Committed · Part 4

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mind in the least. He let himself get rinsed down and dried himself with the towel handed to him.

Sean inquisitively looked up to where his tether ended. It would seem that as long as he followed the lines marked out on the floor, the spherical end way out of his reach above his head would smoothly follow along through the guides placed along the high ceiling. Should any desperate patient choose to use the relative physical freedom of the fitness training to try to escape, the nurses could simply step out of the reach of the tether while they waited for backup.

Are there patients that would try to escape? You wouldn't have the slightest chance… What would make someone so desperate? Would they break down during the early days of their stay, or when they find themselves already committed for so long that they start to wonder about the actual intentions of their decision maker?

Sean's training session proved diverse. Training plans were drafted and executed by Nurse Evgeniya; an athletic brunette with a brisk manner about her dressed in a tracksuit – Oh sure, mint green again… Sean thought – and sporting a fringe. With the electroshock device-wielding nurse observing from the back of the room, Nurse Evgeniya put Sean to work on the various devices. Soon, Sean found himself sweating profusely, but he was under the distinct impression that Evgeniya purposely wasn't pushing her new patient to his limits. Sean felt as if he was being observed by some predator, one taking its time to figure out the weaknesses of the hapless gazelle or antelope – But not a gnu, Sean thought, I do have some measure of self-respect. He fully expected that successive sessions would entail him slowly being pushed to his limits, with a keen plan ready to go beyond them.

Finally achieve that six-pack? Higher stamina? Lose weight? Get yourself committed to Anánke! In any case, physically I'm certainly kept in peak condition.

As far as Nurse Evgeniya was concerned, ‘language barriers’ simply did not exist. Instructions and corrections were raised in rapid-fire Ukrainian, and where that failed the short riding crop she had adopted as the symbol of her office provided the necessary impromptu translation. After this first session, Sean was grateful to find himself lying exhausted in his cell.

These sportive sessions made Sean feel even more at home in his cell. Relaxed. The unpredictable timing of the limited range of events (sleeping, eating, exercising) did however prevent him from gaining a sense of control. Sean did have an inkling that this was quite deliberate, that his daily schedule was meticulously planned, and that he was constantly observed – his daily schedule adjusted if deemed necessary. But as his stay lengthened Sean knew he could manage. Three days was manageable, surely?

In the days that followed, events started to run together in Sean's experience. From time to time, he would sit for hours in a corner of his cell, deeply withdrawn into himself. At night – or was it even at night? – he would be restrained in his bed for his sleep. During the second time, the nurses judged him entirely too restless, and before he could take note he was again administered a sedative. Feeding time came and went, unvaryingly replete with the undoubtedly wholesome and healthy, yet utterly bland porridge accompanied by plenty of (almost certainly fortified) water. By now, Sean would have given anything to be allowed something as commonplace as drinking a cup of coffee – or even just to savour its aroma – but for now Sean resigned himself to a fully acceptant state of simply ‘being’. It wouldn't be for too long after all.

During his third night, Sean awoke abruptly. He felt someone fiddling with his restraints. Was something wrong? Before he could adequately process this sensation he simply froze in panic until his blindfold was removed and a taciturn and calm nurse helped him into a seated position. His body protested that what it considered a full night's sleep had not yet been achieved by quite a bit. The following routine proceeded as usual: in record time Sean stood ready in his straitjacket. As the institute's staff observed Sean's gradual adjustment into the institutional customs and procedures, so too did their unvoiced demands for his cooperation become more expected. The nurses performed their tasks with a prompt efficiency which deeply impressed Sean, and he had to shift quickly from drowsiness to obediently walking where he was directed to go.

