The following short story is completely fictitious and was written to amuse. I 
hope the readers will enjoy it. 
Rod 
JACKETED 
Little did I know what a night it was going to be when I went down to the 
emergency room to see if I could see Brian Peterson, my current flame. He was a 
senior surgical resident and was currently assigned to the ER. Perhaps I 
could catch him in a quiet moment. As a student nurse, I had been on duty on a 
medical floor for most of the day and then had become bored, reading in the 
library. Now I was looking for a little excitement. Brian looked up from his 
desk in the doctor's chart room and smiled when he saw me. 
"Hi, Ann. What are you doing down here?" 
"Well, I thought if you were not busy, maybe we could have a cup of coffee, or 
something," I answered. 
"Just give me a chance to finish this note and then maybe I can get away for a 
while." 
I stood there admiring the way he looked in his surgical scrub suit. He was well 
built, not overweight, and as usual seemed warm and friendly. We had met during 
my surgical rotation and the dates that followed had been fun....and 
sexually fulfilling. 
"Okay, let's go. Things are quiet. You look very nice in your blue and white 
striped students uniform with the white apron." As we got out in the central 
hallway, he asked, "Do you think things look better down here in the ER?" 
"The place does look cleaner and a little more spacious," I noted. 
Brian said, "We cleaned out a large storeroom of all the old stuff and outmoded 
equipment, put in some new shelves 
and now we can get all stuff in there that previously was in the corridors. 
Here, I'll show you." 
He took my hand and led me through a swinging door into the new storeroom and 
then between two rows of high cabinets to where we were hidden from the door. 
Turning to face me, he gently grasped my shoulders and drew me to him. I 
snuggled close as our lips met. I was soon gasping for breath. 
"I wondered why you wanted to show me this place," I said, drawing him even 
closer. I tried nipping him on the neck at which point he stepped back a little 
and grabbed my hands, forcing them back behind my waist where he 
could hold both of them in one of his. With his other hand, he grasped my hair, 
holding my head so he could kiss me again without fear of a neck bite. 
"Now I have you," he said, and proceeded to nibble down to the small of my neck. 
Held partially immobilised in this manner, I found myself getting more and more 
excited. My breasts were crushed against his chest and I could 
sense my nipples getting enlarged and more sensitive. 
"Ann, you like being held so you can't do anything, don't you?" Brian observed. 
"Yes, I'm getting really turned on, and I think you are also," I said for I 
could feel his growing erection pushing against by pubic area through the layers 
of clothing. "But I am scared someone will walk in on us." 
With that, he released me saying, "You're right. In another minute or so, I'm 
not sure either of us could stop. And you're such a little vixen. About the only 
thing that could control you is one of those things there," pointing to a bundle 
on the rack next to where we were standing. 
The bundle was labelled "Canvas Camisole". When I asked what that was, he said, 
"Ann, a smart girl like you should be able to figure out that is a euphemism for 
a strait jacket." 
"You have these in the ER? I guess you might get a rare wild patient, come to 
think of it. Yes, I have seen one of these before and wondered what it would be 
like to be put in one." 
As I said this, I realised that I was giving voice to one of my fantasies. I had 
found that when I thought of being restrained in this way....or any way....I 
quickly got sexually aroused. I stood there, becoming a little sweaty with cold 
hands and a racing heart beat. In a basket near the camisole bundle were some 
wrist and ankle restraint cuffs. I picked one up noting that they were leather, 
lined with sheepskin. Pretty strong I guessed. Brian just smiled. I said to him, 
"You know, I have watched some of those escape artists and even saw one of those 
guys demonstrate how to escape from a strait jacket by pulling his arms in out 
of the sleeves." 
Brian said, "Ann, I think you would find that very difficult. In fact, I think 
you would be begging for release very quickly." 
"I guess we will really never know," I said, "But it would be fun to bet you. I 
think I could get out, and even if I couldn't, I might even enjoy the thing." 
