VOLUNTARY COMMITAL
Edited by John Drake

  The room might have once been clinical white, now it was faded and grubby-the walls a smudged off-white mess. It was lit by a bright flickering fluorescent light that seemed to be ready to fail at any moment. A desk with two cheap chairs sat in it,the sort that wouldn't be missed if, in a fit of rage a patient smashed them. 
  A slightly taller, marginally better-constructed chair sat behind the desk, the better kept, more neat and tidy resident of the room sat upon it with a stack of papers sitting on the desk and a pen casually lying next to them. The nurse behind the desk had the higher position, metaphorically and physically.
  
  She looked down at her patient with a dismissive glance. There was a sneer on her lips and her words had a condescending tone to them, it sounded as if she had gone through this entire routine far too many times to count;
    "Sandy, you are free to leave this institution at any time. You are, after all just a voluntary patient, here for monitoring purposes at your own behest. You walked into this ward of your own accord and you signed an agreement to be here.” She smirked,  “...we didn't drag you in off the street in a burlap sack kicking and screaming.”
  The patient had dead eyes that stared across the desk, through the nurse and focused somewhere on the wall behind her. There was a twitch on her face and her eyes came into focus on the woman behind the desk.
 The nurse’s words seemed to needle the patient, who's body tensed up. She looked like she was getting ready to do something stupid and the nurse’s hand hovered over a button under the desk. 
  Her prisoner huffed then shifted about uncomfortably in the chair. Her weight shifted backwards as she slumped in the chair, she was not about to spring up to her feet. The nurse’s hand moved away from the push button, her charge unsuccessful in finding a better position. She had no outlet to vent her considerable frustration, none that would not make her current situation any worse...

  Then she looked up and the nurse and gave them a withering look. She twisted about uncomfortably in the seat but no pose seemed able to give them relief. The patient stared then spoke, her volume a little high;
    "How exactly do you figure I'm going to leave?” Her voice was full of scorn and frustration for the system that she found herself within. This particular prickly representative of the system that was now standing before her was the definition of the bureaucracy that held her captive.
  The nurse gave her a big wide blank smile, the sort you give to try and placate a complete twit. The sort of smile that didn't make things any better at all but was part of the institution’s patient handling policy. She gestured to the stack of papers on the desk;
    "Anytime you want, you can leave. Well, I suppose not quite any time but we do have these scheduled weekly sessions regarding your residency here-a little review to see how you are doing and theoretically you can choose to leave during any of them, start the ball rolling on your discharge paperwork. So we are not technically keeping you here against your will, regardless of what you might think. We are not imprisoning you inside this institution’s walls. You are our guest, or patient-we are here to help you." Her words sounded hollow, the truth being something entirely different.
  The tone of the patient’s voice rose, not hiding the frustration bubbling to the surface;
    "Do you think I can just get up and walk out the front door? Will the four inch thick security doors just open for me as if by magic if I change my mind?” She stamped her foot on the floor, the fluffy slipper she wore dissipating much of the force but still giving off a hint of her bound up rage, and punctuating her words to give them more urgency.
  The nurse suppressed a small laugh, she tried not to openly mock her patients-that was frowned upon. She stood up and dramatically pointed to the pile of papers with her open hand as if she was passing out an award;
    "Well Sandy, it’s not quite so simple. I will agree with you on that point but it’s not exactly rocket science. You just need to sign that release form, third and last page, print and sign. The one right there on this desk in front of you and you’re a free woman.” The nurse stepped around the desk and the patient almost flinched as she got closer.
  Still the patient didn't back down from the argument, her raw frustration at the asylum’s bureaucracy showing. She leaned forwards in her chair and for a moment her shoulders strained she braced herself ready to get up her feet trying to find purchase;
   “How the hell do you think that I'm going to manage that exactly?” She looked at the papers then back to the nurse, not bothering to hide the anger in her glare towards the nurse, towards the paperwork, towards the walls around her to the garments she wore, to the absolute lack of choice she had in any aspect of her life. When the lights went out, what she had for breakfast, when she was woken up-they were all decided for her.

