“Hello Mister Davis, how are you this morning?”

It had been four days since Colin Davis had checked himself in at Brookridge, and having never institutionalized himself before, he had no idea how things were going. All he really knew was those first four days were both quiet, busy, and generally a blur, but he assumed that was because everything else in his life had also been a blur.

“I’m,” he paused “okay I guess.”

“Well that’s good. Here,” the nurse in his room was very soft. Everything about her was softness. Her tone, her manner, the way she looked at him, everything was soft. “Take these.”

It was a small paper cup with a couple of pills that he swallowed with water. They were the same pills he’d been taking since day two, the ones prescribed by his doctor at the facility.

Colin wasn’t crazy, he’d just hit his breaking point, or close enough to it that he knew he needed to step back; what good was all his hard work if he couldn’t use the profits to actually take care of himself.

“Thank you…” she didn’t have a nametag, he was drawing a blank on her name.

“Tanisha,” she smiled that soft smile, “but it’s okay, you tried to remember even with everything you’re managing, and that’s very kind, but just relax Mister Davis, just sit back and relax.”

She was a full figured woman, and that added to her softness. Her dark skin stood out against the pastel colors of her business casual attire, and her black curls hung down between her shoulders in a loose ponytail. None of the nurses in his wing wore scrubs, and the orderlies were almost invisible.

It was a mental institution, but it did its best to pretend it wasn’t, after all, it was an institution for the exhausted members of the well-to-do set, and decidedly not for the run of the mill crazy people.

“There, see how easy it is to rest a moment, to just be still. You’re doing fine, just close your eyes and rest a while, I’ll come back soon.”

Her soft voice floated over him and he closed his eyes. A wave of peace washed over his mind and body, and he found himself dozing again.

There was a knock at his door, and he didn’t know how long he’d been resting, but it didn’t matter, he was here to rest.

It was his breakfast; it had only been about twenty minutes.

He ate, then went for a walk and came back to his room, and a few minutes later Nurse Tanisha knocked on his door.

“How was your walk?”

“Nice.” Just a few days before, every sound he heard made his spine tingle, and every thought was a loop of unending problems, but it was quiet here. “The grounds here are really nice. It’s so quiet.”

“Good,” she smiled that soft smile and he felt comfortable with her, “that’s very good to hear. I just wanted to see how you’re feeling, and to make sure you were comfortable. It’s nice to just take a load off isn’t it Mister Davis?”

“It’s, you know, it’s like Doctor Saunders was saying, she was telling me about being present, and not following the threads and the noise, and it’s starting to make sense.”

He was sitting in one of the chairs in his room. It was spacious enough and reminded him of a hotel room. It had a king sized bed, a table, 2 chairs, a large TV, a sink, and its own full bathroom; it was easy to be comfortable.

“That’s good, it’s important to stay mindful. It’s important to be present, and remember to breathe too. Breathe yourself into the calm you are looking for Colin, and find yourself feeling the deep peace of relaxation now.”

It was easy to take a deep breath, to hold it for the count of three like the doctor had told him to, and then to imagine all of his tension exiting his body as he breathed out.

Doctor Saunders had spent most of their initial sessions here working on these immediate and practical exercises, and he felt like they really made a difference as Colin felt his shoulders loosen and drop a little.

“Now just relax, enjoy the feeling, and sink into the now Mister Davis, sink down, go on, close your eyes and just relax. It’s easy, take another breath, and three… two…”

He closed his eyes and let himself melt into the chair, into the quiet as she said “One.”

“I’ll come visit you later before your session with Doctor Saunders.”

Colin dozed in his chair until something made him open his eyes. It wasn’t anything in particular, it might have just been the chair, but he turned on the TV, sat back and spent the next few hours doing nothing, occasionally focusing on his breathing, and letting himself find his inner quiet.

When his lunch arrived, he ate it and went for another walk.

This time, he thought he saw a familiar face. One of the patients looked a lot like a woman he knew, Meaghan Kline. Meaghan did the same work he did, but for another company, and he wouldn’t have been surprised if it actually was her.

But the woman he saw, who was also dressed in the same loose and comfortable clothing he was issued, had an almost blank face. All the lines were smoothed, all the muscles in her jaw and around her eyes were loose, and when she looked at him, there was no recognition in her placid eyes.

This woman was also being led down the hall by another woman, one he hadn’t seen before. She was tall, had dark red hair that was up in a tight bun, and wore sharp black framed glasses. This woman, who also didn’t have a nametag, gave him a patient smile and walked away from him without a word.

Colin went on his way, and after less than an hour was back in his room.

There was another knock on his door and Nurse Tanisha was back. She had a small tray with a plastic sample cup that she set on the table.

“How are you feeling this afternoon Mr. Davis? You seem to be enjoying taking walks, that’s good.”

“It’s nice, it feels good to get up and about a little, to go somewhere without having to be somewhere, it’s easy.”

She smiled, “I like that, going somewhere without having to be somewhere.”

Her tone didn’t change, and neither did her pace, but there was something softer and more inviting in the sound of her voice, something that sounded like being lowered into a warm tub.

“I was wondering if you could take a moment, just center yourself on the sound of my voice right now, and do your best to sink into the relaxation you’ve found here.”

