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My Rockview Mental Institution Stay – Part 3: Progressive Bondage

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By Straitjacketkwf2

Except for attachments on the wall for standup restraint there was a special bed with dozens of attachment points, a grey vinyl prison mattress two padded cuffs for the wrist and two padded cuffs for the ankles. I lay down on the bed’s mattress with my head resting on the prison vinyl pillow. Both orderlies working in tandem quickly placed the padded leather cuffs around my wrist and locked them closed after adjusting for size. They were already secured to the sides of the bed. My ankles were next. I felt my legs being forced apart, my ankles being placed in the padded cuffs and locked in place. I was in bondage. A locking leather strap was threaded between the wrist cuffs and over my stomach, pulling my arms inward towards my body. No side-to-side movement of the wrists was possible. The same procedure was done with the ankle cuffs, and my limbs were frozen in place. Four point restraint.

A three-inch-wide strap was threaded under my left arm, over my chest and under my right arm, and both sides were secured to anchor points on the side. A second three-inch-wide canvas belt pulled taught over my legs between my crotch and knees. Six point restraint.

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My Rockview Mental Institution Stay – Part 2: The Padded Cell

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By Straitjacketkwf2

The next morning I was awakened to the sound the door being unlocked. Mr. Bind and the Doctor entered my room. As they released my ankle restraints Doctor directed that I should take a shower, shave (with a safely razor) and do what else may need to be done. I was escorted to the bathroom. It took about fifteen minutes to complete the required tasks and, as I opened the door, I was startled to see the emergency restraint chair featured on the RMI website directly before me.

My reaction did not go unnoticed. The Doctor pointed to the chair and I sat down. Working together, one on either side of me, they restrained my wrists first, followed by the lap belt, then the shoulder harness and finally the leg restraints, a task that took less than a minute. The chair was tiled back and I was wheeled to the breakfast table that was part of the hospital day room. Breakfast, prepared by Mr. Bind, was a treat: scrambled eggs, wheat toast with boysenberry preserve from Knotts Berry Farm, grapefruit juice, milk and coffee. Doctor left me securely belted to the chair as he held the glass of juice to my lips.

Apparently I was very thirsty as I drank the juice quickly. The rest of the breakfast was brought to the table and my wrists were released but the other belts remained holding me tightly to the chair. We had a pleasant conversation and I thought they would see that I was not delusional and release me.

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Spiked

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By hard slave

I entered his apartment at the appointed hour. He had left the door open for me as agreed. I walked in and silently strode past him as he spoke on a business call. I knew better than to interrupt or even expect an acknowledgement of my presence. He did not look up and i headed straight to the playroom.

A typed note he had left for me there provided very specific instructions. I was to strip naked and put on the leather hood and the single left-handed glove. Then i was to lie down on the floor and attach myself to the ankle and wrist restraints he had already secured to the eyehooks in the floor, leaving the gloved hand free.

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Wrong Turn Charlie

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By Chained Muscle

Charlie slowly begins to open his eyes to the sound of voices, his head is throbbing, his vision is blurred. He tries to move and quickly realizes his wrists are bound, he’s shirt and pants have been removed and his under shorts unbuttoned.

“What the fuck!”

“You’re awake.” Charlie to turns his head to the sound behind him and is greeted by the old tow truck driver with a raging hard on. It all comes back to him, he took a wrong turn, his car had broken down, he called for the nearest garage, the driver showed up and that was the last he remembered.

The old man pats Charlie on the head, “Don’t worry none son, we just want to have some fun with you.”

The two young boys in front of him are arguing, as the youngest of the two begins removing his shirt. “Pa said I could have this one.”

“Fuck you Billy-bob, I’m taking him first, you get sloppy seconds.” As the arguing continues, the old man shouts, “you two boys be nice and share, our new friend is going to be with us for a bit.”

Nearly crying, “Please, what are you going do? Just let me go.”

The old man just laughs, “Boy, looks like you made a wrong turn.”

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My Rockview Mental Institution Stay – Part 1: Arrival and Intake

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By Straitjacketkwf2

The events portrayed here actually happened, with a few embellishments on my part… Was it real, or was it all in my mind?

Due do bad weather on the east coast my flights were delayed and I would arrive in Ontario CA two and a half hours later than what was originally scheduled. I immediately contacted Rockview Mental Institution so that the car they were sending to pick me up would not be waiting for extra time. I sent a text message of my flight’s arrival while the plane was still on the taxiway and received a text back that two representatives from the facility would meet me at baggage claim. I had expected a driver holding a sign with my name on it, but instead I was met by an orderly dressed in white hospital scrubs. After confirming my identity, Mr. Bind (all hospital personal are addressed by their surname) stated that he had instructions to take me into custody on a 5150 psychiatric hold, a seventy-two hour period of observation at the Institution.

What? I had thought that I was visiting the Institute to observe at the facility, not be a patient, but being in public I did not want to make a scene and meekly allowed him to escort me outside to a waiting white transport van.

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The Rich Kid – Part 2

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By Mister-X / Spartan

Jack continued tying Zeke at night. The two would try to get each other’s rocks off when they needed it and when they had a chance to do so. The frequency at which they did started increasing. It wasn’t long before it became a daily occurrence. But Jack still needed Billy to tie him up every night in the position he needed to be in to strengthen his muscles.

At the end of the term, Jack asked Zeke where he was going for the break between terms. Zeke told him that he didn’t have anything planned, so he would probably be staying in the dorm. The next time Jack saw Ivan, he asked if he could invite Zeke to his place over the break between terms. Ivan called Jack’s father, and his father gave his approval. Jack’s father was pleased to see that Jack had found a friend, providing it wasn’t someone who was after his money. Jack made it clear that this was not the case, that Zeke was just interested in Jack as a friend, nothing more. In that last week, in addition to studying for finals, Zeke had Billy teach him that position that he put Jack in.

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The Bare Minimum Cage

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By POW

He awakens in darkness. He is lying on his stomach, his head cradled on one of his arms, which has gone tingly and numb. He tries to move it and quickly bumps into walls in every direction: up, down, left, right. He panics for a moment, wondering if he somehow has forgotten the beginning of whatever bondage scene he is currently in, because the last thing he remembers is not a bondage scene at all but an ordinary night at home.

He would have no way of knowing that he was locked into a solid-walled cage that, at its greatest extent, would encompass less than two cubic meters of space. And that the cage was currently configured to allow him only half that much room. All he knows is that he can’t move, can’t see, can’t budge the walls that enclose him from head to toe, and the panic begins to blossom inside his chest, making his heart race and the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight up in alarm …

Ah, but I’m getting ahead of myself …

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The Rich Kid – Part 1

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By Mister-X / Spartan

Zeke noticed the guy next to him. He didn’t seem to fit in with the other students. This guy was sitting erect in class, wearing a suit and tie, had a short, thick neck like a bulldog, his shirt heavily starched, his silk tie tight against the shirt collar which was tightly pushing into his neck up to his chin with that short neck, trim waist with thick, muscular chest. His clothes were expensive. He seemed out of place in a room full of sweatshirts, t-shirts, and other casually clothed students. Zeke had him in a couple of other classes, and noticed that the guy seemed to be a loner. Zeke was determined to get him to open up. He figured there was an interesting story to be told about him.

It took Zeke several attempts, but with his friendly, outgoing nature, he was finally able to get the guy to at least say hello to him, albeit briefly. He seemed to be the only student on campus the guy had talked to.

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