Kinktober 2023 #12 -  Service/Care

Content Warnings: BDSM, consensual, bondage, asylum, straitjacket , panel gag, blindfold

Mandy Jameson provided a unique service at her job.

“Oh my, would you look at that,” she raised her hand to her mouth and raised her voice in mock surprise. “The chart says your straitjacket is supposed to be ‘as tight as possible.’ I guess I was being too nice a minute ago. I’ll just fix that real quick.”

The woman sitting on the padded floor moaned, her voice plaintive beneath the thick leather panel gag covering the lower half of her face. Her chest and arms were contained in a firm straitjacket. She squirmed as Mandy lowered herself to her knees, but didn’t manage to avoid the nurse’s practiced hands. Mandy got a good grip on the buckles and straps in seconds, and was soon rewarded with another whine.

“There we go, nice and snug!” Mandy gave her patient a bright smile and a gentle pat on the shoulder. “Now what do we say?”

“Fggggh oooo,” moaned the gagged, straitjacketed woman. But there was mirth in her eyes. Excitement.

“Now now, there’s no need to be rude,” Mandy wagged her finger. “I think you need one more thing to remind you where you are.”

Already ready for this, Mandy pulled out a padded leather blindfold. And as she fixed it over the bound and gagged woman’s head, she continued.

“If I come back and this is gone, or even a little askew, you can expect a sharp punishment.” She punctuated the statement with a slightly nail assisted pinch and got a little squeal in response.

“Have a good nap, I’ll be back in a few hours.”

The patient cried out after Mandy as she stepped out of the room and shut the door. Maybe the nurse of a real asylum would tune it out, but Mandy kept a careful ear to the door to make sure the patient didn’t start using any of her safety signs.

“Hey Mandy,” came another voice. Mandy turned to see Sophie walk up to her, dressed in the same sexy nurse dress as her.

Real nurses would be wearing scrubs, not the tight dress, matching stockings, and high heels. Speaking of which, Mandy slipped hers off as she returned her coworker’s greeting and began the usual chitchat. They had some downtime while waiting for their two patients to have their naps.

It had been three years since Mandy started this job, where she dressed up as a sexy nurse and pretended to help hold people prisoner in a kinky insane asylum. She hadn’t expected to be there for more than a few months, a stopgap as she decided on her next move after dropping out of college.

Mandy suddenly remembered the last time she and Sophie were in this spot between the two padded cells. It had been for a promotional picture. Advertisement for the website. Mandy was a curvy, busty redhead and Sophie a taller, willowy black woman. They looked great next to each other in their sexy uniforms.

“I got a new guy today.”

“Oh yeah?” Mandy suddenly craved a cigarette. Damn it. She’d quit a year ago but still had to deal with that every once in awhile. “How’s he doing so far?”

“Pretty good. He’s a squealer. I kept thinking he was going to ask me to stop or slow down, but he’s a trooper too. Made it all the way to thirty hits with the paddle on his first time.”

“Is that what that was?”

“Yep.”

They faded into a comfortable silence for about half a minute.

“I think I’m going to leave soon,” she suddenly declared.

“Really?” Sophie didn’t seem overly surprised. Nor did she ask for clarification. Mandy didn’t mean she was going to leave for the day, but the whole job. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m thinking about going to go into business myself.”

“You mean the dominatrix thing? You’re going to go solo?”

“Yep. I’m a little tired of the asylum setting, but I do like the actual job. I met a pro-Domme at that convention I went to with Helen and Dr. Snyder last month. Had a long conversation. I think I could pull it off.”

“I can see that. I have fun here, but I don’t think I care about this job more like you do.”

Mandy chuckled. It was true. She provided a high quality of care to her patients. And she already knew that she would care a lot more if she went into business for herself. She had been on the fence before, but at that moment she made the decision, and was already looking forward to it.

She pictured herself in her own space, not a padded cell or a mock up examination room but a dungeon, darkly lit without having to confine herself to medical play. Medical play was great, of course. But after three years, Mandy was eager to try something new.

Other fantasies were chomping at the bit in Mandy’s mind. She could see herself in the whole black leather get up, pushing around a naked man barking like a dog with her boots, then making him kiss them in thanks. She imagined stringing a subby girl up to a St Andrews’s cross and gently running a crop or flogger along her back before going to town.

Again, Mandy had nothing against the asylum. But the more she thought about it, the more she knew that her own instincts were a little more… medieval. Oh yes. Maybe instead of a nurse, she could wear a habit and be a furious mother superior, delivering stern retribution to the eager sluts who came to her. Or she could be a Queen, surrounded by the subjects  who worshipped her.

“I can see you’re excited,” interrupted Sophie.

Mandy laughed. “I working here. Pride myself on ‘providing a high quality of care’ and all that. But yeah.“

She licked her lips, and felt heat blossom inside her.

“I’m excited.“