The Pink Straight Jacket · Part 2 (2/2)
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"I don't think I'll order onions…never know when I may kiss someone."
nothing… "Of course, I'll be all tied up and will be helpless to prevent anyone from kissing me…anywhere."
Still silent…She wondered if she had broken him.
"Are you still there?"
"…Yes." came the shaky answer.
"What time will you be here?"
"Let's see…You live forty minutes away and if the lights are with me…I should be knocking on your door in about seventeen seconds."
"I'm going to need at least an hour," She said as she laughed. Then a very naughty idea struck. "What should I be wearing for you?"
"Wh…wh…what?" He stammered.
She wiggled at his reaction. This was just too good. "I have a closet full of…garments that don't dare wear outside of my apartment. What would you like to see me in?"
She could almost hear his erection over the phone. "Confess, what is your fantasy?" She asked, teasing him further.
Alice had expected an immediate answer, but it took him thirty seconds to finally answer.
"You" He said simply.
Alice wondered if he could hear her panties getting wet. "I think I can offer a few surprises," She said. "Remember, at LEAST an hour. Oh…and I expect to see you wearing a bit of latex. Several inches worth… Understand?"
"I should stop at a drug store?"
"Bingo!"
She hung up, called for a pizza, let the guard know to let him up, and then ran to her bedroom.
Tonight, she decided, Henry's fantasy would come pre-wrapped.
A bit later she was struggling into a black dress she hadn't worn in years. She chose it because it perfectly hid most of her other choices. Only her black boots and gloves were visible.
The only problem was getting the stupid zipper up. She needed both hands to pull the dress closed, a third hand to pull the bottom down and a fourth hand to pull the zipper up.
Not being a twin, she was short-handed.
Her gyrations were interrupted by a knock at the door.
"That was not an hour!" She yelled.
"Pizza!" Answered a strangers voice.
She opened the door and spun around. "Ten buck tip if you can zip me up!" She said. This was no time for modesty…she needed help.
He looked at the straining fabric. "Make it twenty."
Ten minutes later, Alice discovered another minor flaw: Body heat.
"Well…If I keep sweating, I won't need to go to the bathroom." She looked at the wall clock for the twentieth time. "Just because I told him to take his time, why is he taking his time?"
"Men!"
Some time later she thought she heard a tentative tapping at her door. Either that or a mouse was applauding her cheese selection.
There stood Henry; Love in his eyes, a suitcase in his hands and a bulge in his pants.
Trifecta!
"What's in the bag?"
"Your… I mean THE jacket. You know, in case you want to…"
She took it from him and kissed his cheek. "Thoughtful as always." She lead him into her apartment. She playfully spun, displaying her long black dress.
"You like?" She asked as she twirled again. When he did not immediately answer, she pouted. "Well then I'll just take it off!"
Unfortunately, The dress was just as difficult to unzip as it was to zip.
She admitted defeat after a few, fruitless seconds. "Little help?" She requested.
"Oh no, please continue. I'm enjoying the show. I never realized that a dress could be a restraint by itself."
That made Alice pause. She WAS unable to get out of the dress, but she was hardly in bondage. At least, not in any way she had ever fantasized.
She gave him The Glare.
"Okay, okay," He said, trying not to laugh. He spotted what he would need to bind her.,"I read about a variation on a rope dress called a DrangonFly Cage. Let's see if I can manage it." He made a harness that pulled her shoulders back. It was a simple loop that ran behind her back from shoulder to shoulder. A quick cinch pulled the ropes taut.
"How does that feel?" He asked.
"It has possibilities," She admitted. "I trust this is just the beginning…?"
"Definitely. Would milady take her seat?" He asked, motioning her to a ladder backed wooden chair. He tied the harness to the top of the chair, then pulled the end of the rope down and secured it to a rung at the bottom. He could have stopped there, she was already trapped…but, what fun would that have been?
He had found the longest piece of rope she had left out. "This might work…" He said to himself. He located the middle of the rope and made a loop about two foot long. He placed this over her head with it hanging down in front of her.
"I'm guessing you are going to be busy for a while. Be a dear and adjust the air conditioning. The controls are on that wall."
"How low do you want it?"
"If you can find something sub-arctic, that would be nice."
"Sorry, let's try something else." He reached to untie her.
"Don't you dare! You have my hopes up and my panties wet. Just no hoods yet. Not unless you brought so dry ice with you."
"Sorry, we'll have to depend on your AC." He tied a knot in the front rope then looped the long ends around her arms and tied it off again. "Do you know why we call it Air Conditioning and not Air Cooling?"
"Your dirty-talk needs work." She said sarcastically.
Ignoring her response, he continued to talk as he made more arm-trapping loops in front of her. "A textile company used an early version to control the humidity in their factory. They needed the right conditions to protect the thread." He used the last of the long piece to bind her wrists together. Making her arms form a V in front of her.
"Seriously?" She snapped. "You have a helpless, WILLING partner and you want to lecture me on Air Conditioning????"
