Doctor Samantha Kendricks strode through the front doors of Mercy Asylum, coffee travel mug in hand, and sucked in a deep appreciative breath. She adored her work, adored this place, and entering it at the start of her day never failed to put a smile on her face and a spring in her step.
“Good morning Doctor Kendricks,” Nurse Callahan called out, smiling from behind the front desk where she was busy with the adminstrative minutia that accompanied as large and successful a facility as Mercy Asylum. Callahan gave a single handed wave, and then glanced down for a moment before readjusting herself and looking back up at Samantha as she neared the check-in desk.
“Good morning Nurse Callahan,” Doctor Kendricks remarked brightly, “And how was the overnight shift? Nothing too eventful I trust?”
“No, not at all,” Callahan responded with a smile and a gesture towards the floor. Doctor Kendricks raised herself up so she could look over the desk, and then grinned as she spotted a hooded head, which was itself attached to a kneeling figure that was providing an excellent standard of oral pleasure to Nurse Callahan if the woman’s lazy and pleased grin was anything to go by, “I pulled Patient 1347 out of his cell about an hour ago. Doctor Landry wanted to assess him again today, and I didn’t want her dealing with any outbursts if Mr Reeves was feeling feisty again.”
“And?” Doctor Kendricks cocked her head and raised an eyebrow.
“He’s been an angel,” Nurse Callahan patted the hooded head, drawing a soft moan amid the other more carnal sounds, and she herself gave a pleased grunt and pressed the head more firmly between her legs, “I think those multiple rounds of isolation really did the trick Doctor. No escape attempts since then, he’s been a lot better at carrying out his duties, at not abusing staff with all those verbal outbursts he used to have…Patient 1347 has made some real progress towards rehabilitation.”
Doctor Kendricks blew out a surprised, but happy breath, “Good. I’m glad to hear it. I’ll expect written recommendations from you and Doctor Landry by the end of the week with respect to how to further proceed with his treatment. I want to really take advantage of this breakthrough. No more lapses, no more backtracking. Madame Jasmine Hilton is quite…keen…to see her employee cured and reintegrated into her company in his new role.”
“Of course Doctor,” Nurse Callahan’s breath hitched slightly as she settled back in her chair, one hand now firmly on Alan Reeves’ head, ensuring he was pressed tightly against her sex, “I’ve a few ideas, and I know Hannah, pardon, Doctor Landry, was putting the final touches on her own possibilities. If we get this right, I see no reason why Madame Hilton couldn’t be taking Patient 1347 in hand in…say…another four to six months.”
“Excellent,” Doctor Kendricks smiled, reaching down to run a hand briefly over the hooded head of Alan Reeves, before straightening and casually signing her name in on the employee register, “In that case I’ll leave the pair of you to it. Just please ensure 1347 is back in his cell well before shift change.”
“Of course Doctor!’ Nurse Callahan chuckled, “I think we are all firmly invested in making sure this attitude change is a permanent feature for 1347. I certainly don’t fancy another hallway chase anytime soon.”
Doctor Kendricks smiled and shook her head fondly as she hurried away, snagging the clipboard that she knew at a glance had her morning files and casework. It was rather thick, but then that was to be expected. She was the head of Patient Intake and Assessment, which meant she shouldered quite a bit of the initial workload of the Asylum. It also meant that while most patients were ultimately offloaded to the other doctors and nurses, Doctor Kendricks was expected to have some face time and a base level of knowledge for every patient that Mercy Asylum admitted.
She used one hand to begin flicking through files while she walked, sipping at her coffee. Dr Hannah Landry would have her hands mostly full for the remainder of the week testing Patient 1347’s mindset and training regimen, though she did still have two other patients, 1212 and 1197, who were in need of some additional attention. Patient 1212 had been with them for several years now, the unfortunate result of a rather bitter breakup. 1212 had alleged that his partner was overly controlling and unable to compromise. 1212’s partner had insisted they attend couple’s therapy with a licensed Mercy Asylum physician, who naturally enough had found a unique path to healing a broken and bleeding relationship into something far better. Far more robust. And far more fulfilling for them both.
