Christinaâs new job as a trainee nurse at the local institution dredged up a few guilty pleasures. The uniform of course reminded her of some kinky times with partners in days gone byâŠ.but it wasnât until she was stationed in the supply room that things got interesting.
Folding up the straitjackets and sorting the various restraints began to awaken something in her. A hot, tingling sensation in her pussy as her hand brushed against the heavy leather straps and cuffs. Then there was the tapeâŠ..it was the skin tight microfoam type. She furtively looked around to see if there was anyone nearby, before cutting a strip off the roll and tightly plastering it across her lips. The gag clung to her mouth and she let out a soft moan. Her hands fondled the straitjacket and then she began to touch herself. The uniform looked and felt good as she descended into her own sub space.
The cough from the doorway brought our dirty nurse back to reality. Doctor Foster stood watching this sordid display and Christina hurriedly ripped the tape from her mouth and tried to tell the doctor she was playing around, seeing how the tape felt.
Or course, her gagged moans werenât as quiet as she thought, and the incredulous look of the medic confirmed that Christina wasnât fooling anyone. She peered over her glasses and began to scribble on her clipboardâŠ.
âI must admit, Nurse Carter, your motives for being placed here seemed to indicate something more than a vocational interest. Having bondage fantasies are very normalâŠ.indeed, I very much specialise in this area. As it happens, Iâm a little short of volunteers for my research paper, but I think you might be able to help this institution in more ways than first thought.â
Christina stared in horror as the porters arrived from nowhere. She started to scream and rant as she was held tightly while the Doctor headed to medicinal control. Within moments, the sedative had done its work as Nurse Carter was dimly aware of her uniform being stripped off and the heavy straitjacket looming ever closer.
Sat in the therapy room, Christina was coming around in time to see the second strip of microfoam tape being stuck firmly in place. She tried to move but the straitjacket did its job and she was anchored to the chair in the clinical, white room. She heard heels clacking across the room, it was Doctor Foster againâŠ.
âNow, Nurse Carter. The sedatives are wearing off and Iâll shortly be administering stimulants to your genitalia. I can already hear your approval of the gag placement. It seems that the straitjacket is also performing its intended use.â
Christina moaned softly as she felt something being inserted under her panties and held firm in her pussy with the thick crotch strap of the jacket.
The stimulation therapy would be carried out for most of the afternoon as poor Nurse Carter would be endlessly edged to the brink of orgasm. Occasionally Doctor Foster would enter the room and finger the patientâs soaked cunt. Christina was now very much in true sub space. Her lustful desire at being like this made concentrating on the Doctorâs words difficultâŠ.
âExcellent, Nurse Carter. You are responding exactly how I wanted you to. I may permit you an orgasm for your cooperation. But we are far from done. I suspect that we are only scratching the surface of your latent kinks. Now, about that orgasm? Shall we see how anal stimuli will work for that?â
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