“Name and business?” The woman behind the small kiosk in the lobby arched a polite eyebrow.

“Oh, uhm, Rosa Andrews Ma’am, student reporter?” Rosa couldn’t help but attach a small lilt to the last word, as though questioning her job. She smothered it with a nervous grin, “I, uh, I had called about writing a piece on Mercy Asylum?”

The woman, dressed in a slightly dated white nurse’s uniform tinged with red looked down at the small computer. She absently tucked a stray bit of sandy blonde hair back underneath her nurse’s cap, and gave Rosa another polite smile. She tapped in a few commands as Rosa stood rocking back and forth on her feet, nervous energy coursing through her. She had been privately fascinated by the Asylum, ever since moving into the nearby city. That is sat on the outskirts, and that she was never entirely sure what went on there besides lunatics being made well…well, everything about it just screamed for an adventurous girl such as herself to go poking around.

“Ah, here we are.” The nurse, whose name Rosa had completely missed earlier, drew her attention back up as she set a clipboard with some paperwork down on the desk in front of her, “Rosa Andrews, local student reporter from the university…let’s see…” She tapped another command and then her smile lit her eyes briefly, “Ah, you’re in luck Ms. Andrews! Our Head of Treatment Dr. Samantha Kendricks actually just got free from a Patient Assessment Board. If you’d like I can slot you in…?”

“Oh yes!” Rosa pipped up, a grin suffusing her face, “That would be wonderful! I really want to get a handle on how Mercy Asylum has such a phenomenal record!”

The nurse gave a small smile and patted Rosa’s hand, “Well Dr. Kendricks is the perfect one to instruct you then. I’ve sent her a ping, so just have a seat and take a look over those disclosure forms while you wait. We take the security and privacy of our patients very seriously.”

Rosa thanked her again with a happy smile and trotted back over to her seat. The forms were indeed quite comprehensive and intensive. Rosa read the main document carefully, signing in all the appropriate places. The stack though was not as large as she had thought. About a third of it ended up being annexes of one sort or another. Further explanations if she required it. Just as she was beginning to turn to them, the doors of the hallway opened and a woman stepped through. Rosa quickly forgot about the remainder of the paperwork as she took her in. That had to be Dr. Kendricks.

She was dressed professionally enough, with the white lab coat of a doctor and a sensible top, though her pants were black and shiny, with knee high boots that had to be her streetwear. There was no way that could be what she wore when seeing patients, it was far too…well, fetishy. But, Rosa supposed, she had been meant to be leaving now, so maybe she had been halfway through dressing. Her brown hair was up in a professional ponytail, that still hung down in all the right places to frame her neck and face. Dark brown eyes seemed to drink Rosa in, and a confident smile sprouted.

“Ah, you must be the intrepid young journalist,” Kendricks’ voice was silky smooth, and it sent a slight shiver running down Rosa’s spine. God she wanted that woman to whisper to her all sorts of…Eeek! She gave her head a shake. Now was most certainly not the time to indulge!

Rather than a throaty growl of desire, which is what she wanted to give, instead Rosa managed to stammer out, “I…Uh, I don’t know about intrepid, but…um, yes.”

She flushed a little and toyed with her hair as Kendricks chuckled, “Oh nonsense! I’m sure you’ve got an excellent nose for news. And how could you not be intrepid when you’re visiting the myssterrrious Mercy Asylum…” the doctor made some spooky motions with her fingers and then laughed again as Rosa let out a snort of relieved laughter, “Shall we go in?”

“Oh yes!” Rosa grabbed the paperwork, hurriedly signing her name on the final page and then deposited it with the nurse who gave her a much warmer “thank you” than her previous polite talk. Rosa found she had to trot to keep up with Kendricks’ long stride, and it took a few moments to come up next to her as they went deeper into the building.

“So, uhm, is it alright if I start, Doctor?”

“So polite!” Kendricks smiled at her, “Of course you may young lady.”

Rosa flushed a little, that feeling down her spine not going away with every sultry whisper of the doctor’s voice. Focus. She had to focus. She cleared her throat, “So this place seems like a black box from the outside. I mean, I’ve lived in town for close to a decade, and the only thing we ever hear are the odd rumour. Is that deliberate?”

