Things are going quite well at the moment. In the end, I missed my straitjacket so much and my wife had always found it really easy to use that I took the plunge and ordered one again from the same supplier on eBay. This time, however, I decided to pay the extra costs to have it made especially tailored for my measurements exactly. It took about 10 days to arrive, and I never mentioned it to my wife until the small parcel arrived; then I told her what it was! Straight away she said to go and unwrap it and show her while she laughed at me getting another one. After that, she made me strip, and like a true expert, she had me strapped up tight in it within three minutes. It is awesome—the fit is so right and snug, and even the collar size fits my fat neck to perfection.
She loved it and started messing with my huge erection, telling me we were going upstairs in a minute, which got me even bigger! Anyway, she kept me in it leading me around the patio and all around the house attached to one of the dog leads she had. That’s how I spent the whole day; honestly, she had no intention of removing it. Even when my stomach started rumbling, she went to the kitchen and came back with a large bag of crisps in one hand and an old water bowl from the dogs, tipping some crisps into that for me. She placed it on the sofa and said if I was hungry, I should eat.
I was famished; it had been 7 hours totally restricted and immobile. Other than a couple of sucks on a straw of orange squash, that was all I had been given during that time. I said I couldn’t eat like that, hoping she would just let me out, but she just looked over and said, “Well, you will be very hungry by tomorrow then,” laughed, and turned the TV up. I sat there for about 15 minutes sulking, but she was unmoved. Finally, I managed to get down onto my knees and lower my head into the dish, chasing the crisps around with my tongue until I finally got a couple into my mouth. It was really hard work, but I kept on because I was so hungry.
When I looked up, she was looking over and laughing at me, telling me her little slaveboy was making a noise like a little piggy in a trough. Then she carried on watching TV while I licked all the bits up from the dish. She kept me like this until way after we went to bed. I thought she would let me out to use the toilet at least, but she refused and led me to the bathroom, held my penis, made me pee whilst pointing it in the pan, and then flushed.
She cleaned my teeth and washed my face before tucking me under the covers next to her, rolling over, and going off to sleep. I was really aching around the shoulders but was scared to complain or wake up in case she got mad or felt she wasn’t in control, so I just lay there as still as I could, drifting in and out of sleep until she rolled over at 2:30 am and said how good I had been. She announced that she was going to release me now so I could get some sleep; she rolled me onto my front undid all the straps and helped ease it off.
We have had some really intense sessions with the jacket fitted, along with that neoprene hood and the chastity belt and plug fitted whilst being spreadeagled to the bed… awesome.