Straitjacketed and Handgagged

Okay, so the party was getting out of hand. So Logan and the others were pretty loud and rowdy. And so when a neighbor called the police and the officers arrived Logan did act up... Okay, so Logan did act downright crazy toward the police, so that when they arrested him he probably deserved it.

Still, thought Logan to himself, no way did he deserve what happened to him then.

Logan was taken in and he spent the night in jail. The next morning he met with one of those overworked and undermotivated public defenders, who advised him to plead to some bogus charge and accept mental health counseling. Mental health?! No way! Logan was no crazier than any other young fellow just out of college...

Logan was stunned when the judge ordered him committed to a mental health institution for 30 days of monitoring and therapy.

Logan was like, they can't hold a person for 30 days against his will in this day and age! The public defender was like, haven't you been paying attention? The laws have been tightened up a lot lately. Once they start treating you, you'll be lucky if they don't find some "reason" to hold you even longer. Maybe a lot longer.

Before the end of the day Logan found himself in a mental institution like he wouldn't believe had existed in the past fifty years. In a padded cell. Literally, a padded cell. And trussed up in a straitjacket. Logan couldn't use his arms. He could scarcely even move a muscle in his arms, crossed in front of him with the arms of the straitjacket pulled real tight. And his ankles were tethered to a steel ring bolted into the floor. Straitjacketed, immobilized.

The next morning Logan's therapist came to his cell. "Hi," she said, "my name is Kathy, and I'm here to begin your treatment."

Strapped up in a straitjacket, lying on the floor of his cell, Logan looked up at Kathy. She was about 35, he would guess. A real looker, tall and shapely and big breasted and slender; slender, but with big sturdy bones. Long wavy black hair, wide set brown eyes, sculpted cheekbones, wide pouty lips. But somehow the main thing Logan noticed about her was her hands.

Kathy had beautiful hands. Beautiful but gigantic hands. Beautifully shaped hands, smooth backs, smooth as silk. Long fingers, with long fingernails polished pale pink. Big long hands, long and broad. The hands of a hand model. Huge hands.

"And," said Kathy as she held out her hands toward Logan, "I'm going to use a new therapy on you. The point is to show you how utterly helpless and powerless you are. You'll be powerless in my hands. The point is to demonstrate to you just how powerless you are, until you are broken. Until I completely break you to my will."

With that, Kathy knelt down beside Logan, and she pressed his head hard between her hands. Kathy clamped her right hand hard over Logan's mouth and lower face, and her left hand firmly on the back of his neck and head, and she pressed her hands together really, really hard so that she was holding Logan's mouth shut tight, and she was pressing his head together steel tight between her big soft warm strong powerful hands.

"Mmmmmmmm hhmmmmmm mmmmmm hmmmmmm mmmmmmhhhh!! Mmmmmmm'mmmm hhhmmmmm!!! Mmmmmm wwmmmm hmmmmm, MMMMMMMMHHH!! MMMMMMMMMM!!! HHHHMMMMMMM!!" Logan was trying to yell for help from behind Kathy's surprisingly strong tight gripping hand, but he couldn't speak. Logan could only make muffled groaning and barking noises, with the palm of Kathy's hand pressed down over his mouth so hard that he could feel his lips being pressed back hard into his front teeth. "Mmmmmmmmh, hhhmmmm wwwmmmmm MMMMMMMMMHHH!!"

Logan's first instinct was to reach up and pull on Kathy's hand over his mouth. But he couldn't, he was trussed up tight in a straitjacket, he couldn't even move his arms, his arms were completely immobilized crossed tight in front of him, so that Logan was absolutely powerless with Kathy's big warm strong hand clamped tight over his mouth. "MMMMMMMMMMHH!! MMMMMH, MMMMMMMMHH!! Wwwwmmmmmm, ghh'hhhmmmm mmmmmm, mmmmmmmhh! MMMMMMHHH!"

Logan tried to twist and thrash, but his ankles were tethered to that steel ring in the floor, and he was stretched out so that there was no free play in the tether. Logan was immobilized. Helpless. And Kathy had him gagged, with his head squeezed tight between her large smooth powerful hands.

