Having Him So Well Trained That He Doesn’t Even Hesitate To Say Thank You During His Punishments. And

You just went down a level in the house power rankings.

Makenzie Raine

Dreams

Originally, Bob had been sentenced to a week of arrest and treatment at the so called "Bondage Asylum" to help him work on his attitude towards women. Shortly after he had arrived though, his treatment plan had been changed. Without any further ado, he was put into a tight-fitting suit and strapped onto the board of what the nurses called "confinement drawer". He was fitted with earplugs underneath his hood and a pair of vr-glasses. Inside, he was totally isolated while he was constantly shown clips of super sexy girls teasing in their office outfits. Bob had no doubt none of this was going to help him with his attitude. It was just pure torture. When the narrow cell's lid was eventually opened, Bob was desperate, his balls blue and swollen and his cock crammed up inside its chastity device. Thank god this was going to end!

Nurse Jenny and the other hand did have no intention of ending poor Bob's ordeal anytime soon. She had started working at the asylum a month ago and was rather low in the "food chain" around here, having to do the paperwork for the other nurses and making sure each patient got treated just the way they'd been prescribed to. While a lot of the patients were here on their own terms, just fulfilling their fetish fantasies, some had been sentenced to spend some time at the correctional ward. It was during her first week here when Jenny realized this place was able to fulfill some of her own fantasies as well. The power she had over the patients fueled her sexual desire like nothing ever before. Before long, she would start to mess with some of the patients' data, increasing the severity of treatment here and there, but nothing to extreme or obvious. Then she read Bob's file: he was reported by the female co-workers in his office for staring at their legs and feet, once making an inappropriate comment. He was diagnosed with an intense pantyhose and foot fetish and sentenced to spend some time here in order to help him change his behavior. Now, after his first day in confinement, she payed him a visit before her shift ended.

“Hello there!”, she cooed in her softest voice. “Have you enjoyed your stay in confinement therapy?” Obviously in panic, Bob grunted something into his gag and shook his head. “Aww, are you ready to get out? Back to normal treatment until you’re released next week?” His relieved sigh was her answer. “Yeah, I bet you are desperate already… You know, when I read your file, I was mainly interested in the fact that you have no family, no friends or relatives and have lived a rather secluded life so far. Also, your security status is low and you’ve only spent a few days here, so no one of the staff is really aware of you being a patient... And no one ever checks all the paperwork once I’ve been through with it. I didn't even think twice when I changed your treatment plan – from a few tease and denial sessions to an indefinite stay inside this drawer. You’ll be kept immobile by strictest bondage, all locked up in chastity while automatically teased by a program tailored to your most severe fetishes!”

His eyes wide open, the body bag slightly shacking from his desperate attempts to get lose, Bob screamed into his gag. “It’s nothing personal, by the way. I don’t hate you, I don’t even know you. Whatever you’ve done to your colleagues, you surely don’t deserve anything like I’ve doomed you to. This needs to be our little secret, Bob. The thought of you being trapped here, teased and tormented, unable to move or call anyone for help, so incredibly horny all the time while your cock is desperately twitching in chastity – that mere thought is enough to almost make me cum on the spot! In other words, the only reason for this happening to you is I’m a kinky bitch and your absolute helplessness gets me wet as fuck. Guess it sucks to be you!”

L A D I E S N I G H T

thinking of…magnetic collars and their ability to snap them into place wherever I want. Snapping into a leash I carry around with me, snapping to a magnetic bracelet I wear around my wrist so I don’t even have to try to drag them around, snapping to my belt buckle so they’re kept between my legs, snapped to another subs matching collar so they can’t get away from each other, snapped to a plate in my boot so they can’t get away from pressing their face against it, snapped to a bolt in the shower or the shower wall so they can be kept waiting to be used while I wash, or so they can be held in place while I wash them, snapped back to the refrigerator so they have to stand straight and held in position out of the way while I make food for us, etc. etc.