Doctor Kendricks smiled, recalling her own recent check-in on Patient 1212, accompanied by Doctor Landry. Hannah had already done the bulk of the work in breaking him down, so the session hadn’t needed to deal with all that much in terms of resistance. Some whimpering of course, a few pleas and half-heard questions in between switching gags, but he’d been remarkably well behaved. Doctor Kendricks had settled in next to his hooded head and begun crooning to him. Reminding him of the wonderful nature of his partner, of how much she cared for him. Of how important it was that he understand the two of them were meant to be together. That she, and the entire staff at Mercy Asylum, wanted them to be happy. He wanted to be happy didn’t he? Of course he did…and being happy meant submission. He was a natural submissive, and so it was only right that his partner take the lead in determining things, deciding things. He was there to support her. To please her. To serve her. He was going to be her slave, because that was what would make them both happy.
Doctor Landry had sat in front of Patient 1212 and calmly requested that he repeat various mantras back to her, all while Doctor Kendricks was pouring her sultry, seductive, enticing voice and words into his brain. He stuttered and stammered, but soon the mantras tumbled out in more or less understandable English. He was a slave. He didn’t deserve to make decisions, because he wasn’t qualified to make decisions. His partner was a wonderful woman who wanted the best for them. He would serve her. He only wanted to serve women. He only wanted to be owned, and to submit. Over and over, on and on, the mantras continued. Doctor Kendricks continued to murmur into his ear…and her hand continued to pleasure his locked cock. Patient 1212 had become increasingly incoherent as the session had progressed, his babbled mantras slurring together as he had strained and struggled, keening to please, please, pleeeeeease be allowed to cum. But Doctors Landry and Kendricks were far too experienced to allow that. They had simply continued. Crooning to him. Teasing him. Commanding him. Breaking down those final mental barriers towards utter submission and subjugation.
Doctor Kendricks smiled and made a small note. Patient 1212 to continue with orgasm denial until they could organize a visit from his partner. She should be the delivering angel that would give him the pleasure he had been so long denied, appearing like a saviour. That would cement things properly.
Patient 1197’s file was slightly thicker, and a bit trickier. A runaway, she had happened to be found on the side of the road shivering in the cold by one of Mercy Asylum’s staff and brought in to be nursed back to health. In such conditions the duty staff of the time had felt it only prudent to ensure that the girl had warm accommodation and, given her age, fitness, and attractiveness, that she be retained on the premises until Doctor Kendricks had had the chance to assess her.
Doctor Kendricks shook her head, an amused grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. She really did need to ensure new staff members understood they couldn’t capture every single individual who walked into Mercy Asylum. Such a posture would be far too obvious, and call down more attention on them than the single health inspector they had so far had to contend with. But what was done was done, and Doctor Kendricks had refused to jettison the young Patient 1197 back out, especially since she was an excellent candidate overall for treatment. A gorgeous twenty something blonde, she had attached herself rather firmly to Doctor Landry after only a week of treatment, courtesy of the good doctor’s hypnotic care, pleasure programming, and tight rubber bondage.
Mercy Asylum had done the due diligence of tracking down next of kin or others that might want the young lady returned, but hadn’t found anyone the institute deemed a suitable recipient of what would soon be an exquisitely well trained slave girl. Patient 1197 had been with Mercy Asylum for nearly four years now, and Doctor Kendricks was as yet no closer to finding her a permanent home. She noted that Doctor Landry had submitted a formal request for consideration to become 1197’s “Social Reintegrator” and made a notation to review the request in detail. Doctor Landry was an experienced hand at bringing patients from Mercy Asylum and getting them fit to experience society again as a submissive and pliable member of it. Her three previous requests had been successes, each of them swiftly finding their way into the homes and cages of caring dominants. The woman had a definite gift, and one that Doctor Kendricks was increasingly sure would need to be exercised in the case of Patient 1197.
Doctor Kendricks’ musings and perusal of Landry’s files carried her to her office, and she absently buzzed her way in, placing her coffee and the remaining files on her desk before pulling out her chair. Beneath her desk was a rubber catsuited figure, strictly bound with her legs frogtied by thick heavy belts and her arms in a boxtie armbinder behind her. A strict posture collar kept her head upright, and muffled moans emanated from her hooded head around what would be a thick cock gag. A patient tag dangled from her collar’s d-ring: Patient 1350. Doctor Kendricks smiled, one hand reaching out to caress the hooded head as she settled into her chair. The night shift, as always, knew precisely how she wanted to start her day. She unsnapped the blindfold from the hood, and felt her smile grow into a delighted grin as she removed it, basking in the twinkling joy filled brown eyes that stared at her from within the hood.
