Thanks a Lot eBay!

by Rupes

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Storycodes: M/f; F/m; leather; straitjacket; legsack; chains; padlocks; bond; cage; boxed; encased; hood; scoldsbridle; stuck; discovery; cuffs; cons; X

Sitting at my desk bored at work, I should explain before I go any further that I own the company so basically I can do what I want! I decided to kill a few hours on eBay to see what exciting things are being traded. I love nothing more than to find a bargain, and today must have been my lucky day! After no more than twenty minutes I came across an auction that intrigued me and perked my kinky interests. There were no pictures, and only a brief description which read:

For sale is my leather straitjacket, I had this made but the end result was too intimidating and so I have decided to sell it, lots of adjustment but approximately would suit female size 8 – 14 start price £100.

The kicker for me on top of the intrigue this item generated was that there was free postage! It had a whole 6 days left to run. So I thought screw it, as I have always wanted to try one. I threw on a bid of £200, and was the only bidder, and the item remained at £100.

The next day I checked and I was still the only bidder, but I guessed that would change as the time went on. Unfortunately I did not get a chance to check again as the phone at work kept ringing and jobs kept coming in, so after a few more days I had more or less forgotten about it. Until Friday afternoon when I received an e-mail from eBay! Congratulations you have won! Logging on quickly I noticed that I had indeed won and that it was still only at £100. Perfect I thought, and immediately sent the money through PayPal. The seller contacted me shortly after simply stating, 'Away until Monday, will courier sometime next week as too heavy to carry to post office, Zara'.

Still catching up with work, which remained very busy, I was looking forward to the weekend relaxing and doing nothing.

It turns out that "Zara" had couriered the item on the Thursday night, forgetting to tell me. It had arrived on the Friday morning when I was at work so my beautiful wife Vicki took the delivery! When I got home I was greeted by Vicki who was wearing a cute leather skirt and boots with a loose off the shoulder mink coloured cashmere jumper. She always looked amazing, especially true on a Friday when generally we head out to dinner, we are quite well known in social circles around our city, but not for our kinky interests, I am well connected in local business and Vicki being a secondary school teacher gets to know a lot of community people and of course pupils, staff and parents. If only they knew!

Anyway, what had arrived was a large, solid, wooden chest secured with two padlocks which could have protected Pandora’s Box. I was slightly miffed as there was obviously no keys sent with the box, and for a moment I was worried that Zara might have put them inside the box! I logged into eBay and sure enough there was a message from Zara:

Hi,

Sent the item yesterday via courier, however I sent the keys to open the box via Special Deliver for Saturday, as I did not want to risk the courier opening the box.

p.s. the box and everything inside is how it arrived to me. Hope you enjoy best wishes Zara x

Great I thought, I have a new toy and can’t play with it. We went out to dinner, up till this point Vicki had no idea of the contents, but she had guessed it was something new for our ‘Private’ collection. Every opportunity during dinner she was trying to quietly ask me what it was. Then she got around to playing my favourite game. I will….. if you tell me…. Now for those of you who don’t know Vicki she is always true to her word and always follows up on things like this so what she says she will do, however sometimes she does get carried away and gets herself in to situations that are a little too deep for her.

On this occasion we had been playing this game for about 15 minutes, she started with something tame that she knows I would not go for, so today the first offer to find out what was in the box was to be handcuff her hands behind her back, with her long red leather trench coat over her shoulders so the handcuffs were not visible, and then to go for a walk someplace public, like the shopping centre. This was slightly higher odds than previous attempts when playing this game so I knew she really wanted to know.

Then she decided to play hard ball, "Ok" she said, "Final offer, you pick my outfit from my wardrobe and I will wear it anywhere you like, when we get home I will chain you up properly and severely and give you as much oral sex as you can take, for up to four hours."

I looked at her, smiled and said, "You nearly got me there, but not quite".

I could see she was getting frustrated at not knowing, so impatiently she said, "Ok, final, final offer, I will test out whatever you have bought this time that is in that box, no safewords, no backing out, for the whole of the weekend. You can use me in any way you want. Or we can do allsorts and swap around".

She then did the thing that had attracted me to her in the beginning, she was biting her lip and looking like butter would not melt. "Deal" I said quickly.

"So?" she said impatiently, "What is in the box?".

"A straitjacket, a leather straitjacket". I said as matter of factly as I could muster. The look on her face was obviously one of happiness, I knew she wanted to try one as much as I did!

Saturday morning the doorbell rang early at around 6:45am. I stumbled out of bed, wandered down the stairs and opened the front door. The postman thrust a small box into my hand and grunted "sign here", I did, maybe it’s the child in me but I always sign ‘Mickey Mouse’ the more arrogant and grumpy the driver the more clearly I do it!

