Straitjacket Bondage in a Spandex Catsuit

Straitjacket bondage

A few weeks ago, I posted about my first bondage experience in my friend’s new straitjacket.  I had a really good time strapped up in that thing, and couldn’t wait to do it again.

Well, that opportunity came a bit sooner than I thought.  The week following my first straitjacket adventure was a disaster at work, and I was about as stressed out as I have ever been.  Nothing relaxes me more than a good bondage session.

So that Friday at lunch, I called my friend to ask if he had plans that night.  Luckily he was free, and after I told him about the week I was having he told me to stop by after work.  He knows that bondage always helps me relax, and told me that he was going to spend the afternoon trying to come up with a scene that I would enjoy.

That afternoon went by fairly quickly, and by 5:00pm I was knocking on my friend’s door.  Because of our frequent bondage sessions, I was keeping a small collection of my Spandex gear at his place.  And when he opened the door, he was once again holding one of my suits for me to wear.  He was also holding his straitjacket.  With no invitation needed, I changed into my Spandex suit and went looking for my friend to see what he had planned.

I found him in his living room.  When he saw me, he stood up and held open the straitjacket.  I walked right up to it and slid my arms into the sleeves.  He was getting good at strapping this thing on me, because in less than a minute I was helplessly stuck in a very tight fitting straitjacket with a crotch strap buckled very tight between my legs.  He finished my fetish ensemble with a leather blindfold.

With one hand on my butt, he guided me to his bedroom and helped me crawl up on his bed.  He used a few wide leather straps to tightly strap my legs and ankles together, and then told me to relax for a few minutes while he went to the garage to get a few things.  Who was I to argue?  In the last ten minutes, I was transformed into a bondage fetish object wearing a skin tight Spandex catsuit and tied up in a straitjacket on my friend’s bed.  Yeah, I could feel the stress leaving already.

Quicker than I expected, my friend returned with what ever gear he needed for this adventure.  He helped me move to the center of his bed, and positioned my body so I was laying straight as an arrow with my head at the top and my feet at the bottom.  He then went to work tying me to his bed in earnest.

By the time he was done, I was tied up tighter than I thought was even imaginable.  He had locked a thick leather collar around my neck, and used ropes to anchor each side of the collar to its respective bed post.  He pulled me down the bed a bit to put a little tension on the collar.  Not too tight to cause concern, but definitely enough so I couldn’t move my head much at all.  Just the way I like it!

And then things got interesting.  That afternoon, he went to a hardware store and bought some light weight ratchet tie downs, like the kind you would use to strap things down in the back of a truck.  He attached a tie down to each side of the leather strap already binding my ankles together, and tied the other ends of the tied down to the matching bed post.  He tightened them so they were snug, but not tight.  He quickly did another set of tie downs to the leather strap binding my lower thighs/knees together, and fastened each one to the side somewhere under the bed.  He repeated the slow ratcheting of each strap, and stopped just when they were starting to get snug.

Knowing my friend, I knew he was going to tighten everything when he was done.  But he wasn’t ready to do that just yet.  I could hear him grab another set of tie downs, but had no idea where he was going to put them.  All of the obvious anchor points were already used, or so I thought.  That’s when I felt him begin to thread a tie down strap underneath my right arm pit.  That clever bastard!

The final set of tied down straps was threaded under each arm pit, and then fastened to the bed posts at the head board.  He ratcheted them snug, but like the other tie downs they weren’t tight yet.  At least not as tight as I knew they were going to get.  I struggled a bit in my stringent bondage, but quickly wore myself out.  I was also very turned on!

And then things got tighter.

My friend started the process of stretching me out tight.  He started ratcheting the tied downs at my shoulders first.  He only tightened them a few notches, before moving to the foot of the bed to start working on the tie downs at my ankles.  With each pull of the ratchets, I could feel my entire body being pulled down towards the foot of the bed.  The only problem was that the top part of my body was already firmly attached to the head of the bed.  Nearly all of the tension was taken up by the straps at my shoulders, and there was never more than a slight feeling of tension on the collar locked around my neck.  Just the way I like it!