“Good morning Patient 1350, how are you today?”
Patient 1350, formerly Rosa Andrews university student journalist, gurgled some incomprehensible answer whose words didn’t matter so much as the eager, subservient tone that she communicated them in. The young woman fairly preened as Doctor Kendricks examined her, pressing herself into her owner’s hands as Samantha Kendricks explored her rubber covered body with the casual carnality that she could display with 1350.
“Today is a special day…” Doctor Kendricks murmured to the young woman, one finger pulling her a little more out from the under the desk by her collar, her other hand slowly undoing the buckle of her large cock gag, “As of today, you’ve been a patient at Mercy Asylum for six months. Isn’t that a wonderful little anniversary?” As she finished the question she pulled the cock gag free, some drool coming with it to dribble down the front of Patient 1350’s catsuit. That was alright. To be expected.
Had the drool impacted Doctor Kendricks at all she would have had to punish the girl, but fortunately, it simply remained where it should be.
“Thank you Mistress!” Rosa burbled happily, her eyes twinkling with delight as she squirmed on her knees, “I’m…I’m just so happy. I don’t remember the last time I felt so…so…at peace.”
“I’m very glad to hear that 1350,” Doctor Kendricks murmured gently, continuing to stroke her hand over the girl’s hooded head as her finger remained tautly pulling the collar, “It was so very lucky that we discovered your condition in time to begin treatment, wasn’t it?”
Rosa nodded, a flinch of remembered fear momentarily marring her features before Doctor Kendricks’ soothing stroking of her head rapidly returned her to the blissful enjoyment of her position, “Very…mmmmm…very lucky Mistress.”
“Because you really don’t belong out in that stressful, anxiety filled world, do you sweetie?” Doctor Kendricks’ voice dropped into that sensual crooning timbre that had so ensorcelled many a man and woman who had come through her care. Doctor Kendricks was a brilliant psychologist, with a mind sharp as a razor, and a body that was craved by many…yet it was the way she could use her voice like a sensual scalpel to gain access to the mental landscape of anyone that was her true skill. Whether through the arts of erotic hypnosis, or the simple medium of a carefully crafted conversation, Doctor Kendricks could within minutes have nearly anyone eating from the palm of her hand…or stripped, bound, and begging to be kept as one of her patients…one of her pets. Deployed against a newcomer, someone who had never experienced it before, would be enough to bring forth blushes and stammering, and coquettishly shy movements. Deployed against Patient 1350 who had been programmed every day to respond with abject submission to that voice…well, it was simply no contest at all.
“No Mistress, never!” Rosa’s voice squeaked with remembered anxiety and angst, the memories she had of the outside world irrevocably coloured by Mercy Asylum’s programming. She couldn’t recall her life before the Asylum, before Doctor Kendricks now without trembling in fear, anxious that she somehow be ejected from her present circumstances. She couldn’t cope with that, because she had been trained to accept that it was only through slavery, only through submission to Mercy Asylum staff, and in particular Doctor Kendricks, that she had any hope at all in staying mentally stable and able to live a worthy life. “Please, I couldn’t…I can’t…”
“Hush now, 1350, you are safe here.” Samantha Kendricks smiled as she continued to soothe the young woman, “You are safe here with me. So long as you are bound, and collared, and kept here as a patient, you are safe. You know you are safe here. You know that you are a slave. So long as you are a slave…my slave…you will be happy, joyful, and safe. You know that, don’t you?”
“Y-Yes Mistress,” Rosa’s eyes could not possibly display more gratitude than they already did, but the tremour in her voice managed that extra bit anyway, “Thank you Mistress.”
“Now I’ve got to work through a number of other patient files here…but you’ll be a good girl and help your Mistress keep a positive frame of mind won’t you?”
Rosa nodded eagerly, and Doctor Kendricks murmured, “Good girl.” Before snapping the blindfold back into place. She hiked her skirt and then draped it over the rubber hooded girl, pulling her in close until she felt the warm, eager breathing from Rosa on her sex. She gave the girl a few moments to compose herself, and then pressed her head firmly into place, clamping her there with her strong thighs. A few gurgling sounds followed…and then Rosa’s warm tongue and lips began their well trained work.