Colin blinked, and found himself taking a deep breath in, and then exhaling slowly. As he did, he felt himself slowing down, calming the reflexively anxious energy that had become his life. His jaw felt loose, his head felt a little heavier, and everything just felt simple.

“Very good, you’re doing wonderfully finding your calm, now please take another breath, sink into the now, and tell me when you feel yourself becoming even more tranquil, noticing how you’re feeling even more quiet and calm here.”

He took another deep breath, and as he exhaled it did feel like all the noise and all the chaos of his mind was being muted, or at least muffled, “I feel it.”

“That’s very good,” she unscrewed the top of the sample cup. “This is going to sound like an odd request, but please pull your pants and underwear down, and if it would be more comfortable, we can sit on the bed.”

There was a strange sort of pull that Colin felt to do what she’d said, but he paused as he started to tug on the elastic band of his pants. “Is this a uh… sperm sample? I can try and do it on my own, I feel like it would be easier for me too.”

Nurse Tanisha smiled at him, “I know, but can I ask you now, how easy is it to simply feel the comfort of knowing, not thinking, not worrying, not trying, just knowing it’s easy, so easy, to relax into the moment, be in the moment now, and just feel the comfort of cooperation. I think you can feel those little doubts starting to flash and fade away can’t you Colin? After all I know you want to be a good patient don’t you?””

Her soft voice and gentle smile mixed together into those words and he felt the calm that seemed to wrap around him whenever he dealt with any of the female staff who would always just explain away why he should do what he was told.

There was a flicker of confusion, but like Tanisha had said, it faded, and it also almost, just barely, felt like someone else was pulling down his pants and his underwear.

“Thank you Colin. Now why don’t we sit down together?” She directed him to the bed and sat down next to him.

“Have you masturbated at all since you’ve arrived here?”

Her hand was soft and mechanical as she reached between his legs and started to examine his testicles.

“No, and not for a while before either. It was, well, my sex drive has been down.” He felt more comfortable as she examined him, and he noticed that there was a slight shift in her tone as she asked his that; it was more matter of fact.

“Dr. Saunders assumed as much,” her hand moved from his testicles to the head of his limp cock. “Now Colin, I’m going to manually stimulate you to orgasm to collect this sample, and I’m going to do this to help you and ensure that the process goes smoothly. I know this is not what you were expecting, so simply take a deep breath…”

Tanisha started to rub under the head with two fingers and massaged the top with her thumb, “and find yourself relaxing. Breathe in the calm, and simply breathe out the quiet. This is a medical procedure with practical intentions, and your body will respond quickly and easily as you just…”

He had gotten hard fairly quickly and was very focused on his breathing, but let out a sigh as she shifted to a loose circular grip around his head, “…relax and sink into the moment. Just feeling and breathing, finding the quiet, finding the calm and staying in the moment with me now.”

Colin also found himself looking down her top. The sight of her deep cleavage seemed complimentary to the moment and he found himself fixating on it as she continued.

“Trace the sensation of your breath, and feel the sensations of this moment. It is a natural physical process, and it is naturally pleasurable. Find the core of your pleasure, feel it, and simply be. Let yourself let go and give in to this natural physical instincts and processes your body has to… that’s it… just release.”

He was shooting into the plastic cup that she deftly guided to catch it, and as he came, Nurse Tanisha’s voice washed over him with the pleasure, and as she spoke, he felt himself sinking down into her deep, dark cleavage.

“Notice the pleasure, notice how good it feels, and just breathe, you’ve done so well here, so very well, relax, sink into it, and notice how easy it was. You’re always a good patient for me, thank you.”

He was quivering as her hand kept its steady stroke, “I’m making sure I collect all of the sample, just be, just feel, and there we are, all done.”

The lid was sealed, and he was pulling his pants up as she was washing her hands. “You did very well Mr. Davis. Just sit back, take a breath and relax. I’ll take you to see Dr. Saunders shortly, but for now, focus on your breathing, sink into the feeling, and just close your eyes for me.”

He’d been standing, but her words washed over him like a warm lead blanket, and Colin found himself in his chair, with his eyes shutting, carrying him into an even heavier, warmer state of relief and relaxation.

“Very good Mr. Davis, just relax and sink into the now, just sink and sleep now, deep sleep until I wake you.”  

Her soft even voice was like a lullaby, and pulsing waves of sleepy, warm, exhaustion washed over him with every word. Her voice felt like it carried her softness, and it was like what he imagined resting his head on her breasts must feel like. It was in that quicksand of subduing softness that Colin sank, and a deeper darkness of sleep consumed him.

There was a knock on his door, and Tanisha was standing in the doorframe. “It’s time for your appointment with Dr. Saunders, did you sleep well Mr. Davis?”

Tanisha’s neck line seemed lower, and he felt ashamed of how quickly he’d noticed that, “I uh… I um… I guess I was tired and… yes, um, how long has it been?”

“Just an hour. Here,” she took a step back into the hall, “get yourself situated, have a glass of water, take your time and I’ll walk you down.”

