Bound in Silk · Part 2

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"What do you think you are doing!!?" Shit, it was Angela. I quickly pulled my hand out of the trousers and sat up abruptly in bed, breathless and white with shock. "How can you do that in my bed," she shouted.

"I was only scratching," I lied with embarrassment.

"Don’t take me for a fool, I know what you were doing."

"Oh no, I’ve blown it," I thought. "Do you want me to leave?" I sullenly enquired.

"No, stay right there. I’ll be straight back," she responded as she stormed out of the room. I knew Angela was unpredictable and I could only guess as to what she would do next.

A minute latter she came back, her hands behind her back. "So, you get off on silk do you?" I didn’t get chance to reply. "I also saw the way you looked at me in the car whilst I was putting my raincoat on. I’m not blind or stupid you know." Angela had become very dominant. I put it down to the annoyance with my actions. I was too embarrassed to defend myself.

She then said, "Well, here’s a little scenario for you. You get off on silk but suppose the silk wouldn’t let you." I was confused with this and frowned. She then revealed what was behind her back. Another silken bundle, at first it looked like another dressing gown but as it slowly unfolded itself in her hand, I spotted straps and buckles on it. It suddenly dawned upon me, this wasn’t a dressing gown, it was a

Strait-jacket!

Chapter 5 – A Tight Predicament

A look of horror washed over my face. "What’s the matter?" she teasingly enquired, "I thought you loved silk."

I did only I’d always been in control but now I was decidedly uncomfortable with all this.

Sure, this could be a wonderful experience but there would be one uncontrollable factor, Angela.

"I thought you were different but you are like all men, a real disappointment. How can I trust you in bed with me now?" she continued, strutting up and down the room ensuring that the straitjacket remained in full view.

"Listen, you’ve got me all wrong, I’m not like that! I’m a respectable business man, not a creep," I said with a weak, pleading sort of voice.

"Respectable!" she yelled, "Just how respectable is a man that gets off on raincoats and wanks in a stranger’s bed?"

There was no defence to this, I knew she didn’t trust me now but she was not completely put off or she’d have kicked me out by now.

"I am left with a dire predicament, I can’t trust you yet I don’t want you to leave, I meant what I said about looking after my guests. So, here is the solution," she rationally said as she held the jacket out in front of her.

"But a straitjacket is for insane people, I’m not mad!" I cried.

"It’s also used on violent criminals, moreover, anyone who could be prone to unpredictable physical actions. You’d fall into this category," she responded. I could tell that she was serious.

"Look," I nervously laughed, "I know that I’m sexually weak but I promise that I’ll behave.

Isn’t the embarrassment of you seeing me enough?"

"No, I’m sick of your pathetic and empty promises. You are weak as you admit yourself, but by the morning you should have learnt a valuable lesson. Sexual acts are precious and should be cherished and certainly not to be taken lightly.

Not being able to perform these acts when the thought enters your mind will make you realise this."

Angela was getting inpatient with my reluctance to wear the

Straitjacket. "Well, it’s time to start your lesson then," she said inspecting the jacket.

My mind was in conflict now, part of me wanted to be laced up tightly, the other part scared about being vulnerable.

Comfort came from the prospect that I might be able to escape from the jacket, but first I needed to know more about it. I probed Angela cautiously. "If I wanted to wank, I’d burst out of the jacket. It won’t teach me anything," I indignantly said.

"Oh really, there’s a few things you should now about this Straitjacket then," Angela said in an authoritarian voice. "You know that silk is soft and lustrous, but not many people know of its textile strength. It’s second only to nylon, you can’t break it. To give it extra strength, Nylon and carbon fibre has been woven into the fabric. As for the seams on this jacket, they have been specially reinforced. To test its strength, I performed a little experiment. I tied one sleeve to the railings at the side of the house, the other to the tow bar on my car. I tried to drive away in an attempt to break the jacket, but it even surprised me when it prevented the car from moving. There was a lot of force there, much more than what you could provide. So, you see, I’d reconsider that notation of bursting out of the jacket." She was grinning wildly as I looked more concerned.