“Mmmmmmmm,” Doctor Kendricks smiled and settled back in her chair, leafing through patient records as Patient 1350 demonstrated just how far she had come in the past six months. She paused for a moment, considering a thought, and then scratched down a reminder to herself. A six month anniversary at Mercy Asylum wasn’t something to casually let slip by…and Patient 1350 had more than demonstrated her commitment to being cured of her independence, her anxiety, and her fear-laced view of the outside world. Once Doctor Kendricks was done for the day she would ensure that the young woman was delivered back to her quarters here at the Asylum. Rosa Andrews would get that most precious and lusted after rewards that a patient could receive, a night in the bed of Mistress Samantha Kendricks. Few patients were ever able to attain such heights, as Doctor Kendricks tended to prefer that they remain properly caged in their cells and rooms, with her presence merely the best part of their day amidst their normal treatment routine.
But some patients were special. She had never lied to Rosa when she’d told the young journalist that she was special, nor when she told her that Rosa’s training was especially important to her. Just as Rosa had imprinted quite strongly on Doctor Kendricks, the doctor had felt the pull of mutual attraction in the way that Rosa had poured herself into her training. Had tossed her future so eagerly and willingly into Samantha’s hands, trusting in her to do what was best. It was heady stuff, and Doctor Kendricks was already firmly of the view that the young woman was going to become one of her long term pets once her treatment was finally complete.
Speaking of special, long-term pets…
Doctor Kendricks grinned, one hand drifting down to press Rosa’s head even more deeply between her legs as she came upon the file she had been most looking forward to reviewing.
Health Inspector Gina Hansen. That interfering little bureaucratic busybody who had come down here sniffing around for conspiracy, and nefarious plots. Well, Mercy Asylum had taken her well in hand now, and the good inspector had been sending glowing reports back to the health ministry for some weeks now. Doctor Kendricks had given her the facility tour that she had been pining after, properly attired as a patient of course so that the inspection could be a secret. Samantha grinned, grinding Rosa’s face into her sex as she moaned softly, her mind recalling the intense scene.
Inspector Hansen stripping herself under the softly hypnotic influence of Doctor Kendricks’ voice. Outfitting the Inspector in tight, straining rubber. Collaring her while reminding her in soothing tone that she had to be disguised as a patient. And anyway, being collared felt good didn’t it? Being collared felt right. She belonged in a collar. She wasn’t complete, wasn’t truly her, unless she was wearing a collar…with a lock on it. Binding her with an armbinder and a plethora of straps, with each one being tightened in time with Doctor Kendricks reminding her that only in being restrained could Inspector Hansen find freedom. Only while being strictly bound and controlled could Gina Hansen truly be liberated from her cares and concerns.
Leading the Inspector around had been a real treat. Two nurses had trailed along behind, diligently noting down the inspector’s words for later transcription and filing into one of her reports. Every one of the inspector’s words flowing from her own mouth…though always in agreement with whatever Doctor Kendricks thought about something. Keeping the patients restrained and under control? A sadly necessary instrument within Mercy Asylum’s arsenal of treatment options, and one carried out with the utmost concern and care for patient safety and dignity. The use of programming and hypnosis? Novel programs and approaches to dealing with the plague of anxiety and hyper-fearful cases being confronted on a daily basis by the dedicated and supremely well trained staff at Mercy Asylum. The use of sexual stimulation and pleasure in patient treatment? Necessary instruments in breaking through to patients and making them understand through the fog of their own minds that they were safe and cared for, and that all their needs would be met. These and more judgements were rattled off by Inspector Hansen in a dreamy voice as she trotted obediently along behind Doctor Kendricks who would give a tug on the leash every now and then.
After she had assisted Gina Hansen in her walk around of some of the initial treatment areas, Doctor Kendricks had brought her back to a private programming room. There the inspector had been lashed strictly into place atop a sybian, before having a dildo training machine settled into place before her, and pulled by the leash until her lips were wrapped around the rubber cock…and unable to remove them.
“We find it best,” Doctor Kendricks had crooned to her, stroking her hooded head, “That an official like your good self understands all the ins and outs of how we treat our patients here. That makes sense, doesn’t it?”
Gina Hansen had moaned, still pathetically grateful that Doctor Kendricks was allowing her such intimate access to Mercy Asylum. And after she had nearly endangered a patient here with all of her nosing around and harsh questions. She was so utterly grateful to the good doctor, and had already included many glowing references to her in the reports that Doctor Kendricks had been kind enough to file on her behalf. So she moaned, and squirmed, and eagerly nodded as best she could with the thick rubber cock filling her mouth.