The smothering force in her voice, the engulfing softness has returned to its usual, matter of fact patient and gentle energy, but something about his nurse was still bowling him over, and Colin had no idea what it was. But then again, everything had been bowling him over, so nothing really felt out of place. He got situated then walked out to join her, and as they walked down the hall, they passed the red haired woman, and the woman he thought might be Meaghan.

This time, she met his eyes, and he looked into her pale, almost empty blue eyes. They seemed drained of life and glassy, but as they made eye contact, Colin saw something flash inside them, something like fear, or confusion, and she stopped for a second, before the red headed woman, who wore the same soft pastels as Tanisha, but also high heels, gently pulled her along, “Come along, back to your room now, let’s cooperate and follow now.”

The redhead with the glasses spoke with the same kind of softness he’d heard from everyone else, but there was an edge to her words, something that sounded almost teasing, or knowing, and Colin watched Meaghan’s eyes dim and fade out into glassy oblivion before she walked away.

“I know her,” he felt inclined to share that detail with Tanisha because it felt like he’d just seen something wrong, or something he wasn’t supposed to, or more likely, that he didn’t want to see.

“Hmmm, I suppose you two must travel in the same circles,” Tanisha led him around the corner, “she’s been making a lot of improvements since arriving here, but she has been through an awful lot. Maybe it would be good for the two of you to talk a bit once you’re more settled. You’re doing so well Mr. Davis, you’re a very good patient.”

She looked deep into his eyes as she spoke, and he stared back into her soft round eyes. It felt like he was sinking into them, and as she told him how good he was, it made him feel happier than it should have, and it made him realize that it was what he wanted to be.    

“Hello Colin, how are you this afternoon?”

Dr. Saunders was an older woman who wore her light brown hair up in a loose bun, and whose loose professional attire reminded him of a librarian. It was an impression that was enhanced by her narrow glasses and their thin wire frames.

She was also a striking woman, beautiful in a reserved and well-cultivated way, and if Colin were in a different headspace, he may have noticed that her wardrobe was hiding her figure.

“I’m feeling better, I think, it’s really nice here.” He sat across from her in a padded chair, and felt the focus of her pale gray-green eyes look into him.

“That’s wonderful to hear. Tanisha has said you’re responding well to medication, and to the relaxation exercises we’ve been coaching. She also says you’ve been taking walks, and that’s wonderful to hear. Now tell me Colin, when you focus on your breath, how much more relaxed do you become?”

He didn’t know how to answer that without taking a deep and centering breath, and as he did, he saw her smile with a patient and gentle energy.

“How does it feel,” the slight crow’s feet around her eyes, and the creases in her face lent a certain credence to her patience and her wisdom. “And does it feel good to simply breathe deep and relax?”

Dr. Saunders’s voice wrapped around him, and he felt like her eyes were pulling him in. They were deep and pale, almost like the ocean in their depths, like a ring of waves on the tide, swirling into the deeper darkness of her pupils, and it felt like that darkness was spreading through his mind in irresistible and calming waves.

It had been like that in their first session too, and she had made it so easy for him to open up. When she spoke to him, it was like every word cut through the noise, and everything she said felt easy, right, and true.

“You’re feeling very relaxed now, I can see it in your eyes. They look heavy, they look warm and relaxed, and oh so heavy now Colin. Relax with me, relax and sink into the now, and talk to me. How do you feel?”

His eyes closed and he soaked in her words like he was in a warm bath.

“I feel drained, like all the noise is gone, and I feel confused. The sperm sample was weird… it felt…” he didn’t have to open his eyes or have her say anything, he felt her energy reaching out to him, encouraging him, “it felt good, but strange… and… and I think I know another patient… but Tanisha makes everything easy… even the sample...”

“Did you enjoy Tanisha touching you? Do you find her attractive?”

He didn’t respond.

“It’s alright Colin, she is a very beautiful woman, but I know you may not have consciously noticed. I think subconsciously you find her very attractive, and rightly so. I think deep down inside of yourself, so very deep down now that you may not ever realize it consciously, you understand that you feel very sexually attracted to her. It’s natural to be attracted to her on that deep level, especially because she is taking care of you. Admit that for me now Colin, it will make you feel so peaceful and so good, I promise.”

Her words came in such a steady, soothing, constant, and confident barrage that they didn’t leave him any room to think, “Tanisha is attractive.”

“Yes Colin, she is. And that made it so physically easy for you to give her that sperm sample. She also has a very soft touch, I’m sure you can remember, I’m sure right now you can recall it happening, feeling her touch, helping you, as your body helped her. Feel it, remember it, focus on it now Colin, it’s important that we isolate these feelings to help you process.”

He remembered her stroke, her closeness, the warmth of human touch, and the softness of her hand.

“Tanisha says you were admiring her breasts, she says that once you focused on her cleavage that your body became very receptive and you produced your sample very quickly. You are drawn to her breasts aren’t you?”

Colin felt himself self-consciously bite his lip as a heady mixture of remembered pleasure, and the soft caress of Dr. Saunders’s voice spun him around.

“I just noticed them today.”

He knew from their first meeting that he always had to be, and would always be perfectly honest and cooperative because he needed to get better, and only good cooperative patience got better.

“That’s very good Colin, it means you’re improving. How does it feel to think about Tanisha masturbating you while you stare at her breasts?”

