ENGAGED AND COMMITTED

CHAPTER FIVE

　

　

Some hours later, Michael tensed slightly in his restraints as he heard the

door open and Monica approached him. Her expression gave no advance warning

as she surprised Michael by suddenly grabbing his genitals and giving them

a hard squeeze and rough twist. "Just checking", she calmly stated, as

Michael writhed in discomfort. She continued in a rather satisfied tone,

"Nurse Leasa's going to be out for several hours, so I think I like you

just the way you are so you don't cause me any problems." At that point

Leasa's familiar voice preceded her into the room, "Monica, I'll be back in

a few hours to switch off with you." As Leasa entered the room, she

observed Michael still strapped to the cot, and added, "I guess we should

just plan on keeping the patient in the cuffs with periodic checks for the

evening." Michael was surprised to see her exquisitely made up and dressed

in a short tight slinky black stretch turtleneck sweater dress, wearing

four inch high heels and shimmering stockings. Monica glancing an innocent

smile at Michael, responded sweetly, "Oh, I don't think he needs to be kept

down any more. I was just getting ready to let him release himself. You

just go on and enjoy your evening." "I don't know if I'm comfortable with

him up without any control while I'm gone", responded Leasa. "Wait just a

minute, I've got an idea", Leasa then stated, leaving the room. Michael

could hear the echo of her high heels clicking down the corridor and grow

faint. A minute or so later the clicking signaled her return. When she

entered the room again Michael noticed under her arm she had a clear

plastic package containing a white fabric bundle. "When Susan gets here,

you can try out one of these new camisoles and put him in the seclusion

room. The last night we tried in four point he didn't seem to get much

rest. He'll probably be more comfortable that way." "O.K.", Monica agreed

taking the package, "Now get out of here and don't drive too many men

crazy. You really look good.", she laughed. Leasa turned to leave and said,

"Michael, I'll be back to check on you tonight." Then she left, her high

heels sounding down the hall.

"Well, so now we've got to move you this evening, and see that you're

comfy," complained Monica. She tore open the package and extracted the

"camisole", which appeared to be a straitjacket, except this restraint was

made of shiny heavy girdle weight lycra spandex. It closed with lacing down

the back, and had a piece of nylon webbing forming a loop on the chest to

pass the arms through. It ended with crotch strap arrangement that could be

adjusted in a Y like configuration to pass through the crotch around each

side of the scrotum and continue up between the buttocks to fasten in the

rear. Monica laid the restraint jacket aside, and sat on the edge of the

bed looking at Michael. "We'll try on your new jacket later", she said with

a little grin. Then she continued in a conversational tone, "It looked like

Leasa had a hot time planned tonight. I saw the way you were looking at

her. You'd really like to fuck her wouldn't you? I can tell.", as she

fondled his penis which had become erect. "Well, you'll find that any sex

around here is strictly controlled by the nursing staff. But I do have a

little game for horny boys we can play to pass the time. It's called 'Nurse

says', sorta like 'Simon says'."

She pulled down his pants to reveal his stiffened shaft and released his

left wrist from the restraint cuff and said, "Now, Nurse says show me how

you masturbate." Michael laid there silently refusing the command. Monica

extracted a stun prod from her pocket "popping" it once to show the blue

electric arc and pushed it firmly against Michael's scrotum. "Nurse says

wank off for me, you pathetic little prick, or you'll get more stimulation

than you'll ever want", she threatened with an evil leer. Michael lost no

time in grasping his penis and began enthusiastically tugging. "Nurse says

open your eyes and look at me, and don't stop.", she ordered. Michael

opened his eyes to observe Monica unbutton her blouse revealing a very

sheer bra showing her large erect nipples. She began to massage her breasts

and play with the engorged tips. Michael had forgotten the absurdity of his

present situation as he watched the lewd display and worked himself to the

brink of climax. "Nurse says STOP!", the order was shouted as she seized

his arm and returned his wrist to the confines of the restraint cuff. She

then grabbed his balls and pulled them downward, eliciting and painful howl

from Michael. The nurses expert hands then tied a length of rubber tubing

around Michael's aching nuts which was then tied off to the waistbelt strap

securing him to the cot, causing a continuous constriction and downward tug

of his delicate scrotum.

Beads of sweat popped out on Michael' forehead as the nurse leaned forward

and forced a large foam sponge into his mouth which she secured with

adhesive tape to silence his moans of pain. She then took a length of

somewhat heavier surgical tubing, doubled it over to form a short whip and

began lightly swatting Michael's captive testicles and engorged prick. "I

warned you about letting me find you again with an erection," she said

loudly as she slowly but steadily increased the force with which she

slapped at his sensitive balls with the rubber quirt. Each swing of the

tubing shot a red hot bolt of agony through Michael's body as he bucked

furiously in his restraints. Finally the sadistic nurse relented and the

sharp jolts of pain stopped and she calmly walked from the room, allowing

Michael to lay there panting through the gag, soaked in sweat, his nuts

aching. Several minutes later, Monica returned and release the rubber

tubing from his balls and ripped the tape from his mouth removing the

saliva soaked sponge. "I hope I've made my point with you now", she said as

she pulled up his pants to cover his limp punished genitals. Monica then

released the strap holding Michael's head to the cot and removed the foam

positioning blocks. The Nurse then left the room slamming and locking the

heavy steel door, leaving Michael alone with no escape from the painful

throbbing slowly ebbing from his balls.

The next time the door opened, Susan appeared in the doorway cheerfully

greeting him, "Good evening, Michael. We're going to get you up and moved

to another room. I know you're probably tired of just lying in here like

this." Picking up the camisole straitjacket and examining it, she

continued, "These are brand new. I think it'll will be a lot more,--er,

well lighter, and as comfortable as something like this can be for a

patient." As Susan moved to release his cot restraints, Monica entered the

doorway, leaning leisurely against the frame slowly fondling a stun prod in

her right hand, as coolly as an old west gunfighter stroking his six gun.

Monica released his wrists from the cuffs, loosened the waist belt

restraint and helped him sit up. Then she brought the camisole over and

helped him slip into its slick, shiny confines. With the back lacing

loosely tied it slid over his head and around him like a sweat shirt.

Michael found the new restraint to be much lighter than the canvas version,

however, it became equally restrictive as it was laced tightly about him

and the stretchy sleeves were passed through the chest loop and secured

behind him. He could gain a little movement through his arms with much

effort, but the stretchy spandex always returned his arms to their original

position. He also noticed that this straitjacket had access zippers

positioned diagonally across each side of the chest over his nipples, as

Susan worked one of the zippers open and closed, "These sure are handy, to

be able attach monitors and electrodes without having to remove the

restraint." "Uh, huh", nodded Monica, who then came over and helped Michael

to his feet after Susan removed the ankle cuffs.

With that they returned Michael to the padded cell and provided him with a

small foam pillow and a light blanket. As the door to the seclusion room

was locked shut, Michael was left alone and tried to sleep, but was unable.

An hour or so later, Monica's voice came over the speaker, "Get in position

so I can come in." Michael worked his way up to his knees and crawled to

the middle of the room and waited.

Monica entered the room and checked the adjustment of his restraint

camisole cinching all the straps a little tighter. "I don't know about

these", she said, "seems like there is to much give to them to be

effective." Then she provided him with a squeeze bottle of water to drink

from and offered him a large white pill. "This will help you sleep, so I

don't have to check on you constantly." She held it up to his lips but

Michael refused to take it. "O.K., don't want to take it, huh?" She put the

pill back in her pocket and then withdrew a large hypodermic syringe.

Michael cringed as she forced him on his stomach and pulled back his pant

waist and stuck the needle in his hip. Michael panicked by what was

happening, but remained silent.

After withdrawing the needle, Monica roughly massaged the injection site,

pulled his waist band back up and left the room. Several minutes later, as

Michael laid there worrying about what he'd been drugged with, Monica's

voice returned over the speaker, "In case you're curious, the shot was only

sterile water. You'll be getting a mandatory medication prescription soon,

and I thought you should learn about your options before we start the real

thing. Have a nice evening."

As Michael had eventually expected, some hours later the door to the padded

cell swung open to admit Leasa, still dressed in her provocative evening

street attire. She was carrying her gym bag which she placed her heels

inside, as she padded across the foam floor towards him. Michael sat up and

Leasa knelt beside him. She kissed him on the lips and asked, "Michael, do

you feel sufficiently recovered to enjoy your reward?" He nodded and

volunteered, "Look, I can't take anymore of this. I'll beg--I am begging

you, please Leasa, if that's what it takes to get me out of this thing." He

sighed in relief when she turned him around and released the crotch strap

of his straitjacket and slipped off his pants. She said, "I was hoping I

would find you a little more appreciative the lighter restraint I ordered

for you, Michael". She then stood and slipped off her dress to reveal a

matching bra, thong panty and suspender belt set holding her sheer

stockings, all of shiny black lycra. She questioned him as she unrolled her

panties, "Tell me what you want to do when I release you." Michael

believing she had dropped her "stern bondage nurse" character, eagerly

responded, "I'm going to fuck your brains out like you won't believe baby."

With that Leasa approached just close enough for him to tongue her curly

blonde sex. Michael made some tentative licking attempts and said, "Come on

Leasa, hurry up and let me loose!" Leasa suddenly grabbed his face and

buried it deeply in her crotch, holding him there for several seconds. Then

she pushed him roughly face down on the mat and sat across his back. Taking

her panties she rolled them into a ball and thrust them into Michael's

mouth and secured them with a length of rubber bandage. She stood up

keeping Michael pinned with one foot in the small of his back. She quickly

grabbed her gym bag, and extracted a seven inch long strap on dildo which

she fastened about her waist. She then pulled out a pair of padded leather

cuffs and wrapped them around Michael's ankles as he struggled to crawl

away. She dragged him back across the foam floor and fastened the connector

straps from the ankle cuffs to fabric loops sewn on the floor matting about

four feet apart, stretching his legs wide. She then pulled him to his knees

and secured the loose crotch strap hanging from the front of the stretchy

straitjacket to another loop on the floor midway between the other two

loops. She then strutted around Michael, the dildo swaying lewdly from her

hips, and said, "I think you're still too aggressive to be released. You're

begging is not sincere enough yet, so I think some reverse psychology is in

order and I'll be happy to administer it."

