A straitjacket for Halloween (the mundane reality) M/f
Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2023 11:04 am
Not too long after I began seeing Grace, I acquired a very nice straitjacket for her from Etsy's 'Straitjacket Shop;' white with black straps, dual crotch straps, and black zippers over her boobage area, it looked pretty sharp. So sharp that wearing it as a Halloween costume to the annual adult Halloween party I've been attending for over a decade seemed like a good idea.
Some fast facts about the party; it's put on by a gal I've known for over thirty years, but only reconnected with on Facebook around 2010. She was married to another gal and lived in an 18th century haunted house. Their annual Halloween party is attended by a variety of SF fen, SCA-dians, kinksters, and other alterna-folks, or at least those who're friendly to such. So if ever there was a party where you could attend in some form of bondage, this was it. Indeed, I'd taken a previous gal-partner in a straitjacket costume, and it was more than a bit of a hit. A repeat performance with a different gal in an even sharper SJ seemed a natural.
We agreed that she'd wear hospital scrubs underneath, as her "patient's outfit" which she could strip down to if she needed her arms free. But we also agreed that loosening the arms all the way would afford her enough freedom that she could do most things, although her hands would still be inside the sleeves. She practiced a bit and found that carrying a cup and a plate of food was easy enough. I wanted her to be barefoot, but compromised on her wearing a pair of Crocs, which she could kick off if she was comfortable enough.
As for me, I wore an antique doctor's smock, the sort with a high collar with buttons up the side. I added a mirror-reflector headband and a stethoscope.
Grace did her hair into an insane, frizzy up-do, adding crazy-eyes makeup over a light powdered face. She looked pretty insane.
We arrived early and found a secluded corner where we could strap her in (the drive being close to an hour, so wearing it to the party was a definite no-go). My friend came across us and was amused, a bit taken back that the SJ was for real, as it had a shiny, costume look, what with the black straps. She was particularly intrigued by the boob zippers and expressed an interest in trying it on.
Grace almost immediately kicked off her Crocs and I led her, barefoot, down the steep steps to the home's kitchen. We got us both a drink, and she was able to hold a cup tucked into her elbow, drinking through a straw.
We wandered around, me introducing her to several people I knew from previous parties. Everyone loved the straitjacket and there were several questions as to where we acquired it, with more than a few asking about the conspicuous zippers.
Eventually we wandered outside to the firepit where ciggies, both tobacco and weed, were being enjoyed. Being 420 friendly we liberally imbibed, with me sharing from my own stash. After about 90 minutes she asked for her sleeves to be loosened, and she walked around like that for the remainder of the evening (she decided she didn't want it removed as it was too cold).
All-told we were there for around six hours, finally headed home around 1am. Since she was still cold, she wanted the loosened SJ left on as we drove home, her dozing on-and-off.
Overall it was a very fun evening, and we both enjoyed the reactions we received as an old couple wearing a vaguely risque, kinky costume. I knew we couldn't wear the same costumes next year, but this year was a total blast.
Oh, and we never did get around to letting my friend try on the SJ, at least not at the party. But we did have a private social gathering several weeks later.
Some fast facts about the party; it's put on by a gal I've known for over thirty years, but only reconnected with on Facebook around 2010. She was married to another gal and lived in an 18th century haunted house. Their annual Halloween party is attended by a variety of SF fen, SCA-dians, kinksters, and other alterna-folks, or at least those who're friendly to such. So if ever there was a party where you could attend in some form of bondage, this was it. Indeed, I'd taken a previous gal-partner in a straitjacket costume, and it was more than a bit of a hit. A repeat performance with a different gal in an even sharper SJ seemed a natural.
We agreed that she'd wear hospital scrubs underneath, as her "patient's outfit" which she could strip down to if she needed her arms free. But we also agreed that loosening the arms all the way would afford her enough freedom that she could do most things, although her hands would still be inside the sleeves. She practiced a bit and found that carrying a cup and a plate of food was easy enough. I wanted her to be barefoot, but compromised on her wearing a pair of Crocs, which she could kick off if she was comfortable enough.
As for me, I wore an antique doctor's smock, the sort with a high collar with buttons up the side. I added a mirror-reflector headband and a stethoscope.
Grace did her hair into an insane, frizzy up-do, adding crazy-eyes makeup over a light powdered face. She looked pretty insane.
We arrived early and found a secluded corner where we could strap her in (the drive being close to an hour, so wearing it to the party was a definite no-go). My friend came across us and was amused, a bit taken back that the SJ was for real, as it had a shiny, costume look, what with the black straps. She was particularly intrigued by the boob zippers and expressed an interest in trying it on.
Grace almost immediately kicked off her Crocs and I led her, barefoot, down the steep steps to the home's kitchen. We got us both a drink, and she was able to hold a cup tucked into her elbow, drinking through a straw.
We wandered around, me introducing her to several people I knew from previous parties. Everyone loved the straitjacket and there were several questions as to where we acquired it, with more than a few asking about the conspicuous zippers.
Eventually we wandered outside to the firepit where ciggies, both tobacco and weed, were being enjoyed. Being 420 friendly we liberally imbibed, with me sharing from my own stash. After about 90 minutes she asked for her sleeves to be loosened, and she walked around like that for the remainder of the evening (she decided she didn't want it removed as it was too cold).
All-told we were there for around six hours, finally headed home around 1am. Since she was still cold, she wanted the loosened SJ left on as we drove home, her dozing on-and-off.
Overall it was a very fun evening, and we both enjoyed the reactions we received as an old couple wearing a vaguely risque, kinky costume. I knew we couldn't wear the same costumes next year, but this year was a total blast.
Oh, and we never did get around to letting my friend try on the SJ, at least not at the party. But we did have a private social gathering several weeks later.