I awaken what I suppose is hours later alone in the same room. My mind is the equivalent of thick mud. Everything was too white and too loud. Beeping. What is that beeping? It's getting louder and faster in tune to the pounding in my head. I'm being medically monitored. I still cannot move and I feel that my clothes have been removed. At least I can feel a sheet or blanket over my body. I start to voice my concerns but the dryness of my mouth has been replaced by a gag. The gag fills my mouth completely to the back of my tongue. I cannot speak or breathe around it. I start to choke on the feeling of it, alarms squealing in the distance and the shuffle of feet into the room. It is the mistress again, stroking my hair back. I feel sweaty and nauseated under the intensity of her examinations. She injects something into the IV that runs from above my head into the vein in the back of my hand. "Calm down, Sherlock. I can make you. Relax."
She is now caressing my face. I try to stare daggers into her cold eyes to portray how repulsive she is to me. Control Freak. Sex addict. I feel the fear slipping away with the drugs but I am still aware. She continues. "So perfect. Skin like porcelain, excellent bone structure. Angelic. You are beautiful Mr. Holmes, I have wanted you so badly. I want you." She began to rub at her genitals through the latex suit she wore. She pulled down the sheet that covered my chest and grazed my abdomen with her hand. I try not to let her know I am sensitive there but she notices the hitch in my breath. "I can see this is going to be fun indeed." She gently palpates my stomach from my breastbone to my pubic area. I feel like I could urinate when she presses down on my bladder. Who knows how much fluids they have infused into my veins while I was out. She must have felt the fullness there too because she commented.
"Hmmm. I think we have a little problem here." She opened a package out on the table behind her containing a urinary catheter set. "Can't have any accidents can we? Say aaahh." She inserted the cath into my urethra despite my pitiful groaning. I felt the urine flow out of my bladder when she secured the drain tubing to my thigh. I had been cathed before when in the hospital after being shot by Mary. The experience had been quite nice then, not having to move from bed to go to the loo but this was a totally different feeling. I was being violated, stripped of my free will. Controlled with drugs and bound.
She was stroking my penis and cupping my testicles. "Sherlock, Sherlock. I would have thought that would excite you. It sure excited me. What next? I think you could do with another infusion. I like my men with large testicles." I didn't know what she meant but she was readying another IV setup. "I want you to watch this, you might find it fascinating." She pulled over a small television monitor that was hooked to a video feed directly from the bottom of the bed so I could see it. I saw his own body from that angle, focused on my genitals. I noticed I had been shaved. I try to keep myself trimmed and neat in that area but never shaven slick.
She was cleaning my scrotum with betadine swabs, the browinsh fluid running down my groin. She had an infusion needle aimed at the top of my scrotum, near the base of my penis. I couldn't breathe as she pushed the needle into my skin and began to push the fluids into my scrotal sac. The fluid was warm and I began to try to free myself from the restraints again. My head was held firm by the cervical collar and straps and it felt like I had rigid splints on the rest of my extremities. I watched in horror as my scrotum swelled with the fluids she was infusing. She stroked my penis and testicles as they grew. "Yummy! How's that treatment? I think I will have some of my own medicine as you get bigger for me. Then I want to work on that tummy of yours. You're too skinny Sherlock. I like a little belly sometimes."
She slowly unzipped the bottom of her suit to expose herself and sat on a stool where she could see my expanding genitals. I felt extreme pressure but it wasn't really painful. The mistress was inserting a catheter into her own bladder and then placed a butterfly shaped vibrator over her clitoris. She made soft moaning sounds as she supported my bloated scrotum. "I want to make you hard, Sherlock. Give you what you need to fully recover." She injected something into the side of my penis. I saw stars in my vision due to the surprise of the injection. I tried to think of something else, retreat into my mind palace but the drugs from earlier was preventing me from doing that. "Yes. That's it. How about that?" she smiled at me. I looked at the monitor to see my rock hard penis pulling at the catheter fixed to my leg. She released the tape holding it in place. She then placed a milking device over my stiffened member, the catheter exited the top of the device. It began to tighten and vibrate. I felt its vibration against my penis tip, my hips involuntarily squirming in response. I was losing all control!
The mistress continued to pleasure herself while watching my cock response and testicles swell. I was humiliated. My breath and heartbeat quickened and my genitals ached. The mistress was rubbing my lower abdomen occasionally pressing against my bladder. I was going to explode. My penis filled the milking device now, swollen along with my testicles. Please, no! My whole body stiffened with the force of my orgasm. The mistress was climaxing with her vibrator and screaming my name. I looked at the monitor after I caught my breath and my testicles were grossly swollen, filled with the fluid she had infused. She was removing the needle and caressing them gently. "Now, that's better." She took off the milking device and reconnected the catheter to its tubing to drain. She held up another brown filled syringe. "Baby wants its bottle now? Good baby." I felt the heaviness again as the heroin reached my veins through the IV. I needed to escape and soon before the addict took over and started to enjoy the punishment.