The chest access zips on the jacket were opened and he winced as small

suction cups were squeezed onto each of his tender nipples. She then knelt

behind him and placed the lubricated tip of the dildo at the opening of his

anus. "I'm listening", she said as she eased the tip of the dildo past his

sphincter and slowly plunged the thick rubber cock into his rectum. Michael

pulled hard against his restraints, but she had him so arranged where he

could not pull away. She leaned forward forcing his head down and hips

high, mashing his face in the spongy foam floor. Michael moaned loudly into

his panty gag and began begging muffled pleas in earnest as she began to

work the thick rubber cock into his ass. "Pleeath! Pleeath! Leeatha, I

beggth yoouth! Pleeeath, Leeatha!", he cried through the spandex gag. The

clit stimulator attached to the inside of the harness had Leasa hot now,

and she continued her assault, thrusting deeply into Michael's backside

until she reached a long powerful climax and rested against him shuddering.

Finally she slipped free of the harness straps leaving the thick dildo

impaled in his rectum. She reached in her bag and removed a thick latex

condom and stretched it over his throbbing member. "We don't want you to

make a mess of your padded cell, now do we?" Then she began pulling at the

straps of the dildo still in his ass like little reins and slowly pulling

and squeezing his penis as if milking a cow. After a few short strokes,

Michael exploded with a load moan, in a mind searing white hot orgasm of

his own, filling the condom to near overflowing.

Leasa removed dildo and nipple suction cups and closed the zips on the

straitjacket. She then carefully removed the full condom and cleaned his

penis with a cool alcohol wipe. Leasa then released the crotchstrap from

the floor loop and the ankle cuffs allowing him to sprawl forward on the

cushioned floor. Finally she removed her sodden panties from the dazed

Michael's mouth and replaced his scrub pants and re-secured the crotch

strap on the straitjacket. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear,

"Well, was it worth all I put you through--did it live up to your

fantasies." He nodded his tired head affirmatively. "Good", she continued

as she kissed him. "All the other patients and staff have gone now, so we

can go home too if you want. But I'm going to leave you here for a little

bit to savor while I clean up. When I get back we can discuss our future

relationship."

With that she gathered her things in her arms and left Michael alone in the

padded cell. She didn't return right away and Michael lapsed off into deep

sleep despite his bindings.

Michael was suprised to awaken and still find himself alone and bound in

the cell. Then to his considerable relief the door finally opened, but to

his amazement, pretty young Susan entered the cell.

She spoke to him, "Good morning Michael. Nurse Leasa got tied up last night

after Nurse Monica left, so I volunteered to come take care of you." She

assisted him from the confines of the foam cell and lap belted him into a

wheel chair and gently wheeled him down to the nurses station and sat

across from him. She then looked at him with a serious face and asked

sternly, "So Michael, would you like to tell me what's been going on these

last few days?" Michael shrugged his shoulders and said nothing. "Michael,

in looking at your chart, I see that your 72 hour court ordered evaluation

was changed to voluntary admission. You know we can keep you here for three

more days, even if you tell me you want to leave right now, so you might

want to consider answering my questions." Still no response from Michael.

She continued, "Michael, we scheduled some hydrotherapy for this morning.

Leasa is downstairs right now." Michael's mind began to race wildly as he

now deduced that Leasa had somehow recruited these willing assistants to

assist in his torment, and of what he might be forced to endure in another

session in the hydro suite.

Susan smiled quietly at Michael's panicked look and as she flipped a nearby

video monitor on, said "I don't think you understand what I've been telling

you--here take a look!" Michael stared at the monitor in silent amazement

and took several long seconds to absorb the scene as the camera slowly

zoomed in close up.

Leasa was fairly surging with powerful energy and delight after the climax

of the games she and Michael had played out, as she approached the nurses

lounge. She was still clad only in her stockings, suspender belt and bra

and felt goosebumps forming from the cool air as she entered the room and

fumbled for the light. She was totally unprepared as strong arms grabbed

her from behind and held her tightly as the hypodermic needle slid expertly

into her arm.

ENGAGED AND COMMITTED

CHAPTER FOUR

After Leasa returned Michael to his padded cell, she adjusted his

straitjacket to average tightness and kissed him gently on the lips. "You

cried for me. I told you that you would. For that you'll get a little

reward, I promise. But right now, I've got to go and be ready when Monica

arrives", she said as she inserted a squeeze bottle straw in his mouth and

helped him gulp several mouthfuls of a sweet sticky liquid before laying

him down gently. She told him that the liquid would help him rest and

recover from his "therapy" as she exited the padded cell. Michael was still

in a stupor nowhere near recovered from the rigors endured during the last

several hours in the hydro suite. He was too exhausted and his body ached

too much from his struggles and the cold induced muscle cramps to think and

he just drifted off to sleep.

Michael awoke from his deep slumber to the dim lights of the padded cell,

his body still sore from the abuse he had suffered. But for the

straitjacket holding him firmly, he would have sworn he'd just awoken from

a dream, or maybe a nightmare. He slowly sat up in the middle of the foam

lined room and ran the events of the recent days through his mind. Was he

who he thought he was. Did he really know the nurse responsible for his

treatment, or was his romance just the deluded fantasy of an truly mentally

ill patient.

Suddenly the lights snapped on and an unfamiliar female voice firmly

addressed him. "You'll need to turn away from the door and sit or kneel for

me", the voice commanded. Michael pivoted around and heard the door open

behind him. He heard the foam floor squish as the unseen figure approached,

then he felt hands tightening all his restraint straps and then the voice

directed him, "Alright, now lie face down for me. Michael complied and felt

the padded ankle restraint cuff hobbles being placed on his ankles. "O.K.,

now you can get up", directed the voice, and he felt strong hands helping

him to his knees and then slowly to his feet. The nurse held him firmly by

the strap connecting the sleeves at the rear of his straitjacket and walked

him to the door of the seclusion room. As he stepped from the soft foam

floor matting to the cold tile hallway a second pair of hands firmly

gripped his left arm. Michael looked to see it was the young nurse Susan,

who spoke a soft, "Hello, Michael". The other nurse transferred her grip to

his right arm and as they slowly walked down the hallway. Michael could

observe the new nurse was a rather tall and strikingly voluptuous brunette

beauty with a curly permed hairdo spilling down to her shoulders. She

appeared to be in her early 30's and was dressed in a navy blue uniform,

which showed her outstanding figure very nicely. As they continued down the

hall Susan introduced the new nurse, "Michael this is Nurse Monica."

Michael remained silent. "I think he's kind of shy," continued Susan with a

giggle to Monica. Monica merely replied, "He must have great insurance to

get a private room here on a holiday weekend, instead of Ward 10 at

Barnsley Hall hospital." "In here," she directed Michael as they came to a

small room with a heavy steel door. In the small windowless concrete 8 x 10

room Michael could see that the only furnishings were a single unit

stainless steel sink/toilet combination in one corner and in the center of

the room a narrow bed with a heavy steel frame and legs bolted securely

into the floor. The cot was covered with a crisp white bottom sheet, and on

the bed were two pair of brown leather restraint cuffs attached to heavy

cotten web straps encircling the bed. Another heavy webbing strap encircled

the middle of the bed, anchoring a foam padded restraint belt about four

inches wide, which had overlapping velcro closures. "Face down on the bed",

directed Nurse Monica in a businesslike tone. Michael leaned over and

placed his face and chest on the thin foam mattress as Susan helped lift

his hobbled legs on to the bed. Monica fitted the foam padded restraint

belt tightly around his abdomen sealing the velcro closures together. Then

Monica released all the strap buckles on his straitjacket and Susan

switched his ankles from the leather hobbles into the brown leather cuffs

attached to the bed. As the two nurses retreated to the door, Susan

explained to him, "After you work your arms out of the jacket, you can

release yourself from the belt and undo your ankles. Then I want you to

hand the straitjacket to me through the slot in the door here. After that

we will hand you a tray and you can feed yourself breakfast." It took

Michael several minutes to work his sore stiff arms free from the jacket

sleeves, and then he was able to reach behind his back and with

considerable effort pull apart the velcro closures on the restraint belt.

He then rose to his knees and released his ankle cuffs. Once free of the

restraints, he stretched for several long minutes. It was the first time in

days that he had been free from some form of restraint.

Monica's voice interrupted him, "Michael, we're waiting. Place the jacket

through the door please." Michael rolled up the straitjacket and handed it

through the slot in the door. A few seconds later a small plastic tray was

placed in the slot. Michael took the tray and set it on the bed while he

continued to stretch. "We'll check back on you in a while. Now don't let

your breakfast get cold", called Monica through the slot.

After finishing another long stretch, Michael seated himself on the low bed

and picked up the tray. It contained a good sized bowl of a thin whitish

oatmeal like substance, a plastic spoon and a small squeeze bottle of clear

liquid. Michael tasted the goo in the dish. Cold and tasteless. "Don't let

it get cold. Sure bitch. This I can do without", he thought. He found the

bottle contained more of the sicky sweet liquid that Leasa had given him

the evening before. He was thirsty and proceeded to consume a little more

than half of the liquid which just made him thirstier, and then went to the

sink to get some water. The push button on the sink refused to emit any

water.

A half hour later Michael was still pacing the room when Susan came to the

door. "Michael, did you finish your breakfast," she asked through the door

slot. Michael silently retrieved the tray from the end of the bed and

placed it in the slot. "No appetite," came Susan's voice. "Well, I'll leave

it here for awhile. You might be hungrier later." "Its cold, and what I

really need is some water. The sink isn't working either.", replied

Michael. "We'll get some water for you in a little bit. I'm sorry about the

food. We have to serve everything at room temperature and use a thin

texture to prevent any possibility of the patient choking. But, I'll tell

Nurse Leasa about your complaints", she added with a little smile that

Michael felt was disturbingly knowing.

A few hours later Michael heard footsteps outside the door. But even with

his ear to the door he could barely make out the conversation going on

outside. "When was he placed in the observation room? (Leasa). "At nine

o'clock this morning. Monica just said we should transfer him to the

observation room and get him out of the jacket before she left. We brought

him a breakfast tray, but he hasn't eaten yet." (Susan). O.K., well, let's

get him fastened down before you leave, and I'll discuss it with him."

