The heavy steel door to James's room opened, waking him up, and a pair of high heels nimbly approached him. He heard something being set down on the countertop near to his bed. Then, the top half of the steel table he was bound to started to tilt upright as he heard a crank of some sorts being turned. James had no idea what was going on, as he had a black cloth tied around his head and covering his eyes completely.
His back was at a strange angle and he was in great discomfort with his arms tied above his head. It was only moments before a dull pain could be felt in his lower back due to his position. James also realised equally uncomfortable dull pains in his shaft and scrotum, as well as a painful burning sensation in his bottom. He remembered the brutal procedure from the previous day, as his doctor stroked his aching penis relentlessly with the fingers of her other hand wedged in his behind.
The mysterious person next to him reached their arms around his head and started to unfasten the leather straps of the large ball gag, which sat inside his mouth. As the gag left his aching jaw which had been wrenched open for more than a day, he sighed in relief.
Next a soft tissue was applied to his mouth and it wiped around it to clean up the leaking saliva that had oozed from his mouth as he slept. He heard the tissue being tossed into the bin next to his bed before a soft fingertip being applied to his mouth.
"Don't speak," said the tender voice of the mysterious person. It wasn't Dr. Edwards as James had thought, but it was a younger girl.
Her soft finger left his mouth and a few moments later he felt something on his tongue. It felt like a drinking straw. Too afraid to do anything, he just let it sit on his tongue.
"Are you trying to be funny?" quizzed the girl, twisting his erect nipple and making him moan. "Drink."
James obeyed her and quickly started to suck on the straw, and for the first time in two days felt refreshing, cold water entering his mouth and running down his throat. He made quick work of the large jug of water the girl was holding. She removed the straw from his mouth and replaced the jug to the countertop. For a few moments, James closed his mouth to relieve his aching jaw. This was cut short by a light tap to his cheek, signalling him to open his mouth. The familiar black silicone sphere of the ball gag entered his mouth once again and the harsh leather strap was fastened behind his head.
Still blindfolded, he heard the clicks of the girl's shoes against the floor become distant and finally heard the door being closed and locked once more. The girl hadn't set the table back to its flat position, forcing him to lie at the uncomfortable angle and worsening the ache in his back. He lay in his dimly lit room for what felt like ages, hoping for someone to enter again.
*****
Doctor Theresa Edwards climbed the stairs to the second floor of the Bethlem Mental Institute, to where her primary patient waited for her. Patient 81139, James Elliott. A young man with poor control over his most intimate parts, being treated for a severe case of Nymphomania.
She gracefully walked up the steps to floor two, the heels of her shoes making loud clicking sounds as she went. Her usual uniform had been switched for a long sleeved white dress shirt tucked into a long black skirt, the hemline of which reached the middle of her shapely calves. Tan stockings with a slight sheen replaced the previous day's white ones and a pair of black slip-on pumps with three inch heels rounded off the outfit.
It wasn't as cold as the day before and the heavy rainfall had cleared up to reveal blue skies. Though, as ever, most of the patients of the Bethlem Mental Institute were none the wiser to the weather outside as they were stuck in their lonely, soundproofed, windowless rooms with no company but themselves.
Reaching the second floor of the hospital, Theresa quickly yet elegantly walked to her office. On her way to the furthest side of the second level, where her office was located, she passed many patients. Most of them were common to see roaming the halls early in the morning, their skins grey and their eyes lifeless. Drained of all their worth and their dignity, forced to stare at the empty white walls of the institute for what was quite possibly the rest of their miserable lives.
Theresa reached her office eventually, unlocking the wooden door and entering. Usually she would only enter her office in the morning to leave her coat, but she hadn't worn one this day. Instead, she came to her office with her primary patient's treatment for the day in mind. She sat down on the leather office chair behind her desk, flattening her skirt below her bottom as she settled. Dr. Edwards didn't want to waste too much time though, so she immediately sprung to work. Using a key on the same keychain the keys to her office were on, she unlocked the very bottom drawer in her desk, the only one with a lock.
Her hand swiftly opened it and withdrew the only content. It was a rectangular black box, which she placed on top of her desk to open it up and check inside before closing it again. She locked the drawer once more before getting up from her chair with the box in hand, exiting her office and locking the door behind her.
The black pumps on her feet traversed through the few miserable patients roaming the second floor, none of them looking at her or anyone else around them. Their eyes were all locked in a stare into nothingness. At first Theresa felt sorry for these patients, but as she worked at the hospital longer they became a norm and she barely noticed them anymore.
James sighed in relief through his ball gag as he heard the door to his room being unlocked and opened again. He must have been sitting at the very painful angle for hours. The door closed and locked, before a pair of high heels approached the table.
"Good morning, Mr. Elliott," greeted Dr. Edwards in her gentle voice. James murmured through his ball gag.
"I have a little surprise for you today," she said, her hands untying the cloth around his eyes. James's eyes fluttered as they were introduced to the light of the room again. He looked around to see his pretty doctor standing next to him. His eyes locked onto the rectangular black box she held in her soft hands, curiously looking at it.
Dr. Edwards placed the box down on the countertop and removed the lid from it. Her hand reached inside to take out the instrument that was in the box. She presented it to her patient, who visually examined it but wasn't able to work out what it was. It had a steel grip like a pistol, but instead of a barrel it spouted a steel nose tipped off with a white plastic bulb. He also noticed the cord running from the instrument, meaning it was electric.
"This is a vibrator, Mr. Elliott" explained the doctor, taking out the cord fully and plugging it into a plug socket by the steel table her patient was tied to. "As you can probably guess by the name, the plastic bulb vibrates. It's marketed as a massager, but most people use it as a masturbatory aid. So it should be something you probably wouldn't mind having."
