FF, Femdom, Lezdom, Lesbian, Non-consent/reluctance, BDSM, urine, incontinence, institution, nurse, imprisonment, punishment, humiliation, shame.
[This story is written using concepts discussed with a friend of mine called Garth Toyntanen.]
It was breakfast time in the canteen. Katie's special knickers were sticking to her bottom and she squirmed uneasily in her seat as she tried to unstick from her flesh the parts of them that were bothering her. They were big, waterproof knickers, designed for "incontinent" girls, made of transparent, crinkly plastic, with tight elastic waistband and leg bands which left marks on her pure white skin. They caused Katie's skin to sweat inside the plastic and they rapidly became sticky as a result.
As Katie wriggled she unintentionally aroused herself and felt her little clitoris tingling and trying to escape the vaginal folds surrounding it. Her upper body was kept decent by the short floral-patterned cotton nightie she had been allowed to keep from home, for now at least, but she could see and feel that her nipples were erect, straining outwards, like her clitoris, clamouring for attention. There was no hope of attention though: her wrists were securely tied behind her to the back legs of her simple, wheeled commode, her ankles equally securely tied to the commode's front legs. Katie was restrained, helpless and knew of no escape from her predicament.
All the chairs used in "the Institution", as everyone referred to it, were commodes, it was more convenient that way. The commodes were of straightforward design, a chair made of white-painted metal, with a removable white square wooden seat which, when removed, exposed a circular white toilet seat opening into a circular white plastic bowl shaped like a saucepan with a flat base and a lid with a handle. Take off the lid and the commode could be easily used for its intended purpose. To dispose of its contents once used, the lid would be placed back onto the bowl, and the bowl lifted up by a nurse and taken to the toilets where its contents would be poured into a toilet and flushed away. That was what usually happened anyway.
Katie, an attractive, slim, athletic, blonde-haired girl, looked down her front at the large white cardboard disc hanging over her nightie, just below her breasts, from a piece of string around the back of her neck to see, again, that it read, "Incontinent!" in large handwriting written by a permanent marker in dark blue ink, so that everybody who saw it would know why she was being treated differently that day, why she was being punished and humiliated.
Katie was seated at the edge of the canteen room watching, although she could not see completely clearly because of the cotton knickers partly obscuring her view, the other three girls being spoon-fed their breakfast by two of the nurses. Those girls' hands and ankles were secured too.
In the wall the far side of the room was a large barred window. The nurses liked to pretend that the window bars were there to keep intruders out, but the girls knew that they were there to keep them in, securely imprisoned within the Institution. The window glass was slightly distorted, so that it was impossible to see what was behind the barred window and once they had been there for a while the girls could hardly remember what world lay beyond the barred window. Imprisonment and acceptance of the nurses' authority quickly became the only reality in the girls' life.
Each time Katie breathed she inhaled the scent of her own urine from the soaked gusset of yesterday's regulation white cotton knickers, which covered her head, the wet gusset fixed tightly over her nose and mouth, the knickers firmly kept in place by a large hair grip grasping the cotton behind her head. Each time she breathed, Katie was reminded of her "crime", of shamefully wetting her knickers because she couldn't hold out until yesterday evening's toilet time; and she hadn't just wet them, her pee had gushed out, powerfully, she just hadn't been able to hold it in any more, and splashed all over the floor.
Katie's partial eyesight restriction was caused by the fact that the pretty leg openings of her knickers, while making space for her eyes to see, nevertheless framed her field of vision, like curtains which needed to be pulled apart further. The urine-soaked cotton over her nose and mouth stung her skin, but Katie couldn't do anything about that. The waistband of her knickers circled her lower neck like a necklace, though not too tightly, fortunately for her comfort, so that the whole effect was something like a traditional maid's cotton head-covering expanded to cover her whole head and most of her face, like a white cotton lacy balaclava.
As they had been wheeled into breakfast on their rolling commode chairs, in their nightdresses, hands and ankles tied to their chairs, the other girls had glanced at Katie with what might have been sympathy, and Katie knew they must have suffered similar humiliations themselves. They were being fed high-fibre instant oatmeal by the nurses, a sort of thin porridge. The nurses preferred the girls to stay "regular," to fit in with the Institution's daily routine. Katie had been told that being a knicker-wetter meant that she would be placed on a different diet today. And so it was to turn out.
"... Your turn now Katie," announced Nurse Petra, walking towards Katie with a high medical-type table on wheels, which she rolled up to Katie until it stood just in front of her, with the top of the table at about the height of the top of Katie's head, level with her beautiful blonde hair. "I'll be back in a moment," Nurse Petra said, as she turned away with a confident swish of her blue starched nurse's uniform. She returned a few minutes later, carrying a large, empty glass water dispenser with a tap at the bottom and a screw-on circular metal lid at the top, and placed it on the floor. Nurse Petra unscrewed the lid and placed it on the floor next to the dispenser.