I shut the door in such a way as not to be so loud that the neighbours would be startled but loud enough so that the postman knew I was pissed with his grumpy attitude. Turning around I saw my beautiful wife Vicki at the top of the stairs, she had thrown on her leather skirt and boots from last night, but had left her boobs to swing in the wind. She was hoping from foot to foot, "Is it the keys? Is it?" as she rushed downstairs grabbing the box on the way, heels clipping down the tiles towards the kitchen. She straddled a chair and began to rip open the box.

Inside there was no note, no explanation but there must have been twenty keys all more or less the same. Vicki bundled them all up and ran towards the basement where the box was waiting to reveal its secrets. She tried one key after another, discarding the ones that did not work on the floor, eventually with a loud pop the first padlock hung from the shackle open. She pulled it out and tried to peer inside the box. However the box was very strong, it looked like solid oak, and weighed so much it had taken both of us to lift it down here.

Frustrated she scooped up the keys and shuffled down to the other end to start the procedure again with the remaining keys. After what seemed like ages, there was another loud pop and the second padlock heaved open and sat swinging in the catch. She ripped it out and threw open the lid!

"Oh my god," she said. "Interesting" I replied, we were now looking at an open box, except where we were expecting a straitjacket there were lots of iron bars, and two more identical padlocks.

"It’s a cage!" Vicki said, slowly realising what she had got herself into!

She was starting to have second thoughts as this was obviously some serious, quite old metalwork. Thick black bars solidly built and all welded to perfection, no wonder the box was so heavy. The cage, as we found out came out of the box, inside there was a big bundle of smooth white leather. Being kept closed inside the box for so long the scent of leather filled the air. Vicki started again going through the keys after about five minutes and two loud pops later we were able to open the door of the cage, which opened silently and smoothly. This was obviously designed and built by a real craftsman. Vicki made a grab for the bundle of leather, obviously eager to see what she would be wearing for the next 36 hours!

She carefully unfolded it and we were both surprised when we realised that there were two parts, one part was a very heavy and finely made straitjacket, the other was a bag that the occupants legs would slide into, covered in heavy leather straps. The leather was so supple yet very thick. Each buckle on both the jacket and the lower sack were locked with a padlock. As we picked up the leg sack at the point where the feet would be inside it tipped upside down and a huge pile of chains fell out, with more padlocks. Then keys, another 15 or so, which were for the padlocks attached to the chains. The next hour was spent playing find the keys! Once done, we laid out all the items carefully and slid the cage back into the wooden box.

"Right, get undressed", I said in a subtly masterful voice. Vicki now realising what she had got into was a little hesitant. I looked at her and said, "If you don’t then when you do get in this, before I lock the cage I will put the scalds bridle on you and you know how much you hate that after a few hours".

The scalds bridle was a coup, we picked it up in a flea market in Linconshire, a farmer and his wife had found it buried in a wooden box in some peat bog land on their farm. They did not fully realise what it was for, but we did immediately when we saw it. Once it was cleaned up it was in astonishingly good condition. Very simple design, entirely made from iron. Very solid, and functional, with an iron collar to hold in in place, it was almost a complete cage around the wearers head, it had an iron protrusion to hold the tongue still. A very effective restraint, fastened by two padlocks one at the collar and one at the top. Vicki when threatened with this immediately undressed and even in an effort to please me danced around sexily whilst she got naked.

"Right, lets start with the jacket," I said, we slipped her into the jacket and I did up each strap as tightly but not so tight as to hurt. 5 straps up the back, two between her legs, one for the arms behind the back, one at the front across her arms and then one that went around the bicep area to limit the movement even further, and a final one at the top around her neck, each strap was about 2 inches wide and buckled up, then the strap went through the keeper, there was a hook that the slotted holes allowed through for the padlock, so 11 padlocks in all.

There was no way she was going anywhere even without the padlocks. I had left all the keys in the padlocks for time being as we knew which one went where and we could make some notes. Vicki looked over with pleading eyes and said, "For god sake keep a note of which key goes where as they are all the same!"

"That’s enough from you missey" I said sternly.

The leg sack was next, this was quite a tight fit and took a while to slide up her legs, once at the top I buckled the four straps connecting it to the jacket each finished with one of the large padlocks. Next was the five straps, around her ankles, shins, knees, thighs, and finally close to the waist. Five more padlocks. She was watching me intently as I picked up a small leather bag and started to remove the keys. One by one they went into the bag, so it would be obvious we would have to work out which key went where. I figured this would mean that at the very least she was now stuck for about an hour.