Even though time within the walls of Anánke had proved fluid in Sean's experience, the abandoned hallways he was moved along now held a distinctly nightly atmosphere. At a small vestibule, Nurse Alina was waiting for Sean. She removed his headgear and offered a drink of water. Not from a glass (Sean would have been surprised if that had happened at this point), but from a bottle with the type of nipple usually used for calves. Later, Sean realised that this already felt completely natural. The chain between Sean's ankle cuffs was locked to a ring set in the floor, and he was stripped of the rest of his outfit. On a low wooden bench the snaffle bit he knew from his fitness training sessions was laid out.

So… exercise? But what on earth are those other things?

Nurse Alina and one of the nurses who escorted him here were each holding an object which seemed to consist of two oval leather panels sewn together with an opening on one the short edges. These they placed over Sean's hands, locking them in place with a leather strap. Sean realised that these ‘mittens’ granted him the freedom to move his arms without being able to use his fingers as well – not even to make a fist. The snaffle bit was next, and Sean even felt a small measure of pride as he now managed to accept the intruder with no gagging or discomfort.

The collar he was now fitted with, however, shocked him – figuratively speaking that is. When Nurse Alina bent down to pick it up, Sean had already noted the two metal pins protruding from the leather, and as Alina buckled the collar around his neck Sean was acutely aware that the two cold metal pressing into his throat were there to shock him – quite literally. As the other nurse unbuckled his ankle cuffs, Sean correctly guessed that the purpose of this collar was motivation. However, his thoughts on this topic were interrupted as the outer door was opened, and Sean was assaulted by a multitude of impressions. The smell and the subdued light of the tail end of a night just before sunrise, a pleasant cool breeze felt on his naked skin, the sound of the wind playing through the treetops in the forest surrounding the institute, and the sight of the courtyard. Sean was allowed outside.

Sean never expected this mundane occurrence to cause such an emotional upheaval. He noted that he felt intensely grateful to be allowed to experience this. After days of confinement, this felt like an undeserved amount of freedom – a realisation which upset Sean a little. If Sean had any choice in the matter he would have wandered around in a daze, enjoying every little sensation, but this was obviously not the goal of this excursion. He was escorted outside, where Alina took up her position next to one of the many yellow posts placed at regular intervals along the lawn in the courtyard. She pointed to the remote control she held, which had a row of five buttons. She briefly pressed the topmost button.

Tkk!

Sean did not need this demonstration to understand that this was the remote control for the shock collar he was wearing, and he knew what was coming even before the nurse pressed the button. Even so, the shock managed to, well, shock him. Alina supplemented this demonstration with the briefest of explanations, which amounted to the expectation that Sean would run his rounds, with a Tkk! meaning ‘go on for another lap’ and TKKK! simply meaning ‘faster!’. Despite not receiving an overt explanation for the rest of the buttons, Sean needed little imagination to judge these to be reserved for increasingly empathic feedback regarding his performance.

Sean decided not to await being shocked into action, and headed out onto the marked track in the direction indicated by Nurse Alina. Running barefoot took some adjusting to, but the springy surface was forgiving, and the predawn weather pleasant. When Sean was eventually directed back inside after a strenuous exercise, he felt sated and deeply impressed with the beauty of the world when you are active outside.

Sean was washed and fed, but this all seemed to escape Sean who was passively gazing nowhere in particular while he was cared for. This lasted until he found himself back in his cell, where the carefully constructed wall he had put in front of his emotions came tumbling down, and the tears fell freely. Sean understood only too well that today's little excursion was a privilege for well-behaved patients. It also drove home the point that freedom was something he did not have here, and that being tantalisingly allowed to only just taste that freedom was an even greater torture than not experiencing that at all. It filled him with an intense desire for being outside, for freedom, for… Anna.

Knowing that he was here restrained in a straitjacket with her full consent – that she actually wanted him here like this – pushed him into a deep state of subspace of a kind he had never before attained.

During one of the feeding moments (Sean no longer held any illusions regarding his ability to tell time correctly), the Directrix used the announcement system. “Patient F408 to the visitation room, transport ready, ear plugs too.” Sean was shocked wide alert. Was it Wednesday noon already? So it must be the end of the evaluation stay.

