Stuck

Sailing Date PART 5

With the strap around my waist obviously too tight to get undone I tried for the first time to find the tightener under my arm. I could barely reach my right armpit with my left hand with all the tick foam over my chest. I could tell by touch there there was a setup similar to how the chest strap connected together, a pair of metal rectangles.  And there was the end of a strap hanging loose, that must have been what Hannah had pulled through to tighten it down around me.  But pull and press as I could. I could not get a single inch of strap to pull loose. I twisted in frustration. My twisting caused the straps between my legs to rub over the tight fabric pants Hannah had lent me.  I stopped and bent over to try and loosen those straps and get some relief.  But as I started to squat and bend at the waist my lifejacket suddenly came up short. The teather clipped to the back of it tight between the jacket and the tree branch above me.  I was only able to bend over a small amount. The straps between my legs were still pressing into me. As I straightened up again I felt the straps sliding over the lycra pants as they pulled up tighter into my groin.  The new pants didn't get bunched up the way my trunks did, but they also provided no insulation from the straps between my legs. It had been hard to ignore the crotch straps with my old pants, with the new ones it was impossible, though counterintuitively they did remain more comfortable without the fabric bunching up. There was no wedgie now, but in its place was the sensation of pressure and the feeling straps rubbing over me with every movement.

I looked up at the branch above me and reached my arm out. It was at least a foot out of reach.  Hannah’s extra height combined with her longer arms left me woefully short.  Something about the fact that my physical size was the only thing keeping me here made me feel even smaller.  I felt like I was shrinking into the jacket. I went up on my toes and stretched my arm as high as I could but grasped nothing but empty air, and my stretching was pulling one of the crotch straps up into me with each attempt.

Giving up I dropped my arms and I pulled down on both crotch straps with my hands.  Previously I had been able to pull them down to fix my wedgie, but I guess the wedgie had really just been from the bunched up trunks. I didn't have a wedgie to fix this time, the straps were just tight, and as hard as I pulled they remained more or less static. Giving up on pulling them loose my fingers found the plastic buckle guards securing the clips at the top of both straps.  They were smooth and stiff plastic.  I pulled and pressed them until my fingers went numb.   

The realisation that I really was stuck in this lifejacket and couldn’t take it off, without Hannah unlocking it for me, was surprisingly visceral. I couldn’t even sit down.  I tried walking towards the shed and came up tight against the teather after three steps. Pulling on it like a dog on the leash. I grabbed the shoulder of the jacket and twisted and pulled as though I could squirm my way out the head hole. The jacket pressed back  against me, tight over my shoulders and under my arms and between my legs. I bucked three or four times against it. Then slipped and nearly fell the jacket catching my weight as I swung back.  I hung there letting the jacket take my weight for a few minutes.

“Make any progress?” Hannah was walking back towards me, a brown paper bag in hand. She was still grinning. 

I pulled on the shoulder of the jacket as an answer. 

“So much for those buckle guards only holding a 10 year old little girl.  Unless YOU ARE just a ten year old little girl.”  She was enjoying this way too much. “Let me let you down.” Hannah set down the paper bag and walked over to me reaching up on her tiptoes to the tree limb she had connected me to and unclipping the teather. I flopped down on my butt, grateful for the mild relief from the crotch straps.

Hannah smiled down at me “Well I guess I don't need to worry about you squirming out of that now.  Here’s your sandwich.”

She handed me a Sandwich in a plastic ziplock and a can of coke.  We ate in relative silence for a few minutes. 

“How are the jammers? Are they better than your baggy trunks?” 

I wasn’t completely sure how to answer that, they didn’t get bunched up or give me a wedgie, which was nice, but the tight thin material also made the crotch straps…

“Ahh they're… better, I think, they don't get bunch up, but…” I was searching.

“Are they a bit more sensitive?” Hannah was smiling.  I realised I was pulling on one of the straps absentmindedly and stopped.

Hannah moved from her butt to her hands and knees and crawled over to me. 

“I think I know what you mean.” She was practically overtop of me.  

I felt her grab my wrist, the hand that was still holding one of the straps between my legs, and gently pull it away. She placed her other hand on the chest of my life jacket and pushed me backwards.  The straps between my legs went from just barely there, to snug, to tight as she pushed me back until I was laying on my back, my head falling back into the collar, the collar wrapping around my neck and restricting my head.  I bent my legs at the knees, loosening the straps slightly.

“Well you didn’t manage to escape.  But you HAVE been very good.  I suppose you’ve probably earned a kiss anyway.”

I just lay there, half of me in my head; cradled by the collar, feeling powerless under Hannah’s grinning face; the other half on autopilot, slowly squirming, bent knees trying to relieve the pressure of the straps between my legs. 

“Is it ok if I kiss you?” Hannah’s face hanging over me was like a spell.  I managed a nod, She smiled and leaned down.  The kiss was long and deep, her lifejacket pressed into mine, the combined thickness of foam keeping us from getting too close. Part way though I felt her pull on one of the crotch straps. My hips rose trying to compensate but her kiss held me firmly in place. Pressing my head down into the foam collar. 

As she pulled away I tried to follow but a hand on the chest of my life jacket kept me in place. 

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves there sport.” She was smiling though. Then moved her hand from my chest holding it out to help me get to my feet.

“Come-on I promised you another swim in that thing.”

I took Hannahs outstretched hand and got awkwardly to my feet.  The strap between my legs rubbing over the Jammers as I did so. 

Hannah had my tether in one hand and pulled me along by my hand with the other. I followed her quite happily towards the dock, wondering just what she had in mind. 

“Hold on tho we need to get you better situated.” Hannah hopped into the boat and opened a hatch, emerging a moment later with several coils of white rope. She climbed back onto the dock and stood facing me. “So. Have you ever been tied up?”

The question took me aback. 

“N-no..’’ 

“Do you trust me?”

There was really only one way I was going to answer that one. And to be honest, I did, for whatever reason.  Without speaking I nodded. Hannah smiled and approached me with the rope.  The way she walked up to me was somehow different, more confident, sure of herself. I felt like our height difference was suddenly greater than it had been in the past. 

“Good. Put your hands behind your back.”