"You see?" said Kathy. "You can't talk with my hand over your mouth, can you?" Kathy shook Logan's head between her tight pressing hands. "Can you?"

"Mmmmmhhh, hhhhhhmmm MMMMMMMMMHHH!!"

"No, you can't talk at all any more, can you? I'm holding your head tight between my hands, I've got my hand pressed super hard over your mouth, and you can't speak no matter how hard you try."

"MMMMMMMMMMMHH!! MMMMMMMMMHHHHH!!!"

"No, my hand is in total control of your mouth, and I'm not letting you use your mouth anymore, am I? You're in a straitjacket, you can't move, you can't get away, and you can't struggle against me. I can hold my hand tight over your mouth for as long as I want, and there's nothing you can do to struggle against me or get away. My hands are in total control of you."

"Mmmmmmh! Mmmmmh! Mmmmmh! Mmmmmh, mmmmm! Mmmmmh, MMMMM!! Wmmmm... mmmmhhh... MMMMM, HHMMMM!!" Logan did what little he could to twist and squirm, but he just couldn't. And Kathy was holding his head so tight between her hands, that he could scarcely even move his head. With Kathy's hand tightly gagging him, Logan was unable to express himself, unable to speak even a single word. "Mmmmmmh, hmmmm mmmm MMMMMMMMHH!!"

"This will be your therapy," said Kathy. "I'm going to keep holding your mouth tight, I'm going to keep holding your mouth for hours and hours every day, I'm going to keep you so completely powerless under my hands that eventually you will snap, yes, sooner or later you will completely break beneath the invincible power of my strong silencing hands, and then you will become clay in my hands, and my hands will be able to remake you and mold you however I please."

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHH!!!!!" Logan's eyes were open wide. He realized, with a sudden jolt of panic, that this woman meant it. And he was helpless, utterly helpless, beneath the power of her large smooth strong beautiful hands.

Then Kathy shifted so that Logan's head was cradled in her lap. Logan's head was lying in Kathy's lap, and now she placed her left hand over her right hand so that she had both hands clamped over his mouth. Kathy now had both of her huge soft warm silky smooth hands clamped hard over Logan's mouth, with her thumbs crossed over the bridge of his nose. And Kathy leaned down hard on Logan's head in her lap, she was leaning down and pressing her hands down over his mouth hard with her full body weight.

Kathy was holding Logan's mouth so hard with her hands that after a while his lips went numb. Logan couldn't open his mouth. Kathy was pressing down so hard on Logan's face that he couldn't even move his jaw, his lower face was absolutely immobilized beneath the tight steampress pressure of Kathy's large strong mouth holding hands.

"Mmmmmhh, mmmmmm hmmmmm mmmmmmhhh... mmmmmm mmmmmmh hhhmmmmm...... mmmmmmmmmhh... MMMMMMMMHHHH!! MMMMMMMHH, mmmm hmmmmmm mmmmmmm!" Logan tried to keep resisting Kathy by making muffled noises from beneath her tight steelclamped hands, because it was the only way he was still able to resist her. Logan couldn't move. He couldn't move his arms in the straitjacket. He couldn't move his legs, tethered tight to the floor. He couldn't even move his head, pressed down hard and immobilized in Kathy's lap.

Logan could only make soft groaning animal noises from beneath Kathy's tight handgag. That, and look up into Kathy's eyes as she looked down at him with a vaguely satisfied look on her beautiful face. There was something disorienting about looking up at Kathy's upside-down face.

Kathy kept holding her hands tight over Logan's mouth like this for a long, long time. It could have been more than an hour, Logan had no way of knowing. Then Kathy said, "You know, I have such power over you. Would you believe the power I have in my thumbs?" Logan tried to focus close up on Kathy's thumbs, Kathy's thumbs with their long thumbnails, crossed over his nose between his eyes. "You see, with my hands held so tight over your mouth, you can't breathe through your mouth, can you? Right now you couldn't breathe through your mouth to save your life."

Logan's heart started hammering. He could see where this was going...