“Good girl”
The words sent a thrill through Gina and she fairly preened beneath the gaze of the two nurses and Doctor Kendricks as they settled heavy headphones and a VR visor into place.
Doctor Kendricks had checked that everything was set up, and then clicked the program into motion. It was a standard Mercy Asylum slave training program, appropriate for men and women, and would last for four hours. At which point the nurses would come to feed her, ensure she had ample access to a bathroom, and then plant her on the sybian again for another four hour session before it was time for bed…during which time hypnotic subliminal training tapes would be played until she awoke the next day. A key piece to any successful training program at Mercy Asylum was that no patient was ever left without a voice whispering, moaning, crooning, commanding, convincing, or singing into their ears that they were a slave. That submission and bondage were how they would achieve true freedom. And that their proper place was in strict bondage, collared, and at the feet of a dominant who would care for them, keep them safe, and ensure the outside world could never harm them again.
Doctor Kendricks bit her lip in the present and tensed, feeling the first orgasm ripple through her with a short sharp gasp. She allowed the pressure on Rosa’s head to relax for a few seconds, giving the girl ample time to draw in several deep breaths, before she shoved her back into place. Back to giving her saviour, her Mistress, the pleasure that she deserved.
As Rosa renewed her pleasure giving below the desk, Doctor Kendricks made a few small notes on Gina Hansen’s file. Her sleeping subliminals should be upgraded to Level III, and periods of orgasm denial should be introduced. Orgasms were only to be allowed going forward after successful recitation of no less than a dozen slave mantras while being bound to a maxed out sybian. Doctor Kendricks grinned at that, her pen tapping the page. Achieving that little challenge would be a definite mark of improvement, and indicate the good inspector could keep in mind the important things in life even while her body was demanding one thing over and over and over again. Her body was already a more than willing participant in its own subjugation and slavery. Her mind, while it had come far, still likely needed another month or two before Doctor Kendricks would be willing to release her back into the wild. She couldn’t keep Inspector Hansen locked up here forever, much as she might wish to, but she could certainly ensure that going forward the little busybody would be the foremost advocate for Mercy Asylum. Perhaps even convincing a few of her more troublesome colleagues to pay their own visits to see a certain Doctor Samantha Kendricks…
“Mmmmm, and won’t that be a delicious sight,” Samantha murmured to herself, closing Gina Hansen’s file, “A whole programming class filled with Health Ministry ne’er’do’wells…goodness that would be quite…exhilarating…mmmmmmmmmmm…”
She had to deliberately hold herself back from her second orgasm as she shifted to the last file that had to be looked at before she began her rounds. Patient 1350 was really getting very…very…good at her primary job these days.
The last file, and her first visit this morning, was a rather unique case. A young woman had come to Mercy Asylum several days back, claiming that her girlfriend had had a mental breakdown and hoping that the staff of Mercy Asylum would rise to the occasion to lend a hand. So far, so normal. What made the case rather special, and why Doctor Kendricks had agreed to hold the young woman’s girlfriend until a Patient Assessment Board could be convened, was that the girlfriend had very clearly not been an entirely willing participant in journeying to the Asylum. She had been brought to the Asylum already handcuffed, ballgagged, and shackled.
Three nurses had been required to wrestle the recalcitrant girl into submission, despite her existing bondage, and into the more severe restraints that someone of her doubtful sanity required. As the nurses had bundled the fierce young lady into the traditional straitjacket, ankle shackles, collar, and hood, Doctor Kendricks had sat down with the young woman who watched the whole scene with barely disguised glee.
“So…Denise, when did…” Doctor Kendricks had raised an eyebrow and gestured to the struggling young woman.
“Robin”
“Right, when did Robin first begin experiencing symptoms…?”
“I think for a couple of weeks? We haven’t been dating too long,” Denise took a breath and looked away from her squirming girlfriend who had been shoved to the floor and was even now being fitted with a chastity belt featuring twin plugs. She looked up at Doctor Kendricks with an earnest gaze that carried traces of lust as her eyes occasionally darted back to her girlfriend, “I think she’s just nervous, y’know? My Robin never dated a girl before, but we’ve been friends for a while and I just knew that if her fear and anxiety about, well, being a lesbian could be broken through…well, we’d be really happy together!”