“Anna!”

The unbidden word had escaped his lips before he could control himself. Sean's face turned beet red from shame. Surely not a transgression in the final moments of his stay!

Nurse Alina brushed away some food from around Sean's lips and gave him a pitying look. “Come, you have a visitor F408, but you heard it; first we'll have to see the quartermaster.” Alina escorted Sean to the tack room. Nurse Valeriya was on duty, and had already laid out fresh incontinence materials. “Transport ready with ear plugs? How unusual…” she said to Alina, but in gleefully surprised looks a different message appeared to be hidden, as she busied about changing Sean's diaper. It took just a short while to have Sean strapped in again – this time the goal was to not just leave him dumb and blind, but effectively deaf as well – while Alina lent a hand with the eyepieces.

The addition of the noise-cancelling in-ear monitors came as a surprise to Sean as well, and this intermediate stop and the attention paid to him by Valeriya and Alina left him with mixed feelings. Just a few hours away from unfettered enjoyment of all those romantic hotels he picked with Anna, delicious food – real food! –, wine, beer, and… her body, touching her, smelling her, tasting her… But as Alina tightened the strap for the eyepieces, another emotion arose. Sean was getting turned on by the fact that Anna would see him like this again. A helpless patient committed to the institute with her consent.

Despite (or rather because of) the beckoning freedom being made ‘transport ready’ made quite an impact. The straitjacket, the headgear, the straps immobilising in the wheelchair; the sum of these restraints added up to feeling obscenely liberating, having no other duties whatsoever but to be patient F408.

Alina pushed Sean to the visitation room, and placed him in the middle of the room with his back towards the door. Then she left him. Sean expected to find Anna waiting here already, ready to relieve him of his bounds, but apparently his ‘visitor’ wasn't available just yet. Only after half an hour had passed did Sean start to feel he was being watched; judged. After a few more minutes of rising tension, the eyepieces and in-ear monitors were finally removed. “Hi honey,” Sean heard Anna say from behind his wheelchair, but she remained tantalizingly out of sight. “Hmmnmmh…” Sean returned as greeting through the ball-gag still keeping him from forming any kind of coherent speech. Why didn't she unbuckle that as well?

“You really fit in well here, don't you?” Anna had approached the wheelchair from behind and slid her hands along Sean's arms. The mere sight of her painted nails caused a shudder of desire in his body. Anna bent forward and rested her chin on his head. Sean was trembling with desire now being able to detect her scent and feeling his Anna's touch. Slowly she moved a hand downwards until she let it rest on his crotch.

“Are you seriously straining your chastity cage with an attempt at getting erect while you sit there strapped in a wheelchair?”

“Hnnngg!”

Filled with shame, Sean let himself get carried away in a maelstrom of frustration and desire. The leather straps restraining him felt even more present and unyielding than ever before.

“Hey… How are you feeling? I've just been reviewing your evaluation stay with Directrix Kovaleva, she was quite satisfied with your progression; excepting that one little outburst half an hour ago. In fact, you've passed your evaluation with flying colours. As far as she's concerned, you are deemed suitable for a proper stay. In your case she most emphatically recommends it even.”

The very notion of getting committed to the institute for a longer period of time was dreadful and arousing at the same time. Would it be possible to stay here next season for a short while? But to get committed without the safety net of the evaluation stay… Not to mention the risk of ending up in solitary confinement. Sean would have to think this over very carefully.

“Oh yes… This feels so right… Honey? I'm going to give you a wonderful gift. I know you, and I can tell you are aching to be released so you can fondle me, kiss me… Five seconds of that, and you'll have your hand down my knickers, and trust me, I am really quite turned on right now, and wet down there. And then we'll go back to the hotel where you'll shove me onto the bed and give me the best cunnilingus ever…”

“However…”

Anna now stepped around the wheelchair into Sean's view. Desire was replaced by confusion in a split second when he caught sight of her outfit. Anna was wearing the uniform of a nurse of Anánke. Anna placed her hands on the unused armrests of the wheelchair, and bent forward.

