Straitjacket Bondage Outfit

You see black leather pants with various straps on them, a pair of black military style combat boots, a very heavy and durable looking black leather straitjacket with a diamond pattern stitching, which you have no idea why it is for, perhaps style, perhaps something else. He also has a small baggie in his pocket, which you don’t really know what it contains.

He hands you the leather pants, which you once again lube up your legs and panties and they slide on, almost instantly conforming to the shape of your ass and legs. You still can’t tell what the straps are for, and though most of them look decorative in nature, a few point up at the waist and a couple near your ankles make you worry, just a tad. You then lube up the pant legs, as per his instructions.

Once that is done he has you thrust out your arms, like a mummy after which he slides the straitjacket up your arms, onto your shoulders, and around your body. It feels strange, not having sleeves that end as well as the weird feeling of putting a jacket on backwards, though you quickly shake it off.

David seems to have tightened this kind of straitjacket many a time as it would seem that he tightens almost every back strap before you can register it. It feels a little snug but not like a boa constrictor, crushing all breath from your body.

“How does that feel,” David inquires. “It feels great, but could you make it a little tighter?” You don’t know why you said to make it a little tighter but just roll with it, as David tightens the back a little bit more. If it wasn’t snug before, it certainly is now. You have no room to twist or shake your body and you haven’t even gotten to the arms yet. The collar chafes your neck a little bit but it is mostly bearable.

He then guides you through a severe self-hug through two side-loops formed by straps, one for each arm, which he tightens as well. He then unzips the leather pants crotch which let’s cool, fresh air tickle your pussy for the first time in what seems like forever, and you realize by the smell, you are utterly aroused by your current situation and surely David must notice as he is tightening the crotch straps which makes your aching lips puff up and grow even more aroused.

You try to pull your arms to rub it, but the straps are firmly keeping your arms in place. It is at this point you hear a strange sound and you shake your body, hear multiples of the same sound. You are a little worried and talk to David, which is now in front of you tightening the strap which will bind your arms together and to your chest, just under your boobs, which rub against the soft leather interior of the straitjacket.

“Um David, I have a question.” “Shoot.” “What is that sound I hear?” “Oh, those are padlocks, to give the appearance that you are super restrained, it gets people in here, and looking at you even more. Why, is it a problem?” “No, just asking.” You know that you should be worried in case of emergencies but are distracted by your arousal, the feel of the leather, and the slow but sure descent into subspace. He tightens a few more straps on the front of the chest and after a few more padlocks, he is done. He also remembers the leather pants from earlier and tightens the waist straps which bind the pants and straitjacket into one singular bondage piece.

He then sits you down at the bench and rubs lube over your feet, which feels wonderful, and slides on the military-style combat boots that slide on like a charm, due to the leather interior. He tightens them both and ties them tight.

You finally get a look at yourself in the mirror for the first time since David stepped into the fitting room and you are sent reeling at your appearance. Almost every inch of you is covered in black leather, hiding in your pale flesh, but in a way, revealing it all, showing everything. You see your puffy crotch, dripping slowly in erotic sensations, and you look to David who attaches a chain leash to a D-ring on the collar.

“So what do we do now, David?” His voice is firm, with an edge that wasn’t there before. “Well ****, since you are now in a uniform, you shall now address all employees you see that are not bound as Sir, Master, Madam, or Mistress should they talk to you first. Any other Slaves shall be addressed by whatever names given to them by staff. Onyx, is your name until your shift is over that is. Do you understand?”