Warning: This story features non-consensual bondage and sexual content.

Context: This is a short story written for Day 24 of Kinktober 2025 using the prompt words Straitjacket and Armbinder.

“Gghhhkh... ggllauaahh! Aa..hahh...”

At last the gag was pulled out of my mouth. Drool tumbled from my lips as I coughed and gasped in air. I remained seated on the table as my legs weren’t steady enough to stand yet.

Nurse Lyla stared impassively, in her neat white tunic and white cap sitting atop brown hair in a tidy bun. Her pretty face didn’t match the cruelty I associated with her. She was years younger than me and yet had absolute authority over my life.

“Patient 74 appears to be calm. Recommendation: AB regimen.”

I was an unwilling patient in a psychiatric hospital, in a wing dedicated to long-term containment of women diagnosed with sexual deviancy. My constant proclamations that I was wrongfully detained hadn’t helped one bit. Eventually I spiralled into a panic, culminating in me biting a staff member. My punishment for it had only just ended.

I was wearing the standard issue orange bra and panty set. They were one-size-fits-all, but in reality that one size was much too small for both my rear and my bust. It was quite embarrassing sitting in nothing but ill-fitting underwear in front of Lyla and the two orderlies assisting her.

The reasoning for the skimpy titillating clothing was a type of exposure therapy. In theory, the restrained patients would learn to co-exist with other attractive people without interacting with them. In my limited experience it just encouraged patients to get more creative with ways to ‘interact’.

The two assistants, one man and one woman, approached. I lifted my arms, waiting for them to apply the usual straitjacket. Without explaining or waiting, they forced me to stand and turn around. The man grabbed my arms and forcefully pulled them behind me.

“Hey! Not so rough. I’ll co-operate, just tell me what to do. Oww!”

He had no consideration for my comfort as he grabbed my arms and wrenched them together. The woman pulled something up over them.

It was a white latex armbinder. They struggled to tug the small-circumferenced sheath up my arms, working to overcome the friction. Like everything in this place, this attire felt much too small for me. Eventually it covered from my fingertips to a little below my shoulders.

Then they started pulling on the laces. It wasn’t tight at all before compared to this. The sleeve compressed with considerable force, crushing my arms against together. My elbows connected. My shoulders were pulled back. My arms became one solid limb, with absolutely zero wiggle room within the restraint.

“Redo those upper laces. I want them much tighter than that.”

“Yes nurse. Nnngh!”

“Gahh!!”

Once they’d laced and closed it as tight as humanly possible, they finished with a few straps running from the top of the binder over my shoulders and crossing over my chest. This was far worse than the usual straitjacket. Finally they applied the usual belt with an extra strap passing down between my legs and back up through my buttcheeks. An awfully bothersome crotch-strap.

“Patient 74, you will wear this for a week as a reminder of your transgression. Understood?”

“Y-yes...”

I didn’t dare complain. The memory of my punishment was all too fresh. She nodded, and the others grabbed my shoulders. I was marched out of the room, back towards the cells. A week wearing this terrible armbinder. This was going to be difficult.

We stopped in front of the many heavy-duty doors, opened it, and stepped inside. The room was a small space with white rubbery padded panels covering it. The kind of room to keep insane patients from hurting themselves, though such patients were mostly found elsewhere in the asylum.

I was shocked to see someone already standing in the room. They must have brought me to the wrong one. I tried to turn back towards the door but was shoved forward.

“Huh? But there’s someone already in here.”

“We’re at capacity. You two will be sharing for a while.”

“But...”

SLAM!

My cellmate took a step towards me. I recognised her. Clarissa. She had curly dirty-blonde hair and a tall curvy figure. She was one of the troublesome ones, the kind that liked to boss others around. I’d managed to steer clear of her. Until now.

“Nice new threads you’ve got there blondie. Who’s dick did you have to suck for those?”

She was wearing the more typical restraint: a white latex bolero straitjacket, which covered the shoulders and arms, holding the latter folded beneath the breasts. It helped to emphasise her orange bra clad chest. And she had the usual crotch-strap belt.

“N... no-one. It’s a punishment.”

“Heh. Naughty girl. What did you do?”

“I may have.... bit...”

“Ohhh I heard about that incident! So you bite huh? Well fun fact, so do I~”

She’d been slowly slinking closer the whole conversation. I was nervously stepping back, and realised I’d just backed myself into a corner. She closed the gap, standing intimately close.

“It gets pretty boring in these cells doesn’t it? Why don’t we try to think of something fun to do together...”

She leaned down, her breath hitting my face. She was enjoying my discomfort. I couldn’t bring myself to move or resist as she nudged her nose against my cheek. Pressing herself lightly against me, she brought her lips to my mouth.

“Mmmh~”

“Aammhh?”

She shoved herself against me, pushing me against the wall as the make-out ramped up in intensity. She enjoyed the taste of me as I meekly submitted, with no real way of stopping her.

When she eventually paused for breath, I took the only chance I was likely to get. I pushed her back and squeezed out to the side. I could tell she was surprised.

“W-well I think I ought to get some sleep. It was hard to rest properly during the punishment after all. That was uhh... nice and all b-”

“Who said we were finished?”