(Leasa).

The panel covering the slot on the door opened, and Michael heard Susan,

"Michael, we need to you to cooperate with us a little now for everyone's

safety. I want you to lie down on your bed and put your ankles in the

cuffs. O.K., now lie back and wrap the belt snug around your middle. That's

good, now just place your right wrist in the cuff and close it, and fold

your left arm under the middle of your back."

Now they had him tying himself up, Michael thought, "I must be crazy," as

he worked the brown leather cuffs tightly closed around his ankles and then

firmly sealed the padded restraint belt around his stomach. Finally with

some difficulty he locked the restraint cuff around his right wrist and

slid his left arm under the small of his back. As he laid there he heard

the heavy click of the lock and the door opened.

Susan cautiously approached, checked the adjustment of his right wrist

cuff, circled the head of the cot, and took his left wrist in her soft

hands and secured it in the remaining restraint cuff.

"Very good Michael. As long as you continue to co-operate, we'll only have

you wear these for security when we need to come in to check on you.",

Susan explained. She then took his blood pressure and temperature, while

Leasa remained lounging in the doorway. When she finished Leasa asked, "Oh

could you bring me a bottle of water before you go?" Susan returned quickly

with a squeeze bottle of water and handed it to Leasa. "Thanks," Leasa said

appreciatively. "Sure you don't need me anymore?", asked Susan. "Yes, we'll

get along famously, I'm sure.", replied Leasa. "O.K., well Monica will be

back around 3:00 o'clock.

Leasa remained for a few minutes and then left the room. A minute later she

returned and sat on the edge of the cot. "Just wanted to make sure that we

were all alone.", Leasa explained. Leasa was dressed plainly today in a

knee length white skirt, a white blouse and white lab coat, which she

removed and laid at the foot of the bed. Her pretty blonde hair was pulled

up in a tight bun.

"Now, Patient, I want to talk to you a little.", Leasa continued. "I hope

you enjoyed your brief vacation from your straitjacket. And I trust you

haven't been doing anything naughty without permission, now have you?", she

asked tapping his now erect penis. "No, Nurse Leasa.", Michael replied.

"Good. Now I understand that you have some complaints and wouldn't eat your

breakfast." "Yeah, uh, Yes, Nurse Leasa", Michael said. "That gruel she

brought was cold. The stuff in the bottle just made me thirsty and I

couldn't get any water from the sink."

"Well, you need to eat if you're going to keep up your strength Michael",

Leasa stated flatly. "I thought that we had made some real progress after

your hydrotherapy session. But I guess we'll have to keep working on it

won't we." She then left the room for a few minutes and returned with a

rolling tray, the top of which was above Michaels's line of vision. She

retrieved the breakfast tray from the shelf and placed it on the cart,

saying, "Sure you don't want to try some more?" "Yes, Nurse Leasa.", came

the reply.

With that the nurse took two rectangular foam blocks from the tray and a

long two inch wide nylon strap from the cart and strapped Michael's

forehead tightly against the thin foam covered cot, with the two foam

blocks alongside his head to limit any sideways movement. She then picked

up his bowl and offered him a spoonful of the disgusting cold goo. Michael

refused to open his mouth until she held his nose and forced him to take

it. Michael knew better than to spit it out and glumly swallowed. "I'm

going to insist that you take your nourishment Michael, but I can see this

won't work." Then with a smug grin, she went to the cart and returned with

a fat rubber plug gag which she forced into his mouth and secured with a

strap. The gag was similar to the one used with the hydrosuit, except it

had a small hole through its middle. Leasa inserted a short length of

rubber tubing through the hole forcing it back over Michael's tongue until

he began to gag, pulled it back slightly and then left it there. Michael

watched as the nurse returned to the cart and mixed a little water in with

the oatmeal in the bowl and then loaded the contents into the largest

syringe he'd ever seen. Slightly bigger than a large turkey baster.

Leasa smiled at him, "This will make it much faster." She then inserted the

syringe tip in the rubber tubing and began to force the glop through the

gag filling the back of his throat. Michael had no choice but to begin

swallowing the cold nasty stuff down. He choked a few times, but the nurse

continued the flow of goo down his throat. Finally as Michael felt his

stomach begin to feel uncomfortably swollen she finished administering his

breakfast. She then reloaded the syringe with the remaining half of the

sweet liquid drink and forced it down him as well. Leasa then took the

syringe to the sink and used most of the bottle of water to rinse it before

placing water in the syringe. When she returned to his bedside, Michael

could see only a few CCs of water remained in the syringe. "Sorry this is

all the water I could spare you right now she said as she squirted small

stream of water down his throat. Just enough to really heighten Michael's

thirst.

The nurse put away the feeding equipment, except the gag which she left in

place and then unfastened the restraint belt around Michael's middle. She

pulled down his pants, revealing his protruding penis and then gently toyed

with his nipples for several minutes and gave his aching cock a few

hesitating strokes, smiling as the his aching prick and balls became fully

swollen and purple. She looked him in the face and gently said, "You have a

tremendous amount of congestion down there. I'll bet its uncomfortable."

She then removed her panties, raised her skirt and removing his gag,

straddled his face with her wet sex. Michael tongued her pussy slowly,

teasingly at first, thinking that he might be able to encourage her to move

down to his poor deprived prick for relief. She held securely to the strap

tightly confining his head and continued to grind her cunt against

Michael's mouth. "Faster, faster, Michael," she moaned, as she pulled open

her blouse and began to tweak her own stiff nipples through her lacy white

bra. "Oh GOD, SUCK IT, SUCK MY CLIT! DAMN YOU, MAKE ME COME!", she yelled

at him as he continued his slow probing of her sopping wet pussy. After she

had freed her breasts from her bra, she realized what Michael was trying to

do. She lifted off of his face and turned around facing his legs and sat

firmly on his face forcing her anus into Michael's mouth. She grabbed his

swollen balls and twisted them sternly, "NOW, get down to business", she

ordered.

Michael quickly thrust his tongue into her ass, eager to please and get

relief from the ball twist she had on him. As he continued to dart his

tongue in and around her sphincter, she released her grasp on him and began

to furiously finger her clit. A few minutes after her tremendous climax she

arose from the bed and rearranged her clothes.

She replaced Michael's gag and his heart sank when she pulled on her

panties.

"Michael, your behavior has just earned you another session in the

hydrosuite. A long one.", she said sternly. "But that can wait. We need to

relieve the congestion you have worked up down here," lightly flicking his

ever present erection. Michael sighed in relief that she would finally let

him come. She then picked up an external male catheter sleeve of heavy

latex rubber shaped like a condom, except the tip continued into an small

diameter inch long open tube. She squirted some white gel inside the

catheter and worked it around coating the interior before sliding the latex

sleeve over Michael's engorged member. "It takes a few minutes for the

anesthetic to work", she smiled. "I said I'd relieve the pressure down

here, not that you'd get to enjoy it."

While Michael's prick began to grow numb she lubricated his ass with a

greasy gel on her fingers and then inserted a fat silver colored probe into

his rectum. Michael groaned loudly and struggled against the restraints

arching his back. The nurse silently forced his body down and tightly

secured the padded restraint belt around his middle. Straining his head

against its restraint, he could see her attaching wires to the thing

between his legs, and renewed his futile struggles, but the restraints held

him firmly. She connected the wires to a small black box and began to dial

its controls. Michael could feel a slow biting electrical shock creep up

his rectum to his prostate. Leasa put down the control box and inserted the

end of the large syringe in the catheter tube. She squeezed his cock and

although Michael could feel the pressure of her hand, he couldn't feel any

other sensation, but realized that his cock was growing limp. The nurse

continued to turn the dial on the black box and the sting of the current

turned into a vibration deep inside his pelvis. Then suddenly he felt his

scrotum began to contract and watched as Leasa slowly pulled back the

plunger and began to draw milky white semen from his cock. She continued to

milk him dry, and although his pelvic muscles continued to spasmodically

contract as he bucked in the restraints, the only sensation he was able to

feel was a aching throb in his groin.

Michael felt tired and his pelvic muscles were still twitching when she

finished, removing the syringe tip from the catheter tip to examine its

contents. "Hmm, almost 30 cc's", she commented, and then to Michael's

horror, she inserted the syringe into his gag and injected his still warm

cum into his unwilling mouth. Michael felt humiliated as the salty bitter

tasting semen filled the back of his throat, but finally swallowed it.

"Don't worry Michael, you'll get used to the taste after awhile," Leasa

said with a giggle.

She then removed the electric dildo probe and catheter sleeve and cleaned

him up. Leasa rearranged his pants and removed his gag, but left him in the

restraints holding him firmly to the cot as she left the room and closed

the heavy door with a thud.

Michael lay there feeling sapped of energy, his cock now limp and drained.

He knew that struggling against the restraints was useless--escape was

hopeless. She had once again used him for her selfish pleasure and then

stolen his manhood, leaving him to ponder his helpless humiliated

condition. Michael pondered Leasa's threat about another session in the

hydrosuit over and over in his mind and eventually dozed off.

He didn't know how long he had been asleep or when the blind fold had been

placed over his eyes when he felt the warm lotion being spread over his

limp penis. Then the soft hand began working up and down the length of his

shaft bringing it fully erect. Michael felt his sexual energy restored and

was lightly straining against his restraints when the stroking stopped, he

felt his pants once again pulled up and to his dismay he heard footsteps

retreating down the hallway.

Several minutes later he heard footsteps again approaching and could feel

the presence of someone in the room with him. Finally the blindfold was

removed and Michael looked up to discover Nurse Monica standing over him.

