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.