He kept ratcheting the tie downs at my ankles tighter and tighter, when I realized how really clever this guy is.  with each notch of the ratchet, my friend was causing the crotch strap of the straitjacket to tighten more and more.  By the the time he was done, I was drawn out tighter than a bow string with a canvas strap trying to split me in two.  I was in heaven!

With a few quick ratchets on the tie downs strapped to my knees, my friend was done.  Almost.  Just because I wasn’t helpless enough, he took a thin string and tied the big toes on my feet together.  And of course, he then my toes to the metal footboard stretching them tight so they were pointing almost straight down.

I did the token struggle against my bondage, but I literally couldn’t move a muscle.  And I’m not exaggerating with that statement.  I could not move!  I have only been tied so completely perhaps once or twice in my life.  Now that every decision was out of my control and I was at the complete mercy of a guy I trusted, I finally started to relax and the stress I had when I arrived at my friends house practically disappeared in an instant.

My friend then slowly removed my blindfold, and let me slowly get used to the light.  He asked me if I was comfortable, and if there was anything causing any pain.  I told him there wasn’t, but promised that if I started getting uncomfortable I would tell him immediately.

He stood up, and disappeared from view.  I tried to follow him with my eyes to see what he was up to, then realized that with the way I was tied the only thing I could hope to see was the ceiling directly above me.  Another brilliant move by my friend.

I heard the vibrator a fraction of a second before I felt it.  Which gave me no time to react.  But tied as I was, that didn’t matter.  A grunt was the only indication my friend had that he had hit the mark.

He spent the next thirty minutes, or so, expertly playing me with his vibratory.  He would switch from rubbing it up and down the crotch strap, to giving me a deep tissue massage on my thighs, and then gently moving it around my lower stomach.  It was extremely intense not being able to move throughout any of it, and I was so turned on that I could barely stand it.  I really wanted to be pushed over the edge, but was absolutely helpless to do anything about it.

Luckily, I think my friend knew what I was going through.  He took a short break from the vibrator to move my erection to the side of the crotch strap so he could have better access.  And after giving it the fingernail treatment for about five minutes, he fired the vibrator back up.  I was expecting another marathon session of edge play.  But then he did the unexpected.  With one hand, he pressed the vibrator firmly against my erection, and with the other he gently pressed it against my lower abdomen.  For some reason, when someone gently presses against my lower abdomen when I’m being played with I almost always cum instantly.  My friend knew this.

I went over the edge instantly, and fantastically.  The harder I came, the harder my friend held the vibrator against me and the harder he pressed his hand against my abdomen.  I’ve never been able to cum repeatedly before, but I think I climaxed three times before my friend finally relented.

After my friend finally untied me and peeled the straitjacket off of me, he let me shower as he prepared a pizza for us to eat.  When I was in the shower, my friend had put out a robe on the bed for me to wear.  I put it on, and went to eat a much deserved meal.  During the meal, we talked a lot about bondage session I had just endured.  We both agreed that it was almost perfect, but I did manage to give him some tips for the next time he got me tied up like that.

To my amazement, by the time we were done eating I was really turned on again.  Neither one of us had any plans that night, so before I had the chance to think about it I was tied up and stretched out in a very tight spread eagle on his bed.  But this time I was completely nude, and he had an generous supply of KY Jelly.  However, before he let me go this time he put me through one of the most intense three hour bondage edge play session I have ever experienced.  I still shutter a little bit when I think of how badly he edged and ultimately milked me.

My friend only took a few photos during this bondage session.  Sadly, this is the only one of me tied up in the straitjacket, and it was before he had me fully strapped down.  The rest of the photos he took were taken when I was tied down nude, but that isn’t what this site is about.  If only you could see what he did to me that night…  😉

Tied up in a straitjacket