If Monica saw the look of surprise on Michael's face he wasn't able to

detect it, as she calmly folded the blindfold into her front pocket. Her

look was totally indifferent as she silently sat on the edge of the cot and

took Michael's blood pressure and listened to his heart. She looked at the

bulge in his pants of his still erect penis and calmly said, "And what have

we here?", as she pulled back his pants and Michael's penis sprang fully

erect to greet her. She gently grasped his organ and squeezed gently,

saying, "You poor thing. All excited and you can't do anything about it,

can you?" Michael closed his eyes and remained silent, as he felt warm

blood fill his face in embarrassment. "Would you like Nursie to do

something about this?", she teasingly asked, squeezing again. Michael with

his eyes still closed shamelessly nodded affirmative. Michael forced his

eyes open as he felt Monica tightly wrap the blood pressure cuff around his

stiff cock several times to see a evil smile appear on her face. "This

usually gets rid of the problem. You know its too bad you're a nut case,

you're really cute enough to get my interest, but we have to be

professional, you know", she stated as she slowly pumped the bulb. Tighter

and tighter the cuff on his dick grew painfully forcing the blood from his

erection, as Monica continued to squeeze the bulb. Finally, Michael's

erection sagged as a dull pain filled his testicles. She left the cuff on

fully inflated for about five minutes while Michael drew his breath in

short deep gasps. Finally she released the pressure valve on the bulb

causing Michael to grunt and twist in the restraints as waves of pain

racked his groin. With the pressure released, Monica was able to easily

slid the cuff from his limp penis. "Now, I hope I don't find you like that

again", she said sternly as she flicked his the tip of his aching member

with her fingertip. "I can see Nurse Leasa knew what she was doing when she

kept you in restraint for the afternoon", she told him as she rearranged

his pants and strode from the room.

ENGAGED & COMMITTED

CHAPTER THREE

Some while later, Leasa returned to her waiting patient, carrying what

appeared to be a large one piece shiny black rubber wet suit, similar to

what scuba divers wear, except this rubber suit seemed abnormally large and

bulky as she laid it across a nearby tank and approached Michael. "I'm glad

you aren't to quick to give in Michael. I wanted the chance to show you

more of what our hydrotherapy department has to offer", she said as she

released his legs from the restraint cuffs, and then worked a black

stretchy spandex thong brief up his legs. She tucked his now semi-rigid

penis back between his legs and the close fitting thong strap effectively

held it tightly in position, preventing his

erection. She then worked a well lubricated anal plug into his rectum and

positioned the rear strap of the thong over its flared base to hold it

deeply

inside. Michael groaned deeply as the rubber plug slid past his sphincter.

She then released his arms and stood back holding a stun gun and pointed to

the rubber wet suit, "You'll need to slip into it from the rear, legs first

and then arms. Then I'll help get you zipped."

Michael picked up the rubber suit and surveyed it as he slipped into one

leg and then the other. The suit had attached feet and its unusual

bulkiness was from the inch or so of foam rubber type material which lined

the quarter inch thick shiny slick neoprene outer wetsuit material. The

inside of the foam padded suit was lined with a plush spandex fabric, and

the foam compressed fairly easily as he slipped into it, but gripped his

body firmly allowing no air spaces or gaps next to the skin. The rubber

suit was also strangely appointed with a number of chrome and plastic hose

fittings strategically placed about the arms, legs, back, abdomen, the

chest over the nipple areas, and a fitting over the crotch and lower butt

area of the suit. He also noticed that flat inch wide stainless metal loops

were regularly positioned every several inches or so along the sides of the

suit and at the toes of the feet. The arms of the suit ended in closed

mittens like the sleeves of a straitjacket and had similar hardware at the

ends. As Michael pulled the suit up past his waist he noticed divider like

padding in the seat of the suit force its way to fill the crack between his

buttocks firmly making contact with the anal plug pressing in his rectum.

He breathed deeply from the sensation as he slipped his arms into the suit

and worked his hands to the end of the sleeves, at which he found a glove

like divider to separate and hold each finger. Hanging forward from the

neck of the suit, Michael observed an attached full hood, split down the

back behind the hose fitting at the top, from which the zipper extended to

the small of his back, and which had a small opening at the mouth/nose

area. Another metal loop was attached to the suit above the forehead area.

He realized that he would be totally enclosed when the rubber suit was

zipped, but resigned himself not to give Leasa the satisfaction that any

protest would bring.

Leasa zipped up the suit to just below his neck and helped him stiffly move

to the support frame table and lay on his back. She then drew his arms out

to the corners of the framed and threaded straps through the sleeve end

loops and secured him tightly. She threaded similar straps through the feet

hardware and tightly secured his legs forcing his feet into an exaggerated

en pointe position. She then worked her way around the frame securing the

suit to it with short straps through the loops on the suit. Once secured

tightly, she released the canvas cover and removed it from the frame

allowing Michael to hang above

the tank in the confines of the bizarre rubber suit. The tension on the

suit's connection points and the ends of his hands and feet pulled the suit

ever tighter about him to the point of restricting his breathing. Michael

tested the confinement of this unusual restraint system to find that he

literally could not move a muscle, except his exposed head. She then

attached several black hoses to the various outlets on the suit. Leasa next

wheeled a cart containing a complex array of monitors, gauges, switches and

valves up next to the tank, and then climbed into the waist deep water of

the tank beside him. He could see her nipples stiffen from the cool water

in the tank, to poke through her spandex suit, as she re-checked all the

hoses and suit attachments. Finally the nurse turned to him eagerly

observing his hampered respirations and eyeing him for his reaction, "Well,

looks as if we're about ready, how do you feel now." Michael shot back,

"This things almost as tight as the jeans a certain bitchy nurse I know

wears."

Leasa's face momentarily flushed with surprised anger at the unexpected

remark, but she then coolly continued, "O.K., patient, you just don't know

when to quit do you!" She forcefully pushed a large rubber plug gag between

his clenched lips and secured its attached strap behind his head, and then

sealed a soft sticky rubber nosepiece with a tube slightly protruding into

each nostril over his nose. An air tube was inserted through the hole in

the front of the hood and attached to the nosepiece. Soft silicone ear

plugs were sealed into each ear and a thick oval foam pad sticky with glob

of petroleum jelly like substance was pressed into each eye sealing off his

vision. She then pulled the suit's hood up over his face, and pressed it

tightly over his features while pulling the zipper all the way closed,

tightly confining his head. Extra oval pads of soft foam attached to the

inside of the hood pressed into Michael's ears. In the hooded suit, Michael

was cut off from all external stimuli as he breathed in and out cautiously

through his nose.

Leasa attached the last hose fitting to the top of the hood and secured a

strap through the metal loop tab, then pulled Michael's head taut in the

frame and secured the many hoses into clips along the support frame

checking for kinks. Finally, she knelt in the water immersing herself to

the neck to cool the sweat that had formed on her body, leaned back to

evaluate her handiwork, and considered what was to come. She noticed her

own breathing was rapid and her heartbeat was racing. She wondered. Could

she really go through what she had planned. She had never been so severe

with any patient, much less than the man she loved. She knew that he had

well tolerated, no, he had been enjoying everything as much as she until

this point, despite the pain and discomfort she had placed him in. She

pondered the mind game that had developed during their interplay. Finally

she decided, she'd promised him she would have him crying and begging, and

if a short session in the hydrosuit was what it took, then so be it. She

re-checked the monitor array and listened to Michael's soft rhythmic

breathing through the nasal breathing tube setup. She waded around the

outstretched figure and to the hoist control and lowered the support frame

submerging it and the rubber encased subject a foot or so below the surface

of the water. Ignoring the mild splashing caused as he struggled against

the suit and connecting straps, guiding it until the pivot lugs at the ends

of the frame locked into sockets on the walls of the tank. A few minutes

later, she turned on the microphone connected to waterproof earphones in

the hood of the suit and rotated him face down in the tank as she began to

speak to him.

Michael had been lying there stretched from every point in the suit, unable

to move, or even blink, regretting his bratty remarks to Leasa, and waiting

and wondering--what happens next. The insulating quality of the foam lined

rubber suit had quickly warmed him to the point of sweating as he waited

and breathed. Waiting and breathing, the breathing somewhat constricted by

the pressing suit, was all he was capable of. Then he felt himself, he

thought, being lowered and finally dip beneath the surface. A panic, fear

of drowning, swept over him as he struggled mightily in the rubber

restraint suit, resulting in only a small splashing in the tank. Finally he

remembered to breath and concentrated solely on that task as the water

crushed the suit even more firmly against his body. A sudden wave vertigo

struck him and he heard faint static in his ears as he was lazily rotated

over face down in the tank. Then to his surprise, he heard the Leasa's

strangely muffled voice in his ears.

"Michael, this is Leasa. If you're O.K., I want you hold your breath for a

count of ten so I can tell." Michael gulped in air as deeply as possible

and held his breath and counted to ten. "Alright Michael, listen

carefully", she continued in a flat clinical method, "I'm going to explain

your treatment to you. The hydrosuit you're in is the state of the art form

of seclusion therapy and as you will see provides for the ultimate sensory

deprivation experience.

Studies have shown that even a brief immersion can have a noticeable

calming effect on a disturbed patient. Additionally, the various options

available with the hydrosuit allow it to be utilized for behavior

modification therapy, which obviously what you're in need of. During your

stay you have been instructed on appropriate responses, which you

apparently are unable to come to on your own.

The hydrosuit can provide effective discipline therapy will assist in

overcoming your resistance to the desired behaviors. There is a lot of

psycho-theory to all this, that I won't bore you with, but let's just say

that certain stimuli can be provided to distract you from your obvious male

sexual aggression. Now,

I'm going to explain the mechanics of your therapy. The water in the tank

is a constant 70 degree Fahrenheit, which by itself is the comfortable

ambient temp when your wearing the suit. Now as you were able to observe,

the suit is fitted with a number of water hose connectors, through which I

can control a flow of water in and out of the suit. The controls allow me

to adjust water flow rate, pressure, and temperature. The water through the

valves can also be switched to a vibrating pulse, and negative pressure or

suction can be provided. The temperature of water through the suit can be

adjusted anywhere from 33 degrees to 110 degrees Fahrenheit. I'll just show

you a little now." Michael then felt the suit growing uncomfortably rigid

and hot and felt a gentle pulsing sensation on his genitals. Several

seconds later, the water vibrator stopped and he felt a sensation of being

squeezed tightly all over as the suit vacuum contracted around him. Then he

once again felt the suit turn rigid and suddenly felt the chill of icy cold

water instantly surround his body. Michael began to suck in all the air

that he could as the cold gripped him and struggled desperately to escape

the frigid rubber bodysuit enclosing him. On his next inhalation, he sensed

enormous effort to obtain the needed oxygen. He continued to fight for his

breath and grew frightened that the breathing apparatus was failing. Then

slowly he felt his breathing ease and felt the suit grow pleasantly warm

again.