  The nurse walked up close to her and tapped her on the forehead-the way you might tap some defective piece of electrical equipment to try and get it to start functioning again properly. She pointed back at the desk;
    "Well, there is a pen there right on the table next to the release form. You know what a pen is, it’s full of ink. All you need to do is sign the paperwork and then of course we need to have the electronic reader certify your signature against what we have on record from your initial induction to confirm your signature as authentic.”     
  The patient stared up at the ceiling and ground her teeth, she considered what she could do to the smug nurse and how much a few fleeting seconds of triumph would cost her in the long run.
She leaned forwards so that she was looking up from the chair. Her face was inches away from the nurse who smugly looked down at her. The patients words were full of bile;
   "That's a fucking classic, really funny. How the hell can I pick up the pen when my arms are in this fucking straitjacket that you make me wear twenty four hours a day! You watched and mocked me week after week as I tried to sign those papers with my teeth, with my toes trying to manoeuvre the pen around and get a grip on it with my arms tied up. You found it hilarious and you kept clapping every time I dropped the pen. The one time I managed to get a decent grip on the pen through the sleeve of the jacket and do a half way legible signature you changed the rules of the game. That was the last time you let me out of this jacket, just to put me in an even smaller fucking jacket that was custom made to be even tighter that keeps my arms folded up behind my back, it feels like this thing is trying to dislocate my arms every time I shift my body I can’t get a break for one moment any day, at all, ever!” She looked around and almost sobbed, “You even wrapped my hands up in tape and mittens underneath this thing so that there was no way I can sign my name on your fucking paperwork!”
  The nurse rudely shoved her patient back against the chair and planted a kiss on her forehead. She sat down on Sandy's lap and curled her legs round the back legs of the chair pinning her patient in place. Bound up as tightly as she was, there was pretty much nothing that she could do to resist. The nurse stroked her neck and whispered in her ear;
    "Now Sandy, you did agree to wear our standard patient attire for low security patients for the duration of your stay. If that attire is a little more restrictive than you like well, you should have read the papers you were signing. Of course, we are at liberty to enhance a patient’s attire if we feel the need during the course of your treatment, at any time.” The nurse had one hand on Sandy's neck, the other on her forehead, “Now as soon as you sign that release we can remove the standard attire, then you can change into your regular clothes and leave if that's what you want.” The nurse could feel her own body reacting to the close proximity of the tightly trussed patient beneath her, she could feel her breasts pressed against the patient, her nipples were hard and ready, scraping against the inside of her bra. The patient’s nipples were responding, pressed against the canvas. She could feel her arousal building at the patient’s helpless predicament. The bureaucratic rigmarole that she put her through was the icing on the cake!
  The nurse was pretty much grinding her body against her patient who was now wiggling and bucking, struggling with futility against the nurse and the jacket's tight embrace. The nurse pressed her lips to the patient and she tried to pull away for a second before kissing her back. She let out a moan of frustration then surrendered to the kiss. The nurse Phoebe leaned forwards wrapping her arms around the patient and the chair pushing one into the other. She pressed her lips down and squeezed tightly. After what seemed to be an age the nurse broke the kiss. Sandy didn't meet her eyes, her tone was much more polite with resignation almost washing out her desperation to escape, her speech was a quiet plea;
    "Please let me out of the jacket and I will sign the release.”

