Night at the museum

Sally Slater was a 19 year old student, she was tan and lean with a firm young body. She had a very important project coming up, very important because she had not done well the rest of the year. She was given the task of writing an essay on a local figure. The figure she picked was Samantha Slater. A distant relative that was notorious for Hacking her abusive step father and step brothers to death with an axe. Samantha had been committed to an asylum shortly after turning 18, she had spent the next ten years of her life in a lunatic asylum before being declared sane cured released and marrying the director of the asylum. The local town museum had an exhibit on Samantha, it included the restraints that she had worn for nearly a decade and the cot she had been confined to every night.

The museum was really a large house that contained nick knacks wealthy people had donated, it was the obsession of a little old lady that had left the museum trust her house for them to use. There were two floors and a basement. There were a few part time volunteers and a tour guide that ran the place in her spare time. The tour guide was a young woman in her 30’s she had a neat uniform red hair, Sally couldn’t remember her name. The tour guide took Sally to the basement to show her the exhibit, it was late closing time but sally had explained the importance of the assignment. The tour guide kept up her spiel “it was donated to the town museum by the asylum director  some thirty years ago, they say that it was brought from his house rather than the asylum, I wonder what it was doing there”. The tour guide led sally past a collection of lunch boxes a grandfather clock, into the quietest part of the museum. A small room contained the collection a few asylum and police restraints.

They were displayed in some old glass cases than that probably come from a shop. Sally looked at the main glass case, it contained a heavy hood a straight jacket and a set of leg restraints. Sally looked at the cot. It was also in good condition, every thing was as solid as the day it was made everything had been reinforced to a ridicules degree, the straight jacket was the primary example. It was hung on a in the case so that you could look around it, to fully appreciate its fiendish construction.

The guide explained the history of the jacket, “a rumour went round that the asylum director would propose to Samantha and every time she rejected him he had her straight jacket altered”. It had started of as a regulation straight jacket but had been heavily modified. The Waist had been carefully cut down and tailored to a woman’s figure. It would act like a corset Several metal sections had been added to the waist of the jacket inside sandwiched between canvas to add to the corset effect. The back of the jacket had, had additional straps added between the original ones so that there was literally no gap between the straps, a continues row of straps framed the back of the jacket. There was a series of heavy brass eyelets added to the back of the jacket beneath the straps, so that the back of the jacket could be tightly laced as well as strapped. The original jacket had not had side loops, ones in thick heavy leather had been riveted on. The side loops also seemed to have a buckling strap so that they could be tightened. The front loop had been reinforced with a wide leather section. 

The entire jacket had been heavily reinforced with thick brown leather added over the canvas. A tight collar had been added to the jacket. The sleeves had been reinforced at shoulder elbow and wrist. Leather mittens were effectively constructed over the ends of the sleeves that could be laced tightly around the occupants hands. The bottom edge of the garment was reinforced with a leather trim. Every seam had been double or triple stitched. There were straps to tighten around the bicep on the arms to prevent the occupant pulling there way out of the jacket. The crotch strap had been reinforced front and back with a wide V shaped section of leather. The original buckle had been replaced with  one far heavier one which could be tightened with a ratchet mechanism. A second strap had been added to the ends of the sleeves its purpose remained a mystery to Sally. The whole garment was a merciless trap that had successfully restrained its unwilling victim for over a decade. 

Looking at the hood made Sally shiver, it was made of shiny black leather. According to the information on the stand Samantha wore the hood for 23 and 1/2 hours every day. The hood was made of three layers of thick leather it had two sets of laces and a set of four straps down the back it was effectively three hoods combined into one. There were no eye holes , only a triangle for the nostrils and a very thick pad that covered the occupants eyes. There was a plug inside the gag it was made of thick vulcanised rubber and shaped like a pear. It was of such size as to muffle any protest. The centre of the plug was hollow allowing the patient to be force fed without removing the hood. There was a heavy strap that would fit around the neck of the hood. Sally tried to imagine being imprisoned in the horrible hood she could not perceive its crushing effect.

The next item was the leg restraints they appeared to be tubes of leather reinforced with strips of metal. The leather would run from the top of a woman’s thighs to the tip of her toes. The strips of metal ran the entire length of the leg restraints front and back, when they were applied a woman would not be able to move a single section of her legs they would be inescapably locked straight. There were laces running down the edges of the restraints. The occupant would be strictly laced in then that would be it. Sally noticed one other item at the back of the case, it looked like a babies diaper only it was adult size and made of thick rubber with a locking hasp. Sally gasped realising what it was. 

Sally looked at the cot it was a heavy metal frame with side and top panels. A tight wire mesh had been welded over the thick bars. Anybody trapped within it would not be able to get the tip of a finger through the bars. There was padding lining the inside of the cot it was shaped like a woman, there were a large number of heavy straps they would be fed through slots in the padding and buckled underneath the cot. The straps were placed for ankle above and below the knee at the mid thigh the waist above and below the breasts at neck over the face and over the forehead. The padding had the shape of a woman formed in it. The canvas the padding was all there ready to embrace a new victim.

