The company you worked with for several years had another round of layoffs. You lost your job three months ago and couldn't find work. The only jobs you could find were low paying, low skill jobs, that you consider yourself overqualified for. Your wife, Heather, still works and is now the breadwinner in the home.
You stay home and keep the house clean, the laundry washed, and you prepare dinner for when your wife comes home. You spend your free time browsing the internet and playing video games, and sometimes looking for jobs in your area. You don't try all too hard to find a job, though. It is kind of nice to relax and do things you enjoy.
You told your wife about your medical fetish years ago. She would often indulge your desires by playing along with it. Sometimes she would dress up as a slutty nurse for sex. If you were lucky, she would have you lie on the bed while she donned disposable gloves to give you a gloved handjob. Some mornings she would lock your penis in a chastity cage, only to let you out later that night. Your wife had fun with it, but it was becoming draining.
It was draining for her because she always felt that she was doing something for you, as opposed to you serving her. Even the times she kept you in chastity, it wasn't about making her feel powerful. Afterall, it was your fetish, not hers.
She wouldn't tell you, but she was beginning to resent having to work to keep the bills paid while you sit on your ass all day. Sure, you do the laundry, but it's mostly your clothes anyways. Sure, you clean the house, but you wouldn't need to if you weren't the one making it dirty in the first place. The only thing she appreciates from you is always having dinner prepared for her when she gets home.
You had learned about the Bondage Asylum from forums on the internet. Everyone always seemed to have positive things to say about the institution. Most of the reviews came from accounts of women, who left glowing reviews about how they treated their husband or boyfriend.
Occasionally you saw reviews from men who claimed to have spent time there, always talking about how professional the environment is, and how nice the nurses are to the patients. There were the occasional reviews of men whose significant other stayed there, or women who stayed for a while. Any negative posts seem to get flagged and removed instantly by moderators, for misleading content.
One Thursday night, you mentioned what you had learned about the Bondage Asylum to your wife, who listened half interested.
You open with, "So I was reading a lot about this place on the south side of the city."
"Oh really? What about it?" Heather responds.
You start off quietly, "Well, you know how I have a thing for nurses and stuff?"
She exhales slowly and looks down at her food. "Yeah, Chris?"
"I found this place, and it looks kinda like something I would be interested in checking out."
You are a bit hesitant to say it. You can tell she was not thrilled that you were talking about more leisure for yourself, on top of the easy life you have right now.
"I'll take a look at it then. What's the place called?"
You pause before you say the name. "It's called the Bondage Asylum."
Your wife looks off to the side. "Oh."
That was a weird response
, you think to yourself.
You give it a few seconds before saying, "Umm, have you heard of it before?"
"Yeah. Yeah I have." She pauses for a moment before asking, "And you want to... go there?"
You respond "Kind of. I've been looking at it for a while, and it seems like a fun idea."
"I'll think about it then. Be a dear and wash my plate for me, while I go put on something more comfortable."
"Certainly!" You say, with a hint of enthusiasm. Even her saying she'd think about it is making you a little excited.
You happily wash the dishes. Afterall, you have been doing it ever since you were laid off. Doing the dishes, laundry, cleaning, etc. all fell on you, but you don't mind. She comes home from a hard day of work to put food on the table, so you might as well show that you are putting something into the relationship as well.
Heather silently approaches the doorframe of the kitchen, leaning on it with her arms crossed over her chest. You don't notice her come in, and continue scrubbing the food off the plates into the sink. She just stands in the doorway, watching you clean.
As you finish up the dishes, you turn around to put the stack of clean plates in the cabinet. Standing in the doorway is your wife, dressed in black laced lingerie, elbow length gloves, stockings running up her legs attached to a garter belt. Atop her head sits a black nurses cap, with a red cross on the front.
You stand still, saying nothing. Just looking her up and down, admiring the outfit she put on. You realize your jaw is dropped, and quickly close your mouth.
"So, you want to have some fun with some nurses huh?" She asks rhetorically.
Heather beckons you to follow her. "Follow me then, Chris." You cannot resist.
You follow her through the hallways, up the stairs, and toward your bedroom. Her lingerie clad ass swaying back and forth hypnotically. Your eyes never leave her figure on the walk to the bedroom. You follow her through the bedroom doorway, and your gaze is finally broken when you spot what is on the bed. You inhale quickly, very surprised at what lays before you.
The bedspread is covered with a clear plastic sheet, tucked into the underside of the bed on all sides. On each post of the bed frame, there is a medical looking restraint cuff, with a heavy strap anchoring it to the post. Your jaw drops for a second time, and Heather giggles at you.
"We'll see if you really want to stay at the Bondage Asylum, after tonight! Now, strip!"
You do as you are commanded, and take off your clothes, standing in front of your wife. She notices your semi erect penis and grins while looking at it. Placing each article of clothing into the dirty clothes hamper, you walk to the front of the bed and look to her for instructions.
"Lay down on your back, and place your arms and legs next to the cuffs."
You again obey her commands. Crawling over the plastic covered bed, you feel it crinkle and squeak under your weight. Turning over on your back, the plastic feels cool and smooth against your bare skin. As instructed, you place your arms and legs next to the medical bonds. Heather walks to your side, and fastens the first leather cuff around your right wrist.
"Good boy!"
She walks to the other side of the bed and again fastens the restraint on your left wrist.
"Now the legs!"
The restraints next to your legs are slightly larger than the ones around your wrist. Probably made to withstand the greater force from your lower half. She wraps the restraint around your left calf and tightens the belt, then repeating the process on the right calf. You are helpless to her will, now.
She says to herself, "I guess I shouldn't have put on the gloves, if I'm putting on a different pair anyways...whatever."
Out from her top dresser drawer, she pulls two light blue nitrile gloves from a box of a hundred.
