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.