His eyes were still closed, and as she spoke, it was like the memory was playing on a movie screen in his mind, “Show me how it feels, show me how she touched you now.”

There was a delay to his movements, a reservation in his body’s response, but it was short lived as she repeated herself. His pants were down around his knees, his cock was in his hand, stroking steadily up and down, and he could hear Dr. Saunders’s voice cutting through the confusion that was buried inside him.

“Here, dear,” she moved a new sample cup to the tip of his cock, “give me the sample just like you did for Tanisha, and then… oh…”

He was shooting earlier than expected, and hard.

“Good, very good, every last drop, and then drop. Every last drop, and then drop. Drop deeper, spent and drained, drop, by drop, down and down.”

“You will listen as you sink… you will listen as you sleep…”

Dr. Saunders’s words floated after him as he melted into a deep and dreamless sleep.

“How was your session with Dr. Saunders?”

It was the next morning, and Colin felt great. He was well rested, he felt calm, and connected to the routine he was a part of now.

But when Tanisha came in to give him his pills, two things happened.

First, he remembered that he didn’t remember much of the night before, that his session with Dr. Saunders was a blur, and that he had no recollection of the evening. It was disconcerting.

Second, he noticed that Tanisha’s blouse had a lower, more revealing neckline, and he was having a hard time looking away from the smooth dark skin of the tops of her breasts.

“I guess it went… well? Yesterday was sort of a…” he remembered her taking his sperm sample, and felt his face turn red.

“That’s good Mr. Davis, it means your mind is recalibrating. You’re moving out of being hyper vigilant, and starting to reprioritize your focus and memory.”

She really did have great tits, great tits that he wanted to… He focused on the pills, “Oh, okay, that’s… that’s really reassuring.”

“Happy to help. Well, I’ll check in later after you take your walk.”

She left, and no sooner had the door closed then his hand moved between his legs. He was stroking through his pants, almost compulsively, and it took some effort to get up, go to the bathroom, and finish in the toilet.

It didn’t take long, but when he came, it drained the motivation out of him, and he went to sit down for a moment after cleaning himself up, but that moment turned into an hour of sleep.

Sleep that ended with another knock on his door,

“Did you have a nap after your walk Mr. Davis?”

Tanisha was back, and he blinked himself into focus as she stood in front of him, “No. I, uh, I, um…”

Her tits seemed like they were getting bigger and more beautiful the longer he stared at her. It was getting him hard, just looking at her showing some cleavage was making his cock twitch, “I never made it out, I fell asleep after you left.

“Well, that’s alright, but you shouldn’t sleep the day away. You need to get up and about today, especially because Dr. Saunders won’t be able to meet with you for several days, so you need to practice your own self care, and check in with yourself while you expand your activities.”

While she was speaking, his eyes kept dropping down to her tits, and he had to keep blinking and trying to refocus on her, all while trying to will his cock down.

This time when she left, he felt his hand drop between his legs and immediately go back to work, but he made himself take a shower, finish in there, and then, despite the overwhelming desire to sleep again, he got dressed and went for a walk.

Halfway through his walk, Colin happened to cross paths with Tanisha, who had put on a sweater, that wasn’t particularly tight or loose, but when she said hello to him out on the path between buildings, his eyes still felt glued to her chest, and he had to make his way back to his room to masturbate again.

Then it was time for lunch, and despite himself, he took another nap, although this one was much shorter.

Colin did make it back out of his room for another walk, and when he made it back to his room, Tanisha was waiting for him with another sample cup.

“I’m sorry, but Dr. Saunders would like another one. I understand you gave her one in her office yesterday, we need a third to measure for some of the side effects from the medications.”

There was a blurry recollection of him masturbating himself in her office, while she guided his tip into a sample container, but it felt alien and distant; it felt absolutely not like him, but apparently it had happened.

There was a flicker of something as he reconciled everything, and he tried to find a way to make sense of this, or ask about any of it, but as much as he wanted to try, the truth was, all he wanted to be was a good patient, because good patients got better, and he wanted to get better.

He could almost hear Dr. Saunders’s voice from the first session, a gentle, powerful force cutting through his vulnerability and instability telling him that all he had to do to get better was to always cooperate, to always be a good patient and obey her and the nurses.

“I’m sorry Tanisha I think…” her sweater was off, and he was staring into her cleavage like he stared into Dr. Saunders’s eyes, “I think I’m a little… dry?”

He could feel his cock kicking in his pants, humming with an urge for stimulation and release. It was a pulsating, throb as it started to grow. It was an adolescent, raw hormonal response pulsing through his adult body.

“Oh really?” She lifted an eyebrow and her eyes said more than her voice, “why is that?”

“I’ve been…” his voice caught in this throat and Colin felt a need to confide in Tanisha and admit to her face that he’d been masturbating to her all day long, but the reality of what he would be saying out loud, the impropriety of telling his nurse that he’d been compulsively masturbating to her tits was… deep and dark, round and soft, warm… so warm and inviting and, and he hadn’t been able to think straight since he got here, but that felt normal because he wasn’t thinking straight before either… but now it was to… two beautiful breasts that…

“You’re such a good patient Colin,” she leaned in closers to him, and his eyes moved down deeper into her cleavage, “you can tell me anything.”

