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.