Michael listened to Leasa's next words, "I forgot to tell you, I can also

control the respiratory volume allowed, which allows us to prevent

hyperventilation. I can control everything manually from my console or just

set the unit on an automatic random sequence. I selected the optional

rectal core temperature sending unit for you, so the computer can monitor

your body temp as the therapy proceeds. The demonstration we just went

through went from 86 to 48 degrees and the volume, pressure, suction and

pulse were at 40 percent. This system is FDA approved, so its safe. While

you may (giggle) experience some discomfort (giggle), nothing bad will

happen to you. Remember to try and not panic or struggle, it will only make

things worse." Leasa paused for a time and then slowly continued, "Michael,

once I start your treatment cycle, you won't be able to communicate with

me. I'm going to tell you something. I tried this one time, and I became

extremely claustrophobic, and could barely stand to be immersed--so I will

understand if this is too much for you. I think you probably have the idea

now, so if you think you're ready to demonstrate appropriate behavior

without going any further, just keep breathing normally for the next ten

seconds. Otherwise hold your breath for a ten count to let me know when

you're ready to begin--but, remember, this will be the last time I talk to

you until we're done."

Leasa listened to Michael's deep rhythmic breathing for several seconds and

satisfied that she had made her point, prepared to press the hoist control

when suddenly his breathing stopped. She was at first scared something had

happened, but then counted to herself, one, two, ..., ten. Then Michael

took a deep breath and continued to breath normally. Leasa carefully spoke

through the microphone, "O.K. Michael, have it your own way. I'll see you

in about an hour." She climbed out of the tank, turned off the microphone

and dried herself.

Then she switched the console's controls to sequence randomly, dialed the

panel's various controls for temperature, rate and pressure up to maximum

variance, set the timer to three hours and touched the start control.

Leasa draped a large fluffy towel over a poolside type lounge chair and

positioned herself to watch Michael and the instrument array. She thought

to herself that she wouldn't be able to stand to watch Michael endure the

hydrosuit torture she had started for very long and promised herself, "I'll

wait just until he's struggling real good and to the breaking point and

turn it off." The nurse understood the truly intimidating nature of this

discipline method, without herself even ever having endured a full session

in the tank. She had regularly demonstrated and experimented on herself and

with other nurses with every device in the hospital, except the hydrosuit.

She had thought little enough of the hospital's recent purchase of the

equipment when she viewed the training videos showing an unresisting

"patient" apparently calmed by a brief submersion in the suit. But she

clearly remembered the taste of the unnatural, but absolute panic that

gripped her even more tightly than the rubber restraint suit had.

She recalled in vivid detail her training experience as "patient" in the

company demo room. She had had a feeling of great ambivalence when the

pretty blonde sale rep, Lynn, had insisted she completely strip before

enusiastically fitting her into the suit. But when Lynn had tucked the hood

over her face and head and slowly worked the zipper closed, then... She

closed her eyes and felt her body shiver as she recalled the overwhelming

claustrophobia and feeling of total isolation she had experienced. Her

frantic muffled pleas through the rubber breathing aid that had filled her

mouth went unheard, but her hyperventilation had signaled the sales rep to

remove her from the tank before she could be completely immersed. Since the

hydrosuit equipment had arrived at the hospital, Leasa had still not worked

up the nerve to allow herself to put back in the suit for the on-site staff

training that Lynn continued to try and schedule with her. The rubber

sheathed figure entwined in the tank was the first subject she had

personally put through this treatment. She felt somewhat justified as she

rationalized that Michael's session would be for her personal training as

well as some fun.

She watched him for several minutes, spread taut in the rubber suit below

the surface of the gently rippling water and listened as the pumps on the

machine commenced to hum and whine. She observed in amazement as his rubber

bound body suddenly tensed and convulsed as the temp gauge dipped to 40

degrees and listened carefully as the patient strained to suck in more

oxygen. The respiration meter ticked up to 55 percent flow resistance. The

patient began thrashing in the padded rubber suit and panting through the

nasal tube like a race horse as Leasa watched transfixed by the scene. Then

slowly the rubber suited figure relented to the taut straps confining it,

only twitching now and again as the cold continued to subdue it. Leasa

checked the temp gauge at 36 degrees and the respiration resistance backed

off to 35 percent. A minute or so later, Leasa checked the timer as the

temp gauge returned to the ambient 70 degrees and its breathing leveled

out. Twenty-five minutes so far. She turned on the white noise generator to

the ear phones to medium and settled back to watch a little longer.

Michael floated in a womb like state for what seemed eternity after he

heard the ear phones crackle off. He had no way of telling time. Had it

been 10 minutes or half an hour? Suddenly he felt the hint of cold water

and the suit went rigid. The numbing cold water soaked through his flesh

body as he tugged frantically with his arms and legs. His air was getting

faint. He couldn't endure this. He tried to scream at the top of his lungs,

however, the rubber gag filling his mouth and the tight hood allowed no

sound to escape. He was wasting precious time and effort, when he

desperately needed oxygen, yet he tried to scream again and again, but even

the slightest movement of his jaw was denied. Michael's mind turned to a

white haze as the temperature of the freezing water creeped down even

further.

His last sensation was the realization that his body had involuntarily

stopped the futile struggles of the last few minutes and he gave up the

fight to breath, and his brain grew dim.

Then light slowly returned to Michael's brain and he realized his lungs

were filling with air. He was still alive and still breathing. He felt his

muscles pulling themselves apart from the cold induced muscle cramps as the

water slowly warmed about him. He had to move and stretch his limbs to get

some relief, but couldn't move even an eyelid or fingertip in oppressive

rubber suit.

Then to his annoyance a very loud, inescapable static filled his ears,

surrounding him and continued unceasingly. The hydrosuit control program

continued blindly on. Michael felt the warm pulsing sensation grow stronger

at all points where the hose fittings entered the suit. Then the vibrations

became a strong steady humming pulse centered only over his nipples, cock

and blasting away at the anal plug in his ass. Michael grew steadily

aroused, thinking that perhaps the hydrosuit's stimulation might at least

cheat Leasa out of the denial she lorded over him, as he felt his cock

strain in the thong brief. But far to far from the edge of climax, the

respiration limiter once again kicked in suffocating him again. Then the

pulsing stopped and he felt the rubber suit compress tightly about him

crushing him with incredible force, painfully flattening his staining cock

and balls between his legs and guiding the anal intruder inward ever

deeper. Finally the suit finally released its titanic grasp and he was

floating in space again. Michael's mind cleared somewhat and he anticipated

his imminent release from the suit. Surely he had been in this abomination

for more than the hour that Leasa had promised. Above the helpless rubber

bound figure, the time on the hydrosuit control monitor slowly clicked to

35 minutes.

Leasa watched in continued titillation as the hydrosuit commenced its next

cycle upon its hapless victim, and the several cycles after that. The

internal computer always varied the time, order and severity of the suit's

therapy options, so the subject had no way of anticipating what was next.

Leasa felt her stiff nipples in her stretchy spandex suit and slowly began

rolling them around between her thumbs and fingers and dropped her hand to

her sopping wet pussy as she watched the figure in the tank go through its

varied struggles, convulsed twitching and shudders. She found the slim

vibrator in the gym bag beside her lounge and worked the buzzing wand over

her spandex covered nipples and swollen clit. She carefully timed her own

orgasms with the reactions of the tortured figure undulating beneath the

water. Waves of pleasure hit her as her breathing rose to match the

strained tempo of the rubber suited form in the water, as she watched its

convulsions in fascination and writhed in her own happy pleasures.

Upstairs in the first level nurses station a mysterious figure sat in the

dark illuminated only by the soft glow of the video monitor, watching the

activity in the hydro suite with curiosity. The silent watcher let out a

low whistle as her attention was drawn from the rubber suited patients

gyrations to those of the pretty blonde nurse masturbating in erotic

abandon. When the action finally stopped, the mystery watcher quickly

re-fitted some connections behind the monitor array and silently slipped

away down the darkened corridor to the exit.

Leasa lay in an orgasmic daze momentarily oblivious to the fact that the

timer was buzzing and the pumps had stopped. Leasa suddenly snapped out of

her trance and thought of the rubber suited figure floating motionless in

tank as her patient for the first time in hours. Michael was back, she

thought, feeling guilty and ashamed at enjoying her sadistic pleasure. It

was no longer the artificial rubber form whose unrelenting torments had so

stimulated her the last few hours. She slowly pondered her behavior,

wondering if Michael would forgive her and if she wasn't somehow seriously

warped, but yet she felt more alive and energetic now than ever previously

in her life.

Michael was still breathing slowly and regularly through the breathing

tube. She turned off the white noise and adjusted the water to 78 degrees

and set the volume and all connector nozzles to pulse at 30 percent to give

Michael a gentle steady jacuzzi treatment to settle down. Michael totally

exhausted from his experiences drifted gently into sweet sleep state as the

warm water pulsed around him. About thirty minutes later Leasa worked the

hoist and lifted the frame holding the rubber suited figure from the tank

and locked it to the table frame. Water poured from the hose connections as

she rotated Michael's quiet form face up she detached all the hoses from

the suit and then restrung the canvas support canopy below him. Leasa

unfastened the strap holding Michael's hood head taut to the frame and

turned on the ear phone speakers. "Michael, this is Leasa, I'm going to

open your hood for a minute." Leasa unzipped the hood to the neck and

peeled it away from Michael's face. She removed the earplugs and eye pads,

but left the nasal breathing aid and gag plug in place. She softly

whispered with a wicked grin, "Michael, that went pretty quick, so I think

I'll let you have a second hour or so in the tank, O.K.?"

She began to pull the hood back up over his face when the tears began to

stream down Michael's face. His eyes pleaded with her over his gag and

nosepiece, which she removed to avoid choking him, as he continued his

soft, uncontrollable sobbing.