"I could still try to escape from it though," I said.

She laughed, "I’ll describe the jacket’s special features first, then you can decide whether or not you can escape. Remember earlier when I told you about my cousin, the Great Alpacino, and how his career came to an end.

Well, he wanted to perform an escape act never done before. Part of this was to escape from a Straitjacket. Now, this in itself wasn’t so spectacular. Lots of magicians have managed it. He wanted me to assist in designing a new type of straitjacket. I went to work, researching how all the great magicians had managed it. I designed features into the jacket that would have prevented them from using their techniques. My cousin was pleased with my work but was sure that it wasn’t escape proof so he didn’t try in on until his performance. Needless to say, the act was a disaster. After ten minutes of wiggling on stage not making any headway, it was apparent that he’d never escape. He was a laughing stock and it was all my fault, I’d designed the ultimate escape proof device. This jacket is of that design, his was made of canvas but yours is silk, they are however both totally escape proof."

I was curious. "Exactly what are these features?" I enquired.

She was pleased with that question, I could see pride across her face. She started, "Basically, there was three main ways to get out of a straitjacket. Firstly, you can pull the jacket over you head using brute force. Secondly, you can wriggle and make enough room to pull the sleeves over your head. Lastly, some people can contort themselves and pull their arms out of the sleeves and into the body of the jacket. I’ve addressed all three and more besides. The first is easy to remedy. The use of a strap going from the front of the jacket, between the legs and fastening at the back prevents the jacket from being pulled over the head. This is called the Crotch Strap. My cousin laughed at those escape artists who didn’t have this feature on their straitjackets. Without it, escape is easy, relatively speaking that is. It is essential for a regulation

Straitjacket."

She sensed my apprehension. "Don’t worry," she reassured me, "I won’t do this strap up too tight," emphasising the word ‘too’.

She continued, "Now for the second feature, preventing the pulling of the sleeves over the head. This is achieved by having loops through which the arms are passed. It is a common feature on a lot of today’s

Straitjackets. Most only have one loop, positioned centrally at the front. It makes escape very difficult, most magicians avoid having one.

Notice I said difficult and not impossible. Some people can still manage to get one of their sleeves over their shoulder so I’ve incorporated an extra two loops, one at each side to stop this occurring. This leaves the last possible way of escape, pulling the arms out of the sleeves. This is my most ingenious addition, not found on any other type of Straitjacket, this makes escape impossible."

Angela held one of the sleeves towards me.

"See these straps here, they will fasten around the wrists so the hands remain in place."

"Can’t you shrink your hands like magicians do when getting out of handcuffs?" I enquired.

"No, when your arms are tied in this position, you can’t relax the muscles in your hands. So you see, this is the ultimate Straitjacket. But wait, I wanted more. Suppose you did manage to get to free yours arms or pull them inside the jacket, you would not have fully escaped. I’ve made it as difficult as possible to remove the jacket. Firstly, take the case whereby you get an arm out of the sleeve and into the jacket. What would you do next?"

"Try and undo some of the straps at the back," I replied.

"Precisely, that’s why I’ve added some additional features. Firstly, to prevent access to the straps, there is an internal flap that covers them. This zips up and locks at the top of the jacket. In case you tried to get an hand out at the top, a strap goes around your neck. Access to the back straps has been prevented. A similar flap goes on the outside in case you get the sleeves free. Now for the straps themselves. I was concerned that straps alone didn’t make the jacket tight enough, there was room in between the straps so I thought about lace fastening. The problem with that is by pulling the laces in one place tighter, they could become looser in another.

