It had been a long week. The pandemic
was making things worse. I have had panic attacks in the past, all from the horrors I have seen. I have been seeing Dr. William for about 6 months on a regular basis, more recently. I was having a panic attack again and I got to his office just as he was closing up. He was the only one left for the day. He could see the panic in my eyes so he relented and let me into the building.
I told him about my partner leaving me and how he didn’t understand my fetishes. My mind was racing and I couldn’t sit still. I explained that I could not handle being alone.
Dr. William remained calm and spoke about support groups and meds. When he realized that I was beyond those he started talking about inpatient. Being placed somewhere where I could get myself together.
I refused, stating that I was not going into the crazy house. He continued to talk and say that he felt that I was not safe to be out alone anymore. He talked about a sedative and I watched him pull out a needle and said he would call the ward and see if there was room for me.
Well once I saw the needle something in me snapped. I quickly got up and reached for it. He was quicker than I expected. He yelled for me to calm down and this was for my own good. We fell to the floor together and the needle fell from his grip. He got his bearings and was soon straddling me. He looked for the needle but I had it in my hand and I quickly jabbed it into his leg. He let out a scream and I pushed him off me. He was quickly sedated and unable to move.
I panicked.. I can't believe what I had just done but there was no going back. He wasn’t going to lock me up.... So he had to disappear. I knew what to do. In my attic was the suit. The one I was told to get rid of, the one that was dangerous for me to own. All my old equipment was up there. I wasn’t going to be alone ever again.
I packed him up and left. I got him home and into my attic. I quickly sealed him in the rubber suit all my boyfriends refused to wear. Well Dr. William would never get out of it. I locked the suit on with a collar, pouring super glue into the lock, making it permanent.
He started to come around and fight but by that time I had him tied tightly and the suit subsequently blinded him. He was not escaping.
He threatened that I would go to jail and that would be much worse than a mental health institute. I laughed at him and explained that no one was going anywhere and he was my new gimp boyfriend.
It has taken months but I finally got him to the point I want him. He opens his mouth like he has been trained to do. He use to fight, curse and try to bite... Removing all his teeth really helped with the biting. The constant beating, fucking and isolation finally broke the rest of him. He is on a diet of cum, piss and dog food, getting each several times a day.
He totally reactionary as He has no sight. He has learned to rely on me and do what is expected to avoid being beat.
He use to be A doctor, Young and handsome. He had everything going for him... 6 figure salary, sports car and pent house apartment. Now he is just property.
As he licks my boots I call him “Doc” he whimpers a bit as it reminds him of everything he lost and what he has become.
