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.
