A Second Christmas Story Part 7: The Straight Jacket Continu

Postby jennifer » Thu Apr 10, 2008 2:58 pm

A Second Christmas Story Part 7: The Straight Jacket Continued

Hello again everyone sorry for leaving the first part of the story unfinished, I just wanted to get it posted in a timely matter. Anyway, this is the second half of this part of this series of stories. I hope everyone enjoys it.

I let out a quiet yawn as my eyes opened to the dimly lit room slowly. I tried rolled slowly from my back to my side. As my eyes adjusted to the limited amount of light in the room I began to realize where I was. I was stilly laying on my side in the family room. I began to look around and see what I could take in. I looked first over at the only real source of light in the room, which was what remained of the fire form earlier. The roaring blaze had fallen to a few remaining logs and just simple embers of what it had been. I glanced up toward the clock that rested just above the fire place's mantel. However, the light from the fire wasn't sufficient to make out the time. It was still dark outside, so it must have been between very early and mid early morning. I continued my observations and saw my sister asleep curled up in her sleeping bag on the opposite couch from where I was lying. I suddenly realized that I must have fallen asleep while I was lying on the couch.

I squirmed around for a minute to see what my current situation was, and I found that it wasn't what I had expected. I was pretty stiff on the upper half of my body. The straight jacket was still very securely in places. I gave it a few tugs in different directions and found it was just as secure as when I had been wearing it the night before. My arms were still folded across and strapped to my chest and the sides of my upper body. My body was a little hot too under the circumstances. I was in footed pajamas, sweat pants, a sweater, slippers and a straight jacket after all. My sister had apparently taken the liberty of tucking me in a little. There were two blankets laid overtop of me. The first was wool blanket and the second was a big blue afghan that usually hung over the back side of the couch. Overall, I was pretty warm at the moment.

I tried to use my legs to dislodge the blankets, but I found that I was in for another surprise. When I tried to kick my legs apart, I found that they had been bound securely at the ankles and just above my knees. I wasn't quite sure what exactly had been used to secure them because of the blankets, the two layers of clothing and the lack of lighting. So, I decided to struggle a little bit and test the strength of the bonds. They were rather rigid and unyielding to my initial struggles. My best guess was that they were probably rope, but I was completely sure. I shifted my legs against each other under the blanket to searching for a means of escape. All I got for my effort was a confirmation that my second set of limbs had been secured as well as my first.

I flayed on my back on the couch and squirmed around for a few minutes more without any real success on the matter. I was starting to get pretty hot and sweaty from my efforts. There really wasn't anything that I could do about it under the circumstances. I looked up across the room at my dozing sister and decide to play the only card I had left. I had no chance of getting out of this on my own and it was time to admit that I needed help on the matter. "Mary, hey Mary" I whispered softly at first trying to see if I could rouse my sister to my aid. When the first attempt was unsuccessful, I repeated it in a slightly louder voice and then I went to almost a normal speaking tone when she finally opened her eyes slowly and looked across the room at me. Mary took a moment and began slipping her top half out of the sleeping bag and into a sitting position. My sister raised her hand and put a finger to her lips to signal for me to be a little more quiet. I nodded and let her collect herself for a couple of minutes before she emerged completely from the sleeping bag and crossed the room. She switched on a small lamp next to the couch I was laying on.

When she arrived where I was laying, she knelt down and whispered to me. "Hey little sister, it's still pretty early. What wrong do you have to go to the bathroom?" I shook my head and looked over at her. "I am just a little warm at the moment." Mary nodded and pulled the blankets off of me revealing my straight jacket and legs, which were bound above the knees and at the ankles with white clothesline. "How did my feet get tied up too?" I inquired as I looked up at my older sister. Mary's reply was prompt and direct on the matter. "About half an hour after everyone else went off to bed you fell asleep on the couch. So, I just figured that you planning to spend the night like that. I tied your feet so that if you woke up you wouldn't wander around the house in the dark with your arms tied up and get hurt. I also added the blankets to keep you warm. You used to sleep tied up at home so often so I didn't think anything of it." Mary finished her explanation and gave it a few moments to sink in before she looked towards me for a response. "Are you okay?" She asked.

