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.