Committed · Part 2

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duce to an ingenious treatment plan. This type of research was truly one of her favourite tasks.

After this session she led Anna back to her office, and seated herself behind her desk.

“Do sit down. Shall I ask Irina for a cup of coffee? No?”

Kovaleva leaned forward with a watchful, anticipating gaze.

“What do you think?”

“It was… impressive. Intense,” Anna said. “I keep trying to imagine what it would be like when customers, uhm, patients are committed under the supervision of the nurses here. I've seen the promotional videos of course, but to see the institute with my own eyes…”

A knock on the door, and one of the nurses primly walked in.

“Ah, Nurse Nadia, good, we were just finishing up. Will you gather the patient-candidate for his medical check-up and measuring? When you're done you may escort him to the gate.”

“The medical check-up is completely free from any obligation of course,” she told Anna, “but in case you do consider committing your husband here, we can make all the necessary preparations without the two of you having to travel all the way just for that.”

Nurse Nadia was a handsome middle-aged woman who kept her elegant silver hair in a neat bob. Like the rest of what the Directrix consequently called ‘the staff’, she wore the standard uniform. In spite of her limited length, Nurse Nadia certainly looked like a woman who did not brook being contradicted.

Were these all actresses? Models? Before their visit, Anna had thought this ‘institute’ a pure commercial undertaking where the services on offer were essentially a form of BDSM, and ‘the staff’ a cast of women simply earning well in a very specific niche, but at no point during the tour the apparent illusion of a bona fide medical facility wavered.

Those outfits… This is right up Sean's alley, this is. Hm. I wonder how I'd look dressed like that? I don't care for that cap in her hair though. So corny…

As Nurse Nadia headed towards Sean's temporary refuge, the Directrix explained that a part of the staff actually did have a medical background. Something which was, in addition to being useful in case of emergencies, also quite handy in figuring out a patient's boundaries and the prevention of injuries.

“Nurse Nadia used to be a nurse in a large hospital, but after the umpteenth administrative merger and an unending stream of ever expanding types of mandatory forms to fill out, she lost the motivation she had before. The treatment of our patients here on the other hand gives her a fulfilment she thought she'd lost forever; the administrative workload is considerably lessened too,” the Directrix grinned. “All of our nurses have their own story. Some are not quite as cheerful. What unites them is this job where their efforts most certainly are appreciated. Of course, it does help that most of our nurses rather enjoy a job where a preference for, well, the more sadistic side of sex is highly commendable.”

“But I digress. What do you think, Anna? Do you think the treatment we can offer here at the institute could benefit your husband?”

“It… it all seems so real and intense. It's not like he's actually ill or something like that…”

“I do understand your reluctance. While we are not a traditionally accredited medical facility, the sexual approach we take in our treatment definitively is aimed at helping our patients. I consider this a form of alternative medicine; a form which nevertheless is effective, if the feedback we've received from released patients is anything to go by.

“Look, your husband… sometimes a person has submissive desires – severe submissive desires – but the daily grind and stress keep them from fully admitting to these. Your answers for the questionnaire paint the picture of a person for whom an ‘exciting’ bit of sexy role-play some evening on an off-day does not excite. Someone who while capable of enjoying bondage and properly prepared kinky scenes, never really lets go; something is always bothering them. Something doesn't feel quite ‘real’ enough, or some part of their mind strays to some chore that needs doing, or a problem at work; the list goes on.”

“Really letting go, genuinely being helpless, actually being locked up… that's what's lacking.”

“And that is what we are offering. A clinic where patients can let go, completely. Where transgressions have consequences, and restrictive measures are absolute. No smartphones, no distractions, and absolutely no pretend-play.”

“Some of our returning patients have a recurring need for this ‘reset’ we provide. However, even though they know that a stay here is for their own good, and that they will have achieved a form of mental recalibration upon their release, it is quite possible that – to name but an example – the CEO of some multinational will strenuously resist the restraints, the food, the straitjacket, and the hours of enforced solitude… Every patient deals with this in their own way, but the end result is the same: they are powerless to change anything about their present situation, and eventually, acceptance comes.”

“Judging from the profile you provided me with, and the way the both of you responded to our tour, I dare venture to say that Sean would really benefit from a stay with us. Think it over at your leisure. Refer to our brochures, and do let me know if you have any questions.”

Anna let all this sink in.

“Come, I'll walk you to the gate. We'll meet Sean there soon.”

After having said goodbye – Nurse Nadia seemed satisfied with Sean's general health, and quite approving of his steel chastity cage – Anna and Sean walked to the entrance of the grounds where a taxi would be waiting to pick them up in silence. Sean was unusually quiet, appearing introspective.

“Hey, you seem disappointed.”

“It… I…”

Sean took a moment to rearrange a jumble of thoughts and impressions into some degree of coherent speech.

