Her uncle’s recording studio was perfect. The walls were already covered in noise canceling material, and once she pulled out all the studio equipment and nailed white sheets to the walls and floor, it perfectly encapsulated the look she was going for. A simple change of lighting from the low watt, energy efficient bulbs to bright fluorescent tubes that emitted a low hum was the final detail that really sold the look and feel of the small space.

Her uncle only visited the remote cabin once or twice a year, and with him out of the country, she had the place to herself for the foreseeable future. It was the idyllic getaway, tucked away in the mountains, overlooking a small lake. She hoped her guest would be ready to enjoy the view by the time the leaves started to change in the fall. But if she didn’t, there was always next year.

“This will be good for you,” Mindy told her sleeping companion. The sedatives had kept her sleeping peacefully in the trunk for the entire three-hour drive away from civilization. She was breathing peacefully under the tape gag Mindy had plastered over her luscious lips, in case she should wake up early. Mindy wasn’t taking chances. She gently stroked her face, brushing her auburn locks out of her eyes. She was beautiful, and none of the nasty rumors she spread about Mindy could change that. “I’m not crazy,” she whispered softly. “I’ll show you.”

She was smaller than her companion, but part of her lengthy preparation had been getting in shape, so as to better control the object of her affection. She slung the bound, unconscious girl over her shoulder, carrying her easily up the stairs, into the cabin, and finally into the converted studio.

“Don’t wake up before I’m ready,” she whispered, leaving her companion on the floor, her wrists and ankles still bound and her mouth still taped. Even still, she slid the heavy deadbolt, the final addition to the room, into place, before she left.

She turned the shower on and leaned against the sink, waiting for the cabin’s water heater to kick on. “You’re not crazy,” she reminded her reflection. “They’re all just jealous. But they’ll see. They’ll understand. Even if they don’t, it won’t matter. SHE’LL understand.”

Slowly steam started to fill the bathroom, fogging the mirror. She pressed her finger to the glass, slowly writing out a message.

Mindy ❤ Cecily

Smiling, she stripped off her clothes and climbed into the shower, letting the hot water wash everything away. All the dirt and sweat swirled around the drain, and with it all her worries and second thoughts.

Clean and dressed, she returned to her sleeping guest. Careful not to wake her, Mindy gently untied her and peeled her out of her clothes. She savored it. She’d seen her in various states of undress before; when they were back in high school changing together, watching her run at the gym in her tight booty shorts and sports bra, spying on her tanning by the pool in just a bikini. But this was different. Her body that she’d longed to touch was right there. She couldn’t resist feeling her breasts, risking waking her as she wrapped both hands around the boobs she’d fantasized about for years. Mindy left her panties on, a tight like green pair that hugged her curves, saving that last mystery for when her crush awakened.

It seemed like a shame to cover her up again so quickly, but the next time the sleeping girl took her clothes off, she’d want to. She’d want to be with Mindy.

The straitjacket was a perfect fit. Custom ordered to the girl’s exact specifications, the canvas garment fit like a glove, even before she started cinching up the straps. Her arms wrapped around her body in a tight embrace, pushing her boobs up. The final strap was threaded between her legs and pulled snug against the thin layer of fabric shielding her intimate places.

Mindy propped her sitting up in one corner of the small room and then held the smelling salts under her nose.

The girl woke with a start, blinking against the harsh light in the white room, trying in vain to bring her arms up to shield her eyes.

“Wha— where am I?”

“Good morning, Cecily.”

The girl squinted up at the figure towering above her, still limited to a silhouette as her eyes adjusted. Slowly Mindy came into focus, the blonde smiling down at her, dressed in a crisp, white nurse’s uniform, and the girl’s eyes widened. “Mindy?! What are you doing here?” She looked down as she tried to raise her arms again. “Did you kidnap me?!”

Mindy knelt before her, easily catching her legs when the surprised girl tried to kick her. “Silly Cecily. I didn’t kidnap you. You had to be admitted, and I’m here to oversee your therapy.”

“Get the fuck away from me, you crazy bitch.”

Mindy’s smiled turned downward into a frown. “I’m not crazy. You shouldn’t have told people that— shouldn’t tell people that. I’m not crazy!”

Cecily’s blue eyes darted around the room, taking in the white padded walls, the single, closed exit. “Where am I?” she repeated.

“The same place you told everyone I was last summer.”

“The psychiatric hospital?” she asked, unsure.

Anger flashed across Mindy’s eyes at the mere mention. “No,” she said flatly. “A place where you’re going to get better.”

“What?! You can’t keep me here!”

Mindy pulled a ball gag out of her pocket, grabbing a thick leather strap in each hand and ramming the red rubber sphere into Cecily’s mouth, cutting her off. “I can and will. I’m going to help you!” Her voice was rising as she yanked her patient’s head forward so she could fasten the gag behind her neck. Cecily thrashed underneath her, kicking her legs. She got her knee into Mindy’s ribs, hard enough to knock the smaller girl off her, but it was too late, the gag was already secured in her mouth.