“After you took my sperm sample yesterday,” the words were bursting out of him while his cock has summarily come to full attention, “I’ve been masturbating after every time I’ve seen you.”

She made eye contact with him, and didn’t say anything because Colin felt her eyes speak for her.

“I’ve been thinking of you while I do it,” and from a hidden wellspring of memory and fact he knew he didn’t really have access to or understand, he found the words, “Dr. Saunders encouraged me to… to do what felt right and good, and to do what you inspired in me because you’re sexually attractive to me, and I’m naturally drawn to your position of authority, and nurturing behaviors while I’m so weak and vulnerable.”

“Oh Mr. Davis, I’m so surprised you could remember and articulate all of that. Dr. Saunders knows what she’s doing, and knows what you need, just like me. And I need you,” her hand snaked between his legs and grabbed him by the erection that was tenting his loose pants, “to breathe deep for me, and sink into the now.”

Oh god, he thought he was going to burst from the minimal friction of her hand on him, but instead, he took a centering breath and felt the world get quiet, and the sound of his own mind grew distant and muted.

“Now simply be, feel, and follow my voice,” his waistband was down, and she had one hand pumping, while the other held up the sample cup to catch what would be spilling out much sooner than later.

“Everything you just told me is sinking back inside you now, deeper into the deepest corners of your mind, outside of your voice, outside of your rational mind. It will always be there, logic is inescapable, and logically you cannot escape the logic, but the details are fading back, sinking down, and… oh… oh that’s nice, good job Mr. Davis.”

She tucked his sticky cock, still hard, and dribbling, back into his pants, put the lid on, then washed her hands.

Colin just stood there, teetering.

“As I was saying,” it looked to him in his disoriented state that she’d pulled her neckline even lower, “be a good patient and feel those memories slipping away, back into the back, down and down into the deepest corner of your mind where you will never consciously find them again, and leave them there. And when you do, look into my eyes and tell me you need to rest because you’re very worn out.”

For at least a minute, but not much longer, Colin stood staring at Tanisha’s breasts, and then he felt something untie inside himself, like he pulled the string on a loose knot, and everything fell out of order and into a tangle of nothingness. It was a heavy nothingness though, and a wave of warm, sleepy exhaustion washed over him.

He blinked as he looked up into her eyes, a placid smile on his face, his own eyes glassy and vacant, his voice distant, like someone else was speaking through him, “I need to rest, I’m very worn out.”

Tanisha smiled at him, “Of course you are, you’re a very good patient, go and rest, and watch TV later when you feel up to it.”

A short time later, after the fog cleared, Colin found himself feeling restless.

All day long he’d wanted to do things, wanted to move, wanted to be active and out and about, but that stupefying, all consuming lust, that compulsive need to masturbate had kept derailing him.

Now, however, now that he felt truly relieved, like there was no way he could generate the desire, let alone another load that would make masturbation pleasurable, that restlessness came to life unhindered.

So, he did the only thing he could think of doing, and went for a late evening walk.

Colin was walking towards the intersection that would take him to the front doors when he literally ran into that woman that looked like Meaghan.

“Colin! Oh thank god it’s you.”

It was her.

She looked drained, hollowed out really, and the exhaustion in her eyes echoed the frantic energy in her voice. “Help me get out of here, please. Come with me, please. This is a… it’s a bad place, they’re doing things to us…”

She hugged him and pressed herself up against him. She was, he’d heard from passing gossip, a notoriously vain woman who prided herself on her appearance; if hard work and nature hadn’t blessed her with it, then medical science made up for it, and even now, the effort of her high maintenance beauty and health regimen were evident.

It was what made the frantic, chaotic energy stand out, and Colin immediately felt too confused and overwhelmed to offer much of anything, except to hug her back. He felt bad about noticing the heft and feel of her breast implants pressing into him with that hug.

“Meaghan, what are you saying, I don’t understand…”

“They’re using us Colin, they’re brainwashing us and using us… they, they’re in our heads, there’s no treatment here, they’re programming us, conditioning us to obey them. They’re constantly hypnotizing us over and over again and…”

The panicked energy drained out of her voice, “They’re sexually taking advantage of us, putting desires in our heads and using them to make us docile, and incentivizing our bodies to surrender.”

“No. No, that… that can’t be right.”

But was it wrong?

No, it couldn’t be right. That was ludicrous, she was having a breakdown, she would never get better thinking like that. It was wrong for her to be so oppositional and paranoid.

“Meaghan, please. You need to let them help you, we’ll only get better if…”

He watched her eyes start to go glassy as he spoke, and he started to feel good saying what Dr. Saunders and Tanisha had said to him so many time, but she put her hand over her mouth.

“No, don’t say those words. That’s how they do it to us, they trigger us constantly, they build and build on our compromised minds and… and…”

He followed her eyes as she looked down the hall.

There was the red headed woman he’d always seen her with.

“Hi Meaghan, it’s time for our session, you’re ready to cooperate and come with me now aren’t you?”

The red haired woman with the glasses smiled at them as she spoke, and Colin felt Meaghan’s body go slack as she turned away from him and slowly walked away. Maybe she was faking it; maybe she was trying not to draw more attention to herself.