  Phoebe slowly, languidly stroked her hands along the side of her patient, her legs squeezed down firmly, hard around the woman beneath her who let a moan of frustration and desire spill from her quivering lips. She stroked her prisoner’s neck;        
    “Now Sandy, you know I can’t let you out of that jacket while your still a patient. It would be against this institution’s regulations. You have to keep wearing that cosy uniform." She looked down at her patient who blushed and looked away for a moment. The two of them could have quite a pleasant time together with the restrictions of the straitjacket. In fact, the restrictions of the restraints made some of the things that they would do together more enhanced-spurring the nurse’s desire and the patient’s submission.
 She stroked the sides of the jacket and up over Sandy's shoulders, the patient felt a twinge from her tightly trussed arms. She tried to argue for a bit of freedom despite her situation;
    “’Standard Patient Attire’, are you kidding me? I have seen the medium security patients and a high security patient, what they wear is exactly the same as the low security patients.” In the six months she had seen the green level patients like her, the amber level patients and the red level patients. They had different coding, in theory they were treated differently but they all wore the same level of sadistic restriction. It was perhaps arguably necessary for the red level patients but she had never seen them out of their restraints nor heavily supervised or suppressed.

  The amber level patients were a mixed bag. Some of them might require some level of restriction when they first arrived or when they had some sort of ‘episode’ or bad reaction. However, the institution decided to keep them all as tightly bound as the red level patients, though their level of supervision was less restrictive they were not watched like the red patients were. The green patients represented no real danger to anyone and yet they had the same sadistic overkill in their uniform restraints, the nurses didn't keep that much of an eye on the. There was perhaps one nurse for every 15-20 green patents, one nurse for every 5-6 amber patients and one nurse or two nurses to every red patient when they were let out of their cells, as rare as that was.
  Phoebe  reached down, pushing between the chair and her patient’s back, feeling her patient’s buttocks, her fingertips worked between the canvas and the round flesh. her hand tightly griped the strap wedged between Sandy's buttocks and gave it a good hard pull. Sandy moaned, wiggled and blushed, the nurse grinned;
    “Well, I will admit that from a certain point of view all patients have similar attire, but it looks oh so good on you.” Sandy blushed as the nurse gave the strap a very hard pull and kissed her on the cheek, a little peck to go with the natural blush.
  Her mind was more than a little distracted by the compliment and the pressure of the strap, yet still she found her words;
    "Nurse Phoebe, your standard attire is a straitjacket with the arms held behind the back, a rubber diaper combined with a generously sized rubber butt plug and ankle cuffs with a six inch hobble and plimsolls or slippers.” The nurse undulated her body, thrusting her hips forward while pulling on the crotch strap. 
  Sandy started to pull futilely at the bonds, holding her arms as she got more and more worked up. She was wriggling in rhythm with Phoebe as their flesh was pressed against each other. The familiar bonds strained as a layer of canvas and cotton separated them.
  The nurse started to kiss her around the collar of the jacket one kiss down on the canvas one kiss up on her flesh. Sandy was having trouble forming her words;
    "That's not the worst part, the sleeping attire is even more uncomfortable.” Unless she had a warm body slip into her cell to keep her company, it was incredibly boring to just lay there and try to get to sleep. The distinction between the one restrained and the one of them who was free seemed to melt the distinction between the one in charge and the one being cared for seemed irrelevant as they were both locked tightly in the same embrace their thoughts and bodies for a brief moment becoming one, as they were tightly pressed together.
  The nurse pulled away. She was flushed and gasping, her breathing heavy and her uniform creased and crumpled. She guided her hair back into its usual shape and her words took a moment before they would flow again;
    “Now Sandy, looking at your file-heck, looking at all the files in the entire green ward we don't get any complaints at night about the accommodation.” The sneering grin was back but there was a touch of something there-desire or compassion, understanding that showed a bond between her and the patient perhaps no more than someone would have for their favourite pet but it was still there.

