Gina’s fixation on straps began when she was as small as she could remember. She would watch the kids be lead around on harnesses and leashes by other parents when she was young. She craved the control, but most of all the restrictive grip of a harness. None of it would become anything for her until she turned 12 and had the option offered to her to volunteer to test a new harness for the school districts buses. She took the offer eagerly, her parents would find her asleep wearing the harness often. She turned 18 and was diagnosed with sensory disorders and began having massive seizures almost daily.
Her parents facilitated as much of her interest as they could, going so far as to having the local seamstress sew a custom straitjacket for her and modifying the harness to become the straitjackets restraint belts. It quickly became how she slept and relaxed around the house. Though she one day saw a message flashing on her phone “Still living with the parents? I got a place that might take care of you for nothing. – BondageMsTr” She grabbed the phone and dialed his number, he answered and said “Call Edgewood Asylum and tell them David sent you.”
Gina dialed the asylum, she hesitated and then heard the shrill voice of her sister yelling downstairs, her finger slammed the dial button. She hurriedly spoke to the admissions office, as soon as she said “David” The line went silent, then a click and a man said “There will be a bus in front of your house in five minutes. Don’t get on that bus, put all of the other people from your house on it. It’s uhh, going to Orlando. Then there will be a bus in ten minutes, you get on that one.”
Gina didn’t hesitate, she yelled out of the door “I just won an all expenses paid vacation, but it’s only enough tickets for all of you, dang, guess I get the house to myself!” The house broke out into a madness of people packing items and shoving their clothing into trash bags they were so hurried. The bus a bright blue bus with sunny windows arrived and began honking its horn. Everyone ran outside, one person dragging their laptops charger against the brick sidewalk clack clack crack clack clack clack oblivious to the damage he did to the equipment. The charger brick hanging from the bus doors as they closed was the last sight Gina saw and chuckled at as the bus pulled away with the family of chaos inside.
Then came a dark black bus, all of the windows were blacked out, red letters on the side read “ASYLUM GRP INC” the doors hissed open and steam came from the bus, or was it vapor? Gina couldn’t tell until she stepped on and realized it was steaming hot on the bus. A man holding her exact harness and straitjacket quickly forced them tightly upon her body, wrenching the straitjacket and harness straps until her breaths came in short gasping whimpers. Two men threw her onto a large leather reclining seat, a fat woman wearing a pink latex dress walked up and pulled her entire dress off and said “Can’t have you catching a chill on the way in” she let the slimy wet warm latex slide over Gina’s face and laughed as she walked away. Gina thrashed and struggled against the heavy straitjacket. Then she fell into a deep relaxation. The dress over her head was salty sweet and sour, it was a mindfuck of a smell that disgusted her and aroused her. She tried to ignore it as hard as possible, letting herself relax as the latex began clinging to her eyes and lips. Finally she fell asleep.
When she awoke she wasn’t on the bus, she was in a dark sticky place. She looked around and could see nothing, all she could hear was the loud creaking of leather every time she moved her head. Her head was enclosed in a thick leather hood, which came off a few minutes later. She was slid out of a mortuary style drawer, two women and a man helped pick her up and put her in a wheelchair. She was taken into a large empty room full of grimy recliners. The asylum seemed abandoned. The women said “You spend day here, out in day room, night you go in solitary drawer. head covered in sweaty leather jacket.”
Gina then awoke in her bed at home, horrified at the idea of being forced to sleep in a morgue drawer with a dirty jacket over her head. Now a 40 year old woman she lives with Erin, a leather craftsman who had the night before accidentally as he left for work tossed a jacket over her face leading to the nightmare about the drawer.
The End