"Well, if you are serious, I think I know a way to prove me right and you very 
wrong," he said. "Come on down to the cafeteria. We'll get some coffee." 
A few minutes later as we sipped our drinks at a table in the hospital dining 
room which was practically deserted at this time of the evening, I said, "Yes, I 
think I am serious." 
"About what?" he asked. "Oh, the strait jacket. Are you sure?" When I nodded he 
said, "Okay, let me make a telephone call. I'll be right back." 
When he returned a few minutes later he said, "Ann, it's all set up. A friend of 
mine is the evening nursing supervisor in the psych unit. We have known each 
other for a few years and I trust her. Her unit has been very quiet 
because of some remodeling so after laughing at my request, she said she would 
be glad to have some company to break up the monotony of the evening." 
"You mean right now?" I gasped wondering whether I really was crazy in my 
fantasies. 
"Yep, put up or shut up, as they say. Come on with me and while we are on our 
way you can tell me what the bet is going to be." 
"I think you should decide that since you are going to lose," I said. 
"Okay, if you escape or demand to be released within six hours, you have to be 
my maid for six days, doing my cooking, cleaning the place, doing the laundry, 
etc.," he said. 
I replied, "You could have made it eight hours for all I care for I was planning 
on sleeping that long tonight. Now if I win you have to be at my beck and call 
whenever you are not on duty for one week. This includes taking me to dinner, a 
ball game or two, and perhaps a few other things." 
By this time we had reached the locked door of the psych ward. "You're on," he 
said. 
"Now is the time to leave if you wish." 
The door was opened by an attractive woman dressed in black slacks, white V-
necked blouse and a light blue, supervisors coat. A smile appeared on her tanned 
face when she saw Brian. "Come in, Brian. And you must be Ann. 
I'm Cheryl Barnett. Welcome to my inner sanctum. Ann, Brian tells me you would 
like to have a personal demonstration of a straitjacket and think you might be 
able to escape or at least enjoy one for a few hours. Are you sure you know what 
you are doing?" 
"Yes," I replied. "I don't see what the big deal is and think I can win our 
little bet." 
"Okay. Brian, you can make yourself at home while I get Ann ready, or you can 
make yourself scarce. Ann, come with me to the nurse's locker room." Once there 
she found me an empty locker and said, "Ann, we don't want to get 
your pretty uniform all wrinkled, so take off all your clothes, wrist watch and 
any jewellery. Put them in the locker and I'll get you a patient's gown." 
As I stripped down, I paused when all that remained was my bra and panties. 
Surely I could leave these on, but she did say "all". I compromised by taking 
off the bra but leaving the panties on. By this time Cheryl had returned and 
handed me a cotton, wrap-around gown. I slipped my arms into the short sleeves 
and she overlapped the two sides across my front where a Velcro arrangement kept 
the gown closed. The upper part of the gown left a portion of my chest exposed, 
the gown only reached to my upper thighs, and the tight waist emphasised my 
figure. I had become a little embarrassed at showing my breasts to Cheryl, and 
the gown didn't give me much of a reason to relax. Her 
apparent enjoyment and control of what was happening made me a little uneasy. 
"Ann, you look very attractive in that gown although I don't think grey is your 
best colour. Come with me and you can carry this." She handed me a bundle 
similar to the one in the ER storeroom. This one was simply labelled "STR-F-Sp". 
As I padded after her in my bare feet I asked, "What do these letters mean?" 
"Strait jacket-Female-Special," she replied "Special because it is one we 
designed ourselves." At this point I heard a bell sound. Cheryl left me standing 
in the corridor, unlocked the unit door and let Brian come back in. He 
apparently had gone out to get some more coffee for he was carrying a cafeteria 
bag. 
"Wow, look at you," he said. "This is going to be fun. Where are we heading?" 
Cheryl said, "We have just finished painting one wing and so it's deserted. 