I replied that I hadn't planned on sleeping like this, but other than being a little to warm and a little stiff I was alright. Mary nodded and stood up clicking off the lamp as she rose. "Hey, wait are you just going to leave me like this." I protested. "Shhsh keep your voice down or I am going to gag you. Everyone else is trying to sleep and I don't want you waking them up. And yes, I am going to leave you tied up until 7 or so. I'm tired and I want to go back to sleep." I wasn't happy with the response that I got and I launched another protest explaining how hot that I was. Mary had been patient with me up to that point, but I could tell that she was aggravated from being woken up. She didn't waste another word on me. She crossed the room and opened a pocked on the outside of her duffle bag. She reached inside and took out 3 handkerchiefs then she came over to where I was laying. "Open your mouth" Mary ordered in a firm voice.

At first, I resisted her intrusion by keeping my mouth held tight. The last thing I wanted was to be gagged right now. However, it proved a futile effort, My sister began by rolling one of the handkerchiefs into a long shaft which she tied a double knot in the middle of. Then she balled up a second one and pushed it tight against my lips trying to work it into my mouth. When I refused her entry, Mary simply put her hand down and pinched my nose shut in the hope of forcing me to draw a breath from my mouth. With both sets of my limbs restrained all I could do is wiggle my head back and forth in an attempt to dislodge her hand, but she kept a firm hold. I held my breath for a little over a minute before I was forced to take a breath. I tried to breath shallow, but I couldn't. When my mouth opened for the first time, the handkerchief got forced in without much difficult on my sisters part. I tried to spit it out, but she countered that by lodging the double knot in the center of the second one between my lips before I could manage the feat. Mary finished off the gag by pulling the ends of the outer handkerchief behind my head and knotting them off very tightly, probably because of the resistance I put up. Finally, she released her hold on the cloth and stood up,

Next, she took the remaining handkerchief and rolled it up. She knelt down and lowered it overtop of my eyes and tied it snuggly off behind my head making an effective blindfold. "There, now stay still and keep quiet I want to get some more sleep and I am tired of being interrupted." Mary said. The next thing I felt was the return of the weight, probably of the two blankets being laid back over me. I struggled back and fourth for a moment or two and shouted into the gag which just reduced my speech a series of muffled grunts. After a few minutes, I stopped struggling and stretched out trying to get as comfortable as I could. I rolled on my side and tried to bring my head to rest on the pillow at the end of the couch. There wasn't any point in trying to get free on my own. All that it would yield would be making me warmer and more uncomfortable. I stopped struggling and just leaned back accepting my fate on the matter.

I laid on my side in silence and darkness as I waited for the remaining hours of the morning to pass ever so slowly. I couldn't move, talk or see, so I was pretty bored under the circumstances. I tried to sleep and I managed to doze on and off, but never for more than a few minutes. I just couldn't fall asleep gagged and bound like I was. All I could do was wait for morning to come and eventually it did. I must have dozed off, the next thing I remembered was the flood of light coming into my eyes as Mary pulled the blindfold loose and put it into her pocket slowly. My sister was standing over me and I could clearly see light had begun to reenter through the windows of the lower floor. It was snowing outside and looked like another wonderful winter day. Mary reached down and slowly pulled the two blankets off of me before rolling them up and depositing them at the end of the sofa. Then, she reached down and guided me upwards into a seated position with my legs hanging off the end of the sofa. "Good morning Jennifer, did you sleep well." Mary said in a sarcastic tone of voice knowing full well that I hadn't. All I could reply with was a muffled grunt.

