The Pink Straight Jacket · Part 1 (1/2)
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CHAPTER ONE He had forgotten the tickets! So they had to hurry through their dinner and drive back to his place in a car whose heater didn't heat. Alice fumed in the front hall as Henry rushed around his house searching for the passes.
The chances of there being a second date were shrinking by the minute.
Alice looked around the front hall. It had a full-length mirror, a boot caddy and a closet door. Inside the closet she found a pair of rubbers, a pair of boots, two brown coats, one black and one pink.
Pink was not a good omen.
It didn't matter if the coat was his or some girls, Alice had had it. It was time to call a taxi. She started to close the door, then threw it wide open. The pink coats sleeves extended to the floor and ended in buckles.
It wasn't a coat, it was a jacket, a strait jacket!
An instant later, Alice was holding the coat against her gown as she admired her reflection. Apparently they had more in common than Beethoven's music. What was this material? Not cloth or leather, woven so it wasn't plastic. Whatever it was, it felt wonderful.
"Found them!" Henry happily yelled from somewhere deep in his house. Wanting to hide her snooping, Alice returned the jacket and closed the door.
"Sorry it took so long." Henry said in a rush. "Are you all right? You look a little flushed."
"Just getting warm, "Alice replied. "Shall we go?" As they drove to the concert hall, Alice's thoughts were on the jacket. Why was it in the front hall? Why was it pink? When would he mention it? Most importantly, when would she be in it?
The only question she didn't need to ask was 'Why did he have it?' Obviously he was a kindred spirit. Bondage and Beethoven. Who knew?
To avoid the insane lines for the ladies room at the concert, Alice had them stop at a fast food restaurant. In the bathroom she found her panties were already soaked. She fashioned a make-shift pad out of tissues and tried to think clean thoughts. The gown was new and she did not want to leave pussy prints.
Despite the philharmonics masterful interpretation, Beethoven's Ninth didn't transport her as it had always done in the past. She started to fantasize Henry using his bow-tie and cummerbund to bind her for the drive back to his place. She wanted her song of joy to be muffled by a gag.
She was used to getting what she wanted, a delay, no matter how understandable, was very hard to take. The conversation on the drive back did not improve matters.
"You're awfully flushed, I better drive you home," He said.
"No," she hurried answered, "Not yet, I left something in your front hall."
"What?"
"Something feminine." She answered truthfully.
"Okay, if you really need it. Then it's straight home and no back talk."
"Yes Sir." She said softly.
"That's better. Wait, what?"
Alice didn't answer, she just stared out the window humming a Rossini overture.
At his house, Henry gave directions then caught her coat as she dashed to the ladies room. After a few contortions, she was able to unzip her dress and drape it over the shower rod.
It was still dry. A few layers of petticoats were not, but they were easily washed, so not a problem.
She quickly used the facilities and then paused. She wasn't debating on whether to go ahead with her plan, but rather…nude or in lingerie?
As both her pantyhose and panties were sodden, she decided on commando.
She breezed by Henry sitting in his easy chair. "It's a little chilly in here, think I'll put on a jacket." He made no reply, just stared with his mouth hanging open. Although she acted calm, she could hear her heart and that little voice finally spoke up.
'Hello…first date? Ax murderer?' She ignored it and opened the closet, removing the restraint.
Her arms slid into the sleeves and she was able to shrug it over her shoulders. Then she was stuck…and not in the way she wanted. "Henry?" She said in a playful voice, "Would you do up my back? How they expect a person to do this by themselves is beyond me."
A tent had appeared in his lap and became more noticeable as he shot to his feet. "I'm didn't mean not intend no when how are…"
Alice was taken aback. 'I think I broke him.' She turned, offering her back. "Henry please, I'm all exposed. What will the neighbors think?"
"No. You don't have to do this."
She turned and crossed her arms behind his neck, letting the long sleeves slap his back. "Do I look like I'm being forced? Ever since I saw this in your closet, it has dominated my thoughts. I NEED this. Now, please, do me." She pulled him to her for their first kiss. His hands went behind her and fumbled for the straps, finally getting one buckled. She arched her back in bliss.
"Too tight?"
"A little tighter would be heaven," She breathed. He moved behind her to secure the other straps. "Sir," She asked, getting deeper into her role, "Will I be gagged?"
"Of course not."
"Why not?" In all of her fantasies, she was always gagged at some point.
"Um…I don't have one."
"I'll bring mine next time."
He spun her about. "You own a gag?" He asked incredulously.
"And a blindfold, collar, handcuffs…" Alice wondered how honest she should be about the details of her toy box.
"But you're nice."
"Thank you." She said curtly.
"Nice girls don't want to be bound."
"I can't speak got every woman, but I have fantasied about this ever since I watched Bull Durham."
"Never heard of"
Cutting him off she continued, "I wrap socks around my wrists so I can sleep in my cuffs without leaving marks. Some nights I torment myself by wearing five pairs of panties."