"No, you can't breathe through your mouth. I'm holding your mouth too tight, and as you can feel, I've got real strong hands. Now, if I pressed my thumbs down hard over your nose..."

All of a sudden Kathy did so. All of a sudden Kathy pressed both her thumbs down hard over Logan's nose.

"...well, then as you can see, you aren't able to breathe any more, are you? Now you can't breathe at all, can you? No, you can't breathe, because I've got my hands pressed down too tight over your mouth, and I've got my thumbs squeezed down tight over your nose. So you can see that my hands have total control over you, I can even keep you from breathing if I want." And Kathy laughed.

"Mmmmmmhh...... mmmmmmmh....... mmmmmmhhh, mmmmmmhhh...... ghhh'hhhmmm.... mmmmmhh......." Logan was trying to make noises, but he couldn't breathe. Kathy's big strong hands had his mouth and nose completely closed off. Logan's lungs were screaming for oxygen, but he couldn't breathe! "Mmmmmmmmmhhhh...."

"No," said Kathy, "let's not have any noises out of you, either. Because the more you make noises, the longer I'll have to keep holding my hands down so you can't breathe. If you make noises too much, I could smother you. Do you believe I could smother you? Do you believe my hands are able to smother you?"

Logan could only look up at Kathy frantically, upside down, with silent pleading eyes. His need for oxygen was growing rather acute.

"See, if you can be perfectly quiet for fifteen seconds, I might let you breathe. Now do you see how powerful my hands are? Now do you see how I can hold you and keep your mouth and nose shut?"

Logan felt like screaming. He tried hard, he tried oh so hard not to make a noise. His lungs were burning. After a while Kathy let up on her thumbs over his nose, and Logan breathed in and out, in and out through his nostrils, rough rasping frantic breaths, breathing through his nostrils because of course Kathy was keeping her large warm soft smooth hands clamped down hard over his mouth.

Kathy kept on holding her hands over Logan's mouth for a long while, until she said, "Oh, let's try holding your mouth a different way." Kathy then shifted her hands so that they were completely covering Logan's mouth and nose. Because Kathy had large long wide hands, so that she could completely cover Logan's entire lower face between his jaw and his eyes. Now Kathy was holding Logan's mouth and nose with both of her hands, leaning down hard on Logan's head in her lap, pressing her hands down tight over Logan's mouth and nose. Logan's eyes were just barely able to peek out over the huge long broad velvety smooth expanse of Kathy's gigantic soft strong mouth holding hands.

Logan found that somehow he was able to breathe with some effort through his nostrils, drawing air in between her fingers. He could hear his breath making a loud whiffling noise as he forced air in and out through Kathy's fingers. "Mmmmmmhhh, mmmmmm hhhmmmmmmm..." Logan made noises, though not as much and not as loud, because he knew that if Kathy pressed her hands down even tighter over his face he wouldn't be able to breathe at all.

Kathy kept holding her hands over Logan's mouth and nose like this for a long time. It could have been hours. Logan was surprised to find that after a while there was something... almost comforting about having Kathy's hands pressed down tight over his face. There was something strangely comforting about being tightly immobilized in a straitjacket, with Kathy's hands held tight over his mouth so he was helpless, completely shut up and unable to speak. "Mmmmmmmmmhhh..." Logan tried to move his jaw, but he couldn't; and his mouth was held shut tight. And somehow it felt strangely comforting.

Kathy must have been reading Logan's mind, because after a while she said, "Did your mother ever hold her hand over your mouth when you said something bad, or argued with her? Did you have a sister who used to hold her hand over your mouth when you were a kid? Or was there a big bad neighbor girl who used to catch you and hold you behind the bushes with her hand kept clamped over your mouth?"

Logan looked up at Kathy, mute, his mouth pressed hard beneath the palm of her hand. "Mmmmmmmmhh, hhhmmmmm mmmmm mmmmm hhhmmmmm!"

