Date Night in a Straitjacket

He was encased in the heavy stuff tonight: a tight fabric and leather straitjacket, a mouth gag, a leather hood, and a butt plug. Chains pinned his legs and neck in the back room while I went to enjoy my evening with friends.

The warm noise of a social gathering on one side of the wall, and a completely helpless submissive listening to it all from the other.

Every now and then, I'd slip away to check on him. Just brief visits to deliver a little sharp bullying and remind him of his place before leaving him once again. I especially like the muffled noises through the gag, and his attempts to contort and pull his body against the chains.

Out in the living room, I had two friends. Chatting, bitching, laughing. He had no idea if they knew about him, but eventually I broke the news and they had to see for themselves. That was a real shift in energy. The night continued around the captured submissive; a bit more mocking, laughing, and bullying. Such fun.

Eventually they left, but he remained like that a little while longer.