The tour guide looked at sally “the best way for you to get to know about Samantha is to experience her life to wear the jacket, if only for a moment“. Sally looked nervous “isn’t it a museum exhibit“. The tour guide looked at her, “that thing is so tough it is as solid as the day it was made“. Sally looked at the jacket and sighed. Sally really needed a good grade for this assignment she would have to go the extra mile to get an understanding of Samantha. Sally took of her coat and her bag she laid them to one side in a corner of the room. The guide commented That thing gets rally hot you might want to remove your top, Sally reluctantly took of her t shirt. Her large breasts were well displayed by her pink bra The tour guide commented again “Samantha never wore a bra you want the real experience”? Sally embarrassed un hooked her bra and put it with her clothes she stood with her arms crossed in front of her breasts.

The tour guide unlocked the cabinet and unhooked the jacket. The guide braced herself for the weight of the garment, it almost pulled her over. Sally was starting to lose her nerve. The Guide arranged the jacket turned it round and held it open. Sally reluctantly stepped forwards she looked inside the jacket there were patches of canvas and leather the outlines of the stays, there was a shiny section over where her breasts would go. Sally took a deep breath and pushed her arms into the sleeves. They were very tight soon sally found it was a battle getting her arm into the garment past the elbow she squirmed and persevered slowly her hand disappeared deeper into the sleeve. The guide tugged the high back of the jacket while sally pushed her arms forward, after a little while sally hit an impasse. The ends of the jacket had thick leather gloves built into them. She had to work her arms back a little trying to pull out from the jacket was a nightmare. Then Sally aligned her fingers correctly and pushed them into the jacket, into the internal gloves. It dawned on sally if you had to do this then the patient going into the jacket would have to be a willing participant of at least scared enough to cooperate, which kind of defeated the point of a straight jacket.

The jacket was now in place, the Guide moved Sally’s hair out of the way from the back of the jacket. The guide carefully folded each strap back giving access to the lacing holes. She pulled a long set of laces from a secondary display stand. Sally waited as patiently as she could the guide slowly threaded both sides of the jacket when she had the top four or five rows threaded she pulled them tight pulling the two halves of the jacket together leaving about an inch gap between the two halves. Sally immediately appreciated the feel of the canvas tightly over her torso. The jacket had been designed with a degree of comfort in mind, there was a patch of silk on the inside where her large breasts touched the fabric. Sally began to think that there was more to this garment than a punishment . Perhaps the asylum director wrapped his wife up in it when he got home and played kinky games with her. 

The guide continued to lace the back of the jacket. It took her five minutes to fully thread the laces. Sally felt the tightness of the garment, she could feel how it was already moulding her figure. She had more evidence towards her theory. The assistant gave the completed laces a good tug. Sally felt her waist pinched in. Sally could feel her breasts pushed against the silk. She could feel her ass being pushed out her hips being accentuated. The Tour guide gave the laces a few more pulls. Sally exhaled deeply at the same time and found she could not breath back in except in shallow breaths, the garment was very tight. The guide finished pulling the laces tight then tied them off. Sally found her shoulders wrenched back her spine curved and her stomach pushed in she had very little movement in her torso, it would make escape even harder but also it would give her very sexy curves.

The guide began fastening the straps, she carefully threaded each strap through the roller buckle then pulled it tight and moved on to the next. Sally was feeling light headed the straps were not making it that much tighter but they were adding some snugness to the jacket. The guide moved back to the top strap gave it a very hard pull then threaded the strap back through the buckle and through a loop on the other side of the jacket. The guide continued this process. Sally could feel the jacket creaking with the tension from the straps it was like she was being embraced in a lovers grasp, one that would never let her go. The Guide finished working on the main section of straps they were all mercilessly tight and neatly folded away. The guide moved Sally’s hair out of the way again then fastened the buckles on the high collar of the jacket. Sally felt her head pulled back there was a stiff section of leather under her chin forcing her head back into an uncomfortable position.

Sally examined her arms it was quite hard to bend them with the tight reinforcement of the jacket. The guide turned sally round and pulled on the straps around her biceps they clamped the jacket tightly around her upper arms. The guide worked on the right then the left. There was a hidden surprise the strap pushed a metal stud into the nerves on both arms quickly Sally found her arms going numb from the pressure. Her arms might as well have been made of jelly. The guide carefully laced the mittens around the ends of both sleeves. Then tied the laces off pulled a leather flap over them then buckled a strap over that. The tightness of the restraint was considerable around her delicate fingers she could not move them one bit.

The guide passed Sally’s right arm through the front loop below her breasts through the side loop and left it there. Sally had little movement in the jacket any way she was about to lose the majority of the rest. The Guide passed Sally’s left arm through the front loop it was a much tighter fit now so she had to wiggle it a little. The Guide continues passing Sally’s left arm through the side loop. The two sets of straps met at the back. The guide pulled one tight then linked the second and pulled it tight creating slack in the first strap. Sally understood the reason for the two straps it was simple effective and very restrictive. By tightening them one at a time far more force could be applied to her arms that with just a single strap. The jacket arms got tighter and tighter until Sally was groaning. Finally the Guide looped the straps back through the buckle and neatly folded them away. The tour guide pulled the two side straps tight and buckled them finishing the job.