“Oh of course!” Kendricks gave a confident nod, slowly her pace slightly as they left the initial hallway and began moving through a maze of corridors clearly containing the administration of the facility, “Our patients, the poor boys and girls who are given over to our care, come to us because of our absolute professionalism and discretion. The only way we are able to properly treat the various delusions and deficiencies in our patients is if there is an established bond.” She paused for a moment, smiling, “Trust, Ms Andrews. The foundation of our treatments. So we do not mean to loom in a foreboding manner, but such are the requirements of what we do here.”

“What sort of problems do your patients have?” Rosa was scribbling as she walked, trying to ensure she kept up physically and in her reporting.

“Oh we treat all sorts.” Kendricks said airily, “All manner of mental, emotional, sometimes even verging on the spiritual. Our patients often present unique problems to themselves and others, often why they get referred here in the first place. I cannot discuss specifics of course…”

“Of course,” Rosa murmured as she continued to write.

“But it would not be telling tales out of turn were I to describe a few cases as examples I suppose.” Kendricks tapped her chin thoughtfully for a moment, rounding a corner and heading for a door at the end of the hallway, “A particular mental challenge has sprung up in more recent years, especially among the younger demographics we occasionally get here. Feelings of restlessness, helplessness, significant stress, that sort of thing. Especially with the way society and the world at large are going, a number of people have begun to suffer from these issues in a particularly acute fashion.”

Kendricks paused for a moment as though searching for the right words, “Our intention is to ensure every one of our patients is able to realize the wonderful potential locked within them. Whatever the blockages, we aim to overcome them not by battering the problem, and thus the patient, into the ground. No, Ms Andrews,” Kendricks opened the door and took a step through beckoning her to follow, “Our treatments are designed to identify the particular affinities within each patient and use those as internal anchors. This ensures that their delusions and psychoses are overcome from the inside out. It makes for a more permanent solution.”

“But how do you identify those? I can’t imagine your patients would be able to rationally explain their problems and their strengths right?” Rosa asked, entering the room. It was a comfortable enough place with a large oak desk and plush armchairs around the desk. Off to one side another large armchair and a psychiatrists couch were arrayed, with a couple of end tables to either side of the couch. The décor was…warm. Comforting. Exactly the sort of thing that would make almost anyone feel at ease and relaxed. Kendricks headed over to one of the seats near the desk, but paused at the last questions and turned back to Rosa.

“You are correct of course.” She gave a small sigh, “Occasionally we do receive a patient who is at least partly aware of their problems and eager from the get go to help the staff in their treatment.” She shook her head and then gave Rosa a regretful smile, “Alas, most of our patients do indeed begin as rather hostile individuals. Occasionally up to the point of violence against staff members. So our initial treatments of them must revolve around encouraging calm, discipline, and moderation. From there we can begin to identify certain triggers and pleasures which help in designing training plans.”

“You…you restrain them then?” Rosa asked slowly, feeling a thrill. Of course they restrained patients. It was a bloody asylum after all. But…ooohhh, she wanted to hear Doctor Kendricks say it with that voice of hers.

Kendricks looked at her closely for a moment, and then nodded, “As required. Some of our patients are able to get through most of their day with the most basic of restraints. Purely for protection of themselves and staff. Others…” She sighed again and gave a helpless shrug, “Others require rather intensive restraint. Though, oddly enough, that actually seems to help achieve some of the calming exercises we conduct early on.”

“Really?” Rosa’s heart fluttered a little, “How can that be?” She had come to stand rather close to the couch, and Kendricks looked at her pensively for a few moments. Long enough for Rosa to begin to shuffle awkwardly. Then the doctor smiled.

“I think for something like this, an external explanation doesn’t really cut it. Why don’t I show you?”

Rosa’s heart hammered, and she had to concentrate to make certain her voice didn’t crack or falter, “Show me? Like, ah, like I was a patient?”

“Yes.” Kendricks made a shooing motion, “Oh now, not the worst offenders. The violent ones. No they are in a special category. I was thinking perhaps running you through an introductory session? The sort that the majority of our patients experience upon being admitted. It is a trifle strange, I grant you, but our methods have yet to fail.”

“You mean all of your patients recover?” Rosa asked, impressed despite herself. Her own research for most mental institutions was quite clear that the average facility was never able to cure everyone. Some people were just too dangerous and had to be kept inside permanently. If Mercy Asylum could really cure anyone…it really was a revolutionary treatment!

