Fit to Be TIED

Hmm? Oh… you must have drowsed off just now. It was hard not to – here in this dark, womb-like tube.

It was just like your wife had promised in response to your earlier, apprehensive questions. "Don't you worry, babe! Just lay there and close your eyes," she'd ordered, in her best and most reassuring doctor's manner. "Nine folks out of ten come out of our MRI sound asleep. It's like a spa or something, honest. So quit being a big baby about this, okay?"

Well, she was the medical professional in the family. She was the one who seemed to know why you needed a scan for brain tumors or whatever. So you'd obligingly accepted the injections… stripped down… lain down on the narrow cot… and allowed her and the masked, officious nurses around her to ease your naked self, slowly but inexorably, into the darkness of the electromagnetic tube.

Now you were awake. The softly humming darkness was absolute: pitch-black as a cave, with no visible difference between having your eyes open or closed. You must still be in the midst of the procedure, you thought to yourself. Probably best not to stir too much.

But even so, you couldn't help but swallow at the strange sensation in your nose and sinuses. They felt… weird – almost raw, as if you'd just come out of a particularly nasty cold. You tried to flex your arms silently – and besides their curious numbness, noticed a strange, tight sensation around each wrist. Wait… what was that? It felt almost like a- a cuff-

Almost like those kinky cuffs you'd persuaded your blushing secretary to put on you just last month. You know… the one you never, ever wanted your cold, professional wife to find out about.

You tugged weakly once more. Yes, they were most definitely stuck! Had something happened while you were out? You couldn't quite remember. Surely there was a reason, though. Probably just to make sure a patient didn't move during the scan. Probably the counterpart of this strange, confining cradle surrounding your head…

You swallowed hard, wetting your dry lips and feeling the strange, burning sensation again in your sinuses. How about your feet? A quick tug… and yes, your stomach fluttered in renewed apprehension. Your ankles were cuffed fast, too. You literally couldn't escape this thing – and though you'd never thought of yourself as claustrophobic, now the sudden hammering of your heart and the jolt of adrenaline you felt undeniably signaled your rising panic and fear.

Yet before you could do more than open your mouth in a sudden, doubtful urge to call out, a voice sounded, low and sibilant, in your ears. It was uncanny, this sensation of hearing without the feeling of earbuds in your ears. And though ordinarily you might have recollected that awesome time you'd tried out bone conduction audio glasses in that electronics store, now the voice and the words drove any other thoughts out of your brain.

"Hey there, baby. Glad you're awake at last… you mother-fucking son of a bitch."

It was unmistakably her voice. Your wife's. That is, the woman on whom you'd been cheating these past sixteen months.

"Oh, don't bother struggling," she crooned into your brain, and you shivered at the hard edge in her voice. "It's far too late for that. I've got you right where I want you. I've got all the evidence I need. And I'm going to do exactly what I want with you… no questions asked."

"Jenna?!" You managed to croak out, but the sound was muffled… strangled… hollow here in this inky tube. "Jenna, what are you-" But in cut her voice, a sarcastic note entering it as you stared wildly up into the darkness. "Now, don't bother trying to respond. You're in a soundproof machine, baby. We can't hear you out here – in fact, no one in the world can hear you right now. Scream all you like, sure. But it's all completely pointless. Just like our marriage has been, apparently."

She- she'd found out- You opened your mouth to protest, to explain… and then shut it again. "That's right. You're an out and out bastard, you know that?" Her voice was deadly calm, and even as the machine around you began humming and whirring into action, her words came through loud and clear. "Which is why I'm taking matters into my own hands. Giving you precisely what you deserve. And yeah… while I'm at it, using you to show my colleagues here just what incredible potential our new technology has."

A rubbery device brushed against your lips. A yelp escaped you – but only for a moment. For in it slipped, with all the lithe ease of a cat slipping through a barely-open door. And before you could even begin to try to expel it, the gag began to inflate with horrifying speed, puffing up your cheeks and gorging your mouth with its rubbery bulk.

"Now that I know your cheating has no medical rationale," she continued, seemingly oblivious to the panicked gurgles that you were frantically trying to force through your well-silenced mouth. "You know – no brain tumors or aneurysms to explain it – there's nothing more you can say to stop me. Here, now that that lying mouth is taken care of, let's take control of that other troublesome thingie of yours."

Cool mechanical fingers brushed over your exposed crotch. Even in your panic, you suddenly realized that something felt off. Your skin down there felt so… smooth. Hairless. Wait, had they shaven…?!

But already what seemed to be a series of hard, uncompromising rings were thrusting over your flaccid member. Under and around your balls slipped a cool plastic loop with devastating finality. And now as you tugged and twisted impotently in your restraints, you felt the reality of your situation sink in. You were her captive now: and not only bound and gagged, but now with your cock locked into some horrifying sort of chastity device!

"Aww, don't worry, baby," she crooned again, even as the rings began to tighten and compress your dick down into a limp, trapped little pecker. "It's a flexi-cage of my own invention! It's perfectly safe. And best of all, it's going to stay tight for as long as I say it does… and expand whenever I think you deserve to cum. Which – let's be honest – will be pretty fucking rare."