Or maybe…

“Hello Mr. Davis, Meaghan said she knew you, it has to be nice to see a familiar face. You look a little tired, a little exhausted, and you feel it don’t you? Wouldn’t it be so nice, and so easy to just go rest now? Go back to your room and rest, it’s what we think is best for you.”

This woman’s honey sweet and soft as silk voice had poured its way into his head and tangled up everything he’d thought or heard in the last few minutes, and all he wanted to do was go watch TV. He wandered away from them, moving on autopilot, and didn’t see that the red head never gave him another look. He just went to his room, turned on the TV, and zoned out.

As Colin’s mind wandered, he got lost in thinking about how much he just wanted to do what he was told, and how much he needed to do what Dr. Saunders and Tanisha told him to. His mind wandered to them and how good it felt to know that he was getting better any time he followed their instructions, and cooperated fully.

His intake with Dr. Saunders had made him feel so calm, it was like she’d drained all the noise and all the chaos out of his mind, and replaced it with hope, and optimism about his future. She’d been so soothing, and there was something so compelling about her confidence, and the way her eyes had commanded his focus. Thinking about Dr. Saunders, and how matter of fact she was with him while being so kind and so supportive, made it easy to believe that all he had to do to get better was do exactly what she said.

He smiled as he thought about simply following the doctor’s orders, and that made him think about how sweet, and nice, and Tanisha was… and… and how sexually compelling she was too.

It was a thought that edged its way in, and he thought about her hand on him, taking the samples, and how he felt a pragmatic sense of guilt fantasizing about her as she had just done her job. It felt wrong to objectify her, to constantly stare at her breasts the way he had the last day, but at the same time something else was telling him it was natural and right, that he should be comfortable recognizing and accepting his desire for her.

It seemed like something Dr. Saunders would say, but if she had said it, he couldn’t remember it, or place the conversation. And when he tried to tug on that idea like it was a loose thread of a memory, he kept winding back around to Tanisha’s deep cleavage, and the way her softness always seemed to consume him whenever he saw her.

Colin could feel the deep, and exhausted tingle between his legs as he thought of her, and maybe he would have started to touch himself again, but the program that was on ended, and the screen went black for a moment.

In that darkness, he saw the pale outline of the words “Sink into the now”, and his focus became glued to the screen.

The darkness he was seeing on the screen wasn’t a black screen, it was a black room, and a cold florescent white light came to life, illuminating a beautiful, very fit woman with pronounced perky breasts that seemed like a contrast to her very defined body.

This woman’s face and hair were covered by a black latex hood with eye and mouth holes, and a collar with a long chain was locked around her neck. She stood upright facing the camera, empty eyes staring at nothing, and Colin thought he recognized that vacant stare, and that pert perfect body, but he wasn’t sure… not until the woman holding the other end of the chain walked into frame.

She was dressed in a latex cat suit that hugged her own shapely figure, and her red hair was up in a very tight bun. She was looking down her nose at her slave, staring over the top of her glasses.

It had to be Meaghan, because that was her nurse. Her nurse who was in stiletto heels, and who was tugging the chain while lightly tapping a riding crop on her black clad thigh.

Neither of the spoke, the Mistress pulled her slave’s chain, and the slave followed. The Mistress directed the slave with the tip of the crop, and the slave crawled on all fours moving here and there, being struck on her bare ass frequently, but not with any great force. The slave was yanked back to her feet… its feet Colin understood, and the Mistress spanked the slave across its breasts with the riding crop, and did so repeatedly, before letting the crop fall from her hand, and dangle from her wrist by a leather thong.

Mistress then started to massage the slave’s tits, pinching its nipples, and caressing the welts that she had caused. Slowly this turned into an assault on the slave’s body, groping, slapping, teasing, kissing, pinching, while the slave stood still and silent as its body was moved about and posed.

In every pose the Mistress struck her slave with the crop, much harder in some places, barely teasing a touch in others, and Colin could not look away.

He watched in a state or reverie, as the woman he knew was Meaghan, was tortured, teased, and abused, and he watched as Mistress pushed her slave onto her knees, straddled its masked face, and grinded against that face until Mistress let out a series of moans growing louder, longer, and more intense, until finally she stopped, grabbed the slave by its tits, and made it stand up again.

Colin had started masturbating at some point, and he reached his climax as the slave did, when Mistress’s touch became forceful in a different way, and her hand moved between the slave’s legs, and forced it to climax over and over, its own voice reflexively crying out in pleasure, and then exhaustion, until the slave toppled in a mess at its Mistress’s feet.

Mistress bent down, pulled off the mask, and grabbed Meaghan by the hair, guiding her face to stare into the camera, “Don’t you feel so much better now Meaghan? Isn’t it so much easier to do what you’re told, so we can make you better. Aren’t you better like this, aren’t you better the way I’ve made you?”

“Yes Mistress, I want to be a good patient, and I will do what I’m told, I can only get better when I obey without questions, and act without hesitation. Thank you for curing me.”

Her words were delivered with a vibrant conviction that made his balls ache, and his mind go blank even as cum trickled down his cock and his hand. Silence pulled at him, inviting him to disappear inside it, and he let go of everything.