"How would that…"
"It's a bitch to try and finger yourself through that much cloth. I'm a bondage slut, I want to be YOUR bondage slut,"."
"No." He said, and her world shattered.
"No." He repeated. "You will never use that word again. I forbid it. You are not a slut, you are my angel. My bondage angel."
To have had her dreams answered, then crushed, only to be restored tenfold was too much for Alice. She threw herself into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. They fell onto the couch where he held and rocked her until she calmed. She wanted to wipe her eyes, but was reluctant to use her sleeves. Fortunately, he used he hanky to dab her eyes. He held it to her nose.
"Blow."
"Yes Sir, but I might leave teeth marks on your belt."
He laughed at pulled her closer. "I am never going to let you go."
She indicated her covered hands. "Then I'm going to need a bigger keyboard."
"No," He insisted, "No hands, no arms, no freedom!" He stood and crossed her arms in front of her, wrapping the tummy strap around them. The sleeves were fed through the side loops to where he buckled them together behind her back. "This is why you are in this predicament." he said, rubbing her sopping pussy.
She shuddered at his touch. How could a light brushing feel so damn good? She ground her pubes into his hand, needing more.
"No, stop that." He teased. "You are not that kind of girl. I guess I'll have to lock it away before you get the wrong idea into that pretty little head of yours."
"Do you really think I'm preeeeeeeTAH!" She cried as the crotch strap was pulled between her legs. The wonderful cloth rubbed against her clit, pussy and anus, forcing her to the brink of orgasm.
She felt a bit light-headed and slowly fell to her knees. 'Besides,' She thought, 'A good subbie is always kneeling.' She searched for the proper thing a submissive would say, but heard herself blurt. "Why are you still in that damned tux?"
He laughed. "I'll be right back."
"No, please, Sir. I'd like to watch you undress."
"Okay." He said a bit doubtfully. "Okay." He then said in agreement. A single yank took off his bow-tie. Alice lifted an eyebrow at his not using a clip-on.
"Internet." He explained. His coat was laid over a chair and suspenders were moved off his shoulders as she eased off his shoes. Trousers and shirt were carelessly placed onto of his coat, leaving him wearing only a pair of black bikini-style undies.
The old joke: 'He dresses well, and quickly too!' came to her mind. Blushing slightly, his last bit of clothing hit the floor and she was rewarded by the sight of bouncing cock, waving a few feet from her.
She knee-walked forward and, after a few tries, was able to capture his dick in her mouth.
She hadn't given many blow jobs in her life, and they had always been with the guy on his back and her being able to use her hands. His penis kept pushing itself to the top of her mouth, and that's where her teeth were!
She licked and sucked and tried to deep-throat him, but that was a bad idea.
Not the gag she was hoping for.
After a while, she stopped licking his cock and started the tight-lipped head thrust she knew would make him cum. She set a rhythm and felt his dick harden as his breath quickened. She realized she was going too slow when his fingers laced through her hair and forced her to bob faster.
She had barely tasted the salty pre-cum when he exploded in her mouth. He tried to pull away but she would not allow that. She sucked herself on him, swallowing everything he had. He finally broke contact by dropping to his knees and easing her on her back.
A hug and a roll and her bound body lay on top of him. "C'Mere you" he commanded, pulling her up so he could kiss her.
"But I'm covered in jizz." She protested.
"I only taste your sweetness," He said. "That was…" He searched in vain for the right words. "Everything." She tried to answer, but needed her mouth for kissing.
Later, she lay on his chest listening to his heart slowly return to normal. It had been perfect. Well…a gag and an orgasm or two would have been nice, but she was too relaxed to complain.
She had never been so at peace and yet so screamingly horny.
"I'm sorry, but it's time to free you." He said sadly.
"Must you?"
"I must." He held her on her side and unbuckled the crotch strap. As he pulled it from her body it felt like she had just finished a great book. It had been so wonderful, why did it have to end?
He gently placed her on her back and pushed her legs open. She was still consumed with her thoughts and was not prepared for his tongue.
Suddenly she couldn't breathe. Her lungs wouldn't work, All she could do was gasp as he sucked all her juices off her nether lips. His tongue bathed her, sucking down all her moisture as she had done to him.
His tongue discovered her spot, just below her clit. Time after time his tongue would caress her there, and slowly lick her clit.
How could she have lived so long without feeling this? How could anyone say they were truly alive if they had not felt this pleasure?
She had wrapped her legs around his head and used her heels to urge him deeper. This was more pleasurable than any orgasm could possibly be.
And that scared her. She felt the orgasm coming. There was no way to stop or even delay it.
And she knew it would kill her. No soul could handle that rapture and live. She might have been able to deny the pleasure, but he slipped a finger up her ass that put her over the edge.
She surrendered to it, offered her life as the orgasm burst upon her. The sky cracked and the ground split as she crashed into nothingness, screaming in pleasure.
Some time later, a light was hurting her eyes, she tried to twist away, but his hand prevented it. "Don't move." He commanded in a very serious tone.
