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Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Pattie La Mange marvels in admiration as the hands work. Strap after strap, magnetic locks clicking, the knowing nurse is most expert and alacritous in binding a patient... her client... in the Segufix restraint system. Institutional in design... the high cost indicative of the quality and precise engineering... when bound, the so termed patient cannot only put aside thoughts of escape, but finds herself completely immobile as well. Pattie paid thousands, even ordering the expensive head restraint part of the system.

Yes, in visiting the manufacturer’s website she found herself drooling in lust, imaging herself placed in such thorough restraint for hour after hour. With money no object, she purchased with gleeful expectation.

Nurse Kelly also marvels... at the naked girl’s fine shapeliness... with her enthusiasm... with the intensity of her desire to finally manifest what is certainly a lifetime of latent desire. The Segufix system is not a toy, not like many of the cheap bondage paraphernalia fabricated mainly for show... more articles for amusement than for true captivity. No, it’s real, and with years of experience, Nurse Kelly knows how to make it feel real... very real.

“I’ll leave the key hanging on the doorknob where it can’t be overlooked,” Nurse Kelly informs as she tests the many thick nylon straps.

Satisfied, she moves to a night table. There awaits the coup de grace for what will be an unimaginably long evening... insertions... inflatable. To be slipped in place at Pattie LaMange’s demented request.

“The gag first Pattie. I want you silent. There will be no going back... no protests... no pleas for leniency. I will decide how much you’ll take.”

Despite the strictness of the many thick straps, she notes that the girl quivers. And the reaction always brings wonder. She has seen it so often in girls of Pattie’s ilk. Is it fear? Is it in joyous anticipation? Though the quests are unanswered, she consoles herself. For she realizes Pattie knows not the answer as well. Kelly is very much aware that they never fully understand themselves... understand their own needs, the girls... and boys... of Pattie’s paraphilia. And such delightfully adds to their own frustration.

Yes, the firm words nurture the strange craving of the masochist, Pattie knowing to open her mouth as the cruel inflatable gag is pushed past her lips and pressed inward until Nurse Kelly hears the sound of a slight gag. She smiles then squeezes the puffolator to inflate, assuring the insertion is not to be expelled. Next she moves to place a stanchion overhead, a two liter water bag hanging above. She connects a tube to the gag, turns a valve and watches with care and amusement as liquid flows to the gag. At the tip thrust deeply into the throat, it secretes... slowly but constantly... forcing Pattie to swallow... and swallow... and swallow.

Satisfied that it will be many hours before the seemingly unending drip permits sleep, there comes next the anal insertion, to slide easily past a well cleansed and lubricated rectum, and a vaginal insertion, the tip specially designed to abrade the anterior fornix.

Kelly wonders which slips within with more ease, for the sphincter is coated with KY jelly, and the love pouch of a concupiscent Pattie continues to ooze, evidencing her joy in ceding control.

It is then that Nurse Kelly entertains herself, alternatively squeezing the two puffolators, right hand then left, to further inflate, watching Pattie squirm in discomfort... and squirm to no avail against the amazingly tight and effective Segufix straps.

Satisfied again, there comes a sense of accomplishment, so affably offering the masochist a long night of slow torment. For when the water bag finally empties and permits slumber, a full bladder will then obviate rest with equal effectiveness. And wetting the bed to relieve herself will be quite the challenge with the well inflated anal and v****a insertions bulging to impede the urethral passage.

Finished with her long evening of tendence, Nurse Kelly pauses to observe, assuring both safety and discomfort, smiling in listening to Pattie moan futile protests through her well stuffed mouth.

She listens. Then to amplify her power and Pattie’s loss, she reaches down and offers the vaginal insertion one more squeeze, assuring that the wickedly shaped tip indeed abrades the fornix and that deep within, as deep as a girl ever feels, she can sense the thoroughness of another’s governance.

“I assume you have arrangements for someone to release you in the morning. But with pain sluts like you, Pattie, you probably arranged for an afternoon visit... to suffer through most of the day.”

Pattie attempts to move her head. The constricting head restraint encumbers the simplest of communication and Nurse Kelly laughs, interpreting the fruitless gesture as concurrence.