“No, it was… I'm deeply ashamed to admit it. All of this was much – how can I put this? – much more ‘real’ than I imagined. And… I liked it. It was highly arousing and pleasant. And… I must be crazy, but before I was released from my cell all I could do was fantasise about actually getting committed. Complete with all the necessary restrictive measures, and a treatment plan tailored to my needs. Safely put away in a straitjacket in my own suite… Damn it! This shouldn't be turning me on at all!” an agitated Sean shouted.

“Hey, it's OK. Take your time to process this. But if you don't want to raise this topic again, then that's OK too, you know? No matter what, this trip was really interesting. By the way, I have lunch.”

With a smile Anna took his hand, and together they left the institute's grounds.

From her office on the first floor, Directrix Kovaleva watched the couple leave. Anna and Sean… Three weeks, she estimated; three weeks before she would receive the application for Sean's first stay. She rarely missed the mark.

For this holiday, Sean had made a meticulously prepared itinerary focusing on romantic hotels in and around Lviv. Hotel rooms with just that added extra touch which made them suitable as a backdrop for taking saucy photos of Anna. A four-poster bed in a baroque suite, a room with a little balcony overlooking a medieval market square, and for a finale, a (long, long) night in a villa-turned-boutique-hotel with a tastefully decorated room in a former storage cellar complete with a large steel ring set into the vaulted ceiling… If Sean could indulge by undergoing an evaluation stay in Anánke, then it would be no more than fair to spoil Anna with stays in fancy hotel rooms in a city replete with culture and history. Which would benefit Sean as well of course.

The first and last hotel of their trip, however, was in Truskavets. A picturesque town renowned for its baths and wellness resorts, an hour from the institute. This was a neat, modern hotel mostly geared towards business travellers rather than tourists, but it came warmly recommended by Directrix Kovaleva due to its propensity towards discretion. An understanding with the hotel's owner, which she had engendered, provided her with a way to leave a package waiting for the couple in their room when they arrived.

“I hope the other hotel rooms you've booked are a bit more interesting than this one.” Anna joked when they had found their room. The room was neat and clean, but otherwise boring and dated.

“I'm just teasing you Sean, this will do for tonight. We're only here to handle the paperwork for your stay, and I've arranged for a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?”

“Later.”

“Before you can be committed, these forms must be signed, and we have to record a video message where we both consent to your admission and my role as your representative and decision maker. Now, the protocols of the institute we've read back home, but these essentially boil down to you being treated as a flight risk and potentially violent. As your representative, I will explicitly consent to the use of coercive measures, confinement, corrective measures, and the bland, low-stimulus diet. In summary, your perverse fantasy.”

“And just to be clear, our personal CNC-agreement further contains the following: you grant me the power to have you committed to an institute, to wit, Anánke. The duration of your stay will be decided by me. We deliberately left out any maximum duration, because you want to experience the uncertainty that entails. You accept the underlying risk, and consent that I can act in a non-consensual manner within the limits set out in this agreement.”

“Now, the evaluation stay has a duration of exactly three days and twelve hours, but should I ever have you committed as a patient under the so-called ‘full regime’, our agreement with Anánke is that I decide upon an end date beforehand, which you do not know off, and which you will not find out.”

“So, should I have you committed here for a month or two, which you would not know, and after a week you find that you've had enough, then there will be nothing you can do about that. OK? And, together with you granting me the power to be your decision maker, I could in theory have you committed for a hundred years, effectively leaving you there for the rest of your life, should I be able to raise the funds for that.”

“Fuck… Why are we doing this?”

“I agree that this is extreme, and you know I do. And no, I don't intend to do that last thing, but we've already established that you need this mindfuck. It's your trigger. Do you understand this and do you still consent?”

“Yes. Fuck, yes. It's scary and arousing at the same time, and I must be mad for wanting to do this.”

“Of course. You're quite mad, that's why I'm having you committed.”

“Very funny. You know me, what I need, and what I fantasize about. If I'm going to do something like this, it has to be intense and realistic. It just feels unreal, bizarre, extreme.”

“What I saw there certainly was extreme, and more than a match for your desires. But we won't fund a unique opportunity like this anywhere else, and… the tour and that suite test left quite an impression on you… Here, these are our lines for the video message written out. One set for you where you consent, and one for me where I accept the responsibility of being your representative. Besides, the evaluation stay only lasts three days and a bit, and we planned that for the end of our holiday. And because this concerns an evaluation stay, we are required to include an end date, and to make sure you are aware of it: August 4th, four days after the commencement of your evaluation stay according to our holiday itinerary.”

“Anyway, you're still lacking something to get you committed for more than four weeks.”

“The patient number they will assign to me, tattooed on my right upper leg. Exactly centred in the front, ten centimetre below the groin, each character 18 millimetres wide, conforming precisely to the design parameters provided. Yes, I did read that. Quite explicit and… permanent.”

