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There was no way you were getting out of this now. The anchor points on the wall were placed exactly where they needed to be – right next to each of the six D rings on the straightjacket. Three on one side – shoulder, waist, hip – and three on the other, plus one on either side of your neck and one for each ankle. The padlocks connecting each D ring to the eyebolts left no room for movement and when you tried, all that happened, really, was the sound of creaking leather.

There was a little more leeway with the locks that held the ankle cuffs to the wall. But not much. And the leather straps that Garrett used to tie the D ring on the front of the straightjacket’s collar to the eyebolts on either side of your neck were very secure. You could not move your neck. At all. His final touch was to shove your ring gag in, buckle it tightly and lock it on with a small padlock. The lock is probably overkill at this point you thought.  Bound like you were, there was no way in hell you would be able to remove it. Still, hearing the click as he fastened the lock gave you a rush. Just like hearing all the other locks securing you upright to the wall did, when he snapped them into place.

Trying to move does nothing but frustrate you. Garrett has buckled you into the straightjacket very securely and it’s about the tightest it’s ever been. You can’t breathe as deeply as is normal and the crotch straps straddling your cock and balls allow little room for your growing cock. The back buckle securing the straightjacket around your waist is so tight that it feels like it’s putting pressure on your bladder. You feel like you have to piss. Which is not going to happen as long as you can stay in control. Stay in control … Fuck. Like you’re in control here? There is very little you have control of at the moment and you’ve got the feeling that Garrett’s slowly going to be stripping away every last bit. Careful what you wish for you tell yourself. Fuck you, Garrett.

Oh man, you have to piss! But you don’t dare. You’re not exactly sure of how much is in there and you don’t want to run the risk of leaking on the floor. A piss stain around your crotch is one thing, a puddle on the floor is another. Plus, there’re the clauses in the contract about you serving as Garrett’s full-time urinal during your visit and you not pissing into anything but a diaper, or a glass so you can recycle. A contract that has yet to be signed, you remind yourself. So, all bets are off for the time being. Or are they? Feeling yourself bound up, gagged and secured to the wall tells you otherwise. Garrett’s the one holding all the cards unfortunately. Fuck you, Garrett.

You’re getting warm despite your effort to remain still. Big surprise – you’re in a straightjacket, in a closet with little circulation, and held securely against a wall. There is some air coming in under the doors and through the small space between them, but it isn’t doing a lot to help keep you cool. Plus, heat rises.

Your mind shifts back to control. Or the lack of it. That’s a root that anchors most of your fantasies and something that you and Garrett have spoken about extensively as you prepared for this visit. It’s always a rush when you talk about it and your cock was hard every time you worked on the elaborate contract that you and he negotiated. A contract reading and co-signing, that was one of the first things to happen after you got here. Not this. The fantasy of all leather and lots of bondage all weekend is enough to make anyone’s cock stand at attention. Whose wouldn’t, you thought? But now that you’ve allowed yourself to be put in this situation, you’re second guessing that choice. You didn’t expect your weekend at Garrett’s to start so quickly and so intensely. Clearly, Garrett had a different idea.

You’ve known Garrett for years, originally meeting online who knows how long ago? And you’ve had the opportunity to meet at a few leather events over the years. He’s been a great mentor in several ways, his being a pipe Master one of them. You’ve loved pipe smokers but never took it up yourself. It all seemed intimidating – what kind of pipe to smoke, what tobacco to use, how to fill one, light one, smoke one. He offered to teach you remotely and so you followed his advice – bought a cheap pipe, some mild tobacco, and a pipe tool – and he schooled you in the art of pipe smoking. You were proud when he told you that you took to it like a fish to water. After a few missteps of course. But that was understandable, he said.

Garrett also got you into remote predicament bondage via webcam and keys kept in a timed safe. The two of you talked over the years about making a weekend out of it and there was a lot of planning and negotiating that went into making it happen. You found yourself thinking more and more about the weekend, the closer it got. And now it was here and you aren’t sure you’re as ready for it as you thought you were.

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