There is a special room I think Ann will enjoy." With that, she turned on a few 
lights that illuminated the corridor. We followed her until she reached another 
locked door that had a small window. She selected a key from her key ring, 
unlocked the door and stepped aside to allow Brian and I to enter. The room had 
no windows or other doors. The walls were lined with some thick matting, the 
ceiling lights were recessed behind glass, and the floor was covered by some 
type of rubber like material. There were no articles of furniture. "Welcome to 
our tight room," she said. 
I stood there speechless as I took this all in. 
"Ann, you can leave now if you wish," but I shook my head. "All right, show us 
your new jacket." 
I opened the bundle and took out the thing. There were numerous straps attached 
to the medium weight but strong material. My heart began to race a little as she 
took the strait jacket from me and held it up, expecting me to insert my arms. I 
toyed with the idea of leaving but knew that I wanted to experience what was 
about to occur. So in went my hands and arms. I found that my hands did not 
reach the ends of the sleeves which terminated in long straps. She turned me 
around and loosely fastened two of the back straps. As she took off her nurses 
coat, she commanded me to kneel down still facing away from her. "Ordinarily our 
patients are not as compliant as you and we have to wrestle them to the floor." 
(I got the idea that she was quite capable of doing this.) I was then pushed 
forward onto my stomach and felt her sit down on my rump. 
"Brian, you can hold her wrists or the sleeve straps as I start lacing her up. 
The jacket reached just to the level of my pubis and I could feel it being drawn 
snug as she apparently pushed the laces through the holes of the overlapping 
back portions. Soon she had reached my neck where the jacket terminated and the 
highest back strap was attached. 
This she pulled tight and buckled. The next strap was just above my breasts and 
when fastened pulled my shoulders back a little. Then came the waist strap and 
the one at the bottom level. It still didn't feel very tight but Cheryl then 
started pulling the laces tighter after which went to work on the straps, 
pulling with considerable effort. 
"Brian, I'd let you have the fun of doing this but you would probably take it 
easy on her." She grasped my shoulders and pulled me up onto my knees. Reaching 
around me, she then took the sleeve straps from Brian and pulled them back 
around each side, after which she somewhat roughly pushed me forward again onto 
the rubber flooring. "Brian, hold one sleeve while I thread this other strap 
through the D-ring on the back...one of my special refinements. It keeps her 
from being able to slide the strap up or down. There. That's it, thread the 
other strap into the ring on our side and we will just fasten the straps 
together, pulling them as tight as possible. No way is she going to escape, and 
to make absolutely sure, we will just fasten this last strap. Well now, Ann, I 
see you left your little panties on despite 
the fact I told you to take off all your clothes." I felt her hand go between my 
upper thighs, reach up and pull my panties down and off. She then grasped a 
strap coming down from the front of the jacket. As she pulled it back, the 
strap found its way up between my buttocks to cover my vagina and anus. With a 
tug the strap was buckled to the back of the jacket. I was now lying prone, 
hugging myself. I had become progressively more excited, especially when she sat 
on me, her thighs pressing in on each hip. The crotch strap added to this 
arousal. Now I was rolled over onto my back and lifted into a sitting position. 
Brian, kneeling in front of me, looked and laughed, "Ann, you really should see 
yourself. What a picture." 
With that I tried kicking out at him but he easily evaded me. 
"I thought you might try something like that so I brought you a little present." 
He went over to the cafeteria bag he had previously been carrying, and drew out 
two of the sheep skin lined cuffs which he proceed to put on my ankles. 
Cheryl grabbed my knees as I struggled and saw Brian thread a short strap 
through the hasps of the cuffs. When the 
strap was buckled there was only about four inches between my ankles. 
"Brian, that's not fair, darn you." Obviously this was going to make it even 
more difficult for me to get loose for I had imagined getting over on my knees 
or standing up so I could move my arms easier. At this point, his beeper went 
off and he indicated he had a call from the ER. Cheryl said, "Before you leave 
this damsel in distress, let me tell you that it is now 10:30 and my night nurse 
will be coming on duty shortly. Her name is Amy and I can trust her. 
