Castle Bond –
Part 11
I thought it
was another generic game but dad continued, "You remember that medical
centre-like arena? Well they've started a contest named 'who can take it?"
and 'it' refers to a straitjacket. The girl who can withstand wearing a
straitjacket for at least 48 hours gets a monetary reward and more bondage
equipment."
"Stmmtjmmkt,"
I said not asked. I saw them once at a Fetish Society in a West Midlands
university but never got to try them throughout my history of being bound and
gagged.
"Whmy
Mmm?" I asked, looking at my other older sisters and Jocasta.
"Well
Sayle actually tried it once with Martyn, Avena tried it with her
friends," I was surprised to hear that. "And Jocasta has a medical
condition in her… well you know where." My dad never like to mention
female private parts.
"Amm
Immmgm?" I turned to my second oldest sister.
"She'll be
bound and gagged in different ways," Dad replied then gestured to me. Jon
and my brother flanked me, and I spotted Jaigo naturally excited over the
prospect of seeing me in a straitjacket. I wasn't sure what my boyfriend was
thinking about me wrapped up tightly.
We arrived at
the fake medical centre and found a queue which included my new friend Claire
whose brother James also wanted to have her to be straitjacketed. Melissa as
usual was bound to an outside railing since it as an over 18 -year-old
activity. While we were queuing up, officials came to brief us on the general
rules:
Those were the
main rules when I found myself at the front of the queue. Dad went to register
himself as the 'guardian' and after he signed up, I was led into another room
where a lady without restraints introduced herself as 'Nurse Deborah', and
asked me if I understood the rules. I responded yes through my present gag. I
took off my clothes as instructed.
"Do you
want to wear the nappy instead of your knickers?" She pointed. I decided
not to, but she still placed that nappy in a bag. She then held up a mass of
thick canvas, straps and buckles. It was modelled on the Posey straitjacket
model, with several modifications. Instead of the usual four straps holding the
back closed, there were 10 straps. There were two of them at the end of the
sleeves instead of the usual one and the front loop was a good six inches wide.
The side loops were the same as on the standard Posey.
Nurse Deborah
advanced with the straitjacket and swiftly grabbed my elbows. She slid the
jacket sleeves over my forearms, holding the jacket then quickly pulled it back
over my upper arms and shoulders. She held the jacket firmly with both hands
and walked behind me, pushing my hair over my right shoulder, and began
fastening all the back straps. I looked at the sleeves covering my arms noting
both extended a few inches beyond my fingers and were sewn tightly shut at the
ends. Two long straps extended from one of the sleeves, while two short straps
with metal buckles came from the other. I surreptitiously rubbed the inside of
one sleeve with my fingers, noting the rough texture of the canvas. I
definitely couldn't spread my fingers apart more than an inch or so and was
starting to, to shiver.
Nurse Deborah
continued and pulled the top two straps through the buckles to keep my arms
inside the sleeves, and then started from the bottom of the jacket, pulling
individual straps snugly to fit my torso properly. Once she was satisfied with
her work, she again re-tightening each strap. I looked in the mirror as the
bright white canvas tightly hugged my broad shoulders, chest, and abs
surprisingly without cutting off any circulation. After readjusting the
bottom strap, the nurse crouched down and reached through my bare legs to a
wide strap dangling from the bottom of the jacket. The nurse yanked it back
between my legs and fastened it to a buckle sticking out between the two bottom
back straps. I inhaled sharply as I felt the thick strap press against the
front of my knickers and separating my buttocks.
Nurse Deborah
walked back around in front of me and instructed, "Freyja please lower and
bend your right arm at the elbow." As I did, the nurse pulled the right
sleeve through the wide loop below my boobs and fed it through another, thinner
loop on the side, and she somehow grabbed the sleeve as it came to my back. She
did the same process for the left arm, adjusting my arms straight.
Next, she went
around my back and fastened the two sleeve straps, then placed one hand on each
of my elbows and pushed them towards each other, to reduce as much slack as
possible. My forearms seem to disappear behind the wide front loop and my hands
were on opposite sides of my body. The nurse then took each strap on the
jacket, stuck it through the belt loop on the corresponding buckle strap, and
threaded it back though the buckle, to further make them even more difficult to
loosen.
The wide crotch
strap now started to rub against my clit, the feeling being exiting and yet
painful. Nurse Deborah noticed but just retrieved the bag on the desk,
revealing a plug or muzzle gag.
"Freyja,
the ball here is hypoallergenic so there won't be any oral infections."
She removed my present cleave gag and secured the medical gag. I could only
move my jaw an inch or so as straps ere buckled behind my head, securing the
thick gag firmly in place. After the muzzle gag was secured, the nurse made me
walk around to get used to the cocoon my upper body was wrapped in.
"Perfect,"
She declared but I wasn't sure that moment. She led me back, out. Dad now had a
timer with the clock ticking down. So, I'll be in a straitjacket from 1pm for
two days. Jon held me on the left and we walked out for a late lunch.
I next learnt
he had told Dad we had started dating. I tried to talk through the new gag but
all that came out was a really muted speech. "Hold your words," Dad
remarked as we queued up. There were many options and being straitjacketed and
muzzled, I fumbled to indicate my choice of Fish and Chips. As we sat down to
eat, Dad raised his mobile phone and took a picture of me for the challenge. I
was glad Jon was the one unbuckling my new gag.
With my arms
and wrists tightly secured against my upper torso, Jon had the duty of feeding
me. I did enjoy it even though he got tartar sauce all over my lips. Lunch
finished, the gag was locked back on. We discovered the temperature was
dropping by then. I managed to mouth "Dmd, mmy lgs are fremmmg." My
parents escorted me back to our room where dad unbuckled the teasing
crotch strap. Mum, with her hands know free, helped me into one of the few 40
denier beige tights I brought along.
Back outside, I
found surprises. Imogen was now in a sheer skin-tight body suit, bound in
chains and a black panel gag. What was in addition was a black metallic
chastity belt locked around her crotch. "Uh, Wmm!!!" I tried to
exclaim through my gag as her new male friend Scott guided her. Avena and Sayle
decided to explore the island Immy and I were at earlier. Being the one of the
restrained, I told them would refrain from any more games in the afternoon.
After a few hours, a dreaded signal arrived - I had to answer the call of
nature!
"Dmm, I nmmd
tm gmt thm toimt," I tried to cry to my medical-like gag. I repeat that
twice but he was looking elsewhere. "Jnn, I nmmd tm gm to thm
toilmt," I tried to call to my boyfriend. After another few calls, then
men noticed and I was escorted to the nearest loo. It was mum's duty so her
handcuffs were removed. I won't describe the process, but definite it was
weirder and more difficult to pee and clean up while straitjacketed.
At dinner time,
Dad invited Jon and Melissa to dine with us at another of the Castle's
restaurants, featuring free-range, organic and fusion food. If the Maître d'
had views on seeing me straightjackets and plug gagged, his face didn't give it
away. As we pondered over the menus, the darn crotch strap gave me multiple
arousals and I just couldn't concentrate. Could I last through this challenge
for the next day?
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