Sally walked about in the garment for a few minutes she thought she understood Samantha. The guide smiled at her. “Ok, that’s enough you can let me out” sally said. The guide continued to smile at her “Oh I think you need the full set, then you need to be put in the cot, then I can play with you for a few years, you would really know what she went through”. Sally’s eyes bulged she looked at the tour guide the woman was serious, slowly sally backed away she tried to run. She got out of the small room, she ran past a stuffed boa constrict a rack of antique pool cues. Sally continued to run she came to the stairs and ran up them. Sally went past a suite of armour a collection of fluffy toys she went past a novelty toy donkey. She saw the main door but it was shut. Sally bent down and tried to open the door handle with her teeth. 

The Guide moved behind her, Sally saw shiny black leather out of the corner of her eye. Then she was enveloped by darkness. Sally tried to throw the hood off by moving backwards. All she accomplished was to push  herself into the waiting arms of the red headed guide. The guide dragged Sally back to the stairs down them back through the basement to the little room. The Guide span Sally around pushed her to the floor and straddled her back, clamping her legs tightly round the struggling teenager. Sally shivered , she imagined herself sealed in the hood for 23 1/2 hours every day or more, it would soon be an inescapable reality. The hood was constructed of thick leather over thick leather. In her position the Tour guide found it easy to work the rubber pear between Sally’s lips removing all chance of screaming or begging. Sally felt the horrible rubber forced her lips wider and wider finally when she thought her jaw would dislocate the plug slid home her teeth clamping down on its base. The guide set about pulling the laces on the hood tight , Sally found her jaw crushed against the gag the plug pushed more firmly home her eyes were pushed into a padded material. The Guide tightened the second set of laces, Sally felt the enclosure getting tighter she screamed into her gag and thrashed about. The guide laughed Sally’s struggles were pitiful the woman clamped her legs tightly together soon sally stopped trying to resist. The guide finished pulling every flap strap and buckle on the hood tight. The guide bent down she looked like she was eating an ice cream, she licked a long line over the hood she could taste fear leather and desperation she loved it.

The guide Got up turned round and sat down on sally’s ass spinning her to the ground. The guide wove her right legs round Sally’s left leg ,contouring the limb back on itself and pinning it in place. The guide used her left leg to scoop up sally’s right leg fold it in half and pin it in place. The Guide extended her legs putting extra pressure on sally. Sally whimpered helplessly into her gag. The Guide released some of the pressure then used that position to remove Sally’s trainers and socks. The guide finally let Sally’s legs flop uselessly to the ground. Sally barely showed any resistance as the Guide pulled her shorts and panties down to her ankles then threw them in the corner with the rest of her clothing. The guide removed the pair of rubber diaper from the cabinet, she set about encasing Sally in its tight embrace.

The guide rolled Sally onto her back the guide then spread Sally’s legs wide apart. Sally immediately pulled her legs tightly together. The tour guide rolled sally onto her front she pulled her heavy belt out off her skirt doubled it over and gave sally’s ass a stern lesson in discipline. Sally’s poor ass was practically red when the guide rolled sally onto her back. The guide lifted up sally’s legs placed the rubber diaper under her ass. The guide pulled the central section of the thick tight rubber between Sally’s legs, there was a U shaped catch. The right wing of the diaper stretched and fitted over the catch the left wing followed suit a small padlock clicked locking the garment in place. Finally The guide pulled the crotch strap home over the tight rubber. The guide rolled Sally back onto her front , she used the ratchet handle to pull the crotch strap extremely tight. Sally was left with thick tight rubber tightly plastered over her crotch with no hope of escape.

The guide rolled sally back into position, the next item was the leg restraints two tight tubes of leather reinforced with rigid metal. The leather would run from the tips of Sally’s toes right up to her crotch. As the guide began to work the leather over Sally’s right foot Sally began to struggle again. The guide rolled her back over and applied a harsher lesson to her ass and thighs. Sally didn’t dare resist a third time the leather was worked tightly over her legs then tightly laced shut, after the guide was finished Sally could not move a single section of her legs they were inescapably locked straight she was like some sort of doll helplessly bound inanimate a manikin. 

The guide wheeled the cot next to sally, she took down the top section and one side section. Sally was rolled onto her side the guide hauled her into a sitting position then pulled her onto her feet and then into the cot. Sally knew what was coming a strap was passed over her ankles then secured. More straps were secured above and below her knee at the mid thigh the waist above and below her breasts round her neck over the face of the hood where the gag was and over the forehead. The padding embraced its latest victim she could not move an inch. The tour guide really enjoyed tightening the straps then re-fixing the side panels on her new exhibit. People commented on how life like the new manikin was. It was a shame Sally had disappeared but then she had been failing college so had probably left town. Every night The Tour guide Tammy used every item from the police history display the medieval torched display and the hospital display, sally soon got into the mindset of Samantha there was no hope of escape.