"No, not that…it's just" He stammered. "You are the sexiest person I have ever known and if I try and tell you how turned on I am…I'm going to mess myself."
The absurdity of the situation was too much. She laughed as loudly as her constrictive clothing allowed. Fighting to get a word out, she eventually managed to gasp; "Go fill your shorts with ice or something. That cock is MINE tonight!"
Wordlessly he headed to the kitchen, only to return a moment or two later. His knees were far apart as if he had been riding a fat horse for hours.
Holding back a giggle she said, "Now tell me how pretty I am!"
"After I finish!" Alice stared at his crotch which bulged with the jagged corners of many ice cubes. Some men show their love with flowers or quoting Shakespeare. Her Henry proved his love by freezing his wee-wee.
She heard herself sigh. He WAS her Henry, and she was his Alice.
She knew she had been bound by more than mere ropes.
Henry had been busy roping her legs together. After securing her ankles, he had looped his ropes over her dress and tied it off. The final strands were close enough to her bound wrists for him to tie her hands down.
Alice tried to move.
Perfectly delightful immobility!
After wiggling as much as she could, and loving how much she couldn't; Alice saw that Henry was staring at her.
"Something wrong?" She asked.
"No," He said softly. "Everything is just fine. I won't take your picture, because someone else might see it, so I am memorizing every detail of the most beautiful woman in the world."
Alice wished he had used a gag; then her being speechless wouldn't be so obvious.
"Kiss me." was all she could think to say.
He appeared next to her, bending to taste her lips.
She had expected him to shove his tongue halfway down her throat, but his kisses were soft, tentative. His hands were on her shoulders, behind her head. She thought he'd be squeezing her breasts; mauling her.
Instead, she was being…treasured.
He continued to kiss her until she murmured, "Make you a deal."
He leaned back, "Yes?"
"Let me show you what else I'm wearing and you can…" She paused. She couldn't think of anything to add. "Er…watch?"
Henry smiled. "May I drain my shorts first?"
Alice deflated a little. "Did you lose control?"
"What? No!" The ice melted."
Then why didn't…? Alice brightened as she realized what that meant. "How much latex did you bring with you?" She asked with a sly smile.
"Enough." He admitted as he headed to the bathroom. Alice heard the splash as he emptied the water, followed soon by Henry's cautious approach.
Alice admired his body, the tight red latex shorts, and especially the rubber tube that emerged from the front. A very nicely filled tube.
That bounced!
It was almost perfect.
"Lose the socks." She suggested.
"Oops." He said as he took off the last piece of his 'normal' attire.
Alice lightly licked her lips, imaging his reaction to her outfit. Instead, he started kissing her again.
He was a good kisser, no doubt about that…but she wanted…she needed more! Her breasts and pussy needed grabbing. Alice wanted to see his reaction when he realized what she had on under the boring dress.
No, all she got were "End of first date" kisses.
As much as she disliked "Topping from the bottom." it was time to move on.
"My shoulders are getting a little cramped." She said, "Can we try a new position?"
Alice immediately regretted the lie as Henry frantically untied her, apologizing over and over.
"It's okay, it's okay," She said, trying to calm him. "I just want to show you my underwear!"
He paused in thought for a moment, then returned to attacking the knots even faster.
A minute later, Alice was able to stretch, enjoying her few moments of freedom. "Now, as I said before I was so rudely interrupted…" She lifted her hair to show the back zipper. "Little help?"
With a few grunts and groans, Henry was able to lower the reluctant zipper. Although some of the groans may have been in reaction to what was revealed.
With the zipper finally denied its mastery of her, Alice playfully pushed Henry into her recently-vacated chair so she could strip for him.
First she pulled off her long, black satin gloves, revealing white leather wrist gloves. She unzipped her knee-high boots, displaying her white silk stockings.
Then she peeled off her dress, proudly showing the white leather corset that fought her every breath.
Alice had been so proud of her panties. Insanely expensive, they seemed to be made of clouds, Light, frothy, barely covering her sex. They were more rumor than reality.
When dry.
Now they were a sodden mass of fabric that dripped.
…A rain cloud.
Henry's dreamy smile told her that he didn't mind the wetness. Actually, he was mesmerized, watching the heavy drips form, then stretch their way down.
None of that was helping Alice. She had the horny and he had the cure.
She slowly pirouetted before him. "Don't you love how these clothes allow me the freedom to move?" She teased. She leaned forward, pressing her confined breasts against his arm, "Wanna do sumtin' bout it?"
His eyes, which had been relaxed and half-closed, opened and hardened. "Oh yes." He said softly.
Alice fought to hide her disappointment as Henry picked up his suitcase. The strait jacket was wonderful, but she had spent hours in it already…didn't he have something else?
"If milady would lead me to her sleeping chamber?" Henry said gallantly.
With an inward sigh, Alice lead him to her bedroom. He set the case down and helped her settle in the middle of the bed. "At least I won't bang my head." Alice thought.
Henry carefully lifted the pink garment out of the bag. "Is it all right if I hang this in your closet? We may want it later."
