"Siiiiiink doooown," the voice crooned, "Let everything go. Let yourself sink. Let yourself drift. No thinking. No worries. Just bliss. Just drifting."

You squirmed, feeling the tight latex sealing you into place, though it was a distant sensation, almost as though your body belonged to someone else. You were fuzzy on how you came to be here, yet you could feel the complete press of latex all around you. A...a catsuit? That sounded right. A catsuit covering you, and tight leather cuffs keeping you pinned down to the table on which you were lying.

"Pluck your worries out of your mind," the female voice continued, speaking slowly and with a sensual, seductive drawl, "Seal them away from your conscious mind. There is a door behind which you may place them. Every last concern, every last thought causing you distress. Behind that door they go...and I shall lock it closed for you."

You feel a hand caressing your forehead, yet this sensation somehow isn't distant. While your bondage and latex clothing feel at one remove, the tough of this hand is like a bolt of pure pleasure, coursing through your body from your head to your toes. You open your mouth to moan...and you find yourself merely gurgling around a large rubber ball strapped into your mouth. Right. Right, you had been gagged...you couldn't remember when. Your mind refused to latch onto things properly...thoughts slipping and sliding around your head as though covered in lube and squirting through slick hands.

"Give in to me. Surrender yourself. Submit to the control of someone else. Submit and let go. Release your worries...and allow another to direct your life."

You found yourself moaning, wanting to nod in agreement, yet held in place. Restrained in leather and latex. Unable to voice your agreement. And you so badly wanted to voice your agreement. Yet your mouth was sealed away...your body sealed away...your mind...sinking...

Dimly, distantly, as you began to slip fully under into the submissive bliss of subspace...you heard quiet voices.

"Good morning Doctor Campbell, how is the patient doing?"

"Oh just fine. We can begin intensive treatment in another half hour or so, once I'm satisfied that he's fully under. Did you need something Nurse?"

"Sorry Ma'am, Doctor Hendricks was hoping you would be able to assist her with a recent intake, apparently the patient is..."

The voices faded, as your mental awareness dimmed. You couldn't grasp anything anymore. You felt yourself sinking further. Your mind sealed away from your worries, simply drifting as you sank down, down, down. A single thought flickering in your mind. Not outrage, for there was no outrage left. Not fear, for that too had been expunged by the careful clinical work of your captors. Your care-givers. No, all that was left was simply, heart felt gratitude.

Mercy Asylum had saved you from a life of worry, stress, and fear...

You were grateful to Mercy Asylum. You were grateful to their staff. You wanted only to be able to somehow pay them back for such a wonderful gift...