“However, I also know that a teeny little sick voice in your head is saying that you want more. That the evaluation stay was good and all, but that you need the real deal.”

“Well, here's the thing. During your intake, I was declared your decision maker. Should I have any doubts about your well-being during the evaluation stay, I would be able to get you released, no questions asked.”

“During a regular stay, I cannot do this: once committed, you will not be released until the end date specified. Now after a successfully passed evaluation stay, your stay is automatically commuted to a regular stay if the decision makers consents to that. Well, you know all this, you literally confirmed that in the video message.”

“So, you did pass the evaluation, and you are now ready to be committed until the end date on the forms we submitted. And… That still says August 4th; today that's… in three weeks time exactly.

Sean looked up at Anna and saw that she was dead serious. In the pit of his stomach he experienced that unique feeling you get when the carts reach the top of the rollercoaster right before they start down on their unavoidable descent. This was a dream, or a nightmare.

“I've just consented to your extended stay in principle, but that is pending your input. Directrix Kovaleva told me that some of the representatives use this moment to confer with the patient. Others… others prefer to just use this moment to say goodbye for a little while.”

“It's up to the representative in the end. I could remove your mouthpiece to ask for your opinion, but that is not what you really want. Deep inside your mind, a part of you accepts that you don't want to be able to choose at all, and I would just ruin the experience for you if I did give you the means to speak up. So…”

“Uhm, I have decided that you are staying here, committed to the institute under the full regime.”

“Hey, don't worry about the money. You worked really hard on perfectly arranging this awesome cultural holiday for two; Lars actually got a bit jealous when I told him of our plans. Now Lars of course is rich enough to have his pick amongst any litter of young beautiful models, but apparently it's genuinely quite hard to find one who doesn't think that Verdi and Tchaikovsky refer to takeaway coffee and crystal jewellery… So, he proposed to simply take your place, and be my chaperone for the coming three weeks. Why waste a great holiday? He insisted on footing the bill for your stay at Anánke in return. Well that… and of course to use me as his willing fuck toy.”

“Every. Single. Day.” she whispered teasingly in Sean's ear, and she took a moment to let the message sink in.

“So, as you can tell from this borrowed outfit, I get to return you to the ward, but… Honey? When you called my name you did commit a transgression and… Well, that happened just as your evaluation stay had formally ended. I was in the office of the Directrix, and I had just signed the forms for your regular stay. What that means is… Well, you transgressed under the rules of the full regime.”

“And uhm… Well, there is the sanctioned consequence, you are to be confined to solitary for 24 hours.”

The intense emotions triggered by this proved too much for Sean. Moaning he genuinely tried to escape from his bondage, but it was of no use. Anna smiled at him and stroked his cheek.

“Go on honey, let yourself go. There is no need to restrain yourself here. Not for my sake, not for the nurses' sake. I'm going to put the blindfold back now, so… Look at me…”

With a handkerchief she lovingly dabbed at a few tears on Sean's cheeks before she buckled the eyepieces back in place.

“There you go honey, I'm so proud of you.”

Anna released the brakes of the wheelchair and pushed her husband out of the visitation room. The hardest part was over. Did she make the right call? It did feel good to finally be able to grant him such an extreme experience, and… honestly, it really turned her on.

Out in the corridor, Directrix Kovaleva waited for her to escort the ‘temporary hire’ to the solitary confinement cells. With every step Anna took, Sean's resistance weakened, along with a growing disbelief, until they reached the confinement cell.

“You will stick with your decision Anna?” the Directrix asked as Nurse Nadia laid out the special Bluetooth in-ear monitors.