“It would make a lovely present if you got that done for my next birthday, perhaps?” Anna said playfully, “But back to the video, are you ready to record?”

Together they recorded the video message for the institute. Even just reading his lines left Sean with a submissive buzz.

“That's the formalities sorted. Without these signed forms the video message isn't valid either. All that remains is to submit the forms, send the video message, and to have you actually committed, my little pervert. Are you looking forward to it?”

“I think so. So what's the surprise?”

“The rest of the package!” Anna grinned, “It has everything needed to restrain you. Your straitjacket of course, and lots and lots of other bits of leather… Directrix Kovaleva tasked me with having you try these on for size. Just to be sure. Not that there is any doubt regarding the sizing, they did take your measurements during our visit. Or have you gained weight?”

“Pff. As if.”

“I'm going to freshen up and change. The weather is beautiful, and you probably won't mind if I slip into that sexy little black dress before we go out to find a nice restaurant. Tonight we'll see if your new outfit fits; I'm sure you won't mind.”

While Anna took her time in the en suite bathroom, Sean felt the excitement for his upcoming ‘evaluation’ at Anánke rise.

It is going to be quite the challenge to keep my head focused on our holiday these coming days. Three days in the institute!

“Ready to go?”

Anna stepped out of the bathroom in her black summer dress. A tightly waisted fit-and-flare model, this strapless dress which ended quite a bit above the knee was an undisputed favourite of Sean. And provided you didn't stare at her modest bust, her nipple piercings didn't show too much. Anna had long since stopped wearing bras – a habit acquired out of laziness, but fully embraced by Sean. She wore a matching set of pumps and a medallion on a black ribbon around her bare neck; Anna was a brunette who preferably kept her hair in a short bob. Sean took advantage of the situation to embrace her from behind and plant a kiss on her neck.

“Hmm, you smell nice.”

“Did you expect me not to after having a shower? Is this smooth enough for you?” she said while she teasingly raised the hem of her dress.

“Beautiful. Lickable. Are you going to go out like that?”

“Would you rather I wear some knickers?”

“No, this seems fine,” Sean blushed.

Underneath his clothing a brave attempt at an erection underway, efficiently prevented as always by the chastity cage.

The restaurant was perfect. The hotel's receptionist knew all of the local culinary highlights, and the cosy restaurant next to the big park he recommended to them was faultless for this occasion.

It was after eleven before they got back to the hotel. Sean felt hard-pressed to keep a rein on his horniness. The package containing ‘coercive measures’ called to him.

“Before we are going to test those,” Anna nodded towards the package, “I want to see you cleaned up good. Could you undress yourself? I'll grab the handcuffs…”

Together Anna and Sean performed their monthly ritual where Anna used her key to unlock Sean's chastity cage to give his member a good cleaning in the shower. Before the cage comes off, Sean has his hands cuffed – behind his back – until after the cage has been locked in place again. This allowed Sean to wear the cage uninterrupted, excepting the occasional ritual cleaning. While the steel cage could be kept clean without taking it off, certain actions required a little bit more manoeuvrability, such as removing any hairs from the shaft. Anna performed this intimate ritual with love and dedication.

This concluded, Sean took his time to shave. For his body hair this was no longer necessary. Chest hair and pubes were, except for the occasional stray hair, long gone. Most had been removed permanently in the name of aesthetics; both Sean and Anna agreed that stainless steel simply looked better on a body without any hair marring the view. His legs, he had already depilated before the trip commenced.

After this considerable dose of personal quality time, the couple made love under the shower, where Sean's dedicated fingers and tongue drove Anna to a leg shaking orgasm.

“Did walking around with no knickers turn you on that much?” Sean asked.

Anna had slipped back into her dress and had made a start arranging the items from the package.

“You turned me on, and this lovely gear from that package… Towel yourself. I want to see what it looks like when you are, as the instructions say, ‘transport ready’. That is, with the straitjacket, and the headgear with the detachable gag and eyepieces. Oh, and the instructions are quite specific about this: ‘long term transport: incon (hv.) + pad’. So, that means this adult diaper and this extra padding? I think…”

“Mint green?”

“You would have preferred a cute print featuring princesses? This one looks seriously medical you know… Exactly your kink right?”

“It's just that that colour seems to be a recurring theme at Anánke. Uh, do we really need to use those now? I know I won't have any choice in the matter during my evaluation stay in three weeks time, if we decide to proceed according to plan, but perhaps we could try just the straitjacket for now?” Sean objected.

“Come on now, I want to see you in the complete outfit and take some photos to put on FetLife. And by the way, you're the one who wants everything to be just right. Lie down, I'll put it on you.”

Having completed this embarrassing item, the straitjacket was next. Using the measurements taken by Nurse Nadia, the quartermaster of the institute had assembled a straitjacket and headgear in his size.

