again." "I still struggle sometimes myself," Kota blatantly lied as she reached behind her and unhooked it with a finger and thumb. "Right, that was a real struggle, show off," Cage laughed and slid the straps down her arms and let it fall to the floor. "I think it's going to feel so good when you rub your dick on my pussy," Kota explained her plan for today while she worked on Cage's belt and zipper, then pushed his pants an

That left the naughty tops to choose from and several long scarves of matching colors. Still wearing her robe, Jasmine picked up a scarf and scowled at it. “What am I supposed to do with this, wrap it around my head and pretend I’m a pirate?” Since Wiley didn’t know, they called in the maid for a consultation. It turned out that the scarf was made to be worn crossed over the breasts and tied at the back of the neck for a bandeau. Somehow the maid convinced Jasmine to put the bustier thing (which she called an overnji) over the bandeau and at least look at it.