Mindy pulled herself to her feet, rubbing her side while Cecily glared up at her. “Ooo uffinngh biffff!”

“I’m not going to get mad at you,” Mindy said, taking deep breaths. “You just need some time to come to terms with this.”

“Lemmmphh mmeeephh goommf!” Cecily roared, drool spilling down her chin.

“You just need to relax, Cecily,” Mindy straightened her uniform and crouched down in front of her crush, just out of reach of Cecily’s wildly kicking legs. “Do you know what helps me relax?” She leaned forward, catching both of Cecily’s ankles, and spreading her legs as she inched forward.

“Unnnn unnnn!”

“I can help you,” she said, scootching closer, until her knees touched Cecily’s inner thighs. It felt right. “Since you can’t really do that yourself, at least while you have to wear that straitjacket. I can help you, you just have to ask.” Mindy reached forward, her fingertips grazing the crotch strap.

Cecily swung her free leg and kicked her kidnapper, her heel connecting with the side of Mindy’s head. “Dnnnmmphh tmmcphh mmeepphh!”

Mindy scrambled back, rubbing her head. It hurt, but she didn’t mind the pain. She got up, opening the door behind her. “I can wait. I’ve got all the time in the world to wait for you.”

“Nnnnphh!” Cecily growled, scrambling to try and get her feet under her. She dove forward, only to slam into the door just as her captor shut it, locking her in the padded room.

Mindy leaned against the other side of the door. Even through the padded sound proofing, she could hear the thud of her patient slamming against the door. She could feel the door tremble under the blows, but it was a solid door, and the straitjacketed girl inside could wail on it for hours and it would be in no danger of breaking.

Setting a timer for two hours, Mindy made herself comfortable. The camera she’d installed projected the view of the impromptu padded cell directly onto her uncle’s humongous flat screen TV, and Mindy kicked off her four-inch heels and sunk deep into the comfy leather sofa with a glass of fine scotch to watch her patient’s progression. She’d have to do something with Cecily’s legs, but in the meantime it was certainly fun to watch, as the girl rolled onto her back and tried to open the door with her bare feet. She had great legs, and watching her toned calves flex and tighten while she tried to wrap her feet around the knob was riveting to watch.

Mindy turned up the volume, basking in the grunts and moans of exertion Cecily was making. She dropped the remote, her hand wandering between her legs.

She’d loved Cecily from the moment she saw her, before she even knew she was a lesbian. That statuesque beauty had been nice to her, the awkward new girl, more welcoming than the rest of the school combined it seemed. For two whole years, Mindy had worshipped her from a safe distance, content to just be this goddess’s friend, until that finally wasn’t enough. She’d had a perfect window. Cecily had just broken up with one of her meathead boyfriends, one of the dumb jocks that could never appreciate her the way Mindy did. It was right before Senior Prom, and Mindy finally worked up the courage to ask her out.

Mindy rubbed her clit harder, her brow furrowed, her jaw set. If only she’d had the words to articulate how she felt then, it would have gone better. She could have made Cecily understand how she felt, and Cecily would have realized how they were meant to be together. She wouldn’t have rejected Mindy, and Mindy would have taken all those pills, she wouldn’t have ended up in the hospital, and everyone wouldn’t have called her crazy, and spread hateful rumors about her being committed to a mental institution.

She grabbed her sensitive bundle of nerves between her long, red painted fingernails, pinching. Pain exploded through her core, but she kept pinching, digging her nails in until she drew blood. She’d fucked up, and risked losing Cecily forever. She’d been stupid and reckless, coming out to her before they’d both been ready, and now she was forced to go to these extreme measures.

Mindy kept pinching until she was on the verge of blacking out from the pain before she stopped, staring and her bloody fingers. “Fuck,” she muttered, dipping her fingers in the scotch to clean them. “It’s alright,” she told herself, her blood slowing dissipating into the Amber liquid, darkening it. “You made a mistake. You can fix it. There’s no need to punish yourself,” she repeated Dr. Hewitt’s advice. She sucked the scotch off her fingers, faint notes of copper suffusing the peaty flavor. On screen, Cecily had given up trying to open the door and looked to be focused on trying to escape the straitjacket. She tried on the floor, she tried from a standing position, alternating between trying to finesse, rolling her shoulders about, and savagely yanking on the straps that held her arms in a tight self-embrace. Cecily was very fit and athletic; she’d been captain of the volleyball team and she ran track, but she was no contortionist. She could fight for years and never escape that jacket on her own. Mindy hoped it wouldn’t take that long.

She couldn’t wait to start their life together.