The world was dark… until it wasn’t…

“Wake up, Colin wake up, we have to g… eewww, clean yourself up and come on, now’s our chance, it’s our only chance.”

Meaghan was beside him, dressed in street clothes, with a bag over her shoulder, shaking him. His cock was still in his hand, and he’d drooled on himself in the mindless slumber that had taken him some time ago.

“I, ugh…” he was trying to process things, but Meaghan was talking and talking at him.

“Colin get up, you have to be a good patient and do what you’re told, I’m sorry to do that, to use that on you, but you have to help me, do what you’re told, be a good patient, sink into the now and help me, help me now.”

The verbal assault was relentless, and effective. She started to direct him, telling him to change, telling him what to pack, and continued to say things, phrases that they used, over and over again, not giving him a chance to think or process anything past what she was immediately saying.

Then, they were out the door and walking down the hall. “We’ll never get better if we don’t stay here Meaghan, why are you making me do this, why don’t you want to get better.”

“Shut up,” she pulled him by the arm and led him down the hall.

“Listen,” she stopped them at an intersection, “didn’t you watch what they did to me and made me say. Haven’t you thought at all about what they’re doing, what you’ve been doing for them, or what they’ve made you do? Do you think I wanted to be treated like that? On camera?”

Colin was trying to reconcile what she was saying with how he felt, and how everyone made him feel. It was all wrong, she was wrong, he was wrong, nothing was right, and he couldn’t think. It felt like he was melting down again, cracking again, “Don’t make me do this, I need to get better.”

“You’ll only get better if you get out. If you stay here you won’t get better, you’ll just become their slave… like they made me, But I fought it, I tricked them, follow me, this way. Be a good patient for me, please, just for me now, and follow me Colin.”

She was still holding him by the arm, and was pulling on him, twisting him around. He was pretty sure they were going back the way they came, but he couldn’t stop Meaghan, and she seemed so certain… or crazy.

Maybe her own mental fragility was making her so erratic, and why would anyone here make her do something she didn’t want to do? Maybe it was his own imagination, maybe she was never on his TV, and that sounded better… but how could she know what he was imagining?  

Maybe she was right,

“Did that really happen?”

She stopped, and pulled him into a stairwell, “Did what really happen?”

“The, they uh… you being…”

She pulled on his arm, “Yes, but don’t think about that, just sink into the now and come with me, we have to go upstairs to get out, they’re watching the door, we have to go up to get out.”

They went on like this for a while, Meaghan pulling him by the arm, him stumbling and asking a question, her turning around and doubling back, or going up another flight of stairs, then back down a different one.

Finally, all of her terse answers, and all of her persistence broke through to him with one violent shake. “They have been hypnotizing you constantly for the last five days, you don’t even know what you’re thinking or why. They. Are. Brainwashing. You, and I’m using their tricks to get through to you. Look at me, listen to me, listen, remember, and think.”

Colin was so disoriented and confused, and so lost in retracing his mental and emotional steps since arriving, that he followed her in a chaotic stupor.

The pieces started to fall into place, and all of the veils over his memories were lifted.

“Oh god,” he stopped dead in his tracks, “we have to get out of here, you’re right. We have to get out of her and tell someone.”

She pulled on his arm again, dragging him down another hallway, “I know. Here, we can make our way out through here.”

Meaghan ushered him through a random door, and stepped in after him.

It was his room.

They were back where they started, and they were not alone. The red headed nurse was there, so was Dr. Saunders, and standing between them both was Tanisha.

“Very good Meaghan, you’re shown us how good a patient you really are. You’ve done so well, we’re so proud of you.”

It wasn’t the red head, it wasn’t Dr. Saunders, Tanisha was the one speaking, and staring deep into Colin’s eyes.

“As for you Mr. Davis,” her fingers brushed across the tops of her breasts, and her partially unbuttoned blouse was showing a lot of that cleavage, “constant masturbating, watching pornography, and trying to escape? You’re not a very good patient are you? It almost seems like you’re a bad patient, like you’re fighting against our help. Why would you ever let someone convince you to leave here when you know where you need to be, and why?”

“What’s happening here? Meaghan, what have they done to you, what kind of game are you playing, how can you be doing this to us!”

Colin felt profound dread wash over him, and he started to turn away. He had his bag, he had everything he needed, he could force his way out…

“I’d love to answer your questions Mr. Davis, because I want to help you get better, but tell me, where’s your right hand right now?”

It was.

Oh god.

It was between his legs.

“It’s such a sad thing to see,” Tanisha was rubbing her tits slowly, heavily massaging them over her blouse, and looking deep into his eyes, “someone so sick refusing to get better, fighting against what’s good for them. Be a good patient Mr. Davis, show my assistants what you’ve been doing after every time you’ve seen me.

“No, I’m not going to…” his hands were moving on their own, and when he tried to stop himself, they just moved in fits and starts until his pants were down, his cock was out, and he was stroking it front of all four of them.

“I don’t think Dr. Saunders has been doing a very good if this is what you’re doing in front of a room full of women. Tell me, you know Meaghan, you wouldn’t masturbate in front of her if you were healthy and in your right mind would you?”

