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BDSM / FETISH FEMDOM EROTICA
HOSPITAL DOMINATION CH4
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.