"Oh that's right, you aren't able to talk, are you? You can't answer my questions, because I'm keeping you gagged with my hands. Well, we find some of our patients who had experiences like that actually like having a woman's hand held over their mouth. It's funny, they actually like getting handgagged... As for the rest, they come around after a while. After days and days of being held handgagged, they get so they beg me to keep my hands held over their mouth. That's after I break their will. They come to love getting their mouth held."

"Mmmmmmmhhhh! Mmmmmm MMMMMMMMMHHH!!!"

"Oh, you'll get there too, sooner or later. You'll beg and plead with me to keep my hands over your mouth like I'm doing."

Logan, unable to speak with Kathy's big smooth warm soft strong hands clamped tight over his mouth, was unable to say to her that he was already there. He was already hungering for more and more and more of Kathy's hands held over his mouth.

Kathy continued to hold Logan's mouth for almost eight hours that day. At the end of her shift, before she took her hands off Logan's mouth, she explained to him, "Soon we hope to have women lined up to hold your mouth around the clock, 24/7. I'll be the lead therapist, and I'll hold your mouth during the day shift on weekdays. I see you're scheduled to be with us for a bare minimum of 30 days, your mouth will be held all the time except when we feed you in the morning. Because in this straitjacket we'll have to feed you, you're unable to feed yourself.

"But until we get our schedule of mouth holders lined up, I have to make sure you can't talk until I see you again tomorrow morning..." Kathy kept one hand over Logan's mouth while with her other hand she extracted from her duffel bag... a roll of two inch wide heavy white cloth surgical tape.

"Now keep your lips pressed together, or I'll smother you." With quite some effort Kathy pulled a length of tape off the roll. Then she snipped it off with a pair of scissors, and she stretched the wide white surgical tape over Logan's mouth, as his head lay in her lap. She smoothed the tape down firmly over his mouth with her fingers. She then proceeded to cut another dozen or so pieces of tape off the roll, stretching each piece of surgical tape tightly across Logan's lower face at an angle. By the time Kathy was finished taping Logan's mouth shut, she had his mouth and much of his face bandaged over in a mask of surgical tape.

Then to make sure the tape stuck firmly, Kathy took Logan's head in her hands, her right hand over his tape mask and her left hand on the back of his head, and she kept her hands pressed together tight on Logan's head for a good fifteen seconds.

"Mmmmmmmmmhhh! Mmmmmmmhhh hmmmmmm mmmmm hhhhmm, mmmmmmh! MMMMMMMMM!! HMMMMM, MMMMMMMHHH!!!" Logan made frantic gagged noises, with his mouth heavily surgical taped shut. He could tell that with all this tape over his mouth, with its extra strong sweatproof adhesive, he would never, ever be able to get his mouth open, not even if he kept stretching and straining his jaw all night long. This tape was too strong, it could keep his mouth welded shut permanently no matter how hard he kept trying to get his mouth open.

"There," said Kathy. "I used to be a school teacher, so I got a lot of practice using this tape on the mouths of students who talked too much. I found this special hospital-grade surgical tape works best, it can be used in place of stitches, so you can see that with this tape over your mouth, you would never be able to get your mouth open. I never had a boy in class who was able to get his mouth open with this surgical tape over it, not even after sitting there with his mouth taped shut all day long. You should have seen the look in their eyes when they realized this surgical tape was not like masking tape, it would keep their mouth sealed shut for good no matter what!"

"Mmmmmmmmhhh! MMMMMMMMMMHH, HHHHHMMMMMMM!! MMMMMMMMHHH HMMMM HHMMMMMM!!" Logan was lying there on the floor of his padded cell, straitjacketed, tethered by his ankles to the metal ring in the floor, gagged in a big heavy tight mask of surgical tape. He was writhing around on the floor, making noises, looking up at Kathy.

Kathy chuckled at Logan, lying there squirming and mmmmphing, gagged and restrained. "Well, I'll send a girl in to clean you up and change your diaper. And I'll see you again tomorrow morning, and I'll be holding my hands over your mouth again all day long tomorrow. We'll cure you yet, even if it takes a while!"

And with ample funding from the state, it usually does take a while, thought Logan to himself. "MMMMMMMMMHHH!! MMMMMMMMHHHH! MMMMMMMMHHH!!!"