I'll let her know you will probably be coming back to visit with Ann. I have 
enjoyed this very much, hope I can get better acquainted with her and only wish 
I could stay with her longer tonight. But I'm sure Amy will take real good care 
of her. When she begs for release, where do you want her to go?" 
"She can use one of the on-call surgical nurses rooms which she already knows 
about, or she came go home. I'll try to get back here in one or two hours but 
she will probably be gone by then, won't you?" he said, turning to me and 
pushing me onto by back. He quickly came over, gave me a big kiss, and said, 
"Have fun." With that he left. 
"Ann, I'm going to leave you to check on the patients and give report. Amy will 
be in after a while. I'll turn up the heat in here to make sure you are warm 
enough. As Brian suggested, 'Have fun'". 
"Cheryl, before you go would you scratch my nose and tell me how I let you know 
when I get out?" 
"If you are going to get out, you can scratch your own nose. Bye-bye," she said 
as she closed the door, locking it behind her. 
First I tried to sit up and found I could do this despite not being able to use 
my arms or separate my ankles. Next, I started to pull my right arm out of its 
sleeve and was encouraged to find that I could in fact get move it one or two 
inches. I sat there trying first one arm and then the other. Maybe about three 
minutes passed before I realised I really wasn't making any progress. Well 
perhaps I could lift my arms and pull the jacket up over my head. But this just 
served to tighten the crotch strap. I knew that I just had to get a hand free 
and then push it out from under the back of the jacket. This would allow me to 
open the crotch strap. Thinking that I might do better kneeling, I tried swing 
my legs around to roll myself up but this didn't work and simply resulted in my 
falling down onto my side. By now I 
was beginning to sweat from the effort and the fact that Cheryl had increased 
the room temperature considerably. I found I could not go from a prone to a 
kneeling position, but may be I could stand up if I got over against the wall. 
So I started rolling across the floor. When I reached the wall, I got into a 
sitting position and inched my way up until I was standing. Now I really began 
to pull and twist, attempting to get the jacket loosened up. "Damn them. She 
didn't have to pull those straps this tight," I thought. Perhaps I made a little 
progress with my next series of pulls but suddenly I was falling forward and, 
unable to step because of the ankle strap, I fell onto my knees and then flat on 
the floor, forcing my arms into my upper abdomen. It was like a Heimlich 
manoeuvre, used on a choking person to dislodge something in his trachea. 
Stomach juices were forced up into the back of my throat. For the next few 
minutes, I simply lay there. I was sweating considerably, my nose still itched, 
but slowly my frustration gave way to 
a pleasurable feeling. I had no use of my arms, my ankles were tied together and 
the crotch strap was making me want something more down there. Moving my bound 
arms up and down increased this sensation. I turned over onto my back and spread 
my knees. My nipples were hard against the jacket material and my juices were 
flowing as I became more and more aroused. Suddenly I heard a key in the door 
lock. The door opened and a very pretty, blond woman, about my size and build 
came in carrying a glass of water and a towel. She was dressed in a green jump 
suit with a wide leather belt. 
"Hi Ann. I'm Amy, your night nurse. I see you haven't got out of that thing yet. 
Are you ready to give up?" she asked. 
"No, not quite. Maybe if you just loosened the straps a little." 
"Ann, that would be cheating and I might get in considerable trouble with 
Cheryl. 
Besides, from the flush on your face, you look like you are enjoying the 
challenge." She knelt down close beside me and helped me into a sitting 
position. With an arm around my shoulders she used the towel to wipe the sweat 
off my face and thighs. Then she offered me a big drink of the water she had 
brought, an offer I gratefully accepted. 
"Was Cheryl gentle with you?" she asked. 
"Well sort of. She seemed warm and friendly, but rather domineering. And she 
certainly is strong. These straps are very tight. She indicated you were good 
friends," I replied. 
"Yes and she is one of the key members of a club of which I am a member. Like 
you, she was the one who introduced me to a strait jacket. Of course, I knew her 
better than you and she was not as kind to me on that occasion." 
I asked, "What did she do to you?" 