  Sandy leaned forward and kissed Phoebe on her collar bone;
    "You don't get any complaints about the sleeping attire because it’s a 2-3/4 inch ball gag a rubber hood and a hog-tie loop, I literally have no ability to complain.” She kissed and nuzzled the nurse’s neck who held her closer, she still had one hand tweaking the crotch strap; 
    “You’re very fetching in your sleeping attire-all cosy, you make plenty of sounds at night and I don't recall any of them being complaints.” Sandy nuzzled her neck;   
    “Those times are the exception, not the rule. You’re not on every night shift and you don't always have spare time for us to, have a little one on one therapy… err, ‘exercise’.”
  Phoebe pulled really hard on the strap and kept the pressure on. She was squeezing and caressing her patient’s breasts through the rough canvas, the chafing material only seemed to turn the squirming patient on as she moaned loudly and kissed her captor back. The nurse pulled her legs in tighter and the two of them were pretty much grinding against each other. The nurse nibbled at her lips;
   "Sandy, you never put up a fuss at bed time." To emphasise her point she pulled the crotch strap even harder and Sandy felt herself moan and squirm as the strap sank deeper, forcing the rubber to rub her the right way and the infuriating plug to bob about inside its fleshy prison in her rear.
  The patient had anticipated such occurences before she had volunteered to join the institution’s voluntary committal program but she had not envisaged that it would be quite such an effective trap and now when she had doubts, when she wanted to get away, there was no way to escape it-not that she entirely wanted to escape. 
  It was truly a miracle at this point that she could string a sentence together, panting and moaning with hot flushes;
    “That's because these restraints are so God-damned tight! The one time I tried to act up at bedtime they chloroformed me and kept me bound with the hog-tie loop for three days straight! You know, every time that you try to get comfortable the damned thing gets tighter, after three days it’s so tight you can’t even twitch!”

  Phoebe was rubbing her legs against Sandy's. Their relationship was very odd- love and hate in one package. Sandy could both hate the bureaucracy that her nurse represented and love the time that the two of them had alone, like now. The nurse let the pressure off the crotch strap;
    "Now Sandy, despite you looking fetching in your nightwear, you’re exaggerating. It was only two and a half days we kept you like that and only a day and a half with a fully tightened loop. You did look rather spectacular like that-the way it made you thrust your tits out, they felt two sizes larger!"
  Sandy looked annoyed for a second. She still had a few thoughts firing through her head;
    “So it must have been you who spent two hours squeezing and spooning me but was it you who spent two hours ticking me while I was like that?” The nurse grinned full of sadism and lust;
    “Possibly, I know that you hate having your feet tickled but possibly I couldn't help myself. Either it was me or someone else. I know you liked it when you were sandwiched between three of us...” Sandy went red and looked like a cod fish gasping for air. Phoebe let her body relax. She swung one leg away from her charge and hopped off  her lap. 
  A panting Sandy moved forwards not to get away but to follow the nurse. The nurse grinned and spun around. She grabbed Sandy by the shoulders of her jacket and hauled her up, marching her over to the desk and put her on the edge. The nurse moved down low and Sandy bit her lip as the nurse pushed her backwards, spilling the release papers all over the floor. Sandy spread her knees as far as they would go, her bound ankles rested on the nurse’s trim waist. 
  Sandy found it hard to focus as the nurse’s hands worked between her legs but she still tried to keep up the argument;
    "You’re deliberately missing the point, nurse. These restraints are overkill for voluntary patients!"

  Phoebe tilted her head, looking down on the floor at the papers scattered down there;
    "If you don't like them, just sign that medical release. Really you’re a submissive little bondage masochist who needs to be tied up before she can orgasm." The patent blushed and moaned as her head rolled back she gasped;
    “How do you know that it’s on the file. Only the doctors have access to it and it’s just a game! I didn't actually want to be locked up like this!”
  The nurse pulled open her top and freed her breasts from her bra, She showed Sandy her pierced nipples and Sandy started to lick and suck one of them. Phoebe 
moaned; “You need to be here. This is your natural environment. Do you really want the option to sign your way out?”
  Sandy's teeth had a little too much pressure behind them, The nurse’s hand came down, slapping her on the thigh and she moaned. The nurse ran her hand over the reddening section of curved flesh almost tenderly then gave another harder blow with a wide loud slap. 
  Sandy let out a low, encouraging moan as if she wanted the nurse to treat her even more roughly. The nurse obliged. Sandy kept moaning and squirming as her flesh got warmer and warmer under Phoebe’s hand. Eventually, her captor stopped for a moment and Sandy caught her breath, finally able to answer the woman’s last point whilst wiggling around on the desk pulling at her arms, "How… h-how am I meant to do it with my arms folded behind me like this?”

