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Elizabeth POV:

What she took out of her drawer was what seemed like a straightjacket, but different. First of all it was completely black and it was made of a different material from what I saw. My experiences wearing a straightjacket have never been good, first what Edward did to me, then the several days that I had to spend locked up in a cell for 23 hours of a day restrained like an animal, and finally how they forcefully changed me into one before I was transferred. My hesitation must have shown on my face.

"Oh don't look at it that way, I read your file and by reading within the lines I know that you have worn some of those heavy straightjackets in the past for not the best of reasons, but this one is a sexy straightjacket that is made for comfort. Plus its fabric is a more comfortable material. Besides you already agreed and in this office, there is no going back on your word". She said with a smile at the beginning which soon left her face for a deadpan look that suit her face more, almost daring me to say no to her.

"Sigh....… Fine a deal is a deal" Then I proceeded to take off my top shirt, my pants, and underwear. Then Dezra approached me with the straightjacket that as I looked closer had too many holes to be of any practical use for restricting an inmate's movement.

"Now extend your arms forward" I followed Dezra's instructions and allowed her to put on the jacket, that as it turned out was made of really good quality leather I felt how the cool fabric touched my skin and my arms were once again in what I could describe as bags, but this time it did not felt like the usual rough fabric of a straightjacket that I had been used to, but more cool to the touch. Dezra then proceeded to tie up some of the leather straps in my back, in a relatively loose manner since the purpose of the jacket was not on restricting my movements, then I finally noticed the front of the jacket.

"What in damnation? Why is my chest exposed in this thing?" I said without much thinking and even though a couple of seconds ago I was completely naked this made it seem more erotic for whatever reason.

"Don't you like it? I always think that the chance of maybe looking at something might be better and more seductive than actually looking at it. This way there is a chance that I may glance full at your breast or maybe not. I honestly find this jacket particularly seductive and it's made of really good quality material". She said it without an ounce of shame in her voice and close to a monotone tone of voice. Sadly enough I reminded myself when I was preparing myself to one of the many balls that I had to attend with my dad for socializing and the exact same words were said by my tailor when adjusting the dress that I was going to put on. How can this situation and that be so different and similar at the same point?

Then she proceeded to bind my arms under my chest with some of the straps that got clasped to my side. I tried moving my arms, but there was no way they were going anywhere. Yes, they were relatively loose compared to a regular restraining jacket, but not by much, besides I felt that if I moved them too much my breasts would pop out and they would be hanging for her to see… and why exactly do I care about that, she was just looking me at my naked body a couple of minutes ago. With that thought, I felt the blood rushing to my face and I could see her looking at me too.

"Now just the finishing touch" Then she proceeded with the lower part of the jacket that from what I saw before looked like leather underwear, she passed it between my legs and clasped it to the back with some straps.

"There we are done, hmmmm you look beautiful all bundled up that way you know," she said again with a smirk and I could see some sweat going down her face. Was she really putting that much effort to tie this contraption on?

Am I really selling myself for a piece of cake? I thought with a slight sense of guilt inside of me.

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Prev: Elizabeth - First Week 7 - Trade

Next: Elizabeth - First Week 9 - Open

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Zernasss

Description

Elizabeth POV:

What she took out of her drawer was what seemed like a straightjacket, but different. First of all it was completely black and it was made of a different material from what I saw. My experiences wearing a straightjacket have never been good, first what Edward did to me, then the several days that I had to spend locked up in a cell for 23 hours of a day restrained like an animal, and finally how they forcefully changed me into one before I was transferred. My hesitation must have shown on my face.

"Oh don't look at it that way, I read your file and by reading within the lines I know that you have worn some of those heavy straightjackets in the past for not the best of reasons, but this one is a sexy straightjacket that is made for comfort. Plus its fabric is a more comfortable material. Besides you already agreed and in this office, there is no going back on your word". She said with a smile at the beginning which soon left her face for a deadpan look that suit her face more, almost daring me to say no to her.

"Sigh....… Fine a deal is a deal" Then I proceeded to take off my top shirt, my pants, and underwear. Then Dezra approached me with the straightjacket that as I looked closer had too many holes to be of any practical use for restricting an inmate's movement.

"Now extend your arms forward" I followed Dezra's instructions and allowed her to put on the jacket, that as it turned out was made of really good quality leather I felt how the cool fabric touched my skin and my arms were once again in what I could describe as bags, but this time it did not felt like the usual rough fabric of a straightjacket that I had been used to, but more cool to the touch. Dezra then proceeded to tie up some of the leather straps in my back, in a relatively loose manner since the purpose of the jacket was not on restricting my movements, then I finally noticed the front of the jacket.

"What in damnation? Why is my chest exposed in this thing?" I said without much thinking and even though a couple of seconds ago I was completely naked this made it seem more erotic for whatever reason.

"Don't you like it? I always think that the chance of maybe looking at something might be better and more seductive than actually looking at it. This way there is a chance that I may glance full at your breast or maybe not. I honestly find this jacket particularly seductive and it's made of really good quality material". She said it without an ounce of shame in her voice and close to a monotone tone of voice. Sadly enough I reminded myself when I was preparing myself to one of the many balls that I had to attend with my dad for socializing and the exact same words were said by my tailor when adjusting the dress that I was going to put on. How can this situation and that be so different and similar at the same point?

Then she proceeded to bind my arms under my chest with some of the straps that got clasped to my side. I tried moving my arms, but there was no way they were going anywhere. Yes, they were relatively loose compared to a regular restraining jacket, but not by much, besides I felt that if I moved them too much my breasts would pop out and they would be hanging for her to see… and why exactly do I care about that, she was just looking me at my naked body a couple of minutes ago. With that thought, I felt the blood rushing to my face and I could see her looking at me too.

"Now just the finishing touch" Then she proceeded with the lower part of the jacket that from what I saw before looked like leather underwear, she passed it between my legs and clasped it to the back with some straps.

"There we are done, hmmmm you look beautiful all bundled up that way you know," she said again with a smirk and I could see some sweat going down her face. Was she really putting that much effort to tie this contraption on?

Am I really selling myself for a piece of cake? I thought with a slight sense of guilt inside of me.

Next:

Prev: Elizabeth - First Week 7 - Trade

Next: Elizabeth - First Week 9 - Open

________________________________________________

Would like to hear from you all how did I do with this scene? were the descriptions appropriate or something am I missing.

Like always let me know how I am doing down in the comments

Zernasss