"After lacing me up and fastening the straps, she taped my ankles and thighs 
together and then not only gagged me 
but wrapped my head in an Ace bandage" 
"That's terrible," I said. 
"No, I rather enjoyed it in retrospect. I sure got excited and sense that you 
are not finding this too bad. Cheryl said that you and I might have a lot in 
common. Did you like her earrings?" 
"Yes, although I was so uptight that I didn't pay much attention to them." 
Amy said, "They are simple, half inch wide rings from which a second pair of 
similar rings dangle. The interesting thing about them is that the rings are 
solid and cannot be removed. They are a symbol of some of her interests. You 
might like to know that she talked me into having my nipples pierced." 
"I don't believe it," I exclaimed. 
"Well look." With that she zipped down the front of her suit and pulled it off 
her shoulders. She did not have on a bra and both of her good sized breasts 
poked out. She was not wearing the rings at the time, but pulling a nipple a 
little to one side, she showed me the tiny hole. "I wear the rings on only 
special occasions and would have worn them tonight if I had known you would be 
here. Feel how erect my nipples are from just touching them a little." 
I laughed and said, "Sorry but I'm rather tied up at the moment." 
"Yes, you are, but..." She leaned forward and brushed her firm, left nipple 
across my cheek. I blushed and felt myself getting aroused again. Amy then wiped 
my hair back from my face, put a finger on my lips, but then zipped 
up her suit and stood up, preparing to leave. 
I was disappointed but, I guess a little relieved. 
"Before I leave you, I think I am just going to do something to improve your 
appearance." She left the room for a few minutes and when she returned, she had 
an electric hair trimmer or shaver in her hand. "Your pubic hair is 
sticking out on each side of that crotch strap and doesn't look nice." 
"No, wait a minute.." I said. But she just pushed me flat and proceeded to trim 
off all the protruding hairs. The vibrations set me going again. All I could 
think of was a vibrating dildo. Then she wiped away the cut hairs and 
blew gently on me. 
"Ann, I have to check on my few patients. I'll try to get back after a while. 
Meantime you can get back to your struggles...or just lay there and enjoy the 
sensations of being very helpless." 
After she left, locking the door, I did just lie there, thinking over what she 
had said. What would it be like to be bound even more than I presently was? I 
closed my eyes and let my imagination run wild for a few moments. I may have 
even drifted off to sleep for the next thing I knew, Brian was shaking me awake. 
"Am I intruding on your thoughts?" he asked, sitting beside me. "Are you okay? I 
brought you some coke." 
"I'm fine. Although I haven't been able to get free, I think you are still going 
to lose the bet. And yes, I'd love some 
coke." He proceeded to roll me onto my side and put the straw in my mouth. The 
coke tasted great but some ran down my cheek. He used the towel Amy had left to 
wipe me and the caressed my face with his hand. "Hmm," I said. 
"That's nice." 
Soon we were kissing, our mouths and tongues groping. His hand squeezed one of 
my breasts through the rough jacket and then slid down to a bare thigh. He let 
me roll onto my back and worked his hand between my thighs. 
"Higher please," I said, spreading my knees. Within moments I felt his finger 
was beneath the strap and he was toying with my clitoris, which led to a more 
prolonged "please" on my part. 
With that he rolled me onto my stomach, undid the crotch strap and pushed me a 
little roughly onto my back. 
Quickly he knelt between my thighs, reached back and lifted my bound ankles so 
he could get his feet between mine and the floor. I looked down and watched as 
he pushed his pants down over his very erect penis and felt my juices really 
start to flow. I flexed my thighs and gasped as he very slowly lowered himself 
down until his penis was touching my vaginal orifice. His hands then went behind 
my buttocks. He lifted my a little and rocked me from side to side. By that time 
I was begging for it and not caring that he was not using a condom. With a slow 
thrust he was inside me and we were dancing higher and higher, his hands and 
mouth all over me. He may have come before me but not by much. I was almost 
delirious with joy and sensed that the strait jacket had added to my pleasure. 