"O.K. Michael, its O.K., we won't do anymore right now." She gently kissed

his forehead and licked one of his tears from his cheek. "I think we've

accomplished what we came down her for now." Michael's body was limp as she

released all the suit's bindings and peeled it from his body, and then

slipped off the thong strap brief. Leasa helped him to a towel covered

table and dried him with a fluffy towel.

Looking at her watch, she suddenly exclaimed, "Oh, shit! Monica will be

here any minute." She quickly slipped on her scrub uniform, pulled on

Michael's pants and loosely strapped him into the straitjacket and propped

him in the wheelchair. "Damn, I don't have time to clean up--I'll have to

come back later," she said locking the door behind her as she wheeled

Michael back and again secured him in the padded cell.

ENGAGED AND COMMITTED

CHAPTER TWO

Several hours later, Michael was in the far corner of the padded cell lying

on his back, knees bent to reduce the pressure of the intruder filling his

bottom. He had made a few efforts to walk about the cell, but the dizzying

effects of the anal plug and his restrained condition dictated otherwise.

Then an unfamiliar, but pleasant female voice came over an unseen speaker,

"Michael, this is Nurse Susan. Please move to the center of the room for me

and kneel facing away from the door."

Michael rolled and crawled across the spongy floor to the middle of the

padded cell and positioned himself as best he could on his knees, hunched

over with his head down and ass upright, the anal plug finding its way to

ever greater depths within his anus. The lights snapped on full bright and

the door opened. From the corner of his eye, Michael could see Leasa with

another nurse, who was a lovely brunette, with a very short boyish haircut,

in her early twenties, dressed in a knee length nurses uniform skirt.

She kicked off her two inch heels and entered the room followed by Leasa.

They approached Michael from behind allowing Susan to survey the situation,

and Susan placed a soothing hand on Michael's shoulder. "I'm sorry it was so

difficult to comply with my request. Didn't know your ankles were fixed

together?" Susan asked apologetically. Leasa explained, "He had a light

tranquilizer and the ambulance crew helped me get him in here in the

ambulatory restraint. But he still seemed a little restless, so I added the

ankle cuffs, since we're short on help." "Michael", Leasa continued, "this

is Nurse Susan. If you will cooperate, I think we can make you more

comfortable for the rest of the night." The two nurses helped Michael to his

feet, and walked him slowly across the foam floor to the hallway. Leasa

nodded to an open door at the end of the hallway, "I've got the room set up

for four point, Susan. Why don't you just walk him down instead of getting

a wheelchair." Susan nodded, and firmly gripping Michael's arm guided him

the thirty some steps to his room. Each short hobbled step for Michael was

an experience in pleasant agony, as the anal plug undulated deep in his

rectum with each weak step. Michael's breath was in short deep gasps as he

made it to the room and was seated on the hospital bed. Michael was laid out

on the bed and the nurses proceeded to remove his straitjacket and ankle

restraints and secure each limb to a corner of the bed in spread eagle fashion in

heavy padded leather cuffs. First his ankles were secured and then Susan

sat him up and loosened the straitjacket and separated the sleeves. The

nurses acting in unison each secured a sleeved arm in the cuff at the

respective corner of the bed. Then the jacket was worked up over Michael's

head and Leasa held one arm while Susan opened the cuff and swiftly removed

the sleeve and tightly re-fastened the cuff. Leasa went to the other side

of the bed and removed Michael's sleeved arm from the cuff, while Susan

completely removed the Straitjacket and turned to place it on a beside

table.

As Susan's eyes were turned away, Leasa quickly wrenched Michael's free arm

across his body and Leaned her whole body across his chest. Michael was

surprised and involuntarily arched his back in the bed. "Susan, Quick, I

need some help here!", Leasa shouted. Susan ran to the other side of the

bed and put her weight on Michael's torso as well, attempting to force

Michael's arm back outright. Michael realizing that struggling was to be

expected rolled about as best he could and pulled his wrist free from

Leasa's grasp. Allowing Susan to grab his wrist, Michael ceased resistance

as she leaned across him smothering his face with her ample breasts and

buckled his wrist into the restraint cuff. Michael recalled hearing Susan

call out, "Its O.K., I've got him now!", as he felt the sharp pain in his

abdomen which turned into the weight of an elephant and his whole body went

rigid.

Michael looked up groggily to see Leasa snapping a small rectangular grey

box to her jumpsuit pocket and hear Susan, "Oh!, I don't think we needed

the stunner. He was just a little panicky on the last arm." Leasa looked at

Michael with mock concern, "You're right Susan. I'm so sorry Michael, maybe

I overreacted--I thought you were going to try to fight us."

Susan had picked up a clipboard and spoke out loud as she was making notes,

"Let's see, out of seclusion and jacket restraint at 12:40 hours, and

patient transferred to four point restraints. Let's see--Patient resisted

application of bed restraints necessitating appropriate intervention with

stun prod." Susan then rolled a tray over which Michael could see contained

a number of needles, syringes and IV equipment. "Leasa, I'll go ahead and

start a drip, if you want to call and get a scrip for some meds." Leasa

looked at Michael, who eyes were wide at the sight of the needles. "We can

sedate you, and then we can remove these restraints. Will that be alright?"

Michael looked away and remained silent. "Look Susan, I don't want to

bother a doctor unless he gets uncontrollable or asks for the meds.

Otherwise, we can just let him leave the limb holders on." "O.K.,

Leasa," responded Susan, "I'll trade off with you checking on him." With

that the pretty young brunette draped a blanket over Michael and both

nurses left the room.

Michael lay there stretched out in the leather restraints wondering if he

could go to sleep with the dildo plug still in his ass and his whole body

stiff from the electrical shock he'd received. Time passed and Michael fell

asleep. He awoke to find Susan adjusting the cuff and strap at his ankles.

"Just checking to make sure your circulation is O.K., I'm sorry, I didn't

mean to wake you up. Are you alright?" "Yes, I think so," replied Michael,

"I just feel kind of foolish and a little confused." "Well," Susan said

kindly, sitting on the edge of the bed and slightly loosening the strap

adjustments of his arm cuff, "If you'd just tell Nurse Leasa you want the

meds, we could get you set up and untie you from these silly straps. It

would only be a little stick. No response from Michael?. O.K., have it your

own way," she said turning out the light and leaving him in darkness once

more.

Michael was barely asleep again when the lights came on again to reveal

Leasa standing at his bedside propping a small gym bag on his bed. "Well,

well, kind of chatty with the nurses, huh? Think she's going to feel sorry

for you and let you go?" She made her way around the bed tugging the cuffs

and straps to their tightest point, and then raised the head of the bed

stretching his body even more. "Susan's a softy sometimes--I think she may

have left you a little too comfortable," she laughed. His pants were pulled

down to reveal his growing cock. "I really am sorry about the stun prod

earlier, however, I told you would be punished." She pushed a rubber ball

gag into his mouth and tightly secured the velcro strap behind his head.

She then withdrew the stun gun device and snapped it menacingly a few times

in front of his eyes, the blue electricity arcing from its contacts like

tiny lightening. "Ready for some more fun?", she giggled. Michael struggled

in earnest against his restraints and his eyes pleaded with her above the

gag bulging in his mouth. She then placed a black foam padded blindfold

over his eyes totally cutting off all light and vision.

"Being unable to anticipate is sometimes a very stimulating part of

therapy--like fear of the unknown!", she taunted, popping the stun prod

again near his ear.

Michael's body quivered and shook as his restraints held him tight, and he

waited. But no shock was forthcoming. Instead he felt the lightest touch at

the base of his cock. Then at his nipples. Leasa continued to work her

fingernails slowly over his body pausing at his most sensitive spots. Then

he felt the butt plug being removed from his anus, only to be replaced by a

slim vibrator which began a slow humming, causing his hips to buck on the

bed as his frustration continued. Then foam ear plugs were inserted in his

ears cutting off all sound. All he could sense was the unrelenting buzzing

in his ass. Then after an unknown length of time he felt a cool rubber

gloved hand covered with lubricant begin to stroke his prick, slowly at

first, then quickening its pace.

As he approached climax, the stroking ceased. Then after an extended wait

the stimulation of his cock began anew. The cycle was repeated again and

again at different intervals.

Michael lost all track of time and was beginning to think his frustration

would render him actually insane if he didn't come soon.

Then as he was finally reaching the moment of release for the umpteenth

time the stroking stopped again. A few seconds later, he felt the biting

pain at his nipples and moaned deeply into his rubber gag as nipple clamps

were applied, and then the vibrator in his bottom was turned to full speed.

The gloved hand began stroking him again, faster and faster. The bed shook

and his restraint cuffs creaked as he arch his back and strained to the

edge of a tremendous climax, and then the hand stopped and gripped his

testicles and pulled hard. Michael was on fire with the pain at his nipples

and his stretched balls along with the buzzing in his rectum causing his

pelvis and cock to vibrate. She held him there in hot agony for several

minutes, but what seemed an hour to Michael, now moaning loudly into his

gag, before releasing the grip on his nuts and removing the vibrator. His

nipples were then suddenly released from the clamps sending a new wave of

pain through his tightly stretched body.

The bed was lowered and the tension on his restraints eased off a bit. He

was shaking, still breathing hard and glistening with sweat. The ball gag

was removed, but the ear plugs and blindfold were left in place.

Finally, hours later, the heat of his frustration and throbbing balls

surrendered to sleep. Sometime after that he was only half aware of someone

returning to remove the sensory deprivation equipment, and he slept again.

Michael's next recollection was that of jumping awake, snapping taut in the

restraint cuffs still holding him, as Leasa, standing at the foot of the

bed, scraped her long fingernails across the sole of his foot. She looked

fresh and well rested, dressed in a pretty pink scrub suit. She smiled at

her ability to produce his reaction, "Susan," she said to her young

associate entering the room, "He's awake now. I you want to attend to his

needs, I'm going to go and change for my morning workout real quick." Susan

quietly provided Michael with a bedpan and some water to drink, and then

loosened his restraints some more and massaged his wrists and ankles with a

damp sponge and then sponge bathed his face and upper body. "Funny that

Leasa had snugged back up like that, she's usually not much for using

restraints at all," she remarked.

