Straitjacket Story Novels & Stories

I’d always avoided being restrained. Until he handcuffed me. I tried to clench my thighs together, to keep back the arousal that memory elicited. But he was rounding the foot of the bed to the other side. Cinching that ankle as well. Tight enough that my legs were spread open. I found myself instinctively sliding down the bed to get a bit of slack and pulling slightly with one foot to test the restriction of the restraint. But he’d already arrived at my side. Watching me struggle with a bored look. He suddenly caught under my arms and dragged me up the bed. Pulling one of my wrists out to strap that too.

I don’t feel right. I try to rub my face, but I’m restrained. Frowning, I look down at myself and blink several times to ensure I am really seeing what I’m seeing. I’m in a straight jacket. I try not to panic as I attempt to sit up. It takes me several tries, but I manage to sit on the small cot-like bed. I wasn’t in my bedroom but a much smaller one.

My handbag fell right away. He moved close to me again, I faced him waiting for his next move. His hand on my neck, Strangling me and I struggle for air. We were high up and he holds my neck even tighter almost pushing me by the side of the staircase. I cough out struggling for oxygen. I couldn't even scream if I wanted to. His hand getting tighter,I was sure I was already red by now. He pushes my head down as I see the height from where we are. Blood rushes up to my head suddenly I was coughing again. I kept struggling,using my hand to push his hands away from my neck but no avail. After a long while that I thought I may pass out he loosen his grip and brought my head back up. His hand stil

Jackson pulled my collar before letting the monstrous scream in my face. “You know what? You shouldn’t mind other people’s business! Go and have sex yourself!” “I heard it right, Jackson. I am not gonna sit and do nothing. Let the girl go.” I warned darkly, forcing a step while resisting his grasp. The latter’s anger heightened. “No.” He tightened his hold on my collar, purposely strangling me.

I got this feeling that the man is kinda kidnapping her. "Tell the escorts to follow me immediately " Fredrick speaks into his Bluetooth and they come down from the car as I walk right into the building. The building is a bit confusing as I wander and still come out where I have been before, this went on for a good thirty minutes until I found out where they are. One of my escorts forces the door open and I see a middle aged man with a dagger in his pocket and the lady tied to the chair with a chain. He's trying to strangle her as his hands are placed firmly on her neck as she struggles to breath. What the fucking hell!

But thankfully, they stopped the crude comments after that, though their lingering touches remained just invasive enough to remind me how powerless I was. My heart thudded violently in my chest as they continued caging me to the chair. Leather straps locked across my chest, waist, and ankles. Cold metal cuffs snapped shut around my wrists and ankles. My lips trembled, but no words would form, only shallow, panicked breaths. My mind raced for answers. I wasn’t the culprit, I knew that with every fiber of my body. The crime, whatever evidence they claimed to have found in my jacket… it had to be that man. The man who had bumped into me in the rain, he must have slipped whatever it was they fou

Jeremy woke up quickly. But the moment he opened his eyes, panic flooded them. His hands and feet had been strapped tightly to the bed, completely immobilized. A harsh beam of light shone directly onto his face, so bright he could barely keep his eyes open. He struggled with all his strength, twisting violently against the restraints, but he could not move at all. Watching him fight uselessly against the bindings, I let out a quiet laugh. "Mr. Walker, don't waste your energy.

Damian kneed him in the side, and Dominic slammed his head against the floor—not too hard, but enough to stun him. "Get off me!" Jarrett yelled, struggling as they hauled him into a chair by the bed, using more belts and ties from the nightstand to secure him—wrists to the arms, ankles to the legs. He thrashed, but it was no use. They had him bound tight, his shirt rumpled, a bruise already forming on his cheek. Panting, Damian stepped back, rubbing his jaw. "There. Now you can sit and watch, like a good boy."

When I didn’t move fast enough, his jaw tightened and the gun lowered a degree — a small, deliberate demonstration that he could end not only other people’s lives but also mine. I forced my legs to work… stripping myself bare until I was stark naked before him. I walked to the table, climbed on top, lay on my back, and spread my legs apart. Then, my heart jolted as a soft mechanical hum rose beneath me. Something inside the table shifted. Hidden cuffs emerged slowly, as if the surface itself was coming alive. Cassian approached. His presence alone filled the room, dark and deliberate. He locked a collar around my neck, hooking it to a metal ring that had slid up from the table’s smooth surfa

After I accidentally cut myself in the kitchen, he banned me from cooking altogether. With tears brimming in his eyes, he bandaged my finger and kissed the back of my hand. "Melina, you can't get hurt. It would break my heart." I once believed I was the happiest woman alive. Defying my parents' wishes to move to an unfamiliar city for him felt worth it. I had placed all my bets on our marriage, convinced James would never be like the men who strayed. But just when I thought I'd won that gamble, a devastating betrayal shattered my world. It happened five years into our marriage and 10 years into our love story.