The solution is to have both, lace first and then the straps. All of the straps are lockable, requiring a key to by inserted first, and then each of the pins on either side to be pushed in. They are also self tightening, I don’t need to unlock them to make them tighter. Also, to make things really impossible, the sleeves are padded around the elbows and hands. The mitts would prevent tampering with the straps. Finally, as well as each sleeve tying to itself behind your back, they also fasten to the main part of the jacket. Well, that’s about it, still think you can escape?"

"No, I don’t think so now". She laughed.

Chapter 6 – All Tied Up and Nowhere to go.

Angela was now very insistent that I wear the jacket. "Okay, enough talk, its time to try it on," she said. I still didn’t consent.

"What the matter now?" she sighed.

"I’m concerned. I’m sacrificing my freedom and I’ll be at your mercy," I replied.

"Ha, the truth finally comes out. Big brave Peter doesn’t like to feel vulnerable, how do think

I felt in the car?"

"Even if I made a move, you still had a chance to defend yourself, I’ll have nothing," I answered.

She frowned and in a sweet reassuring voice said, "Peter, I’m not going to hurt you, you are my honoured guest, just try to relax and enjoy tonight as I tend to your every need. You’ll be perfectly safe with me." I was tired of arguing, I did want to try the jacket on. "I’ll trust her," I thought, "I just hope

I don’t regret it."

"Okay, let’s get on with it," I reluctantly nodded.

"Excellent, I knew you’d see reason. Right then, sit on the edge of the bed." As I did, she walked towards me letting the straitjacket unfurl, straps and all. She turned the jacket round so that the sleeves were facing her. "Hold your arms out in front of you. It might be an idea to hold onto the sleeves of your pyjamas, you don’t want them sliding up your arms as I put the jacket on." This seemed like a good idea and I complied. She held the jacket up and guided my arms into the awaiting silken sleeves. The silk slid all the way up my arms until Angela’s hands had reached my shoulders. Despite the silk visually appearing to be the same as what my pyjamas and gown were made of, it felt heavier and certainly more substantial.

"Right, stand up and turn round," she commanded. I felt her fiddling at the bottom of the jacket. Suddenly I felt the silk close around my body as I heard a zip being pulled slowly up my back. "The inner anti-tamper flap," I thought. There was a sharp tug on my neck and I heard a small metallic clicking noise. The zip was locked. A look of horror came over my face, "I was trapped," I thought.

Angela stepped back and smiled, "There, that’s not been too bad so far has it?" It had, I looked down at my arms. It psychologically disturbed me not being able to see my hands, instead they were inside the mitts.

Even at this stage it felt as if it would be difficult to escape. She then pulled out about a three foot piece of silk cord. "I am going to start feeding the lace through the holes now, this could take a while, there are thirty in total."

I felt nervous during the wait so I asked, "How tight are you going to strap me in?"

"Initially, just enough so that the jacket takes the shape of your body. This will allow me to fasten the crotch and wrist straps." She had not answered me. "Right, I’m about to start tightening. Try and relax." She held both ends of the lace in one hand, pulling slowly as she tugged at the threaded lace with the other.

The process was entirely smooth and effortless as I felt the silk tighten around my body, caressing it softly. She tied the ends with a temporary bow knot.

"Now for the Crotch strap," she winked. I felt her hand go under my legs to grasp the front strap. The contact made my dick swell. "I’d try to keep that under control, we wouldn’t want it to get crushed, would

I gulped and tried to compose myself. "How tight would she make it?"

She fastened the strap at the back and tugged down on the jacket before commencing tightening. The straps stopped just touching the bridge of my legs. "What a relief!" I thought.

"See, I told you it would be okay. Now for the wrist straps." She tugged down on each sleeve before fastening the straps. She did these up tightly and I protested. "These need to be tight or they’re not effective in restraining your arms in the sleeves.

They aren’t uncomfortable though, are they?" I shook my head. At this point I needed to scratch my back so I attempted to reach round.

Immediately, I felt the wrist and crotch straps tighten, I couldn’t reach.

