Yes, and it’s a Black leather straitjacket

As you look around, you find yourself attracted to the straitjackets, feeling the various ones, made from canvas or latex, some are on mannequins like one that didn’t have hardly any chest covering, which said “Bolero”, and another which seemed like a high-duty one that might be used by hospitals. The one that really catches your eye is near a corner of the store, made of black leather, stitched with a diamond pattern for strength, and there is a strap in every location imaginable. The feeling of it makes you hard again, and while you are distracted another LL associate walks up to you.

“Enjoying that jacket, boy?” The man that speaks to you is a blond-haired stocky man a bit smaller than you, but much more confident and self-assured. He has hairy arms and is standing lackadaisical with his fingers resting in the belt loops of his leather pants. “Uhh…uhh…yes. Yes I am.” You can hardly stammer out your answer as you forget to introduce yourself as an LL associate. You hold out your hand to shake and he shakes it, his grasp being firmer than your own. “Well, we’ve stood here jacking our jaws enough, wanna try it on?” “Here?” “Sure. The store is pretty empty right now.” “Well…uhhh…” You do want to try it on but aren’t sure about changing in public.