“Haven’t lost a single one yet,” Kendricks said proudly, “Now, would you like to have a go?”

Rosa nodded, hardly daring to speak lest the tremble in her voice give her away. The doctor turned away from her and went back behind the desk, where Rosa could just barely make out a large chest. As she opened it her voice came sailing back through the air, sultry and commanding, “Why don’t you strip down then Ms Andrews. There should be a pair of black shorts on one of the end tables. Please wear those and nothing else.”

“Uh, isn’t that a bit much?” Rosa stuttered, already halfway through shimmeying her jeans down.

“Nonsense. The straightjacket you’ll be wearing will keep you decent never fear. And I want you to experience the full sense of the introductory session. That way you’ll understand why it is so successful.”

Rosa trembled with anticipation as she stripped. A voice in her head was telling her this was weird, that she should just stick to her questions. Why didn’t she just ask to see some of the patients, and that way she could scratch this kinky itch of hers. The rest of her mind jumped up and down on that voice. There was an opportunity here to have Dr Samantha Kendricks, she of the silky, sexy voice and gorgeous body, bind her up. No matter how clinical and professional it was, it would still be…something. Something wonderful, Rosa had no doubt. She shimmied the black shorts up her legs, discovering with a shiver that they were made out of slippery latex.

Kendricks came back over, a large black mass of leather held in one hand, the other with a small notebook and pencil. She gave Rosa a winning smile, which did much to melt the apprehension that the young student felt. “You are a beautiful woman Rosa, there’s no shame in that.” Rosa flushed at the compliment, and then held out her hands, “Let’s do this! You don’t mind if I ask you questions though?”

“By all means!” the doctor assured her, “I don’t need quiet until you are fully bound, so ask away.”

Rosa began to pepper the gorgeous doctor with an array of her ore-prepared questions. When the Asylum was founded, number of staff and patients, average length of patient stay, and all manner of technical details. As she asked her questions the leather straightjacket was pressed over her arms, and engulfed her torso. Kendricks answered readily enough as she began buckling the straightjacket in place, eventually grabbing both of Rosa’s arms and forcing her into the traditional ‘hug’ that the bondage item required. Half a dozen straps secured the back of the device, including her arms. Additional straps were secured around Rosa’s upper thighs, and then in between her legs to ensure the garment didn’t slip. Rosa had halted her questions as these final straps were buckled snug, and couldn’t help but gasp with the final one.

“W-wow, these…this is…really something…” She squirmed a little in her bonds, “So this is, um, standard for patients then?”

“Sort of,” Kendricks guided her backwards to sit down on the couch, and then settled herself on the chair nearby, “The material can be changed, depending on how well the patients react. Our treatments focus on ensuring the patients are warded from outside stimuli. That they can concentrate on themselves without interruption. So leather is one material, but we also use canvas, or latex as well. Occasionally rubber I suppose.” Kendricks smiled, “Now, shall we continue?”

Rosa nodded, settling herself back into the couch. She couldn’t help continue squirming against her leather bondage, thrilling in secret at being tied up by the sexy doctor. She bit at her lip a little as she felt the straps against her thighs and mound shift most pleasingly as she moved, and blushed a little as Kendricks cleared her throat. She flicked her eyes up to see a knowing smile on Kendricks’ face, and blushed further. The doctor patted her comfortingly.

“Don’t worry my dear, plenty of folks react that way. And no one need know of it anyhow. I am rather adept at keeping secrets like that.” She winked at Rosa, and the young student chuckled in relief. “Now, shall we continue?”

“Continue?”

“Well I’m going to run you through some of our calming techniques we use in our introductory sessions. The chief one being soothing hypnosis.” Kendricks brought up a rather strange looking crystal that glimmered and sparkled in the warm light of the office.

“Uhhh…”

“You have no reason to be alarmed,” Kendricks’ voice was calm. Silkily soothing. A comforting smile was directed at Rosa, and a lovely hand patted her restrained arms, “Hypnosis is not dangerous, provided its used by a professional, and it offers a calming method of putting a patient at ease in order to discuss the issues that need to be discussed in a safe and comforting environment.”

