Committed – Chapter Nine
Suzy’s eyes opened as the sun of a new day started to stream through the screened window of her room. Turning over to see if Wendy was awake yet, the wetness contained in the diapers shifted, reminding her of what she had been forced to do. When she achieved the new position, she could feel the luke warm pee that her movement had squeezed out of the diaper become re-absorbed into the material.
Wendy was still deep asleep so Suzy closed her eyes again and tried to go back to sleep as there was nothing else that she could do until she was released from the restraint that kept her from getting out of the bed. Although she did not fall completely asleep, she did drift into a state of semi-consciousness allowed her mind to go back over what had transpired since noon of the day before. The itch between her legs that had been the reason that she was in her current state, started to return. Suzy tried squeezing her thighs together in an effort to either make the itch go away or to accommodate it. The two balls at the end of her sleeves reminded her that she was not going to be able to find any help in obtaining relief from that direction. The first attempt at the squeezing motion caused her to change her mind as all she succeeded in accomplishing was to cause the pee in the diapers to bath her skin and form a puddle at her hip. She lay still once more while it became absorbed once again.
A bright and cheery, “Good morning ladies,” from Nurse Ross as she walked into the room brought both girls awake.
“Are we nice and wet this morning?” she asked in a mocking tone of voice.
Sitting down on the side of Wendy’s bed, she let a moment or two of silence pass before she teasingly said, “Well, might I assume that the lack of response from either of you means that you are both nice and comfortable and don’t need to be changed?” Wendy, without any hesitation, answered, “Please, Nurse Ross will you change my diapers.
I am soaked!” Suzy added her plea for comfort to her roommate’s.
Nurse Ross looked over at Suzy saying that she would have to wait until she was finished with Wendy and it was going to take longer to get her ready for the day. The way Nurse Ross put it and the look on her face caused Suzy some concern, as well it should. If she knew what was in store for her, Suzy most likely would not have elected to wait patiently for her turn.
As Suzy watched, Nurse Ross took the key ring from her pocket and selecting one of the smaller keys, inserted it into the hole in the center of Wendy’s belt buckle and in a moment the belt that had kept her in bed was laying sprawled across the sheet. Wendy then, very carefully, eased off the bed and stood with her back to Nurse Ross as another tiny key was selected from the ring and used by Nurse Ross on the tab of the zipper at the back of Wendy’s neck before it was opened allowing the sleeper to come off Wendy’s shoulders, down her arms and drop to hips where it was stopped by the elastic waist. Nurse Ross told her to take it off the rest of the way and she would meet Wendy in the shower.
Picking up a plastic bag from the cart she had left by the door, she followed the girl into the bathroom. Shortly, Suzy heard the shower running. She desperately wished that she was the one under the cleansing spray and not tethered to the bed with a soggy diaper held against her lower body that she could do nothing about. As the two returned from the bathroom, Nurse Ross was saying to Wendy, “If you are going to insist upon being sarcastic whenever you find the chance as you did in the report you wrote, young lady, you can only expect more nights of this or worse. Of all people to have see it, the only one that could have been a worse choice would have been Dr. Andrews.
You may wear regular underwear and a front opening jumpsuit today if you promise to behave.”
“I’ll be good,” promised Wendy as she started to dress.
“Nurse Ross,” Suzy called to the nurse as she started for the door, “I need to get clean.”
“You will have to wait a bit longer Suzy,” she called back over her shoulder as she disappeared from sight.
Having sat up when she saw that Nurse Ross was on the way out the door and not going to allow her to get clean, Suzy flopped back to the pillow with tears in her eyes. The rapid movement had caused pleasure on the muscles over her bladder and she felt more pee being deposited in the diaper. The pill must still be working. When was it going to stop? She was sure that the diaper could not hold any more. Suzy never in her wildest dreams thought that wet diapers could become the center of her existence, but things were moving in that direction.
In the meantime Wendy had dressed and was finishing brushing her hair.
As she was putting her things back in the dresser drawer, she had to leave as it was her turn to help get things ready for breakfast in the day room. She gave Suzy a parting bit of advise in that it is usually better to not resist the nurses since things usually ended up worse then they would have been if you kept your mouth shut. She then left the room to do her chores.
Suzy felt totally defeated as she let another stream into her diapers.
She did not even try to stop it. From her bed, she could see that the girls and the staff had started to move around the ward. The noise of the place coming to life was inviting but the belt with the shiny buckle that girdled her waist demanded, without appeal, that she remain where she was.
It must have been only ten to fifteen minutes, although it felt like hours, when Dr. Andrews, followed by Nurse Gilbert and Nurse Ross came into the room.
“Why don’t you put the things on the other bed where they will be handy,” suggested to Nurse Ross whose arms were loaded with things that Suzy did not recognize.
While Dr. Andrews pulled a chair up to the side of the bed, the two nurses were busy on each side of the bed with things that were taken from the pile that Nurse Gilbert had up on Wendy’s bed.