“Stand over here please? I'll help you into this. My, this thing is quite heavy!”

Anna had Sean put his arms in the straitjacket, and buckled the five straps on the back.

“Right, cross your arms? Is this too tight?”

Following the checklist provided in the instructions, Anna pulled the arms back, connected them in the back using the straps on the ends of the arms, and buckled the vertical strap left dangling over his arms in front of the garment to prevent him having any unnecessary leeway. Finally, she guided the straps left hanging between Sean's legs from the front to the back, and buckled these as well.

“How does it feel?”

“Like I'm being hugged by someone who won't let go. It's heavier than I figured it would be. Yet… also really arousing.”

“I'll do the headgear and the leg cuffs next, but first…”

Sean was shocked to see Anna pull an electric hair clipper from the package.

“Hey!”

“I'm sorry, but I want you fully outfitted. That includes a #2 haircut. When you are committed this will be required regardless, as you well know, so we might as well do it now. Come on, I'll help you sit down in this chair. Besides, I've always wanted to see how you'd look with your trimmed as short as this.”

Sean too was curious, but this room had no mirrors outside of the bathroom. And even though this surrender felt exciting, Sean did quite fancy his hair. A quarter of an hour later Anna was satisfied.

“Any loose hairs itching? Hang on, I'll brush them off.”

Sean was surprised to see that the package even had a brush for this purpose included. Whatever his thoughts about Anánke, they were thorough.

“Can I see?”

“Later honey. First the rest…”

First up were the leg cuffs. One pair for the ankles, another for just above the knees.

“Using these straps, the cuffs are linked and you should be limited to taking just small steps. It prevents you from running away.”

“As if anyone would dare to while wearing a straitjacket!”

“A flight risk, and potentially violent, remember? If you felt as if you were only acting your part and could quit at any time, the treatment wouldn't work.”

“Did you get all that from those instructions?”

“I did my homework before this trip, you know, and Directrix Kovaleva instructed me as well. I'm going to check if the headgear fits, and if the eyepieces work properly. Let me know if anything pinches, irritates, or just doesn't feel right.”

The headgear was an impressive item, made from leather straps, buckles, and other assorted hardware. Sean cooperated when Anna placed the mouthpiece with the built-in ball-gag over his chin and nose. The ball-gag's ball had holes in it to allow the wearer to breath through their mouth, but outside of that allowance for comfort and safety, it filled the cavity of his mouth with an eerie precision. The placement of the holes for his nostrils and the depression for his nose were placed and sized just right, and not for the last time, Sean was impressed by the quality and bespoke sizing of the gear. Anna managed to get the headgear on correctly after a few tries. Satisfied with the result she added the eyepieces.

“How is the gag? Do you see any light around the edges of the eyepieces?”

“Hmmgnn.”

“Sorry,” Anna said while she unbuckled the straps.

“The ball-gag is fine, but the leather mouthpiece is a little tight against my nose. Can you lower it a tad?” Sean asked.

“Sure. I think I've got it right now. Wow… You really look like a mental patient ready for an emergency admission, Sean Lecter,” Anna smiled.

“Hang on, let me get the mouthpiece again… How is it?”

“This really ticks a lot of boxes frankly, but could you untie me? The beer here is great, but…”

“Why ever would I untie you? You won't have that luxury in the institute, and let's not pretend the helplessness isn't turning you on… Hold it for a bit, and if you do have a little accident, that's OK…”

“Funny.”

Anna chose to ignore Sean's protest, and switched to a more serious tone of voice.

“Hey honey, how do you feel about getting committed?”

“How would it feel when we'll be back here in three weeks? I… This feels good, arousing, very exciting… But my rational inner voice keeps coming up with arguments against this plan; it's a waste of money, it won't be as ‘real’ as I had hoped, and of course that I'm not crazy, I don't need to be committed…”

“and… I'm ashamed of this.”

“Darling… indulge yourself for a change. You work hard enough, you've earned it. And no, you are not crazy, but you are stressed out a lot and tense. Our practice of strict chastity, the freedom you grant me to go wild as a hotwife and have other men fuck me… And no, you're blushing, but it's not something you should be ashamed of, it's what you are, my sweet cuckold. This does you good, but… you are lacking something. There is this deeply submissive part of Sean which just doesn't get its fill. A part of you which occasionally needs to utterly and completely submit. It is also something I just cannot manage to give you. That really frustrates me.”

“Anánke's special therapy, a stay in the institute is precisely what you need. You're not crazy… although… with your sick perverse fantasies, you are most definitely ripe to be committed,” Anna said with a grin.

“We signed the forms, we sent the video message where you consent to non-consensual actions within the limits established, everything is ready for your evaluation stay. Do you want to call it off? That's OK too. You have to want this too.”

“No… You're right. I want to experience this. I'm just scared…”

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