Rosa nodded, a trifle uncertainly, and Kendricks pressed her gently back into the soft embrace of the couch, “Don’t worry hun, this is all therapeutic. Trust me, and relaaaaaaax…”

She began to swing the crystal back and forth, murmuring to Rosa, “Relaaaaax. Deep breaths iiiiiinnnn, and ouuuuuutt. Empty your mind. Clear it of all distractions. Just focus on my voice, and the crystal. The leather will protect you. Keep you safe. You can relaaaaaaax…”

Rosa smiled a little as Dr Kendricks began to repeat her words like a mantra, an almost chanting tone coming over them. It was relaxing enough, though she was confident it wasn’t going to be anything more than that. She had seen a few hypnosis shows in her day, and they had always left her rather underwhelmed. But Kendricks’ voice was nice. Very soothing. And, in combination with the snug hug that the straightjacket imposed on her, it was rather relaxing. Her eyes tracked the oddly shining crystal. The light was really beautiful when it refracted off of it. She wondered at that. She wanted to ask about it. But…it seemed rather rude to interrupt Dr. Kendricks when she wasn’t done with her silly little hypno session. Rosa would wait. She could watch and relax, and then get back to her questions. She had time. All sorts of time.

“Relaaaaax. Deep breaths iiiiiinnnn, and ouuuuuutt. Empty your mind. You enjoy being bound. Clear it of all distractions. It turns you on to be…restrained. Just focus on my voice, and the crystal. The leather will protect you. Keep you safe. Keep you bound to me. You can relaaaaaaax…”

Rosa’s eyes continued to track the swaying crystal, a slight glazed look coming over them. She felt the warm sensations trickle through her body as she squirmed again against the leather. God that felt hot. She’d never realized how good it felt to be bound like this. Genuinely helpless and yet…safe. Secure in the knowledge that Dr. Kendricks was in control. Watching over her. Protecting her. The mantra continued to wash over her.

“Relaaaaax. Deep breaths iiiiiinnnn, and ouuuuuutt. You enjoy my control of you. Empty your mind. You enjoy being bound. Clear it of all distractions. It turns you on to be…restrained. Just focus on my voice, and the crystal. You will obey my commands. The leather will protect you. Keep you safe. Keep you bound to me. You can relaaaaaaax…”

Rosa made little burbling sounds of contentment as she felt herself settle more deeply back into the couch. She couldn’t recall being more relaxed in her life. Dr. Kendricks’ words just seemed to make everything better, and their continued flow and gentle pace eased any nascent worries she might have had. She couldn’t even imagine feeling stressed about anything. She was protected here. Her straightjacket made sure of that, and Dr. Kendricks besides would make sure no one could get to her. Rosa realized she had a vague fear of someone getting her from this, of taking her away. But no…no, Dr Kendricks wouldn’t let that happen. She wouldn’t let Rosa be taken away. She would keep her and protect her.

“Relaaaaax. Deep breaths iiiiiinnnn, and ouuuuuutt. Now lovely girl, when I snap my fingers you will enter a deeply relaxed state. You are safe here with me. You will let go of all your cares and concerns and simply…relax. In this deeply relaxed state you will answer some questions for me. You will please me with honest answers to these questions. You want to please me. Say ‘Yes Doctor Kendricks.’”

Rosa’s mouth moved as though it had a mind of its own, “Yes Doctor Kendricks.”

“I want to please you Doctor Kendricks.”

“I want to please you Doctor Kendricks.” Of course Rosa wanted to please her, what sort of silly consideration was that to think she wouldn’t? Doctor Kendricks was the one keeping her safe after all. She was the one who had given Rosa the straightjacket to protect her. She was the one who would make sure Rosa wasn’t taken away. Because that, Rosa realized, was what she was becoming afraid of now. She didn’t want to be taken away from her safe place.

“Relaaaaax. Deep breaths iiiiiinnnn, and ouuuuuutt. And threeee…twoooo…oneee…” The doctor snapped her fingers and Rosa felt herself go still and calm. Safe and serene. It felt wonderful. She distantly heard the doctor fiddling with something and then gently speaking. No questions were being asked of her yet though, so she could just listen. Like she was supposed to do, because Doctor Kendricks wanted it.