“I suggest that you direct your attention to our discussion rather then to what others are doing. You can rest assured that they don’t need supervision,” Dr. Andrews said opening her discussion with Suzy.
“I see that you are determined upon continuing to abuse yourself,” she said going over the notes that the nurses had made in Suzy’s chart.
“Well Suzy, since you can’t be trusted to control yourself we will do it for you. Now, as we went over yesterday in my office, we have several areas that need correcting. Last night we put a stop to the self abuse and will continue to provide the control for you that you seem to be unable to provide for yourself.” Suzy was starting not to like what she was hearing but felt that she better keep quiet, heeding Wendy’s advice. The wisdom of her decision became immediately apparent when Dr. Andrews looked up from consulting chart.
“If you have not yet accepted the fact that tantrums will only bring about even more profound applications of what you find not to your liking, I think that it is only fair to warn you that we have methods that are most effective in bringing outbursts such as the one in my office to a quick halt and will eliminate any possibility of a reoccurrence. Let’s move on to today’s remedial treatment. I am most concerned about your lack of appreciation for what others do for you and your disdain for their feelings. The way that we will approach the problem is really very simple. You are going to be made totally dependent upon just those whom you would expect to jump at your beck and call. This might seem as though this is exactly what you would want. There is going to be a twist to this that you will find an excellent teacher of how to be appreciative of others’ efforts and feelings. Nurse Ross and Nurse Gilbert are going to get you ready for your first day of treatment and I’ll wait here to monitor your reactions and to make notes on your response to your preparations. I believe that everything should be above board so let me warn you that how you accept their authority will help determine the course that treatment will take.”
“Come on, Suzy. Let’s sit you up so we can get the jumpsuit off,” Nurse Ross said as she helped Suzy up off the pillow.
“On second thought, I see that you have started to leak so we had better get a changing pad under you first. Lay back for a moment. Pull your feet back so Nurse Gilbert can slide it under your knees. That’s a good girl. Now arch your back so your backside is off the bed. I know that you can’t get it up very high with the belt on but if you try hard you can get it up enough so Nurse Gilbert can get the pad under you. Come on, the belt isn’t that tight, only a little higher. Now hold that for just a second, That’s a good girl. You can relax now, the bed is protected.” As Suzy put her buns back on the bed, her bladder released some more pee.
“Just in time,” Nurse Gilbert said.
“She’s wetting again and leaking.”
“Up you go now, so we can get the top of the jumpsuit open.” Suzy felt as if she was sitting with her backside in a tub. She also felt the wetness on her thighs where she had leaked. The worst part of the whole thing was that there was nothing that she could do for herself. She could only sit and allow herself to be handled as a baby would be. As Nurse Ross helped support her in the sitting position, she could feel Nurse Gilbert work the key in the lock at the nape of her neck, the zipper then being opened and the jumpsuit pushed from her shoulders. The sleeves fell down her arms only to stop at her wrists and the top at the elastic waist and the locked belt.
“I’ll bet that you would like to have your fingers back,” said Nurse Ross as each of the nurses took one of Suzy’s arms and pulling each sleeve inside out as far as it could go they uncovered a cuff around both her wrists that was attached to the open end of the ball that had covered her hands all night. The cuffs were held closed by a strap of 2″ wide Velcro. It was frustrating to Suzy to simply sit there in her soggy diaper and watch how easily the nurses performed the tasks necessary to free her hands from their confinement. Even if she had known about the Velcro, there would have been nothing that she could have done as the jumpsuit sleeves were also attached to the balls and covering the Velcro wrist straps thus protecting them from being opened unless the jumpsuit was first removed from the upper body.
For the first time in over twelve hours, she was able to feel fresh air on her hands or see her fingers move.
The nurses had her lay back down on the pillow now that She was naked from the waist up. Although the jumpsuit allowed air to not be trapped and was able to `breath’, the fresh air felt good on her body. So wrapped up in the enjoyment of the moment, Suzy did not realize that the nurses had brought her hands back up to the level of her head but near the edge of the mattress and encircled her wrists with leather cuffs. This action by the nurses assured that Suzy remained flat on her back and unable to interfere with the nurses. To forestall any problems, Nurse Gilbert patted Suzy on the shoulder telling her that they were just following normal procedures for patients undergoing dependency therapy and they would have her out of the wet diapers in just a little bit.
Nurse Ross was in the process of unlocking the waist belt as Suzy was being reassured. In the following moments she saw the jumpsuit pulled off her body. The pastel pink rubber panties that Suzy had only felt up to then with her thighs were now in full view. These followed the jumpsuit as soon as Nurse Ross had put a thick padding between her bottom and the water proof changing pad that was already protecting the bed, saying that she did not think that the changing pad would be able to absorb the puddle inside the rubber panties alone. She was right. The diapers and padding that was used to absorb the excess from the rubber panties went into the diaper pail with a thud.
The End of Committed – Chapter Nine.
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