"I am going to untie your legs now, don't run off just yet okay." I nodded and looked down as she began unknotting the coil of rope on the upper part of my legs. Mary took her time and made sure to coil the first rope neatly before beginning on the second. But after a few minutes, my legs were finally free. I looked down at her as she coiled the second piece of rope and stood up. She turned her back and began to retrace her steps to her duffle bag. I shouted in protest into the gag hoping that she would take a moment and remove it. My mouth was getting pretty sore from it and I wanted it out. "Sorry Jen, I am going to leave that in a little longer, you woke me up this morning and I like having you quieted down. I'll take it out soon if you behave." I gave her a mean look, which she answered with her back. Mary walked across the room ignoring me and put the rope away. I was still reasonably helpless and she knew full well that there was nothing I could do about it. She waited a few more minutes as she stood back and stared back and forth between me and the fire which she had built back up before she finally came over and approached me.

Mary reached down and took hold of one of the straps on the back of the straight jacket and slowly moved me up into a standing position. "Come on, I let's take a little walk shall we." She said as she gestured me towards the exit to the living room.

I had a strong urge to kick my sister, but I held my temper. I really didn't want my legs tied back up at the moment. I was pretty sore and just wanted out of the straight jacket. It wasn't uncomfortable really, but I was still pretty stiff from the night before and I wanted to lose one of the two layers of clothing I was wearing under it. I was just too hot. Mary released her hold on me and asked me to follow her out of the living room and led me down the hallway towards the bathroom. The walk was short and soon after we arrived at the bathroom. The door was shut tight and locked when Mary tried the handle. She knocked and my aunt gave a response that she was doing business and we would have to wait a minute or two. Mary and I stood there in silence as we waited for my aunt to finish. I debated speaking up a couple of times, but decide against it because I couldn't get a message across anyway. Finally, after what seemed like a short eternity the toilet flushed and the door opened a minute later.

My aunt opened the door and beheld the two of us. She had a surprised look on her face as she took the whole view in. "Mary did you keep her in that thing for the whole night?" My aunt said as she looked down at me. I just mmmphd into the gag and nodded. Mary reaffirmed my answer verbally to my aunt. My aunt just smiled and patted me twice on the head before she headed down the hallway from where we had just come. Once she departed Mary reached down behind me and began working on something. I faced forward and let her be. After a minute or two, the crotch strap on the jacket fell loose. It was shortly followed by the tension that kept my arms tight finally beginning to slacken some. Mary undid the last clasp and the ends of the sleeves pulled free. I was glad to finally begin to loosen up some and I immediately began the process of untangling my arms from the remaining straps. Mary spent the next few minutes letting me go completely as she finally lifted the straight jacket from me.

Once my hands were free, I immediately went for the gag, I forgot that I still had mittens over my hands and I found it quite difficult to undo it without my fingers to work the knot loose. I brought my hands back down to my front and began pulling the mittens off. However, by the time I did the gag came loose as Mary removed the last knot securing it to the back of my head. I spit the second handkerchief out into my hands and passed it to my sister. "Why did you have to keep me gagged for so long anyway? You know I don't like it." Mary just smiled back at me holding everything. "Because I know it annoys you and you wouldn't let me sleep. Anyway, your free now so go ahead and use the bathroom and change if you want to. I give you some privacy already." With that, Mary walked off and back toward the living room leaving me free standing in the hallway. I decided to follow my sister's advice and headed into the bathroom. The first thing I did was get the outer layer of my outfit off and deposited it on the floor. I began to cool down almost immediately. It was a relief to be able to cool off.

I sat back and did my business in the bathroom. I used the toilet, brushed my teeth, straightened my hair a little and decided what to do next. I decided to stay in my pajamas for the time being. I pulled my mittens back on and proceeded to collect the outer layer of clothing and my slippers form where they were sitting on the floor. Then, I opened the door and headed back to the living room to find Mary. The sliding door to the room was shut when I arrived and I slid it open to gain entry from the hallway. Surprisingly, the room seemed empty of people. The fire was still burning, but there was nobody around. I hiked in slowly looking around, I caught the ambush from the corner of eye a moment too late. Sean jumped me from behind and grabbed me around the upper body pinning my arms to my sides. I couldn't react quickly enough to dodge with my hands full. Mary came from the opposite side of the doorway and helped Sean push me down onto the floor on my stomach. Sean adjusted his grip and began trying to get hold of my wrist while Mary approached me with a coil of rope.