  Her Jailer grinned, looking down at Sandy. She wiggled her way forwards crawling across the desk until she was already positioned above the patient’s face. She pulled her sopping wet underwear to one side and descended onto Sandy, trapping her face between her thighs;
    "That's not my problem. We give you the option to discharge yourself and you have not taken it. Your next review session will be in a week’s time!" Sandy was eagerly licking away and the nurse was not able to get any more words out of her mouth as she began to pant and gasp and grind the bound patient beneath her into the desk she had one hand on Sandy's hair and the other twisting her own nipples she found herself spasming in a very satisfactory orgasm as she clamped her hands over her mouth to dull the noise so as not to alert other members of staff.
  Phoebe was left gasping, panting, legs a bit weak and slowly pulled away from the patient. She bent down and kissed her on the lips. The dominant woman gently, carefully pulled her up into a sitting position and she hugged her without reserve-a genuine emotion.
  The two of them just remained there, the captor’s hands were just there to comfort and hold her. Sandy's head leaned against the nurse’s and they were there for one un-broken moment that lasted until the patient moved. Phoebe rubbed her patient’s shoulders through the jacket then her temples. She retrieved some wet wipes from a desk draw and cleaned her patient up, geting out a drink of some sort, full of glucose and energy and whatnot the patient eagerly drank it and looked a bit better.
  It was hard to tell how much of this was a game between the two of them and how much of it was genuine. They both liked to play their roles-the dominant medical professional taking no nonsense from the patients under their care. The reluctant patient who was forced to submit, to serve. Another to be held against her will in tight unyielding bondage, they were both limited by their role and both felt some comfort from it. They had a mask that was worn showing a particular visage to the rest of the institution but they were also trapped in what was their role, what they could and couldn't do.

  Sandy thought of the old adage Be Careful What You Wish For You Just Might Get It. She had thought that this was what she wanted for a few weeks or a month or more but she was trapped in this place, she was not going to get out! She looked with as much honesty and sincerity as she could muster at Phoebe letting some of the real deep worries and anxieties show. She was starting to get really desperate-she could only play this game for so long;
    "You have kept me here over six months! There must be some point when you will let me go?” The nurse looked at her eyes, the rest of her face-this wasn't some sort of play or joke. She stared deep and saw that this was getting far less enjoyable for her patient. She looked away.
  She took a deep breath and looked back at Sandy and didn't speak. She looked up at her forehead then their eyes slowly met and she started talking in a voice that didn't sound like a schlock nurse Ratchet;
    "Well, with your current medical insurance plan, we can keep treating you for another 10 years before the funding runs out.” Sandy looked like she had swallowed a rat and was about to choke. Phoebe shrugged, “Well, as time goes by I can make your attire stricter and stricter so that someone has to look after you all the time, that would really burn through the money fast.”

  Her patient blinked still disbelieving her;
    “You have to be joking, right! You have to be Joking?” The nurse shook her head; 
    “No I am completely serious about this one.” The patient looked disappointed, 
    “You really can’t let me sign those papers can you?” The nurse looked around the room. She pulled out a small radio and set the volume up really high. She moved her patient in the room to the other end from the radio, she whispered in her ear;
    “If I let you check-out, I check myself in as your replacement. I like you Sandy but not that much!” Sandy looked around the room, expecting some sort of listening device in the ceiling or some such. Just because she couldn't see it there didn't mean that it was not there. She had to take what Phoebe said as being serious given the context. 
  The radio was packed up. Sandy blinked. She realised that a tear had rolled down her cheek and went on her knees in front of the nurse begging;
    “Goddamit, let me out-find a way! I am fed up using a diaper, I am fed up having my arms strapped up like this, I don't want to eat my food out of a plastic dog bowl off the floor for another decade!”   
  The nurse ruffled her hair then grabbed her by the shoulder and started to drag her to her feet. She dusted her off and pulled her up so that she was standing up straight, looking at her thoughtfully;
    “The only way I can help you is to make your restraints so bad you need round the clock care. That might burn through your funding in three or four months, that is the best offer you’re going to get.