A light flickered now into your eyes, and as you stared wildly upward, the glistening outline of some sort of goggles appeared before you… then lowered irresistibly down into place over your eyes. Buckles stretched and popped into place around your head. You gulped in terror. And now you were securely goggled, blinking in terror into the smiling, barely pixelated face of your uniformed wife.

"Good morning, baby," she smirked, and beside her the nurses' eyes crinkled behind their masks. "Let's see. Mouth and dick under control. Feeding tube installed. Bonds and goggles in place. Hmm… yes, very well. Oh! I think this is the part where I get to narrate the final stages in your transformation!"

"See, I've decided that the problem with men like you is one of immaturity," she commented, and your nostrils flared in terror as you felt some kind of greasy probe slide into your anus and begin inflating. "You can't seem to control yourselves, can you? So I thought, what better way to correct this than put you right back where you belong – helpless and under a woman's control? And hey! It's what your little secretary told me you like, anyway."

Things were happening so fast now that you could only shudder and stare. Somewhere beneath you mechanisms were working. Soft, thick, rustling garments were being wrapped around your trapped cock and beneath your stuffed ass. Greasy and powdery-smelling goo was being smeared up and down your captive torso and limbs. And even as she began to speak once more, the tube was beginning to gyrate and tilt your helpless self in new and crazy directions.

"So then… welcome to our latest corrective device!" She beamed into your goggles, as you felt yourself brought upright. The machine was humming louder than ever now, and the bits upon which each limb was bound began whirring softly apart. "This is our new Transformational Infancy Enforcing Device – or as I like to say… 'Welcome to being TIED!'"

You were now being lowered, each limb moving separately on mechanical arms that seemed to have minds of their own. Five heart-pounding seconds later, you were in place. Firmly in a squatting position, still bound and with hands and knees on the ground. Almost as if you were… crawling.

"And now for the best part."

The mechanical limbs twisted and whirred. Beeps sounded. And then, with unnerving simultaneity, each of your arms felt the cool surface of some kind of rubbery plastic connect and begin tightening around it with snake-like, constricting motion. A second set whirred and tightened into place around each of your legs. A third, softer and thicker, enveloped each of your feet. A fourth circled your torso and strangely, thickly padded ass. Until at last came a fifth: invisible behind your screen-goggles, and yet cool and terrifying as it tightened firmly into place around your entire head and face.

"It's your new body suit, baby," your wife chuckled, her eyes bright with sadistic merriment as she leaned closer into the camera feeding your goggles. "I'll be keeping you in it and training you back into being a baby again! Isn't that fitting? How does it feel, hmm? All tight and trapped, with nowhere to go?"

You let out a pathetic whimper, but all that emerged was a puff of hot air within your mask. "Oh, don't worry. You'll get state-of-the-art care round the clock," she assured, and even as she spoke the device in your mouth began to deflate and morph: from a gag and into a giant, phallus-like bottle nipple that was already beginning to ooze a milky liquid. "Formula via your feeding gag – just enough to train you to suck. Plenty of other formula and medication round the clock, via your nasal feeding tube. And the best part? All of it is built into your suit – so you can crawl around after me and never miss a second of feeding!"

You gulped, trying not to choke on the formula and your own bitter fear. "Oh, but that's just the start!" she enthused, and now the nurses were holding up a diagram of the suit in which you were now imprisoned. "In the back here is the diaper access. Oh, yes – diapers. They're what makes a baby a baby, don't you agree? How I'm going to love watching your poor, cheating little ass getting soaked and coated in your own piss and shit! In fact, those will be the only times when I might consider loosening your stupid cock cage – you know, so you can grind it deep into your stupid, filthy diaper and learn to jack off into your own shit."

Her tone grew positively malevolent now, prompting a shudder in your clenching – and already heavy-feeling – stomach. "But what I'm most excited to see is just how long it will take until you lose every shred of continence. Because believe me: between our anal training, injections, numbing agents, muscle relaxants, diuretics, laxatives, and neural interference implants… well, I really don't think you even have the tiniest shot at keeping even a sliver of control."

"Oh, and if you think you can run away?" Her voice was mocking, and somehow even as the cuffs slackened and dropped your limbs free at last, you felt more horrified than ever. "Go on. Make my day… baby."

You rose on unsteady, quaking limbs… and then collapsed, a muted shriek of anguish gurgling out into your mask. For it was as if a thunderbolt had descended directly onto your head: convulsing your muscles, searing your limbs with pain, leaving you curled up in a fetal position and cringing in pathetic fear.

"That's what happens when you stand up. Or, for that matter… anytime we want to punish you."

Your wheezy, strangled sob echoed hot and plaintive in your ears. You blinked, mute and defeated, into your goggles – now your only window into the outside world. And even as you felt a fresh wave of formula dribble into your mouth, your wife leaned closer than ever into your screen-fed face and gave a diabolical little wink.

"Believe me, baby. You've earned all of this and more. So the only question is… how long until that cretin brain of yours completely snaps?"

It was a question to which neither she nor your shaking self had the answer. But somehow, you were beginning to fear that she might soon have her answer.