"Hey, get off me. If you want to tie me I'll cooperate, just let me get up off the floor first okay." I protested. Sean released his grip on my arms and backed off. I took a moment to collect myself and pushed myself upwards until I regained my footing. Mary asked me to cross my wrists behind me and after a moment I complied without much hesitation. My sister took a moment and secured my wrist with a double criss cross tie using the rope. Mary finished the job with a secure knot on top of the tie before she stepped back. "Okay there, I am tied up. But don't gag me this time okay." Mary nodded and smiled at me. "That’s fine, I just thought you might want to spend a breakfast tied up for a change. We haven't done one in a while and I thought it would be fun this morning before everyone else is up an about. Sorry about leaving you earlier, I just wanted to sleep in a little and I was a annoyed that you woke me up so early." I returned my sister's grin and told her that it was okay. I should have known better than to fall asleep with a straight jacket on.

Mary led the way out the family room and down the hallway to the kitchen. Sean and I followed in close pursuit towards the kitchen where the two of us sat down at the table waiting for Mary to fix breakfast. Sean pulled a chair out for me and allowed me to sit down. Then he pushed it back under the table before seating himself next to me. The two of us sat and watched as Mary poured some ingredients into a bowl and mixed up a set a batch of pancake batter. She stirred it for a few minutes and then began pouring a couple of scoops of it onto a skilled letting the batter begin to take it's cooked shape. Meanwhile, Sean and I sat back and watched hungrily as Mary worked away at the stove. After a while, Sean got up and set about seeing the table for the three of us and gathering some of the side items. He got each of us a glass of milk and juice along with a bowl of cereal while Mary worked over the pancakes at the table. "So, Jennifer how do you like the straight jacket?" She asked out of the blue while she continued to cook.

I told her that it was great. I had never been in something so secure in all my life. It was comfortable for a long term wearing and I just loved it as a whole. Mary smiled, "I am glad you like it so much. I helped Mom and Dad pick it out for you. It fit you like a glove last night and I couldn't resist leaving you in it a little longer this morning." Mary went on to explain how where she had found one online and that it had been hidden at her house until Christmas morning when she had slipped it under the tree while I had been tied up. She had shared some of the cost of it with my parents as a special surprise. (There was a lot I still had to learn about my sister since she had left the house, but that was still to come.) The conversation bounced back and fourth for a while as Mary continued to cook. It was about that time that Amy rounded the corner and entered the room in a groggy mood. She must have been drawn in by the smell of the food or the talk at the table.

My younger sister rounded the table and looked each of us over. She didn't seem surprised to see my hands tied, it was a common occurrence at my house. She bid Sean and I a quick hello and headed over to where Mary was cooking. "Whata making? Smells Good. Can I have some?" "Pancakes, yes they do, and if you are hungry I'll make you some too." Mary replied curtly and told my younger sister to have a seat at the table. Amy looked pretty happy as she walked over and pulled the chair out at the place Sean had set for Mary. Mary took a few more minutes and finished the last of the batter and deposited the finished product onto a plate before heading over to the table. She set the pancakes down and headed over to the cupboard to get herself another plate and glass. Before seating herself. Amy grabbed a couple of pancakes outright and dug in. Sean was a little more conservative in his efforts and served me before helping himself to a few. I just sat and watched as he poured syrup over all three stacks and topped them with butter. Then, he took a bite out of his own and Amy started eating.

Amy was on her fourth or fifth bite before my situation hit her. "Hey, how is Jennifer going to eat with her hands all tied up like that?" My little sister inquired. "We're going to have to feed her I guess." Sean answered as he picked up the fork next to my plate and used it to get me a piece of pancake. Then he held it up and let me bite it off. I took a moment and ate it slowly enjoying it before I swallowed. Sean got me another bite, which I consumed in the same fashion. He ate a bite of his own in-between and gave me a sip of juice to wash it down. Amy just sat back and watched with fascination at the whole process. She watched as Sean and I repeated the process a couple of more times slowly and relaxed. It seemed to interest her to no end as she sat back and watched. I realized that this was the first time Amy had witnessed this old enough to try and rationalize the situation. It had been one of my favorite parts of our games when I was younger. It meant that a tie up didn't have to end because of a meal. But we hadn't played it in a while.