Helping her to stand up was quite a challenge however once she was stood up I picked up the chains and padlocked the first chain around her neck not too tight but tight enough. This left a long length of chain hanging down her back to her ankles with various other lengths of chains ready to be wrapped around her and padlocked. I worked my way down making sure each one was tight and locked. Escape would be simply impossible, even with the keys there was no way she could even get to any of the padlocks.

I walked over to the box containing the steel cage and opened the lid. I could hear the chains rattling and the leather creaking as she was struggling, experimenting with her predicament. I walked over, put my shoulder to her waist and lifted her up, placing her carefully inside the cage inside the box, however I did not yet close the cage. I simply looked at her smiled a devious smile and picked up the scalds bridle. "As you tried to back out earlier, I am afraid you must wear this" I said.

She looked at me and then opened her mouth slightly ready to accept the tongue piece. I swiftly locked this around her head, lowered the cage door and slipped in the two large padlocks, making a big show of checking and tugging at them to prove they were locked. "OK gorgeous, time to close your box now". I closed the lid of the box and fastened the two hasps with the two last padlocks, throwing the keys into the bag. Just for good measure I closed the bag and gave it a good shake to ensure the keys were completely randomized.

I could hear some banging and crashing inside the box where Vicki was obviously still struggling away trying to get out. However I decided the best thing to do would be to simply go upstairs get a cup of tea and then returned to the playroom where I sat on top of the box for the next hour or so. I knew by now the bridle would be getting very uncomfortable, and I decided that I would quite like a go!

Walking over and picking up the bag I started playing hunt the key. After 30 minutes the box and the internal cage was open, and I had removed the bridle, and was working on the chains before I could remove the jacket and leg binder, I had about 10 keys left. When I opened the jacket Vicki was soaking wet with sweat, I had not realised before but it was also lined in the same supple leather. She looked at me and said, "Thank you for letting me out early, I was so hot in there and couldn’t see anything!"

Vicki as readers will know is a switch, one minute she will be submissive and the next dominant. I could see her running her fingers over the jacket.

"Your turn?" she said in a playful way.

"Not now hun, maybe later" I said firmly.

She dropped the jacket on the table strutted purposefully over to the corner and picked up the riding crop. "Did I say please?" she demanded. No when she gets like this she always gets her own way, as it is a real turn on for me.

"Well since you asked so nicely, ok" I saw meekly. Vicki with a spring in her step comes over and demands that I get undressed, completely. She then holds the jacket up and says "In".

The inside smells of her perfume and leather, as I slide my arms in I am surprised by how hot the jacket is inside, not to mention damp! She quickly and deftly does up all the straps as tight as she can. Much tighter than she had it. She then moves on the leg binder and again repeats the process with the straps. Once she is happy, and after going back over the straps cinching a few even tighter she moves back to the table, taking all the keys for the padlocks, placing each of them one by one into the bag, giving it a good shake.

She picks up a handful of padlocks and starts clicking away. With each click I can feel my freedom getting further and further away. It takes her a few trips to the table and back to bring over all the padlocks that came with it. She then picks up the chain finds the right part for my neck and before I can complain she has maneuverered the chain through the neck loops and snapped it tightly shut with a large padlock, She makes short work of the rest of them. I noticed she has put the long chain in front of me and the padlocks behind. Noticing me looking at the chain she says, "I know you have picked a lock or two before, so this way you can’t even reach them."

She then helps me sit on to the edge of the box and slowly lifts my legs over and into the cage. With her help I am now sitting upright inside the cage, she helps me scoot down so that my feet touch the bars at the bottom. She walks over and pulls out a stout short length of chain and two more padlocks from our drawer. She leans in and padlocks one end to the long central chain that is already padlocked around my body in various places. Then with some difficulty because of the tight fit of the cage and the box she wraps the chain around the central bar and padlocks it. My feet are now chained to the bottom of the cage.

From behind her back she pulls out our leather hood, it is made of thick leather but is tight fitting there is only a small long slit for the mouth with no other holes, once in the occupant is blind and your hearing is muffled at best. She quickly pulls it over my head and I can feel the zip, then the laces, then the buckles, and then the three padlocks being closed. I only just heard her order me to open my mouth, I did and my tongue was greeted with the cold, still wet, tongue plate of the bridle. I try to close my mouth but it is too late. I feel her wiggle the hood padlocks around to get the bridle to close. I faintly hear the bridles padlocks secured home.