“This is Dr. Kendricks conducting Patient Intake. Prospective patient presented with anxiety during initial discussions and eagerness to try treatment.” A soft hand briefly touched Rosa’s knee, and the girl thrilled at the contact, “Sweetheart can you tell me your name?”

“Rosa Andrews, Doctor.”

“Now that you are experiencing treatment, how do you feel?”

“Amazing.” Rosa breathed the word, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt better. More at peace.”

The soft hand patted her, and the doctor’s soothing voice came back, “I’m glad to hear that Rosa. Now I want you to tell me how comfortable you would feel being freed from your current restraints.”

Rosa felt herself shrink back into the couch, almost trying to hug the straightjacket to her, “No. No, no, no, I’m safe here. I don’t want…I can’t…don’t make me leave, please don’t…”

“Shhhhhh…” Kendricks’ voice broke through the babbling as it began to approach a frantic level, “It’s alright Rosa, I won’t remove the restraints. Just relaaaaaxxx. Deep breaths sweetie, you’re doing so well.”

Rosa nodded and began to breathe like the doctor had told her too. Her heart, so recently jacked up by the fear of being released back into the dangerous world, was rapidly returning to normal. Her eyes were shut and she gave a small contented moan as she settled back down.

“Doctor Kendricks here again. Patient presents with extreme anxiety at being released at this time. She seems to have attached herself specifically to me as a protector figure. I believe it may be best to retain her here at Mercy Asylum. Rosa?” Kendricks’ hand patted the girl’s knee again, “Would you feel better if you stayed here with me?”

“OH yes, please Doctor.” Rosa murmured happily, “I don’t…I can’t leave. It’s not safe to leave.” She heard a slight tremble in her voice, “Please don’t make me go.”

“Shhhhh…it’s alright Rosa.” Kendricks’ silky voice was gentle. Reassuring, “I’m not going to make you leave. You can stay here as long as you want, alright?”

Rosa felt the doctor squeeze her knee reassuringly, and then continue to talk. Not to her though, so Rosa didn’t have to pay attention that much. She could just…drift…

“Doctor Kendricks here once more. Patient appears to calm when told she will be staying here. Making notation here for a proper examination next week when a PAB can sit. For now I will temporarily take responsibility for Ms. Rosa Andrews. Temporary patient number 1350.” Rosa distantly heard the click of a button, and then the doctor’s hands returned to caress her bound form.

“You did so well Rosa. I’m very proud of you.”

Rosa felt happiness surge up within her at those words, and she smiled with her eyes remaining closed.

“Now pay attention because I’m going to tell you a few more things you need to remember if you’re going to be a good girl for me.” Rosa felt Kendricks’ hands massaging her face and neck, and she couldn’t help but moan slightly as she nodded sleepily. She would remember. She would be good.

“Relaaaaax. Deep breaths iiiiiinnnn, and ouuuuuutt. You are now a patient of Mercy Asylum. As long as you are a patient with us, you will be protected. You will obey my commands. You will be kept in bondage, always. The bondage will protect you. Keep you safe. Keep you bound to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes Doctor,” Rosa’s voice answered. She felt so calm. So at peace. She was a patient. Finally. This was where she needed to be.

“Good girl. Relaaaaax. Deep breaths iiiiiinnnn, and ouuuuuutt. Patients at Mercy Asylum sometimes get called different things. You may hear yourself referred to as a slave, or a slut, or a pet. Those words just mean patient. You enjoy my control of you. Since you are a patient, you are also a slave, a slut, a pet. Do you understand?”

“Yes Doctor.”

“Good girl.” Rosa felt the soft warm hands of her protector stroking her face, “Relaaaaax. Deep breaths iiiiiinnnn, and ouuuuuutt. When we are alone, you will use my proper title which is Mistress Samantha. It’s just like calling me Doctor Kendricks, but just for you. You will obey all my commands, and submit to me. I am the only one who can protect you. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress Samantha.”

“Good girl. Now, I am going to snap my fingers again. When I do you will remember all of these commands, all of these rules, as the most important things to keep in your life. You will know that only I can protect you. Only I can help make you better. You will feel like the luckiest girl in the world to have found me.”

