To those whom constantly degenerate me, why do you even read what I write, there is no mileage in your carping vitriol, to be so hateful. As I have said, you get summarily deleted, so you are just wasting your time, please just slide back under the rocks! I will continue having fun on here, bye.
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My son had been interested in all things magical and escapology for most of his life, he was fascinated by it. He would stare in awe at the television when some one came on and performed death defying feats, utter mystery where some thing had gone, or where something had appeared from.
As he grew up we bought him magic trick sets, books, life stories of the masters, auto biography's, all sorts of thing. He joined clubs and circles; he was learning tricks and escape things all the time. A bi product of him growing up with older people, mainly magicians, he was older and more mature than his peers. I quite liked it too, we held adult conversations, and did adult things together.
His dad took a back seat, he could never quite get into magical things, though he did try bless him, as Jamie grew older he became less interested in it, but he was a good dad in every way apart from that. I didn't bear a grudge and neither did our son. We accepted his views and that was that.
I began to take him all over to conventions and the like. He was becoming known in the circles as a possible artiste of the future. But he was turning more to escapology than all things magical, although he still was interested and practiced his tricks, even inventing new versions of old ones.
As he grew older he had really developed his expertise and was becoming know in the world of magic and escapology. We would go off for weekends, staying in the odd hotel, and to keep costs down we used twin bedded rooms, it was unusual at first but we got used to doing what we had to do without interfering with each other.
What I didn't know was he was forming an attachment to me, I think it must have been because of the close proximity we were sharing on our travels. He would have the odd glimpse of me in various states of undress, that sort of thing. And to be honest I got glimpses of him too, so I knew he was a man now, and not so much of a boy, if you know what I mean?
He was old enough now at 19 years, to travel to places on his own, but I liked going with him, and he always wanted me to be with him too. It was fabulous to see him going on some stage somewhere to do his acts, he wasn't known yet, but he was adding to his repertoire, and he was becoming comedic too. He started to make the audience laugh as he made his magic, or made something go wrong.
One night he was supporting some foreign magician who was well known, and he was impressed with my son. And he invited him for a chat in his dressing room after the show, he told Jamie that he thought he could go far, though he had much work to do, and lots of practice, always look for new material, refine and fine tune it. And with luck he would get the opportunity to perform on a higher stage.
He ended the chat with a gift, it was his old straight jacket, that, he said, Houdini himself had once used. He held it out, you could see it was a worn one, but it was in good condition, and still had the taped hanging from the cuffs. It turned out to be this that led my son to do what he did, and do what he wanted to me!
My name is Ellen Withers, I am 39 years old, I have a daughter who is a year and a bit older than Jamie, and she is away in college, and only comes home at the end of term, but only fleetingly, she is always off doing things. I consider myself still attractive, in fact I know I am judging by the offers I still get from men wishing to form a liaison with me.
I have to confess, I have taken up two of the offers over the years, but it was just sexual relief as far as I was concerned, and there would never be any future with me. I didn't want to change my life, I was quite happy with it the way it was. But all that was to change wasn't it?
I am 5ft 2" I still have nice shiny hair, just above my shoulders, a nice fringe, its auburn in colour, which I help with a little highlighting. I know I have a nice face, a lot of men and boys are always sneaking glances at me and it. My body is active in every way; and it's very receptive to the touch, also responsive to a caress, and tender assaults. I love sex, which is why I took the highway a couple of times.
As with most marriages, sex tends to slide as you get older, I still want it more than my husband gets it up for, but I accept it. Jamie was so thrilled about the gift, and immediately we got back to the hotel, he asked me if he could put it on me, to see how it worked. I of course agreed, but I had to remove my blouse and bra, for him to take note of how he would possibly use it in an act of the future.
I went into the bathroom, removed my clothing, and put it on; I slipped my arms in and held it in place. Jamie checked it, fastened the buckles at the back, and then wrapped the tapes around me, bringing my opposite hands across my hips and fastening them together. I was utterly captured, I knew without even trying, I would never in my life ever get out of it, it was impossible!
He was more than impressed, and made a joke of me being his slave, I laughed with him. But, he said, that while it was good, it would be of no use in a modern day act. Or for what he had in mind on how to get the best use out of it. That if he had a new one made from different material, other colours than the drab faded khaki, he would be able to use it.
I agreed and together we sourced a manufacturer that could make a straight jacket to his sizes specifications. It took a month to make and was quite expensive but we hid the cost from his dad. It arrived by post and Jamie took it upstairs to his room, and wouldn't let me see it. I couldn't understand why, trade secrets, he told me!
It was another month and we were travelling again for two nights, Friday and Saturday. We arrived at the hotel and again shared a twin bedded room to keep costs down. What I didn't know then was, there were no shows to go to. He had set it all up, and he was setting his plan in motion, with me as the target!
In the room we put our things away, I had a shower and we went to dinner. There he told me he was ready with his new straight jacket, but he needed to test drive it, to make sure it would all work to plan. And would I allow him to try it on me please? I of course agreed right off, I was happy to.
We got back to the room about 9pm; he took it out of the closet and showed it to me for the first time. It looked very much like the other one except for the colouring; it was in a jungle green sort of colour, camouflage type. The material was a strong hessian type of cloth. He handed it to me and off I went to the bathroom to strip my top and bra off. I never really looked at it, but there had been added to it, two subtle changes in design.
I had my hair down, and put some talc on me to help with the feel. It itched my nipples a bit, and those being as sensitive as they were, grew to full attention. I came out of the bathroom, holding it to me as before, and he fastened the Velcro tabs at the back, modern day needs Mum, he told me with a smile.