"What, what are you doing?"
He moved the flashlight aside. "Checking for a concussion. You really banged your head there."
"I did?" Alice asked feeling a bump on the back of her head. 'Hey, the jacket is gone, when did that happen?' She wondered. "So now you're a doctor?"
"Ex Boy Scout." He admitted. "Wanna see my knots?"
"Oh god yes, but could I have a cup of tea first…and some aspirin?"
"Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?"
"No, I'll be fine. Just as soon as I figure out what planet I'm on."
"The planet of bondage."
"Then I'm home." He helped her to her feet. She moved carefully to the bathroom as he put on the kettle. She examined herself in the mirror. Had she ever looked worse or felt better?
Her purse was…elsewhere, so she pulled her fingers through her hair a few times and washed off what little make-up was left on her. Her panties and hose were still damp and frankly, too much effort to put on. She pulled on her petticoats and bra, (Fortunately, it was a front hook) and followed the happy sound of a kettles whistle.
She heard the tea-ball clanking around as he emptied the kettle into a teapot. "I thought you could use a strong black tea right now." They waited in silence for the tea to steep. It was hard to begin a conversation after all they had shared. And they still knew so little about each other.
"This is exactly what I need." She said, breaking the silence. The dark liquid sliding down her throat was soothing. She looked at the still-naked man sitting across from her.
"So." She said simply.
"So." He replied, "May I beg for the pleasure of a second date?"
"No." She answered. "You will never beg. I forbid it. Of course, don't expect me to beg either. I'm not that kind of girl."
"The night was magical for you?"
"It's what I have always wanted, no…It's what I deserve. But, I also deserve a gag."
"So I noticed. Hopefully, the neighbors didn't."
"I did mention it. Feel free to gag me anytime."
"That may raise a few eyebrows at work."
"Oh, at work I am still your supervisor," She admitted, "But here I am your bondage angel."
"Then I better get my angel home."
"Actually, I was hoping to spend the night here…wearing pink."
Chapter Two 'Stupid, stupid, stupid!' Alice screamed in her head. 'Why did I let myself be so fucking stupid?'
Alice adjusted the water in her shower for the tenth time, trying to feel clean.
They had barely spoken since she woke up to feel him loosening the buckles of the jacket. He had driven her home through the early morning frost. They had exchanged a few pleasantries, but both had acted as if the previous night had not happened.
Alice waited until she was under the soothingly hot water before her self-loathing began.
Just because she hadn't had a good fuck in over a year and hadn't been bound in…well…ever, was no reason to throw herself at him.
She knew, She KNEW that he would tell everyone what a slut she was.
Then the jokes would start. She'd find toy handcuffs on her desk and the cafeteria would serve her spaghetti ties in a knot.
Damn! She had worked so hard to earn her position, now she'd have to move away and start all over again.
But…She had been helpless, so deliciously helpless. She kept waking to feel his arms wrapped around her bound body.
'That is all I ever wanted out of life,' she cried. 'Why does it have to be wrong?'
She touched the back of her head and found the lump she had given herself during the orgasm. It was NOT the kind of knot she liked.
It was Friday, and that was always her special day.
The day she would wear something restrictive under her clothes…with the only key on her bedside table.
It was only last Friday when she had worn her locking corset and thigh cuffs that she saw the pair of tickets hanging from the bulletin board. She quickly learned that Henry couldn't get a date for the concert so he was giving them away.
She had taken the tickets and asked him to accompany her. If she had only held on to the tickets, none of this would have happened!
Alice shook her head as she dried her hair. No bondage today, maybe not ever. Look where it had gotten her.
Disgraced. Maybe unemployed.
Probably unemployable.
Usually, she used the time on the subway to prepare for the day. But today she could not focus on anything beyond the mess she had created. By the time her stop arrived, she was ready to submit her resignation.
The day was maddeningly normal. No half-heard comments, Henry did not lurk nearby and leer, no 'funny' gifts left. That is, until she arrived home.
A package was waiting for her at the desk.
A dozen pink roses.
She waited to get into her apartment before reading the card.
"To my Angel in Pink. Thank you for the freedom to dream. Henry.
Well fuck.
Maybe, just maybe he didn't brag about it. At the very least she had to call him.
He picked up on the first ring.
"Hi, I uh, got your flowers, they're beautiful."
"I hope I didn't overstep my bounds by sending them…"
"Those bonds are just fine. So you didn't tell your friends?"
"What???" He sounded genuinely shocked. "Of course not, what we had was magical and meant for only us. I will never forget last night!"
Alice had found her dreams by being bold once…why not twice? "What do you like on your pizza?"
"Cheese, pep, mushrooms and onions. Why?"
"Oh…no reason." She couldn't believe she had spent all day berating herself and after one bunch of dead flowers and she was going to eagerly make the same mistake. "I'm just going to order a pizza, take a shower and lock myself to the bed."
The phone was silent.
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