“Yes. I am having my husband committed to the institute,” was the last thing Sean heard before the ear covers were buckled to the headgear over the in-ear monitors and the noise played back to him shut out the rest of the world.

Disoriented and exhausted, Sean felt his body completely give up the fight. Sean was helped out of the wheelchair by two burly nurses, and was amazed to realise that he needed their support to remain upright. The soft surface of the padded confinement cell felt reassuringly familiar beneath his bare feet. With a little coercion he was made to kneel. The last act was the removal of the mouthpiece with its ball-gag, an act which Sean did not expect; he had forgotten about the ‘nipple’ installed in one wall which would allow him to drink. Before he had a chance to say something he felt the pressure of the cell's door being closed, and he lost himself in a heady mix of ecstasy, arousal, panic, and helplessness. Whether he screamed at that point or not, Sean could not recall afterwards.

One year later.

“There, my dear… Let's see if your useless penis can even get hard these days. Or has your body given that up already? It's not as if you have any chance of an orgasm…”

Bound spreadeagled and gagged, Sean lay on their bed. Anna had removed his chastity cage and was gearing up for an intimate teasing session.

“Say, do you ever think back to your stay at Anánke?” Anna asked while she slowly stroked his member.

“Mmmmhhm…”

“Over three weeks committed to the institute. No choices, no freedom, no voice… Utterly helpless… I really enjoyed the photos of those therapeutic sessions sent to me by Directrix Kovaleva during your evaluation stay, …and those three glorious weeks of holiday with Lars afterwards…”

Always on the lookout for a photo opportunity, Nurse Alina had taken up position to capture 'Nurse Anna’, with Sean fully restrained in a wheelchair, pushing her hubby along the ward towards the solitary confinement cell. It was one of Anna's most treasured mementos.

“Oh? So it isn't completely desensitised? But… if this is all that is going to happen I wonder if you even need a chastity cage now…”

“Mmmmhnng…”

“But what I really want to ask you… Directrix Kovaleva sent me an email last week with a line-up of newly developed sessions for ‘those heavier cases’, and she was wondering how you were doing these days. Funny how she immediately thought of you, right? Well, she hinted that there were a couple of vacancies for the next season, and as luck would have it, Lars called me yesterday to tell me he would like to take me along for a couple of weeks for a grand tour of Eastern Europe: Krakow, Vienna, Budapest, Bucharest… And then, onwards to the Black Sea and then Odesa… Oh, I've always wanted to see Odesa!”

“I was just thinking. If I'm going to get spoiled, and since we'd already be travelling that way… I think it would be a good idea to have you committed to the institution again.”

While Anna quite deliberately introduced a pause in her speech at this point, she let her eyes wander to the tattoo Sean had got done on his upper leg as a birthday gift to her – to her pleasant surprise. 'F408', it read in bold lettering, conforming precisely to Anánke's guidelines.

“Just for a little while. You know a stay there will do you good. Do you remember how sweetly affectionate you got after your stay? It took you some days to fully land after that, and for weeks you radiated with a wonderfully submissive glow. You know… I've never felt so loved and adored like I was this past year. You worship me.

“And, well, I also really like knowing you are safely put away while I let myself get pampered, well, fucked silly, really, by Lars.”

“Hmmmhngg!”

“But I didn't want to just make that decision without at least sounding you out… So…?”

Getting committed to the institution again, helpless, either receiving intense physical training or being utterly ignored. Having no notion of time or when I'll be released. That…

“Ah! I knew you'd agree! Don't worry honey, I'll arrange everything. Thank you! You just made me so happy!”

“Mnghh??”

Feeling quite satisfied, Anna looked at the rock-hard consent she held in her hand, and started enjoying the prospect of a well-deserved holiday for both.

The fact that Lars was thinking along the lines of months rather than weeks she carefully omitted. She considered the utter mindfuck of having been not quite voluntarily committed without any apparent end as one of the most beautiful gifts she could give her perverted sweetheart.

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