  Sandy sagged in her current restrictive attire, the idea that more would be added onto it both frightened and excited her. She could feel a nervous rumbling in her stomach and a faint sensation of apprehension at the back of her head. There was also a rather warm feeling between her legs and the stiffening of her nipples. Phoebe rummaged in a desk draw and pulled out a pen and a clip board, she looked all business for just a moment;
    “Now, let’s move onto your physiotherapy. A normal woman of your age would make much better progress in standard physical testing”.
  Sandy playfully tugged at her jacket;
   “Yes, obviously as she wouldn't be hobbled like this, it’s ridiculous, you can’t compare me to a perfectly healthy average woman, unless she was also wearing this restrictive jacket!” Phoebe smiled as the patient squirmed in her restraints, she did look so very good in the tight jacket. and on that logic she was going to look even better once the nurse had gone through this process and found her something even more restrictive to wear.
  She made sure to mark Sandy down very heavily on her assessment of her performance, she wondered did it count as a review or a re-evaluation? The nurse put down her pencil and one of her hands cupped Sandy's buttocks. She squirmed around and tried not to moan. Phoebe gave her crotch strap a tight tug and the patient failed to hold her moan in. Sandy looked on wide eyed as the nurse went back to her evaluation. She held the form up and as Sandy started to read it Phoebe explained;
    “I just run your performance against my test data, I didn't compile it.”
  Though scoring poorly in this exercise would actually benefit her more in the long run, Sandy still felt that she needed to justify herself and argue against the results. As counterproductive as it was to set her case of why it was unfair to be labelled this way, she had tried genuinely hard on that exercise;
     “Isn't it obvious that there is no possible way I could keep up with that pace?” Phoebe hit her on the head with the flat of the board, not with enough force to cause any distress but as a mild reprimand to her patient.
  Sandy feigned mock pain for a second then moved up to the nurse and rubbed herself against her side like a cat. The nurse spoke with a hint of naughtiness in her voice;
     “You still failed the test and as a result you need to be punished. We have these heelless ball shoes that stop someone being able to kick or use their feet effectively it makes a patient a little comical really you just earned yourself a pair as well as some shackles at ankle, knee and thigh. Yes, I think that will help keep you out of trouble.”   
  Sandy was picturing them, they were like ballet heel boots but they ended in a spongy ball and they were pretty much going to stop her being able to do anything, She flushed, then she imagined the shackles gripping tightly around her legs. leaving her helpless and vulnerable and ready for a certain nurse to exploit.

  Sandy thought of something further to justify her predicament;
    “I also failed a written test where you wouldn't unstrap my arms to let me write anything!” Phoebe clicked her fingertips and grinned seductively;  
    “You remember I offered to fill it in for you, if you dictated the answers to me.”     
  The patient grinned and remembered the reason for her poor performance at that test;  
    “You kept me between your legs licking away the whole test! You didn't hear half my answers and I didn't hear half the questions, so I guess the score was really bad!”   
  The nurse was staring at Sandy's tight heaving chest constrained by all that tight canvas and straps that she was futilely struggling against. Sandy was looking down at Phoebe’s silky stockings imaging herself trapped between them again.
  The two of them were mere inches away from each other. They were about ready to break down into another verbal sparring match or rolling around on the floor kissing and cuddling it was hard to tell where exactly it was going to lead...
  The patient chose to push her position and with a bratty tone berated her nurse again.   
    “-and then there was the time when I did have the oral test,” She faltered, “...not that sort of oral-the general reasoning exam! You gagged me with your hiking socks, so the answers were all garbled-you could have at least washed your socks!” 
  Then Phoebe decided to shut her patient up again but not with more undergarments they were kissing which reduced the volume from Sandy considerably.
  The nurse moved her out of the way and continued to adjust the form on the clip-board. The patient provided no further commentary and watched for a few minutes. The nurse put the clip board down and turned to her ordinance. She poured seductive naughty inclinations into her voice a sultry tone; 
    “That is not my problem if your attire interferers with your scoring capacity. I am going to have to punish you some more, I think you’re going to be sleeping in a hog-tie sack with a three inch ball gag, the double hood and a pair of my panties to chew on. Also, you have been such a naughty girl that I'm going to get you a nice constantly vibrating butt-plug for you to ware every day. it’s going to be set two low for you to cum. Of course, I'm going to lock you up in a chastity belt, I will set it up where only I will have the key, so I suppose you’re going to have more of my personal supervision.”

