Straitjacket Story Novels & Stories

"It seems your girlfriend won't be coming out to save you anytime soon. I might have taken the liberty of locking her in the bathroom." Salvatore's muffled protests grew louder, the sound reverberating through the room as he strained against his bindings with renewed vigor. The fabric of the gag rustled against his mouth, and his movements became more frantic, a desperate attempt to free himself from his restraints. But no matter how hard he struggled, the knots held firm, trapping him in his vulnerable position.

I ran through my thoughts, looking for some thing reasonable to tell him but to no avail, I couldn't think of anything reasonable. Seeing that I had nothing to say, Lustrow grasped my neck and raised me up, living me suspended in the air and my feet dangling as my lungs stretched out as my neck was held up with one hand. I took Lustrow's wrist, wrenching it so he could let go of me but he was just too strong and I was too weak and at once, Lustrow flipped me out of his hand making me fall into the rack heavily.

"I mean, I can't even go down a glacier that doesn't make room for me." Sage leans down, elbows on his knees. "You're not kidding," he said. She nodded. "Yes. I'm a joke and a traitor. I'm no better than the reporters the Magazine hired to write 'How to seduce your man in ten steps or less'. " She covered her face with her hand. like a dagger had pierced her stomach. Does she think her life story equates to a lousy article? Writing the story about Davenport Outdoors, even if it was to cover up something his father did, it was also to save jobs. . . to save him.

He heard Tales say 'no more' before he grabbed a red ribbon. Before Tales' breathing subsided, his eyes widened in horror when Raja wrapped the ribbon around his manhood and tied it like it's a present. He then flipped Tales to lay flat with his back on the bed. Tales winced and immediately reached his manhood to undone it but Raja shook his head, "no,no,no" and reached the headboard with the restraints on it. "What are you doing? Let go." Tales hissed as he struggled to break free.

It was tight and made for fighting. I froze. I took a step back and shouted. "I am not wearing that! What is the meaning of this drama?" They didn't care. They moved toward me like a wall. One of them grabbed my arm. Another pulled the blanket off my shoulders. The third lifted the suit to force me into it. I screamed. I pushed one of them away. I tried to rip my arm back with all my strength. But their grip was much stronger than my exhausted body. A short but brutal struggle broke out in the room. It ended with the leather suit tight against my skin, forced on me against my will.

Just as I took two steps forward, Jax grabbed my wrist from behind and twirled me around to slam me against his chest while keeping my wrist captured behind my back, "You never understand, do you?" He glared down at me. I struggled against his hold and tried to free my wrist, but instead of loosening, his hold tightened. I twisted and pulled at my wrist to get it free but his hold had turned painful. "Do not try to get away from me!" He gritted his teeth. I kept struggling. My other hand pushed against his hard as a rock chest but my every attempt was futile. How the hell was he that much strong?

I shook my head again‚ harder this time‚ and he smiled. He took the first cuff and fastened it around my right wrist. Then the matching one around my right ankle. He adjusted the strap between them until it pulled my knee up toward my chest‚ folding my body in half on one side. He did the same on the left. Wrist to ankle. Strap tightened until my legs were bent up and spread wide and my arms were pinned alongside them. I was completely open. Completely exposed. Completely helpless. He ran a strap from the cuffs to the headboard rails and secured it‚ locking me in position so I couldn't straighten out or close my legs no matter how hard I tried. I tested it. The cuffs were padded and comforta

With a deep breath, I pulled with all my might, hoping to reveal something that could aid my escape. The drawer creaked open, revealing a jumble of items—a tangle of clothes, scattered papers, and a small key nestled amidst the chaos. I grasped the key tightly, a newfound sense of optimism surging through me. Perhaps this was my ticket to freedom, a chance to break free from my restraints and uncover the truth behind my predicament. I turned my attention back to the leather strap restraining me. It was secured by a buckle, which I quickly realized could be released with the key I had found. With trembling hands, I maneuvered the key into position and carefully unlocked the buckle, feeling th

Jennifer didn't see that coming. Stella was sitting on a chair that Mr. Harrison had taken from the kitchen, her eyes sparkling as she looked at her. Jennifer was sure that stella would have been smiling, but the scarf tied around her mouth was pulling at her cheeks. Her arms were tied behind the back of the chair with another scarf, which made her chest push forward. Her legs had been tied to two of the chair legs, spread just wide enough that she could see her bare, glistening pussy.

"You have been committed to Shallow Hill Asylum. Anything that you say or how you act while in the care of Shallow Hill Asylum can and will be used by the judge in any and all further proceedings for your release." I shook my head back and forth as they stepped forward in unison. It didn't matter how much I screamed, kicked, punched, and bit at them. I stood no chance. In a matter of a minute, they had me restrained in a straitjacket with chains around my ankles. It didn't stop me from trying to push my way free, but they were stronger than I was. I knew it was of no hope when they picked me up by my forearms and carried me down the stairs like a child throwing a fit, my feet dangling below