Of course you do.

You take the straitjacket off of the mannequin it sits on, and give it to him. He tells you to take off your hoodie, and you pull it off, draping it across a rack of other bondage gear. The AC hits you, giving you goosebumps as he begins to put it on and fasten it up. First, he tightens all of the back straps and the neck strap making sure it fits perfectly. “How does that feel?” “It could be a bit tighter.” “Your wish is my command.” He chuckles. He makes each strap a couple notches tighter, really making the straitjacket grip your body and neck.

Next come the arms which he helps you with putting you in a severe self-hug, tightening each strap after making sure all of the slack is out, and you try to move your arms and can’t, as they are now bound to your chest and hips by strong leather straps. To seal the deal, he puts the crotch straps and makes sure they are strapped on top of that. There is no getting out of this straitjacket easy and it feels…exhilarating. Your cock is leaking pre-cum into your boxers, which will soon start to stain your pants.

He turns you around, puts you up against a support pillar with a mirror opposing you and sees the small dark stain, causing you to redden, but he merely chuckles again. “Don’t worry, ain’t no one gonna judge you here.” It helps you relax a bit, but attempt to move your arms but obviously can’t, the straitjacket preventing you from doing so, not having even a little bit of give.