Snap

Rosa shuddered. She couldn’t believe how close that had been. How she had almost been thrust back out into a dangerous world. She opened her eyes, and felt a few tears bubble over the edges to streak down her cheeks. In a quiet, shaking voice, she managed, “Thank you Mistress Samantha. I… I can’t…”

“Hush now, shhhhh.” Doctor Kendricks, Mistress Samantha, stood up from her chair and settled down next to her on the couch, embracing her and hugging her close, “it’s alright sweetie. I know. I know. You’re safe now. You’re safe.” Rosa moaned in relief, her mind quieting as she was embraced. “I will never let any harm come to you now, so long as you stay with me. You know that right?”

Rosa nodded into her Mistress’ breast, pressing her face into her. She was her safety. Her happy place.

Samantha gently levered her up so that she could wipe a few remaining tears from Rosa’s eyes, “Now, we need to get you settled in for your first programming session ok? I want you to be brave for me, alright? I’ll be in the room the whole time.”

Rosa nodded, giving her mistress as brave a smile as she could muster. She owed it to her after all. Mistress Samantha had saved her. And would keep saving her. She just had to be good.

Samantha leaned over and popped open the sidetable nearest to her, and drew out a small cloth sack. She spilled the contents out, a gleaming black leather collar, leash, and blindfold. Samantha patted Rosa reassuringly, and then held up the collar, “Let’s get your patient collar locked on, and then we can head into my treatment office.”

Rosa presented her neck, and flushed with bashful pride when her Mistress murmured “Good girl” as the leather was locked around her throat. Her breath caught as the blindfold cut off her sight, but a reassuring arm squeeze from her Mistress calmed her. The leash snapped on and then tugged her to her feet. And then began tugging her forward and away. She followed trustingly behind, blindly relying on her protector to keep her safe. The slight creak of a door announced their passage from one room, one world, to the next.

Samantha guided her farther in and then halted her, using her hands to encourage Rosa to step over something, “Now sweetie, I’m going to cut away your shorts and loosen the crotch strap. Part of your initial treatment uses therapeutic rubber inserts. They aid in concentrating the mind on important things. You’re going to be a good girl for me, right?”

Rosa nodded blindly in the dark, and in short order she felt the crotch strap loosen, and the shorts fall away. Samantha’s hand returned, slick with lubricant, which she slathered liberally in between Rosa’s thighs. Rosa had never heard of therapeutic dildos and butt plugs before, but then, she’d only just discovered the safety of bondage. Mistress Samantha was so kind to be helping her like this, taking the time to keep her safe and try to cure her of her anxiety. Rosa could hardly guess how she’d managed to function all these years before finding her Mistress. She…

“Ooooooooooo…” Rosa moaned as she was gently pressed down onto a hump of leather covered material. Jutting up from it were the promised dildo and buttplug, also slick with lube. Both of them slid slowly inside of her, filling her up and making her moan and twitch in pleasure. She squirmed in her straightjacket for a few moments, reveling in just how safe and secure, and turned on she was feeling. Rosa felt Samantha pat her head lovingly, “Now pet, I want you to open your mouth. Next part of this training.”

Rosa obediently opened her mouth and after a few moments tasted rubber as another dildo was pressed into her. Just an inch or so inside, enough to fit her mouth around without filling it. She felt her leash suddenly grow taut as it was fixed to something in front of her, making sure that she could only draw this far back, and couldn’t free her mouth from the rubber phallus. But that was alright. Mistress Samantha wanted her to have this in her mouth, so it was for the best. Rosa felt large thick earphones being fitted over her head, and moaned in apprehension as her hearing was almost totally cut off by the noise cancelling headset. A moment later, the speakers within crackled to life.

“Relaaaax, pet. It’s alright. This is part of your treatment.” Rosa felt herself almost instantly calm in reaction to Samantha’s voice, “Good girl. Now, the purpose of this is to really make you concentrate on yourself, and your feelings. I think you’ll find more success in listening to some of the programming if you have an activity to busy part of your mind with. So while you listen to my recording, I want you to suck the dildo in your mouth. Do you think you can do that for me, slave?”

Rosa nodded as much as she could with her collar and the dildo keeping her more or less in place. Her Mistress laughed, and Rosa smiled around the rubber cock. She was making her Mistress happy. That was important.

“Good girl. I’m also going to turn on the vibrators in your friends beneath you. Because you’ve been such a good girl you are free to orgasm as much as you want while you listen, ok?”