"S-sure" Alice stammered. What the heck?
"if my sweetest one who remove the barrier that prevent my access to the gates of heaven?" He asked.
"Oooooookay…" Alice said in confusion.
"Lose the panties, sweetheart." Henry lisped in a perfect imitation of Bogart.
Alice thought, "Add a blindfold to that voice and I am in BUSINESS!" Meanwhile, the panties landed beside the bed with a soft sploosh.
After hanging the jacket, Henry lifted a leather stick from his case. Alice's mouth went dry. She knew a paddle when she saw one and had no interest in being on the receiving end.
"What is that?" She asked, grateful that she wasn't bound. She doubted Henry would force her…but you never knew.
"It's a variation on something I read." He proudly gave her the paddle. "See? It is two pieces of leather, riveted together." He took another out of the suitcase with some straps. "I slide this leather in the gaps between the rivets and I can easily bind any two things together. It's both comfortable and inescapable."
"I thought it was a paddle." Alice admitted, returning the piece.
"Sorry, I don't own one." He smiled, "There are many things I want to do with your ass, beating it is not on the list."
"What does make the list?" She asked, intrigued.
He didn't answer, he just placed the double strap on the outside of her lower leg and used five straps to bind it in place.
"Comfy?" She nodded yes. He placed her foot on his chest and leaned forward so her knee was against her corset. He placed her arm alongside the piece and used another five straps to secure it.
As she tried to free that arm, he busied himself strapping the other.
She twisted and tried to escape but there just wasn't any slack. It wasn't that it was too tight, it was the two straps working against her. The only way it was coming off was when he decided to remove it.
With both arms trapped, he stepped back to watch her squirm.
Alice laughed in delight. She lay on her back with her legs spread high and wide. She could close them somewhat, but the bondage made "wide legs" position the most comfortable.
He moved to the foot of the bed, she didn't try to obstruct his view.
"Please, before you start. I really need to be gagged."
He looked around the room. "Where…?"
"Top drawer. Pump it until I open my eyes." She licked her lips in anticipation. She knew she was topping from the bottom again…but she wanted that gag!
There is was, held a few inches from her mouth, his hands spreading the leather mask open, ready to buckle it closed.
All she had to do was open her mouth and the gag would slip in, become part of her, control her.
She closed her eyes and opened wide.
Her mouth closed when she felt the bladder touch her tongue. She leaned forward and felt the soft rubber press against her face. He fumbled a bit with the twin buckles, but that was all right.
She was where she was supposed to be.
The chin strap made sure she would not be able to open her mouth and ease the pressure.
"You ready?"
"Mmmmmmm"
Ffffffffffffffsshhhhhhhhh. His first pump gave the bladder its shape. Her tongue caressed the sour rubber as her teeth ineffectively bit the hard stem.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMM.' She moaned as the second pump forced the gag along her tongue.
It wasn't pressing against the roof of her mouth; FFFFFFFFFFFFFssssssshhhhhhtttttttttt. Until it was.
She debated. This was as large as she usually made it…should she…?
Fffffffffffffffssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhht. Her eyes flew open, then, languidly closed. Her mouth was full.
"One last detail…"
The soft leather padding was gently pressed over her eyes, hiding what was to come. She could no longer see, only feel.
Alice heard the squeak of Henry's shorts being removed. She smiled inwardly, she had wanted to see that.
She felt the bed shift as he moved on it, she tried to open a bit wider. "Oh yes, please," Kept running through her mind.
This was the moment that had long been denied her. Helplessly bound, totally loved.
Her back arched as he entered her, no longer a gentle lover, He took what he wanted. Every thrust was hard and deep. Her inner muscles clenched at him, not wanting him to go, not even for the smallest amount of time. What she wanted no longer mattered. She had submitted to him and all he offered.
And that was all she needed.
Alice realized her orgasm had started the instant she had been penetrated. It didn't matter if she was coming or not. She was loved, she was bound and she was …
His.
She was unable to move yet no longer bound.
His cock was lifting her with each stroke. She could taste him on the gag, feel his hips as they rubbed against her stocking and hear his labored breath increase as his orgasm was rushing to join hers.
They came together and they would never be apart.
Not in any way that counted at least.
Epilogue ONE YEAR LATER.
Alice could not stop smiling. It was Friday and this was one of the rare weekends where neither of them had and projects due.
Henry had transferred to another department of course, and had quickly established himself as a man going places.
It was amazing what having a devoted woman could do for a man's confidence.
But tonight he was all hers…well…technically, she was all his.
Henry loved seeing her in latex panties, and frankly, they were the only thing she could wear that would hold in her excitement.
Without them, she tended to leave little puddles.
She pulled them up her well-powdered legs, knowing their caress would be a constant reminder of what she would feel that night.
And the next day.
And…
Even better, Henry had found a copy of "Passage to Marseilles," A Bogart movie neither of them had ever seen.
She'd be in a strait jacket while they were watching it…and afterwords…well…
Sweetheart would lose her panties.
The Pink Straight Jacket · Part 2 (2/2)
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