Tanisha had unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way, and her breasts were there, held by the plainest of tan colored bras. It was too much for him and he shot his load on the floor.

“Oh god, what’s happening to me, what’s happening to me.” His hand was still pumping until his cock started to shrivel, and the four women just stared at him.

“You have no impulse control anymore. You have no free will anymore. You are broken and beaten, your mind is soft and mismanaged, it needs correction, it needs guidance, and my current Dr. Saunders clearly needs more practice learning to help you. Meaghan didn’t even have to seduce you, or try more than once to lure you out, and that’s very disappointing. Nikita was my last Dr. Saunders, and look at how well her patient has been responding. I think Meredith, your Dr. Saunders needs to take you to less extravagant quarters until you learn to let us help you again, and not try to leave before you’re well, or without saying good bye.”

He was frozen in confusion and fear, his body didn’t want to respond to his own thoughts, and he saw the red head, Nikita, with her hand up Meaghan’s skirt, whispering in her ear. He looked into the vacant, passive eyes, and he saw a flicker of happiness and sexual bliss.

It was contagious, he felt the afterglow of his orgasm pulling on him, making him feel so tired and heavy… but… but those weren’t his thoughts… they weren’t his words…

“So tired and heavy, so sleepy Colin, sleepy Colin, so tired and heavy, be a good patient and obey.” The words were soft and sweet in his ear, and he realized Dr. Saunders, or whomever she was, was standing behind him, whispering in his ear, her hands on his chest, her breasts pressed into his back. “So tired and heavy, so sleepy Colin, sleepy Colin, so tired and heavy, be a good patient and obey.”

“But this is a voluntary treatment center, all you have to do right now is tell me you want to leave. Do you,” Tanisha pulled her bra down and let her tits bounce free, “want to leave?”

“You want to stay, you need to obey, say it, you want to stay, you need to obey,” Dr. Saunders’ voice was blocking out his own thoughts, and her hand was wrapped over his, encouraging his stroke, pushing it faster and harder. “You want to stay, you need to obey, say it, you want to stay, you need to obey.”

“I… I… the little voice, the broken fragment of his sanity cried out for him to fight, to physically fight, to yell and scream, to demand to be set free, but he couldn’t stop.

Nikita had walked Meaghan to him like a dog and knelt down beside her, stroking her hair as she whispered into Meaghan’s ear, then he felt Dr. Saunders hand clamp down his and pull it away as Meaghan’s lips wrapped around his cock.

“You’re not well Mr. Davis. You shouldn’t be getting your cock sucked by Meaghan, she’s not even in control of herself right now. This is very immoral.”

As Tanisha reprimanded him in the most cloying, and condescendingly sweet voice he’d ever heard, she continued the slow heavy roll of her breasts in her hands, all while Dr. Saunders kept chanting, “You want to stay, you need to obey, say it, you want to stay, you need to obey.”

He shivered and a violent convulsion caused him to pull his hand away from Dr. Saunderss grip, but both his hands ended up on Meaghan’s head as he found himself fucking her mouth against his hill.
            “I want to stay, I need to obey.”

The orgasm shot through him, but her mouth kept going,

“Do you want to leave Mr. Davis,” Tanisha’s tits were all he could see now, “or do you want to stay. What do you think Dr. Saunders, doesn’t Mr. Davis want to stay?”

He was about to tell them that he wanted to stay, and that he needed to obey, but Dr. Saunders put her hand over his mouth and spoke for him.

“Yes Tanisha, my patient does want to stay, and I’ll take him to more appropriate accommodations right now.”

Colin had lost something in Meaghan’s mouth.

The last of his wellbeing shattered, and like a drugged patient he followed the woman serving as Dr. Saunders out of the room and down the hall, waddling after her with his pants around his ankles.

“Here you are, this is much better for you, and look, someone already brought you your bag. You’re all ready to try again aren’t you Mr. Davis?”

They’d walked around the floor in a circle and come back to his original room, emptied of everyone else, but he didn’t know that. He knew what he was told, he believed Dr. Saunders, who must be Dr. Saunders because that was her name.

“Now tell me, do you usually walk around with your penis out?”

He blinked, “I don’t… do you know?”

“Well, seeing as how you’ve done it now, I’m sure this isn’t the first time. Or, did you perhaps want to impress me? Are you sexually attracted to me Mr. Davis?’

“I don’t… I…” he looked at her, she had a pretty face, and she seemed so wise and patient, and even kind, and he didn’t know how real his most recent memories were, because they didn’t seem real.

“I think you are. Now, that’s alright, you can be completely open with me, being a good patient, and you do want to be my good patient, you’ll do anything to be my good patient now after being so bad, you must be completely open with me so I can help you. And I want to help you now, so look into my eyes, look deep into my eyes and just relax Mr. Davis. You like my eyes, they’re soft and sexy, just like my voice…”

When Colin left Brookridge, he left a penniless slave to his new wife Meaghan, the woman who controlled him like a puppet, and who funneled all of their future finances back to the institution and its founder, Doctor Tanisha Saunders. They also, thanks to Meaghan, funneled many of their friends through the institution’s gates.

None who entered ever left with their own free will.