Charley took me to the other wall with all of the clothing. I was most excited to find I was being led to the straitjackets.
“I saw you eyeing this one up earlier, care to-”
“YES!”
Charley’s eye’s lit up at my reaction. I know that look, the blind look of a bondage spell. I think in my excitement I may have accidentally used my powers to get Charley to be my next victim… er… make ME his victim. Haha.
“Well then, saddle up cowboy. Let me show you to the changing room. Unless you’d prefer some assistance. This is a straitjacket afterall, you can just put it on over your clothes.”
I slightly nodded my head and he took me to the back wall near the changing rooms. there was a mirror on the corner of the back wall. I looked into it and saw Charley loosening the display jacket and taking it off of it’s hanger.
“Take off your overshirt, cowboy.”
He said in a playfully dominant tone. As I unbuttoned my shirt and placed it on a stool against the wall, Charley was finished unbuckling the last buckle. He held it up to me and I slid my arms into the holes as if I was also hypnotised. Just as the leather reaches my undershirt and chest, I look back in the mirror. I notice that all of the other customers seem to have left. It’s just him, me, and who I presume to be his uncle at the counter.
I feel the jacket tighten around my torso and instinctively wrap my arms around in the appropriate manner for a straitjacket. This is heaven.
He tightens the last buckle on my back and grabs the two straps attached to my sleeves.
“Let me know if he’s too tight for you.” Charley says, obviously referring to the jacket.
I nod my head.
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Charley pulls the leather straps tighter and tighter until my arms can’t move any more. I am completely encased into this leather hugging garment and I might as well have no arms with how restricted they are. I instinctively wiggle around my torso to test the bonds and I am not going anywhere. As I look into the mirror, I see myself and get a little turned on at the sight. Suddenly, a hand comes out from between my legs and grabs the two padded crotch straps in dangling at my legs.
“Get ready” Charley says as he yanks them up and back down, locking the buckle in place and making my growing crotch significantly more noticable.
He walks around me and checks my front. He seems very pleased with himself.
“What? No gag?” I ask (only slightly kidding)
“Be patient, cowboy. This is one of my favorite items in the store, it’s sort of a special piece for me.” he says, gently rubbing his hands on my chest.
“Oh? Why is that?” I ask
“Every employee in the store has an initiation of sorts, they have to spend the work day as a model wearing whatever item they choose while standing on this platform.” he points to a raised section in the middle of the store, maybe 2 feet by 2 feet (like 61 cm) “I chose this jacket as my poison, it was a great experience. No customers are allowed to touch you without your permission, but I gave my permission to every single man who would even think of asking. They tested the straps, handgagged me, even copped some feels; I was elated.
“Wow! Are you hiring by any chance? Haha”
He laughed. “Haha, not at the moment, but if you want, I can give you an interview if you want us to have your name of file.”
“Yes! Please! I guess the gag can wait then.”
“Maybe...” he smirked
Charley lifted his hand to my neck and hooked his finger around the ring on the collar of my jacket. He led me to the ig black curtain lining the back wall. With one hand he found the split in the curtain and pulled it aside to reveal a black door. As he opened the door he pulled me inside. I could hear a voice as the door closed saying “nice one charley! Treat this one well!” this broke his serious facade and he giggled a little. He flicked on the light switch. “That would be David, he is my Uncle’s best friend and has worked here since the day this place opened. He always needs to comment on whoever anyone takes into the interview room”
“Is this a normal occurrence?”
“We interview at least one new guy a week, I have only ever interviewed one other person. Have a seat.”
I turn around finally and see a small room, dimly lit (more so than the main store) with a desk, two chairs, a few furniture pieces I don’t recognize, and a wall with a small security monitor to let you see what is happening in the main room. I take my seat at the desk and get reminded that I am in a straitjacket.
“Oh no, sorry. I thought this was down, take a seat here.” Charley walks over to the far side of the room and pulls down a murphy bed. It has jet black satin sheets and no pillows. My jaw is on the floor.
“We do our interviews here a little different. Do you consent?”
“Um… hell yeah!” (remember, consent is sexy! Even in a fictional TUG story [exceptions apply])
I got to sit down at the foot of the bed and Charley comes up behind me and undoes my straitjacket. As the seal is broken I can feel the rush of cool air reaching my skin again, leather really does NOT breathe. He takes the jacket and lays it down on the desk. Next, he goes behind the desk and takes a ring of keys out of one of the drawers. He fiddles around to find the one silver key and unlocks a metal display behind the desk, I assumed it was a window. The metal shudders lift like a garage door to reveal a wall of gear and gags.
“These are our special demo toys, some of them aren’t even available in store. Just a perk for the employees and out victims.” he grabs four cuffs that look very similar to the ones he showed me before. And what looks like a really small corset.
He tells me to strip as much as I feel comfortable and I go all the way down to my very skimpy briefs, my boots, and my hat. (all black) Charley begins to strap the cuffs onto my wrists and ankles, as he does so he begins the questions.
“So how old are you?”
“18”
“How did you find the shop?”
“It was the first result from Google”
“How long have you been involved with kink?”
“Since puberty, really. But never got into playing with others until about two months ago.”
“Have you had any previous jobs?”
“Nope”
“Okay, last question, is this too tight? Too loose?”
He moves around the last cuff on my wrist. I shake my head.
“Now this is a fun one, open up please.” he goes into my pile and grabs both of my knee socks and begins to stuff them into my mouth. They taste really bad considering I’ve worn them for like just under two days.
Next he takes the weird corset thing and puts it up to my neck, it reached just under my nose and ends just as my sternum. This thing is soo weird and sooo cool. He wraps the two sides around my head and neck and begins to buckle them in back, three buckles seal it up and he tucks the excess straps into a belt loop behind my head. I notice that I cannot move my head up, down, left, right, anywhere. This posture collar/gag is completely immobilizing.
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Charley walked around to my front and appreciated my cheeks puffing up above the collar/gag and smiles. I bring my cuffed wrists up to him, waiting for him to link them or something. Instead, he tells me to lay in the center of the bed and relax my arms and legs. I do as I am told. As I lay I cannot look anywhere but up, but I can see out of the corner of my eye he grabs a small remote form the space where the cuffs were and he clicks it once.
My arms and legs immediately get pulled out spreadeagle. They are magnetic just like the cuffs from the shop! He comes up to me and grabs my hat off of my head and puts it on himself.
“Say when” he says while he moved a small dial up and I feel my arms and legs getting pulled tighter and tighter.
“mmMMMMPH!” I eventually muffle when I cannot move any more.
Charley tosses the remote onto my pile of clothes and then gets on top of me, he pulls off his logo T-shirt and gives me this evil grin.
“Ride em’ cowboy”
TO BE CONTINUED