"Í feel trapped already," I remarked.

"But there’s a long way to go yet," Angela remarked as she obligingly scratched the itch for me.

"Now to do up the back properly. I’ll do the back straps first, there are five in total. Take a normal breath and hold it until I say."

suddenly realised that as well as restricting my arms, the Straitjacket could also restrict my breathing. She started with the two around my chest, pulling until she was satisfied. "Okay, you can breath normally now." I wanted to see how the jacket would hamper my breathing so I took a deep breath. The silk tightened and the straps dug in, crushing my chest. "I’d better control my breathing carefully," I thought.

Angela continued securing the bottom two straps before doing the lacing up properly. I wondered why she left the top strap around my neck. The answer came soon enough. I heard another zipping noise as she did up the outer flap, accompanied with the now familiar click as it was locked. The neck strap was different to the others, the outer flap didn’t encase the buckle. Instead, the strap was designed to prevent access to the zippers.

I felt it tighten around my neck. Angela tested the tightness by trying to push her index finger down my neck. She tightened it further and tried again. It pressed firmly against my Adam’s Apple and swallowing was painful. At least she looked happy that it was tight enough now.

"Just the arms to do now," she said. This was my last chance, after this I knew I’d had it, I would be hers totally.

"I don’t know about this," I hesitated.

"Oh, stop being such a baby!" she replied.

Neglecting my whimpering, she reached for the sleeve straps and fed them through the central loop. Pulling on them, my arms followed. She then commenced to feed the straps and arms through the side loops.

"Here goes, I’m about to tie your arms up," she said.

This she did very slowly, savouring the moment as she robbed me of my male strength. I felt the straps closing in around my body and then the gentle tugging on my arms as they slid past each other with a rustling noise. It was a very reassuring sensation. I knew that I couldn’t escape now but I didn’t want her to fasten my arms too tightly so I decided to pull against the straps, hoping she would think my arms were tightly bound. Unfortunately, I could not derive strength from my muscles in this position, it was like in an arm wrestling match when your hand was a centimetre from the table.

My arms kept sliding past each other and round to the back until I felt the buckle against my back. They weren’t too tight but nevertheless quite secure with my elbows pressing firmly against the sleeves. Angela finished by fastening each arm to the main body.

"There, all done. Turn around so I can see you." She was glassy eyed. "Well, aren’t you going to try to escape?" she teased.

I knew escape was impossible but like this, I didn’t want to upset her. First, I pulled against the sleeves at much as

I could. All the buckles except the one on the crotch strap dug into my body. Despite my efforts, my arms hadn’t moved at all. It was hopeless, I was performing for Angela just like her cousin had. I continued, this time trying to pull the sleeves over my head. The crotch strap fiercely dug into my groin and I immediately gave up. I stared at her breathless.

"Very good, I’m sure you realise the pathetic situation you’re in now,"

she said before pushing me backwards onto the bed. She slid down besides me and commenced to rub her hands against my bound arms. "Your mine now!"

she whispered as she gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. I had been worried about her first action after I was bound but this relaxed me until she climbed off the bed and stood towering over me, looking down.

"Your lesson is about to start. Pay attention as I’m a very strict teacher."

Chapter 7 – A Lesson Never to Forget

I laid on the top of the bed waiting for instructions or Angela’s next move. "I’m going to get ready for bed. Behave yourself whilst I’m away," she said, turning away and heading for the en-suite bathroom. I was now alone, trapped and isolated, unable to perform even simple human tasks. I wriggled in the Straitjacket again, not in an attempt to escape, but to hear the silk rustle and slide against my body. It was a wonderful sensation, I wanted to wank but at that moment a voice in my head said, "You can’t! Try as you might, its impossible despite going through the biggest sexual experience of your life." If ever there was a time I wanted to get aroused, this was it. Angela was giving me a very cruel lesson.