Finally, Amy seemed to work up the courage to ask something. "Sean could I give it a try?" My brother looked over at her. "You want to be tied up to eat?" he asked. "No silly, I can't eat tied up. I wanted to know if I could help Jennifer eat breakfast." Sean just shrugged and looked over at me. I told him it was fine and he passed the fork over to my younger sister. She used it to break off another piece of pancakes and held them up for me to eat. I leaned forward and tried to take the bite of food, but my sister hand eye coordination was less stable that my brothers. I got more of the syrup on my chin than in my mouth. Sean and Mary had a good laugh over the incident at my expense. I finished chewing the food and joined in the laugh afterwards. Amy seemed proud of herself and drew herself upwards to where she was sitting up on her knees on the chair. Then she tried again to get me a second bit. This time we were a little more successful. Amy continued until the last few bites were gone and dropped the fork the plate. Sean and Mary just sat back and had a good laugh at Amy's progress and responses to the matter.

When we were done, I used my legs to push myself back from the edge of the table and stood up. Once I cleared the table, I took a quick moment and worked my tied hands around from behind my back to my front by pulling my legs through them. I was still pretty flexible even when I became a teenager. Amy watched with amazement as I got my hands around to my front without incident. I grabbed a napkin off the table and wiped my face off. "Thanks for the help Amy. And thanks to both of you for a great present and a wonderful breakfast. That was fun. I am going to go catch a quick nap for a couple of hours before we go sledding this afternoon." Sean and Mary both game a your welcome response and I headed back toward the stair case leading up to the second floor of the house. I entered the room where Lucy, Amy and I were sharing and headed over to the empty bed. Lucy was there just getting up for the day.

"Good morning Jennifer. So, where were you last night?" My cousin asked. I gave her the short account of what happened and explained that I wanted to get a little more sleep before we went sledding that afternoon. Lucy nodded and told me she would wake me up in time to leave. I thanked her and headed over to the empty bed to lie down. I was tired and I wanted a little more rest. "Do you want me to untie your hands?" She asked as she was getting ready to leave the room. I looked down at my wrists, I had forgotten that they were still tied together in front of me. "No, not really I think I'll be more comfortable this way anyways." Lucy crossed the room and lifted the covers for me as I laid down. "The do you want me to tie your feet up also?" She offered. I told her that I didn't care one way or the other, I was just tired. Lucy took me up on my invitation and cinched my ankles together with a bathrobe belt before she exited the room closing the door behind her. I was tired and ready for a few hours of rest. I laid my back against the pillow and slowly closed my eyes.

Well, there we finally go another story done and only a few parts left to go. It was a fun morning to say the least. But, the rest of the fun was still to come that weekend. I learned a little more about my sisters that day. Mary in particular. Feel free to give me some feed back if you want. Until next time,

Jennifer

Postby canuck100 » Fri Apr 11, 2008 4:15 am

Now I can't wait (and I'm sure I'm not the only one!) to find out what it is that you learned about your sister Mary. It's not fair to leave us on a cliffhanger like this!

Great story, as usual.

Postby Daniel » Fri Apr 11, 2008 10:18 am

You're not the only one indeed, Canuck... Great writing and awesome story, Jennifer!

Postby jennifer » Fri Apr 11, 2008 6:45 pm

hey all,

Sorry to leave you hanging like that. I still have a story left before that will come out in a story itself. You have to wait a little longer I am afraid. I was originally planning to go back to some of my younger years before I moved forward. There are still some details from my past years that I skipped ahead that I don't want to spoil other stories. But, I do have another experience that I could tell about after this collection of events that would fill in my statement about Mary. Would you guys prefer I go backwards or forwards I am okay either way. I just would like someone to give me the green light one way or the other if you know what I mean,


Jennifer

Postby jennifer » Thu Apr 17, 2008 5:44 am

It's already posted. Glad you liked part 7 though.