Tales of the Rope

Chapter 13: Homemade Straitjacket

Hi, my name’s Marla, and straitjackets are something that I’ve always had a fascination about but not a lot of experience with. For one thing, they aren’t for sale down at the corner supermarket. I am not sure where you can even buy them. Nor are they cheap, at least I’ve been told that leather straitjackets cost hundreds of dollars. I saw a photo once of a rubber one, but don’t know if that’s much cheaper.

What I like about them is the security. I use the word security when I mean inescapability. A good straitjacket should make the wearer totally unable to remove it. A secondary effect is that the person is also limited in her actions. And they’re more comfortable than tight ropes for long-term bondage. Not that I haven’t done some pretty long term rope bondage, but it stands to reason that a straitjacket will restrict the circulation much less and put less strain on the limbs. If you’ve ever been tied with your elbows tight together behind your back for four or five hours, you’ll know what I’m talking about.

When I lived with Bill, I used to sleep all night with my wrists crossed and tied behind me. The ropes weren’t extra tight, but snug enough so that I couldn’t work them off by myself. And the knot was always up between my wrists on top where the fingers just can’t quite reach. I’ve also spent the night in handcuffs (self imposed for the most part, before I met Bill), and one time spent a good part of a night wearing a single glove. But I’ve never worn a straitjacket long enough to test its comfort. The homemade one I did try wasn’t a store-bought one and only approximated a real one. Still, it was secure, since Bill insisted on any bondage being real, just as I did. Let me tell you about it.

It was one Saturday afternoon, and Bill wanted to go to a movie but I didn’t want to see the movie he did, so I suggested that perhaps he could leave me in the apartment in a state of total immobility while he enjoyed a male blood-and-guts movie. I had studied most of the morning and was tired of the books. And it was not uncommon for me to be left alone in the apartment naked and tightly bound up. Usually it was in a hogtie, often to a chair, and sometimes in other forms of restraint. I guess I haven’t told you yet, but one of my favorite games is to be tightly bound and then left alone for an hour or two. It is very scary to be alone in a house or apartment and totally helpless, but also very exciting. And I have found that some men really enjoy knowing that there is a naked, helpless girl waiting for them to return.

But I digress. Bill got some rope out but then got a funny look on his face. He told me that he was going to try and create a straitjacket effect as we had talked about a few times. I immediately stripped off my blouse and jeans, and then waited to see if he wanted the panties and bra off, too. He did. Nothing unusual there.

wrist, and then he had me stand up and he looped a long rope around my waist, pulling it in tightly. When he had half a dozen loops around me, he tied off the rope in front and then brought it down between my legs and up my bottom to the back. It went around the rope in the small of my back and then back between my legs to the front where it was tied tightly. That gave me a sort of harness around my waist that couldn’t slide up because of the ropes through

over the waist rope in the back. He had me hug myself so that my arms were wrapped around me in front with my hands by my sides. He brought the rope up to my left wrist, which was the arm closest to my body, and squeezed it through the

he had left me tied like that, I don’t think I could have gotten out. When he was getting some of the other equipment, I tried to bring my arms up and over my head but I couldn’t even begin to get them over my breasts. My breasts are medium sized, but the arms were so tightly pulled that I couldn’t lift them at all. And the way my upper arms squeezed my breasts

shot. He took a short rope and tied my arms together where they crossed in front. He tied that rope down to the waist rope in front, jerked it tightly and knotted it off with a grin. I’ll have to

my head so that my arms were completely covered. It was one of his sweatshirts, so it was pretty large on me. He cut a small but perfectly round hole in the front, and another in the back. These were down by the waistband elastic. He put the end of another length of rope through that hole and tied it with several knots. Then

I was figuring I was almost done. My arms were well tied under the sweatshirt and I didn’t think I could get free. The only question was how he would tie my legs.

around my body as tightly as he could. The tape stuck immediately to the shirt and was wrapped pretty tightly. He wrapped

looked at myself in the mirror and it was quite a sight. The arms of the sweatshirt were taped tightly to the sides, and the whole thing looked like a bizarre Christmas package, silver tape on a white sweatshirt. Bill told me to struggle and I did. It was an agreement between us that I would always give each bit of bondage a good test and be honest about any weakness I found.

care. Well, I should be honest: I did care. If he had left my legs free, then I would have really tried to work the homemade straitjacket off. And might have succeeded. I am pretty good at escaping from all the practice I had as a teenager. It was one of our rules that if there was a chance of getting free,

I only got free from Bill’s bondage a couple times, and those were when we had