She took a step backwards and sat down. In a skilful display of flexibility and dexterity, she lifted her right leg and slipped her toes in under her crotch-strap. She managed to grip both the strap and her orange panties and wrench them to the side, leaving them pinched in against her thigh, and exposing much more of herself than I cared to see.

Then she stood up again and went quiet, locking eyes with me. I realised I was in serious trouble.

“N-no. Get back. Ahhh!”

thud!

She dashed at me and threw out a swift kick, sweeping my legs out from under me and making me collapse to the floor. Lucky for me that the ground was padded. Unlucky for me, she immediately climbed on top of me. Even without the use of her arms, she quickly had me pinned to the floor beneath her.

“HEEEL-mmghh?!”

As I started to yell, she quickly repositioned herself and dropped her bare butt squarely on top of my face.

“MMMGGHHH!!”

“What’s the matter blondie? Having a hard time breathing? Is my ass less pleasant than my mouth?”

“Mmggmgpghhhgh!!! Mmm-Aaaghh! P-please Clarissa. I’m sorr-Mmmgghh?!”

“Mmmhh~. Feel free to stick your tongue inbetween those cheeks if you like.”

She lifted her ass up again. I was panting heavily, reeling from the smothering warmth and weight of her butt. She turned around and sat down on me again, more gently than before, but this time with a different orifice settling on my lips.

“Here’s the deal blondie. You can play with me, properly this time, and we’ll get along real well in our shared confined space. Or you can refuse, or shout, and I’ll tell the nurse that you haven’t gotten over your biting habit. Want another punishment from her instead?”

She rocked her hips, bumping her thighs against my cheeks. Stuck beneath her with my arms trapped behind me, looking straight up at her body looming above, completely dominating me despite having her arms bound in front of her, I had little choice. I couldn’t go back to solitary, I just... couldn’t.

Slowly, I opened my mouth and extended my tongue. She sighed, relaxing and lowering herself a little further to meet my touch.

“Ooh. That’s nice. Y-yes that’s what you’re really for. Aaahhah~. D-deeper. Faster!”

She shivered as my tongue and lips caressed her. She was getting very into it, pressing herself down harder against my face. My nose barely had room to inhale, forced to draw in her scent. She was moaning uncontrollably.

“Yes! Oh god, nearly... keep going... I c-can't... ohhhh I’m gonna... AAAAHHHHH~~~”

For a few seconds, the full weight of Clarissa sat on my face as she quivered violently. The inside of my mouth and most of my face were completely drenched.

“Mmmghh!!!”

“Ahhh~... hehe. Y-you're good blondie. Real good.”

She finally sat off me entirely. We were both trying to catch our breath.

“I can’t wait to do that again.”

“W-wait... again? I thought it was a one-time... I can’t do that again. I won’t do it again!"

She calmly performed her acrobatic leg trick again, undoing the previous motion to slide her panties and strap back into their usual place.

“That’s a shame. You’ve already forgotten. How about I remind you what happens then.”

I scrambled backwards on the floor as she strutted towards me, only for her to step over me and walk over to the door.

“GUARD! I need immediate help in here!”

The sound of someone running over.

“What? What on earth is the ruckus in there?”

“Thank heavens. You have to help me! She... she tried to bite me!”

“Seriously? She’s still at that? Hang on.”

My jaw dropped. Clarissa turned to me smugly as she backed away from the door. It swung open and two guards entered, followed by Nurse Lyla.

“Tsk tsk. Didn’t learn your lesson after all did you Patient 74?”

“W-wait, no. She’s lying!”

The guards grabbed and lifted me, dragging me out of the cell kicking and screaming.

“I didn’t do anything! She did! You have to believe meeee!”

SLAM!

Clarissa sighed and laid down, feeling quite satisfied.

At the end of another corridor, there was another thick door. It didn’t lead to a normal cell room, but into a tiny unlit closet-sized space. I was dragged towards it, now with painfully tight straps around my legs.

“Nurse please listen to me. I’m really sorry about my outburst. I didn’t mean it. But you have to believe me, I didn’t do what Clarissa sai- No, not the gag! Anything but that. Nonononono-nnngghghghkkh!!!”

The tip of a silicone phallus entered my mouth, and was shoved inch by inch down my throat by Lyla.

“I told you that if you ended up here again, you’d be getting a gag an inch longer. Didn’t believe me?”

“MmMGghhH!!”

She kept forcing it down until the ball at the end wedged inside my mouth. She pulled the straps closed particularly tight, clearly annoyed at having to arrange another punishment so soon.

The solitary confinement cell had a metal bar extending upwards from the floor, ending with a curved panel holding two large upright dildos. Horizontal bars spanned the space from the side walls all the way up.

I thrashed and whined into the dildo gag as much as I could, but it only delayed the inevitable. Eventually I was settled down onto the vertical pole, and strapped to the horizontal bars behind me. At Lyla’s instruction they did not remove the armbinder, opting to keep my arms restrained within it instead of held in metal cuffs.

“We need a longer stay this time. Let’s say... 48 hours. That should be long enough to think about all your wrongdoings that brought you to this point.”

“Mmmmggghhhh!!”

My gagged cries faded to nothing as the door slammed shut, leaving me helpless and alone in the dark.