"Are you okay?" he asked. "Sorry I took advantage of you but not really. Do you 
want to be released now?" 
"No, not really. Brian, I am enjoying this, especially the last few minutes so 
you can look forward to losing our bet. 
Just hold me a minute." But his beeper went off again. He gave me a long kiss 
and quickly left. 
I lay there for a few moments enjoying my recent sensations. Then I realized 
that he had left the crotch strap undone. 
Quickly I sat up and started lifting and twisting my arms. The fact that I was 
so sweaty was also helping. I managed to get my hand back a good six inches but 
noted that I was not moving my shoulder out of the sleeve opening much at all. 
And the waist strap was so tight that I still couldn't raise the jacket towards 
my head. I was just sitting there beginning to note how full my bladder was when 
Amy returned. 
"Hi Ann. Did you and Brian have a little fun? And boy, it sure is hot in here. 
You are all sweaty again. How did that crotch strap get loose....as if I didn't 
know. Yep, by the look of all that sticky stuff I'm sure you had fun." She 
pushed me onto my back and started wiping me with the towel. This included my 
upper thighs and crotch. There was no attempt to be gentle. 
"Amy, my bladder is rather full from the water, coffee and coke. Can I use the 
bathroom?" 
"I guess the recent local stimulation didn't help that sensation, did it? And 
no, you can't use the bathroom, but I'll bring you a bed pan...or would you 
prefer diapers?" 
"The bed pan sounds like the better choice, if I can manage it." 
Amy left, leaving the door open, but before I could get to my tied feet she was 
back with the pan which she placed on the floor near me. She got me into a 
sitting position and with some effort lifted me onto it. She then knelt in front 
of me and said, "Okay, and you'd better hit the pan or I'll make you lick the 
floor. Come on, get started or I go for the diapers." 
Although I was embarrassed having her sit there to watch, I was successful in 
voiding. 
She got me off the pan and used the towel to wipe me a little. 
"Here, smell yourself," she said as she held the towel onto my face. I couldn't 
keep from inhaling the odours of sweat, urine, my juices and, I guess, Brian's 
semen. Amy just laughed as I twisted my head away. She proceeded to push and 
roll me onto my stomach, and then snugly buckled the crotch strap. "Anything 
else I can do for you?" 
"Amy, how did it really feel to be bound, gagged and blindfolded while in the 
strait jacket? I'd like to know." 
"Ann, 'Curiosity killed the cat". I like you, admire your spunk, and so am going 
to let you find out." 
"No, I just want you to tell me what you went through...." but my words hung in 
the air as she left the room, this time locking the door. She was gone a few 
minutes and said nothing when she returned with several things. Quickly 
before I could protest further, she forced a pear-shaped rubber thing into my 
mouth. It was attached to a broad strap which she buckled behind my head and 
neck. I tried to ask where she got this but the words were very muffled. The 
she started with a roll of 4 inch Ace bandage, wiping it round and round my 
entire head. I guess she used a second roll and then topped it off with some 
type of tape. Now my protests were even more muffled but I could still hear 
her voice when she said, "And, my little vixen, I have brought you a nice 
leather collar to wear." 
I felt it go around my neck and sensed that she fastened it with a lock. Then I 
felt wide adhesive tape being wrapped 
around my lower thighs, then just below the knees and finally my ankles right 
over the cuffs. 
"You're not such a wild vixen now, are you Ann? But just to make sure...." I was 
rolled onto my stomach and felt her pass the end of a strap between my legs and 
then between my ankles, encircling the tape there. She must have 
then tied it somehow for she began hauling my feet up towards my buttocks. I 
could feel her fumbling around the top strap of the jacket and then she pulling 
my feet even higher, forcing my back into a tight arch. 
"No, please don't," I tried to say through the gag. 
"There, Ann. That's how I felt. Enjoy it and I'll be back in a while." 