“Ffhank oouu Iffftressfhh.”

“You’re very welcome slave. Now, make sure you pay attention to my words while you suck and get fucked. That’s important slave. Suck. Obey. Submit.” The crackling in the earbuds inside the headset disappeared, and Rosa began to bob her head back and forth, sucking on the rubber intruder. For a few minutes she was sucking in almost complete silence, when the vibrators kicked on beneath her with a muffled growl and her Mistress’ recorded voice came back in.

“Hello slave. If you are listening to this, then I have assessed that you require treatment here at Mercy Asylum. Suck. You have demonstrated extreme anxiety outside of the embrace of bondage. Obey. So for the duration of your stay here you will be kept securely bound and collared. Submit.”

Rosa moaned in gratitude as she sucked. She was so glad her Mistress was looking after her.

“Your treatment here will be focused on realizing your full potential. Slave. You are anxious outside of bondage because, in point of fact, you are a submissive. Suck.” Samantha’s recorded voice dripped empathy and understanding, “Submissives like you need to be kept in bondage. Obey. Need to be collared. Submit. Need to be owned by a Mistress…like me. The supposed freedom you endured before coming here was oppressing you. Only through bondage, only through wearing a slave collar, will you truly be free.”

Rosa moaned, nodding along. She felt her eyes prickling once again. Of course. Of course she was submissive. Of course she needed an owner. How had she ever thought otherwise?

“I want you to concentrate on that, slave. Let everything else fall away. Suck. Clear your mind, and hold at the centre your true identity as a slave. Submit. You area slave. You need a collar. Through slavery, you will be made free.”

Rosa moaned once more, feeling a deep welling of gratitude as she listened to her Mistress’ voice continuing to instruct her. She sucked, because that’s what good girls were meant to do, she orgasmed, because Mistress Samantha had told her she could, and she listened, because that’s how she was going to be made well again.

Doctor Samantha Kendricks stood next to her latest project for a time, running her hands lightly over her as the girl moaned, sucked, and orgasmed her way into slavery. From the moment she had seen her on the security cams coming up the drive of the Asylum, Samantha had wanted her. Nurse Roberts, bless her, had already assumed the girl would be checked in as a patient and had ensured she was given the appropriate paperwork. So far as the world was concerned, should anyone check in, the paperwork and Samantha’s own assessment recording would make it clear that the girl had checked in for treatment of her own free will.

The doctor smiled as the girl below her wailed in pleasure with her first orgasm. How unfortunate that she suffered from such anxiety, and with such a protector complex when it came to her Doctor Kendricks, that Rosa Andrews would require her close personal supervision for the foreseeable future. It would be years and years before Doctor Kendricks could hope to progress towards curing her. For the time being, she could only ensure her anxieties were addressed through Mercy Asylum’s tried and true treatments.

Samantha gave a final pat to Rosa’s head and turned back towards her desk. She settled in the plush chair behind it, where she could keep an eye on her new slave, and noted conversationally, “You may begin.”

A hooded head, attached to an entirely rubber covered body, edged out from under her desk. The boy was bound in a rubber straightjacket, with a full hood, leaving only his mouth free. He was collared with a thick rubber collar as well, with a tag dangling from it proclaiming Samantha’s ownership of him. Samantha gripped the slave’s head and guided it between her thighs, flicking open the access as she did so. There was no hesitation, and Samantha made a mental note to reward Patient 1081 with an orgasm tonight. She was feeling rather randy, perhaps she would even take him to bed with her. He had been another adorably shy patient, snagged via hypnosis. Like Patient 1350, formerly Ms Rosa Andrews, he was a personal project. For four years she had treated him, with all manner of intensive methods. His quality of life had gone up, and he had improved mentally as well. Alas though, she mused with a grin, so too had his dependence on her for his own feelings of security, happiness, and calm.

It was a heavy duty, cultivating submissives properly. But someone needed to take them in hand after all. The world was far too cruel, had been to them, and would be again. But Doctor Samantha Kendricks would keep them safe. No one would hurt her precious patients ever again. She massaged the top of her slave’s hooded head, smiling as a faint moan came from between her thighs. No one would hurt her precious patients ever again. Here they would stay, safe, secure, and submissive.

After all, Samantha had their best interests at heart.