“Of course,” Doctor Kendricks murmured, “Well our treatment plans here are rather intensive, you should understand, and once embarked upon there is no possibility of halting halfway. Such half measures can be quite damaging to the mental stability of people, and we take pride in our patient care here at Mercy Asylum.”
“That’s why I came here!” Denise said, the excitement in her voice obvious, “We were headed for a pretty bad place I think, and I didn’t want things to end just because Robin couldn’t get over her mental blocks. So I…I tied her up and got her out here so she could get the help she obviously needs. Can…can you help her?”
Doctor Kendricks settled a comforting hand on the girl’s arm. Goodness this conniving little slut had some bold sense of her own self worth. Samantha almost wanted to keep the pair of them…train them up together as an enforced slave couple. She had mentally made a note to reexamine that possibility later. It wouldn’t do for both of them to so suddenly disappear. Better for this little tale to play itself out for a few more weeks. Better for Denise to think she had gotten her way and won. Hell, perhaps she would…Samantha did delight in love conquering all in the end…
“Of course we can help her,” Samantha crooned, her voice not quite falling into its hypnotic cadence but getting quite close, “As I said, our treatments here do tend to be intense, and though highly successful they can be accompanied by a range of side effects such as unusual submissiveness, higher than average arousal, and a keen fascination and desire for restraint. We are continuing to conduct numerous studies into why this might be the case,” Dr Kendricks smiled and gave a small shrug, “Such studies take years of course, so unfortunately their results won’t be useful in this instance.”
Denise gave her a smile in return, “Of course. Well, those sound like reasonable side effects that we’ll just have to risk. My girlfriend…Robin…is really…really important to me. And I just know that once she’s come to her senses, she’ll understand.”
Dr Kendricks had smiled and stood, extending her hand, “They always do Ma’am. Now, I realize there is likely a desire to check in, but I’m afraid that with the sort of rehabilitation program she needs, I must insist that visits be strictly non contact, and only beginning in a month from now. A considerable portion of her early weeks here will be dedicated to aversion therapies, and we don’t want her to somehow associate you with what is happening here.” Dr Kendricks had smiled sympathetically as she put an arm around the woman’s shoulders and walked her out of the room where the nurses had finally reduced the squealing woman to a well tied bundle.
That had been nearly four days ago now, and Doctor Kendricks had spent a considerable amount of time thinking about how she wanted things to proceed. Slave couple? Or devoted lesbian pet? Such were the weighty decisions that the head of Patient Intake and Assessment had to make on a near daily basis, and it was always with a degree of excitement and relish that Doctor Kendricks approached such things…especially when she had an utterly devoted slave girl tonguing her towards another orgasm. Oh. Ooooooh..Ooooooooooooooo…
Doctor Kendricks gripped the table and let out a most un-professional scream of pleasure as Rosa successfully ripped another orgasm from her. She tensed, riding the wave of pleasure as her thighs locked around the young woman’s head, glorying in the muffled bleating and squeals from Rosa as the girl’s vibrator ticked up a couple of additional notches. Not enough to have an orgasm of her own, but just enough to show her that her Mistress was most gratified by her slave and the attention to her training that Rosa was demonstrating.
Without prompting Rosa began to furiously lick, kiss, and suck at Samantha’s sex again. Doctor Kendricks made up her mind in that moment, one hand firmly on the hooded head beneath her skirt, the other reaching out to shakily make a notation on Robin’s file, Patient 1412.
*Notation, Doctor Samantha Kendricks, Head of Patient Intake and Assessment: Patient 1412 was delivered to Mercy Asylum by girlfriend, Denise Williams. Given the extent of mental anguish that Patient 1412 is exhibiting it seems clear that part of 1412’s distress is extreme separation anxiety. Initial recommendation is that any treatment programme be undertaken by 1412 and Denise Williams together. Visitor Slot to be moved up to facilitate Denise Williams’ entry into Mercy Asylum. Initial Patient Number will be 1413. Initial recommended treatment programme for both: Two years with periodic reassessment of treatment progression every six months.*
Doctor Kendricks leaned back, tossing her pen aside and gave herself over to pleasure. She needn’t check in on Patient 1412 for another forty minutes at least. Time enough for a few orgasms before she informed the still resistant Robin that her dear beloved girlfriend would be joining her soon enough…