Now I was close to being completely helpless. I could still move my head, my 
fingers and my toes. But that was it.. I had fallen onto my side and found it 
impossible to roll. Although it was not long before my back was aching, I still 
found that it was like being held tightly while someone played with me, getting 
me aroused. The ache and the pleasure fought for control over me, but I realised 
that the control really was in Amy's hands. Happily, she returned 
fairly soon but her next move was to start tickling the soles of my feet with 
what felt like a feather. I laughed, cried, moaned and went progressively more 
wild. Finally I could stand it no longer. I began to panic. It seemed like I 
could not get a full breath. I struggled as hard as possible against the jackets 
hold on me. 
"Easy, easy Ann. Don't hyperventilate. Do you want to be released?" 
I nodded quickly and tried to say "Please". 
Amy unfastened the rope to my ankles and then cut through the tape on my thighs 
and legs. Then she unwrapped my head and took out the gag. 
"Thank you, Amy. That sort of began to get to me." I was a little surprised when 
she then began to unbuckle the jacket straps. "No, the jacket is okay." 
"Ann, you said you wanted to be released so the jacket comes off as well, and 
you lose the bet." 
"Well, I was getting a little tired and don't really mind losing," I said as she 
finished unlacing me. My gown was completely wet with sweat and my nipples were 
clearly visible through the thin material. At this point, Amy had left the ankle 
cuffs and my leather collar in place. "What about these?" I asked. 
"Oh, you can take the cuffs off your self but I may just leave the locked collar 
on you for 24 hours." 
"Amy, you can't do that. How will I explain it?" Knowing that the keys were in 
her pocket, I grabbed her and wrestled her to the floor. The suddenness of this 
surprised her, but with my ankles bound together, she had a definite 
advantage. Soon she was on top, sitting on me. She held each of my wrists down 
on the floor with one of her hands, and with the other started tickling my sides 
and my neck. I couldn't help bursting out laughing and giggling. 
"Okay, okay... you win," I said. She stopped, leaned forward and kissed me as 
her free hand softly caressed one of my breasts. I found myself returning the 
kiss. Then Amy took out her keys and removed the collar. 
"We could have found one of those felt surgical collars to cover it but you have 
had enough. Come with me down to the lounge. You can take a shower and I'll get 
your clothes." 
As we walked down the corridor I said, "You know I could have forced you to 
remove the collar simply by threatening to tell people what you and Cheryl did 
to me tonight." 
Her reply was, "No, you wouldn't do that for we now have a very interesting 
video of everything that went on in the tight room. We have an excellent 
monitoring system to insure the safety of our patients, and Cheryl set up a 
continuous recording unit." When she saw the look of dismay on my face, she 
added, "But don't worry, Cheryl and I will probably destroy the tape in a day or 
so." 
"Really? Amy, you know I did sort of enjoy this whole episode." By this time we 
had reached the lounge and she showed me where the shower and towels were. A few 
minutes later I had pealed off the sweaty gown and was letting the hot water 
cascade down my head and body. My nipples still seemed sensitive and when I 
dried myself, I laughed seeing the funny pattern of my pubic hair. After 
dressing I joined Amy at the nurses desk. 
"Hey, you look very nice in your little uniform, Ann. I have to tell you that 
you showed a lot of pluck and courage to go through what you did. And I do think 
you enjoyed being rendered rather helpless." 
Somewhat hesitantly I answered, "Yes and one of these days I may figure myself 
out. I guess I am rather peculiar." 
"No, you're not. I'm a lot like you in your submissiveness although I can be 
dominant as well. Cheryl and I have a few friends who like to play "games" you 
might say. I'd like you to think a little more about yourself and consider 
giving me a call in a day or so. Here's my home phone number or you can call me 
here most nights after eleven. I feel you might be an excellent candidate to 
join our club. Now I'll let you out of the unit and you can go home to dream 
about being tightly bound in a strait jacket." 
"Amy, thanks...and thank Cheryl for me. I will think about what you said. In 
fact, my imagination will probably not let me calm down for some time." 

THE END...perhaps to be continued.