She then pushes me backwards so that now I am lying down. Feeling her groping around my arms she is now fastening more lengths of chain and padlocks pinning my arms to the sides of the cage. She then repeats this with the bridle. The next thing I hear is a loud solid clatter as the cage is slammed shut. I guess she wanted me to know that she had me. I can still just about see some light that is creeping in through the hood, however 30 seconds later she must have closed the box as everything went dark.

I struggle for all I am worth but nothing moves, here I am in a tight leather straitjacket and leather leg binder tightly padlocked on, then wrapped in chains all securely padlocked, coupled with a leather hood, steel scalds bridle, chained to the inside of a locked cage, inside a strong oak box.

I hear a loud thump on the box. So I stop struggling and listen to see if maybe she is starting unlock me. Straining to listen, I hear Vicki say, "Can you hear me, bang once for yes" so I kick. "Great, thump again if you are ok" so I kick again, "great, ok, here is the deal. My sister has just phoned and is on her way over, she was at a friend’s which is only a 15 minute drive, so I don’t have time to get you out, and I can’t even start to get you out as she would turn up half way through and she still has the front door key. So I am afraid you are stuck until she goes, and you will need to be quiet".

I sit there, hot sweaty, confined with no hope of even getting some of the restraints off. The bridle is really hurting now, my arms are numb and my bum from laying down is also numb. I can’t move up, down, left or right as Vicki did such a good job of chaining me to the cage. After what seems like days, I hear Vicki. "You still ok in there?" I kick, "Great, she has decided to stay over and drive back tomorrow." I start kicking with all my mite until I hear her banging on the box again, "shhhhhh. She will hear you! When she is asleep…."

Then mid-sentence she is cut off and I hear Tanya, Vicki’s sister, "Who are you talking to?"

"No one" Vicki says innocently I can just about make out the sound of heels on the steps into the playroom.

"What the hell is this some kind of pervert’s paradise?" Tanya says.

"It’s not what it erm …." I can hear Vicki trying to find excuses, but with all the chains and shackles hanging from the walls with all the other stuff hanging around it’s hopeless, "erm…. Erm….ahhh…err" I could hear Vicki still floundering, then she gives up. "It’s up to us what we do and what we have in our house Tanya", says Vicki with new found confidence.

"Sure it is, I am just a little bit jealous and upset that you did not tell me you had all these cool toys!" Tanya says. Then I hear Tanya say, "What is this bag of keys for? Do you have that sexy husband of your under lock and key somewhere? Where is he, I want to see".

Vicki shouts, "Ok hun, if you are ok with my sister seeing you, you know what to do".

I wait a few seconds weighing up the possibilities, Tanya, is as stunning as Vicki, but has always been a bit more outgoing, flirty and dresses slightly more on the daring side. I think to myself, 'Oh well, what the hell', and kick the bottom of the box.

Vicki says to her sister, "Right you have the keys, you know where he is, and I know how long it will take you to get him out. Go explore." I hear Vicki walking away, but not going up the steps, then I work it out, she must have sat on the large black leather sofa facing the box, watching her sister like a kid in a sweet shop furiously trying keys one after the other. I did not hear the box open but realised that it must have done by the squeal of excitement when Tanya saw me chained up as I was. I could hear her clapping her hands and then more feverish attempts to open the locks on the cage.

After about 45 minutes Tanya undid the last of the buckles on the straitjacket and finally my arms slipped out. It was slightly embarrassing, as here I was after being released from a leather straitjacket by Tanya, my wives sister. I looked down at the floor, and noticed that today Tanya was also wearing a short leather skirt and black boots that finished precisely below her knee. They were lace up and had a large platform and what must have been a seven inch heel. Luckily Vicki threw over my gown before anything became too apparent.

Vicki looked at me and smiled with relief that although we had been found out, she was comfortable with her sister knowing. They got on really well and normally talked about everything. I got the impression that Tanya being interested and not at all judgemental was a big relief to Vicki.

Vicki said, "Right lets go and eat".

Tanya said immediately, "Ok, but after I want you and him to show me everything, all your toys." With that she grabbed a set of high security peerless handcuffs and out quickly snapped them around her wrist, and then proceeded to put them behind her back and fasten the other cuff. "ooo these are so sexy" she cooed.

I said, "You put them on willingly and now I have the keys, so you are stuck until dinner arrives. But I think you need something else…". Vicki suddenly had a glint in her eye and with lightning speed she grabbed the scalds bridle and before anyone could say anything it was locked around Tanya’s head.

Vicki looked at me and said, "I love you, thank you for being such a good sport, I always thought this Slut had a kinky side", she poked Tanya with the end of riding crop as she said Slut, I thought to myself, this is going to be a very interesting and enjoyable evening!

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02.08.14