I realised that I had been pre-occupied and hadn’t paid much attention to the room I would be sleeping in. I turned my head around but from the low position on the bed, it was difficult to see much so I decided I would try and sit up on the bed. It didn’t take long to realise that this wouldn’t be at all easy without assistance from my arms. I wriggled and pushed with my feet in an attempt to force my back against the pillows. After two minutes of exhaustive work, I’d managed it. I slowly turned my head around, anxious to see the wall behind me. I twisted my body round and leant to the left. This was to prove a big mistake. My body continued to tilt and it became apparent that I was about to topple off the bed. I instinctively tried to the put my hands out to stabilise myself but it was useless in this jacket, I landed on the floor with a loud thud.

Angela came running out of the bathroom. "What have you done?"

she cried, "I told you to behave. Obviously you have trouble obeying even simple commands."

"I’m sorry," I replied with an innocent tone, "I only wanted to view the wall behind me."

"Only is a word that is used flippantly, to mask disobedience," she answered, "But it will take more than your infantile performances to convince me. You plainly can’t be trusted. Your actions require punishment." With that, she strolled out of the room. "Punishment?" I thought. This word had an ominous tone associated with it. Before, I had chance to refuse any punishment, now I was at her mercy, forced to have any sentence she deemed fit carried out upon me. "What will she do?" I pondered, "If she was going to physically hurt me, she’d have done it straight away." The door reopened and Angela stood there with yet more silk. "Can’t be too bad," I reassured myself.

"This is a little something I designed all on my own," she remarked, "It's what is known as a Body Bag." Angela rolled it up concentrically and placed it on the floor in front of me. Helping me to my feet she said, "Right, step into the bag." I obeyed, for a punishment

I was certainly excited at the prospect of more silk. She then began to pull the silken bag up over my body. It became apparent that it was shaped to the outline of a person and would be quite a snug fit.

"Put your feet together, otherwise I can’t fit you in the bag properly," she commanded. I obeyed as she tugged hard at the bottom of the bag, feeling my ankles press against one another. She sealed the bag around my neck with a strap similar to the ones on the Straitjacket. Now, even my legs were immobilised.

"Okay. I’m going to push you onto the bed, the bag won’t stretch to allow you to sit down," she warned. With a push in the chest, I fell back onto the bed. Angela spun me around and positioned me centrally on the bed effortlessly assisted by the silk. "Right, now I’m going to attach these four straps to the pillars of the bed, I don’t want you falling out and hurting yourself."

As she secured the straps, it dawned upon me that there would be no room for Angela on the bed. "A question for you Angela," I inquisitively said.

"Go on," she replied.

"With me tied to the centre of the bed, How are you going to fit on?" I asked.

"Simple. I can’t," she replied, "Time and time again tonight, you have shown me your untrustworthiness. I’m not going to sleep with you."

"But…," I started.

"You didn’t think that your punishment was the body bag do you?" she jested, "After your confession about silk. No, your punishment is isolation tonight, away from me."

"Isolation! Isn’t being totally confined with my entire body cased in silk and Ah.." I was really annoyed and had started shouting at Angela, taking a deep breath in the process. The jacket punished me for my outburst as it robbed me of air.

"You say you can’t trust me, what can I do? I can’t even breathe," I continued, quieter but still annoyed and totally frustrated.

"Really?"

she responded," Your manners certainly need improving. It is obvious to me that you have learnt absolutely nothing tonight. I thought that I’d been kind up to now."

"Kind!" I mocked.

"Yes, you need to pay attention

Peter. You’re not completely encased in silk and by your rude outbursts I can’t see that you have a problem breathing. However, your next punishment will have addressed these two points. Trust me, by the time it is over, I can guarantee your full obedience." She turned round and strutted to the door.

"More silk," I called out.

"Perhaps, hopefully for you," she laughed as she closed the bedroom door.

Chapter 8 – The Mask of Death

Bound in Silk · Part 2 (2/3)
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