“How is my favourite patient today, hmmm?”

“Gggffhhmm Mifftreefff”

Rosa hummed happily into her gag as she felt her Mistress’ hands smooth and caress her hooded head. She was dressed in what she thought of now as her everyday patient attire. Her head was placed in a thick rubber hood, complete with an optional gag insert and blindfold. In this case of course, she had the rubber dildo of her training station in her mouth. She wore a straightjacket and leggings, both made of rubber, and was frogtied in place on her training sybian. Rosa could feel the twin plugs shift inside as she squirmed in place, eager to begin her treatment for the day.

Off to the side, towering above her in the same boots that Rosa had seen her in that first day they had met, Samantha Kendricks was absently stroking Rosa’s head as she consulted her clipboard. Her Mistress was a gorgeous woman, and was always kind and generous with Rosa. Even when Rosa didn’t perform as well as she ought to have, Doctor Kendricks administered her correction in as gentle a fashion as she could, making it clear to the girl that it was only the most necessary punishments that were applied.

For Rosa, this only brought her closer to her doctor and mistress. She had never encountered anyone like Doctor Kendricks, someone who cared about Rosa so deeply as to take her on and rescue her from the deep seated fears and anxieties she hadn’t even been aware of before meeting her Mistress. It took someone who was truly committed to their job, and truly wanted to help people like Rosa, to do something like that. Rosa was always eager to try to repay Mistress Samantha for that, and dutifully listened to the training tapes that repeated that concept. She was always to show proper gratitude towards her Mistress and the other staff members who were helping her. It was never a struggle with Rosa. She was so grateful.

She was a good girl.

“Glad to hear it sweetie.” Doctor Kendricks bent down and planted a gentle kiss against her forehead, “I wanted to stop by and check in on you. I know the Assessment Board was probably pretty stressful, hmm?”

“Ummm hmmm,” Rosa nodded as much as she could in her bondage, the collar around her neck preventing much movement.

“Excellent. Good girl.” Doctor Kendricks patted her absently as she made a few additional notes, “Well I’m going to get your rig set up for you, and we’ll get started for today! Just a little reminder, I’m in the room the whole time. There is no need to be concerned about anything apart from listening to your training and being the best slave you can be, right?”

“Yeeff Mifftriifff!” Rosa responded enthusiastically, squirming a little in anticipation.

Doctor Kendricks returned a moment later with the customized VR head rig that the Asylum had crated for Rosa, and secured it to the young woman’s head. Rosa’s world disappeared in blackness and numb deafness for a moment before the preset program kicked in to life.

A crackle in the headset let her know the training was about to begin, and Rosa began to dutifully suck on the rubber training dildo.

“Hello Slave 1350. You are making excellent progress in your treatment program. Suck. Pay attention to my words while you suck and get fucked. Repeat your mantra slave. Suck. Obey. Submit.”

Rosa babbled the words into the rubber dildo as she bobbed back and forth on it, moaning as the vibrators beneath her buzzed into a persistent, wonderful presence.

“Bondage is safety, slave. When you are in bondage you feel safe. You feel secure, only when bound and helpless. Outside of bondage is not safe for you. Slaves must always be restrained and collared. You are a slave. Repeat.”

“Aaahh mmmm aaa ssllkaffhh…” Rosa burbled, her eyes fixed on the picture that slowly began to form in front of her. A picture of sheer dominance. Gorgeous, piercing eyes. A female form clad in exquisite latex and leather. A smile that she ached to see each day. A picture of her Mistress. Of her saviour.

“You are a slave. Obey. You will always be kept securely bound and collared. You will feel grateful to your Mistress for keeping you here as her pet. Submit.”

Rosa moaned, sinking down more deeply onto the sybian, the plugs shifting further inside. Burying themselves deeply into her.

“Siiiiiiinnnnk into slavery. You need to be collared. Need to be owned. You know that you belong here. You know that you belong to Mistress Samantha. True freedom for you lies in a slave collar, in my bondage, and in kneeling before me in supplication and gratitude. Suck.”

Rosa’s head bobbed back and forth quicker now, burying most of the length of the dildo inside with each thrusting stroke. She felt a flicker of pride at how much of it was able to fit now, so much better than when she had first started. Inside the VR rig, she felt her eye misting once more, as they so often did, when she truly began to sink down into the wonderful region of subspace. The space that Doctor Kendricks had made possible by admitting her to this institution. She still got the shakes sometimes when she realized just how close she had come to missing out on all of this, on all the ways that Doctor Kendricks had to make her well again.

“I want you to concentrate on that, slave. Let everything else fall away. Suck. Clear your mind. Hold at the centre of your being your slavery. You submission to your Mistress. Submit. You are a slave. You need a collar. In your service to your Mistress, you will find true freedom. In becoming her property, you will finally be safe.”

Rosa moaned again, more deeply now as she often did. A deep well of gratitude welled up within her as she sucked, and sucked, and sucked. She gasped and moaned as the first orgasm of the session rocked over her, sending her into a frenzy of squirming and twisting and groaning in pleasure. But the vibrations didn’t stop. The mantra and training didn’t stop. And so Rosa didn’t stop. She kept sucking, because that’s what good girls did. What good slaves did. She began building towards another orgasm, because good slaves pleased their mistresses by obtaining pleasure when authorized to do so. And she listened. Oh how intently she listened to every word that filled her ear from Mistress Samantha. From her Doctor Kendricks, who was working so hard and so diligently to treat her illness.

“You must bury those parts of yourself that cause you anxiety and fear.” Samantha’s voice crooned, and Rosa moaned and nodded, “Independence is dangerous for a slave like you. Obey. Servitude and submission is how you will be protected. Your collar will remind you every moment that some things are best kept buried within yourself.”

Rosa squealed as a second orgasm was ripped from her, thrashing playfully against her bonds. Mistress Samantha had told her how much she enjoyed watching Rosa squirm and struggle during her treatment sessions, and Rosa always tried to make it worth her while.

“Sink into submission, sink into latex, bondage, and rubber. Bury your old self. Bury your freedom. Embrace servitude. Embrace slavery. Embrace bondage and my control over you…”

Rosa moaned as the voice continued, barely able to summon a thought apart from repeating her mantras. Apart from nodding and moaning, and feeling so, so thankful. This was her place. This was her role.

She was home…