Leasa returned later wearing what appeared to be a tight black long sleeve

leotard and warm up pants, with her hair pulled back in a pony tail and a

black spandex sweatband encircling her brow. Leasa said, "Lets give him a

change of scene and go back to the ambulatory restraint." Susan stood ready

with the straitjacket while Leasa undid the leather cuffs one at a time and

assisted

Michael's stiff arms back into the restraint contrivance. Michael sat still

while Susan secured the straps and his arms in the straitjacket and then

had him stand to adjust the crotch strap. Then the trio traveled back down

the hallway to the padded cell and Michael was once again placed inside.

"Don't see any need for the ankle cuffs right now," Leasa said. "Me

neither," responded Susan.

Michael walked around the cell working out the stiffness in his body and

enjoying the first relative freedom he'd had in over twenty hours. Susan

hadn't secured the straitjacket nearly as tight as Leasa had bound him the

evening before, and he could even move his arms a bit in the long sleeves.

An hour or so later, Leasa opened the door to his padded cell and stepped

inside. She had shed her warmup pants to reveal that her outfit was a one

piece long sleeved spandex unitard with stirrup feet. Michael unconsciously

retreated as she approached. "What's wrong little patient? You're not

scared of Nurse Leasa are you?" She grabbed him, pushed him back to fall on

the soft foam floor with a Wumpf! and straddled him. He could see her work

apart a split crotch on her bodysuit and as she sat across his face. "I

usually finish my workout with a few miles on the stationary bike, but you

look like something more invigorating to ride. Now, get to work!" Michael

complied and began licking and sucking her sex as best he could as her wet

pussy smothered his face. After two forceful orgasms, Leasa rolled off

Michael and lay beside him on the cool foam padding.

After catching her breath she grazed the tip of his stiff organ protruding

through the scrub pants below the bottom of the straitjacket. "You seem to

be suffering from considerable stress here. Would you like to have your

Nurse provide some relief?" Michael nodded yes. "I'm listening. Are you

ready to beg yet?", she queried. Michael in his hours left pondering his

situation had decided not to give Leasa the satisfaction of totally

humiliating himself before her and turned his face away in silence. With

obvious irritation, Leasa roughly rolled him over and sat astride him and

tugged the straps holding the jacket and sleeves as tight as possible, and

then tightened the crotch strap squeezing

Michael's tender genitals uncomfortably. "I'll have to talk to Nurse Susan

about keeping your restraints properly adjusted", she stated. "Since you're

apparently refusing the therapy I've offered, you can spend the rest of the

afternoon like this." Nurse Susan will checking on you. You might as well

get some rest. After she has gone, I'll have you to myself for the evening.

I think a session in the hydro suite may improve your attitude.", she said

ominously as she exited the padded cell.

Michael laid there tightly wrapped in the straitjacket wondering what

Leasa had in store for him in the "hydro suite", whatever the hell that

was.

The hours of the day dragged by, interrupted only twice by Susan who

entered the padded cell to check his straitjacket and offer him some water

from a squeeze bottle. Before she left the second time she pleaded with

him, "Michael, I really think its silly for you to spend your time hogtied

in this straitjacket.

If you will just agree to the meds, we can release you except the lightest

restraint. Nurse Leasa got a PRN order for full restraints for the weekend

since a doctor won't be available to check you till Monday, and we will

have to keep you tied up until you ask for a sedative." Still no response

from Michael.

"Well, I'm leaving and will be off until tomorrow and Leasa will be here

alone until Nurse Monica arrives at 10:00 o'clock, so that will be your

next chance if you change your mind." Then she quietly let herself out of

the padded room and secured the door. An hour or so later Leasa opened the

door and directed Michael to exit his padded cell. She was once again

dressed in her pink scrub suit, waiting with a wheel chair which she helped

him into. She wheeled him silently down the hall to the elevator, and then

inserting a key in the control panel started the elevator down to another

level. As the door opened, Michael saw a glassed in gym area on one side of

the hall, and two heavy steel doors on the other. Leasa unlocked the first

steel door and turned on the lights. Michael saw what could be a small

dressing room equipped with a toilet and shower, and thought what a relief

a long hot shower would be. In the center of the room was a long table

constructed of a long metal rectangular frame covered with canvas something

like a camping cot. She released him from the straitjacket had him strip

and lay back on the support frame. She proceeded to secure heavy leather

cuffs around each wrist and ankle and snugly attached these to the corners

of the frame. She then rolled the stretcher frame holding Michael through a

swinging door into a larger tile lined room containing a number of large

metal hydro tanks, like large rectangular bathtubs of stainless steel. The

stretcher frame was built to roll over the top of the tank and mechanical

hoist equipment allowed her to lower the canvas support frame with Michael

attached into the

tank where he rested a few inches into the pleasantly warm water.

Leasa then stripped off her scrub uniform to reveal a sexy black spandex

tank leotard styled swimsuit. Leasa proceeded to scrub Michael all over,

except his rock hard penis, with a soft sponge and a body shampoo liquid.

Once fully lathered and scrubbed, she raised the support frame a few inches

above the water and turned a powerful hand held shower spray on Michael.

The stinging shower was moderately cold water, not painful, but not very

comfortable either. She hosed him thoroughly and ended with a long blast of

even colder water on his poor prick causing it to finally shrivel from the

exposure. "Nothing like a cold shower to deal with the hornies!", she

grinned. "But of course you must not be very interested in sex judging from

your lack of interest earlier today", she added, as she left him lying

there to drip dry. "You not going to hear me beg yet if that's what you

mean", muttered Michael mustering all his defiance.

"We'll see", Leasa responded with cool indifference as she walked from the

room.

Synopsis: Michael always had fantasies in the dominance and submission with her nurse girl friend. She figured that out and committed him into the hospital she's working. Her nurse friends came to help and the situation was a little bit out of her hand.
ENGAGED AND COMMITTED
ENGAGED AND COMMITTED

CHAPTER ONE

Michael's thoughts this Bank Holiday weekend were of his fiancée, Leasa, as
he pulled into the drive of her house. He knew he was lucky. She was a 28
year old knockout -- tall, athletic, full figured with blue eyes and honey
blond hair falling just past her shoulders. Leasa was a very professional
senior staff nurse at the Windsor Institute, a highly regarded psychiatric
hospital and alcohol/drug treatment facility located in a remote area
outside of town. Leasa was always serious about her work and its
importance, although Michael generally understood the clientele to largely
consist of teenagers committed by their rich parents unable to deal with
them. Each year at this time the hospital closed for two weeks to allow for
staff vacations and training, and Michael and Leasa had planned for a three
day trip on this weekend to celebrate their recent engagement, but Leasa
had called that afternoon with a change in plans. She explained that a few
very high pay patients had made arrangements to stay over for some extra
days until their parents could pick them up to go straight to boarding
schools. Leasa said that she was being left in charge of the place for this
purpose with a few other staff members while all the doctors,
administrative staff and most of the nurses went to their seminars, etc.
She promised that she would just have to stay in town to be on call and
that they could still spend their celebration vacation at her house and she
would make it special. Michael acted disappointed as best he could, with
the secret satisfaction that the change in plans left just that much more
time for bedroom activities.

Michael let himself in Leasa's house to find it empty but with a message on
Leasa's machine to call her at the hospital. Leasa herself answered and
sheepishly said, "I've got to stand you up for the weekend because of
another development. One of my nurses went home sick with the flu and I
have to stay over this weekend." But she quickly added, "You could come out
and we can go to dinner when the night nurse arrives." Michael dutifully
agreed and departed on the 20 minute drive out to the hospital, all the way
inwardly groaning in frustration.

Shortly after dark he arrived at the long driveway to the Windsor
Institute and pulled into the parking lot. Michael had never visited Leasa
at work, but easily found his way into the dimly lit and unstaffed lobby
reception area. The multi-level hospital facility looked modern enough, but
the dark remote location of this "hospital" conjured strange thoughts in
his mind. Michael found a buzzer button near the only inside door in the
reception area. The door was a heavy steel barrier with a narrow vertical,
wire mesh glass panel down one side.

Leasa promptly appeared on the other side of the door and pressed a key
into the door which snapped open a heavy lock to admit him. Leasa embraced
Michael with a passionate kiss and hug and whispered apologies in his ear
for spoiling the weekend. Michael had always found Leasa, when dressed in
nursing uniform, strangely and profoundly provocative. He had plenty of
fantasies in the dominance and submission realm into which an authoritative
nurse played well.

Tonight was no different. Leasa was wearing a body hugging white
jumpsuit nurse uniform with white leather sneakers and had her hair back in
a high pony tail. Leasa then stated that it might be a while before they
could leave because the relief nurse was going to be late. She said, "It
might be pretty late for you to drive back to your apartment, so why don't
you just stay at my place?" She laughingly added, "I could let you stay
here, but you probably wouldn't enjoy the accommodations."

Michael quipped back "Well, I thought you had some soft rooms here."
Leasa responded with a laugh, "Well yes, but the patients staying over are
all female and we would have to lock out the different wards if a male
visitor stays overnight, and it would be like keeping you in jail." He
countered, "And you're the warden right?"

They both laughed and then Leasa offered a tour of the facility while they
waited. They proceeded down the main ward areas and Leasa showed him the
spartan patient rooms with just a hospital bed, small table and chair in
each.

Michael noticed the stout looking locks on the doors and sealed window and
noted to Leasa that her "jail" looked secure enough for teenagers. Leasa
explained,

"This is a considered a secure facility, and even the voluntary patients
can have a enforced three day detention period imposed if they try to
leave. When we go downstairs you'll see the environment is even more
strict." Leasa led him through a few more locked passage doors to an
elevator to the lower level. They stopped to check a video monitor at the
nurse's station, showing a scene of three teenage girls watching television
upstairs in their ward lounge area. "We have cameras set up throughout the
facility so we can monitor or record activity in each area or ward," Leasa
explained, flipping the controls to pan several rooms. "Don't look like
much of escape risks to me", Michael told Leasa. "No, just here for
baby-sitting", she agreed. "But we do get an occasional patient who is
difficult and that's the purpose of all the security here in the lower
level." Michael noticed that the floor was lined with heavier steel doors
with observation ports. She guided him to the end of the hallway and turned
a light control knob and opened a door to show him a padded cell.

