Straitjackets.

Straitjackets.

The moment I first saw one, I was in love. I don’t know why. I can’t explain why. It simply just is.

It’s a bondage instrument of restraint, captivity and comfort; Three things I adore.

If you’re in one that’s been tailored to have a few extra buckles and straps, it’s virtually inescapable. You can’t move your arms at all, you can’t slide the jacket up off your body. It’s a device that leaves one feeling a sense of comfort as well. You can wiggle and move a bit, and having one’s arms across one’s chest is something that tends to bring a bit of comfort since you’re hugging yourself. The jacket can be strapped and pulled tight, to give that feeling of restraint and captivity that so many bondage enthusiasts chase after, and that tightness can work to the advantage of other devices as well. Crotch straps can pull whatever is under them up and closer to the body (perhaps maybe even shoving in any inserted anal toys in even deeper?) or act as a means to frame and cushion one’s crotch area.

My first time in one was last year, and once I was in it, I didn’t want to get out. I was wearing a leather jacket and leather pants under it, as well as a rather vibrant pair of blue boots that belonged to the guy I was playing with, Dogcatcher.

I was hooded and gagged, and the gag was a soft and squishy rubber plug with a breathing tube through it. It was quite comfortable, as was the hood. It left my nose fully open and exposed, which is a good thing. I’m not a fan of my nose being covered in any way, shape or form (unless of course, we’re venturing into breath-control territory). I’ve got a rather legitimate reason for this, as I’ve got a deviated septum. Only one nostril really works for me, so when I’m already in a situation where breathing through my mouth is impossible, just breathing through my nose alone feels like a slow suffocation to me sometimes. It’s like, no matter how deep a breath I try and take, it’s never enough. This isn’t really a problem for me though as long as I don’t thrash about or struggle too much, so it’s of no real serious concern. Being in heavy sensory dep hoods where the only air access one has is through two little metal ringlets that just happen to lay somewhere near the nostrils (but not exactly on them) has the effect of making “lose my shit”, for a lack of a better term, because it just feels like I can’t breathe at all, no matter how hard I try.

Anyway, I digress. I loved the hood.

My ankles were spread out with a spreader bar, and some chain was thrown over the straitjacket for added measure. As the photo below would show, I was quite happy



I was like this for about two hours, and after being untied and unhooded, I expressed how I –really- didn’t want out of the jacket, so Dogcatcher obliged my request, and tried out something different.

My arms were moved from the front of my body to the back of my body, and I was laid face down on the floor. He then took some saran wrap and duct-tape and individually wrapped each leg of mine up to my waist, and then taped both legs together, effectively turning the lower half of my body into one large chunk of….body.




Surprisingly, this position was extremely comfortable. I was like this for another 2 hours, and for some time, I was unconscious! It was a little too comfy, and as a result, I managed to get myself a little nap!

Currently, I’m still saving up for my own leather straitjacket, but within the next month or two I should have enough money in the bank to order me one. I’m so excited. :)