  A startled look spread across Sandy's face. There was a twitch in her eyes and one corner of her mouth seemed to be trying at the same time to curl up and down she was not sure what exactly to do how to react to the unfolding situation. Phoebe got closer and hugged her from behind;
    “You’re looking confused. Are you more turned on at the thought of being tied up more tightly or scared?” Sandy looked down at the floor nervously then raised her eyes to about the level of the nurse’s neck. Her words were hesitant;
    “I’m not sure yet.” She leaned into the nurse and slowly her breathing settled.
  Confident that she was doing the right thing, the nurse’s voice was commanding;   
    “Wait here while I go to the stores.” Sandy obediently sat down and waited for Phoebe to get back. She looked around the room. Other than the pages of her release scattered on the floor it was rather ordinary. She looked up and started to count the ceiling tiles. She sighed. At least when she was fitted with the vibrating plug and the belt to keep it inside of her she would not be lonely. She was also not sure that she would be sane in two month’s time but then she wasn't exactly the picture of sanity now at the moment having an affair with a nurse. She hadn't been the model of sanity when she had signed herself into this institution, already knowing what it was like.
  She viewed the release papers in a different light. If one of the staff ended up replacing any patient that managed to sign themselves out then they had a reason to be as strict as they were. Sandy was pulled away from her thoughts as the door opened up. The nurse had come back to the room with more restraints-lots more restraints, including some boots that would be utterly impossible to walk in a very large bundle of gagging material and several hoods. Sandy found her jaw hanging open she just managed to shut it before she was drooling on the floor. She was definitely more turned on than terrified.

  The nurse placed the restraints down on the table and Sandy tiptoed over. She still tried for humour at a time like this;
    She swallowed at the sight of her new restraints; "That doesn't look very comfortable... ”! The nurse grinned and tutted at her; 
    “You want comfortable? You could be comfortable for the next ten years.”
 That made Sandy flinch. she genuinely thought about her predicament for a moment;     
    “No. I think I’ll have a few months of suffering to get out of here as quickly as possible...”
  When she had finished the tightening process Phoebe was sure that she would be able to get both hands around Sandy's waist comfortably. Sandy was very red in the face, turned on and short of breath-panting for more than one reason.   
  The nurse patted her on the bottom, then ran her hands over Sandy's sides appreciating her new more dramatic curves;
     “Ok, but when you do get out, the two of us have to hook up. There is a little club called The Knotted Butterfly. We’ll celebrate your release, there!”
  Sandy shook her head. Dispelling the glazed look, she asked;
     “It’s a Bondage club right?”  
  Phoebe grinned, patting her on the bottom, “Oh yes...”
    “Okay but you tying me up.” Sandy told her matter of fact, so to celebrate escaping from her long term bondage she was going to let someone tie her up. What a brilliant plan! Six months trapped inside this institution had not helped curve her impulsive behaviour. The nurse grabbed the next piece of restraint;
      “Deal.” Phoebe started to fit more of the restraints. She was particularly going to enjoy fitting the vibrating butt-plug and chastity belt to this precious little bundle of submissively kinky bondage fun.

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