Several inches of deep foam covered with a blue rubberized nylon material
covered all the walls, floor and inside of the door of the bare room which
measured about ten foot square. "We have two of these seclusion rooms for
violent or unpredictable patients, which allows us the maximum state
certification" she stated. "Hey a room that's a mattress", laughed Michael.

Leasa demonstrated the protective nature of the floor by plunging her foot
deep into the foam padding and said coyly, "Is this as soft as you
thought?" "I'll be glad to try one out if you come in with me", grinned
Michael. For a split second Michael thought he detected a strange quality
that he couldn't place in Leasa's expression, before she laughed, "I don't
think I could trust you to behave."

Leasa closed the door an flicked off the light and escorted Michael back to
the nurses station to view the monitors. The night nurse had still not
arrived, and Leasa suggested, "While we are waiting, why don't you let me
give you a little checkup, since you won't ever go to the doctor?" Michael
agreed, and Leasa led him to an exam room. The table looked like an
operating table with a number of straps hanging off the sides. Michael
removed his shirt and sat on the table at Leasa's direction. Leasa checked
his pulse and attached a blood pressure cuff to his arm and took a quick
reading. She turned him and laid him back on the padded table and
re-inflated the cuff. As she released the pressure on the bulb, she toyed
with his nipples, and said "Let's see what this does". Michael squirmed
slightly in enjoying the treatment, as Leasa playfully remarked, "H'mm,
your readings show undue stress, but don't worry, we can treat you for
that." She leaned down and gave him a long deep kiss, and then drew away
suddenly.

Michael saw and felt the black band of the restraint strap trailing from
Leasa's hand across his chest and arms, but was too shocked to say or do
anything. He heard the dull click of the buckle and whir as the strap was
pulled tight lashing his upper torso to the table. Leasa quickly fastened a
second restraining strap across his abdomen tightly pinning his forearms at
his sides.

Michael was stunned and a little panicked not knowing what to expect next.
Leasa silently whisked off his shoes and pants leaving him in only his tiny
black bikini underwear, under which his erection was beginning to bulge
noticeably. Leasa calmly proceeded to strap him down further lashing a
restraint strap across his thighs and at his ankles. Michael quickly
decided rather than protest, to relax and see what Leasa had in mind, as
she had never shown any previous interest in any kinky activity. Leasa
positioned a bright exam light glaring directly into Michael's eyes and
pulled up a stool near the head of the table.

Michael's breath quickened and he felt his face growing warm as Leasa
unceremoniously plopped a small stack of magazines on his chest. A quick
look at the top cover revealed that these were from Michael's secret stock
of bondage fantasy materials. Leasa forcefully began, "I found these a
couple of weeks ago when I was cleaning up that pigsty you call your
apartment. How come you never showed these to me?" she sternly demanded.
Michael's face was now beet red from embarrassment and he was speechless.
Leasa continued her questioning, "Is this what turns you on? Are you some
kind of sicko pervert?", she continued, her voice crescendoing ever louder,
"Do you want to tie me up and hurt me--is that what gets your puny little
cock hard?" Michael could not answer and laid there with his eyes closed in
shame. "Or, Leasa quietly mused, "maybe you'd like to be tied up and
tortured--is that it Michael?", her voice returning to a gently soothing
tone.

Michael, eyes still clenched shut, nodded affirmatively. "I thought as
much, and its going to be O.K.", she gently continued, reassuringly patting
Michael on the shoulder, "and you are going to receive the proper therapy
for this, I can assure you". Then laughing, she added, "However, it may not
be anything like these stupid little fantasies", as she scooped up the
magazines and put them away.

Michael opened his eyes and looked at Leasa. He saw her warm loving
expression as she leaned over and kissed him gently. Then he witnessed her
expression harden to cool clinical demeanor, as he asked nervously, "What
are you going to do with me?" She leaned over and picked up a clipboard
chart, began writing and said, "Well, you know my friend, Marsha Redmond,
the probate judge--she's such a dear to provide us with a supply of
pre-signed commitment orders for use on weekends.

All we have to do is fill in the blanks and certify a patient for
evaluation in emergency cases without having to bother her." She continued
writing as she spoke, "Certainly is convenient, to cut through the
paperwork, and allow us to promptly get down to business." She turned the
clipboard for him to see a very official commitment order with his name
typed in, and said,
"The report indicates that you have been acting in a bizarre and erratic
manner and have trouble distinguishing reality from fantasy. And since your
fiancee who swore out the commitment petition is a personal friend of the
judge's and a trained psychiatric nurse, I certainly have no reason not to
so certify you for detention and evaluation."

Michael's mind was trying to absorb all the shock of the last few minutes,
and he began, "Leasa, I don't know about..." "PATIENT!", she snapped loudly
cutting him off, "You are to address all staff here by their professional
position, either Dr., or Nurse, or Nurse Leasa and so on. And I do not want
to hear anything out of you until and unless I ask you a specific
question."

"Now listen carefully Patient," she continued, "you are legally committed
to my care as of right now, as far as anyone is concerned. I don't know if
you can fully grasp that, but we have a few options available right now.
First you can sign yourself in as a voluntary patient which will render the
judge's order and how it was obtained academic. If you do so, you will be
under my total control for the next 72 hours, and if you please me with
your performance and you are mutually satisfied with your experience, this
chart will disappear. If you resist or fail to comply with my requirements,
I will have you sedated and transported to the state hospital for the
remainder of your evaluation period, and we won't have any future
relationship."

"Now you may speak--what do you wish done?" "I'll sign", Michael responded
weakly. Leasa then released Michael's right hand from the restraints
briefly to obtain his signature, and put the file away.

"Patient, while you are here, you will have contact with the other nurses.
You are never to speak in their presence, unless I direct you to. You will
follow all directions to the letter, and play along with anything I do, or,
and I'm really serious Michael--I'll send you to the state hospital like a
genuine case, and that will be the end of our relationship. My job and
professional license cannot be endangered by any games we play, is that
clear?" Michael nodded affirmatively. Leasa tightened a padded strap across
Michael's forehead securing his head tightly to the padded table, then
locked a padded footboard firmly in place against the soles of Michael's
feet, and finally reached under the table to work an unseen lever. Suddenly
without warning, Michael was propelled forward on the tilt table snapping
to a stop in a near vertical position. A pair of surgical scissors quickly
snipped through his underwear allowing his swollen prick to reach full
erection. Leasa slowly massaged his erection and played with his nipples as
he hung helplessly in the restraint straps tightly holding his body to the
table. Michael was enjoying his treatment immensely, as Leasa continued her
ministrations. Suddenly her right hand twisted his balls hard as she bit
down on one and sharply pinched his other nipple between her long
fingernails. Michael yelped loudly in anguish as she held him in her
painful grip for a split second longer and then released him.

Leasa stood back and looked at him. She said, "Oh, did that hurt?
Remember--72 hours in my total control. I'll hear you cry before we're done
and you'll beg for my touch, any touch", she promised. "Now, we better get
you safely tucked away before Susan arrives." She tilted the table back a
few degrees and released Michael's restraints, and helped him step down
onto the cool linoleum. She handed him a pair of hospital scrub pants to
put on, and then tossed him what Michael immediately recognized as a canvas
straitjacket.

He held the straitjacket in front of him surveying the long sleeves and
numerous of straps, as Leasa ordered, "Alright, let's get in on, its not
that commplicated." Michael responded, "Leasa, I don't know if..." "I DO KNOW,
PATIENT!", Leasa sternly snapped, taking the jacket from him. "Arms
straight out", she ordered. Michael silently complied as Leasa slipped the
long sleeves over his arm and quickly secured the straps of the
straitjacket down his back, then crossed his arms and tightened the straps
at the sleeve ends, tightly binding Michael in the restraint jacket.
"Patient", she whispered behind him, "the infractions of speaking out
without permission and failure to comply with your restraint direction will
be punished."

Leasa then silently guided Michael down the hall to the padded cell and
shoved him roughly, causing Michael to fall face first into the deep foam
padding. "Your therapy will require strict training in self control, and
your little straitjacket here should help you in that." Leasa shut the door
and the lights in the padded cell slowly dimmed to a low level.

Suddenly Michael was gripped with panic as he rolled about trying to get
upright and finally with the assistance of a corner of the padded cell and
much effort he was able to get to his feet. Michael circled the padded
cell's interior, trying the door with as much force as he could propel
himself across the foam lined room, with no avail. Then he began struggling
with the straitjacket in earnest, attempting to loosen the straps or slip
the damn thing off, but each effort only seemed to tighten the constricting
garment about him all the more. Finally exhausted from his struggles he
sank to the floor to catch his breath.

The lights suddenly snapped back on and the door eased open and Leasa
entered the padded cell, carrying a small bag. She helped him to his feet
and leaned him face first into a corner and pulled down his pants. "I've
been watching you on the monitor, and you seem agitated enough to warrant
some additional restraint, and but I've brought you a little toy will give
you something to occupy yourself.", she laughed. Michael felt Leasa's index
finger cool with lubricant invade his rectum followed by a large conical
shaped anal plug. He groaned as the plug was forced deep inside his ass.
His pants were pulled back up, and Leasa reached between his legs securing
a crotch strap to slots provided in the jacket. She tightened the crotch
strap forcing his male anatomy roughly to one side and forcing the anal
plug ever deeper in his ass. Leasa then secured his ankles in a pair of
heavy padded ankle cuffs secured by a foot long strap that would allow him
only the shortest steps while so hobbled.

"Now, anytime a nurse enters the seclusion room, for her protection, you
will be asked to move to the center of the room, face away from the door
and kneel. Why don't you practice for me?" Michael took a few tentative
steps toward the center of the padded room before he lost his balance and
went sprawling face down in the foam floor. He could hear Leasa giggling
quietly behind him at his predicament. "Well, you didn't need to go all the
way down, but that's good enough. Occasionally we have to use the stun prod
on those who won't try to cooperate. You will want to avoid that I'm sure."
Then before Michael realized it, his bondage nurse quietly exited the
seclusion room and the lights slowly faded to dim once again, leaving him
feeling alone with his thoughts and raging hard on that he was unable to
relieve.