Chapter 5

Tonya's dreams continued every night that week; every dream convinced her that the intensive therapy was just what she'd needed all this time.

The big day came, and Tonya showed up, right on time. She smiled at the Doctor, and he smiled back.

"Are you ready, Tonya?"

"Oh, YES!!!", she replied, excitedly!

He motioned to the office door; he opened it up, and they went inside. The table was already out in the middle of the floor, ready to go, but this time, it had a tall pole attached to the base, with several hook arms coming out from the sides. Tonya looked at him, slightly confused.

"Are you going to spank me again?", she asked, secretly hoping that he'd say "yes".

"No, but a good deal of the intensive therapy requires that you be securely restrained," he explained, "and I find that making the trip while restrained lets the patient get used to the feeling of restraints. It makes things go smoother..."

"So do you want me to get undressed and get on the table?"

"Not yet. First, I want you to go to the bathroom; needless to say, we WON'T be stopping at any gas stations along the way...". He smiled at her, and she started to giggle.

"You think of everything, don't you?", she said, giggling.

He grinned. "Well, it works better than having to clean up any messes..."

Tonya giggled, and went into the bathroom. She pulled down her pants & panties, and sat down. She had no problem relieving herself, and felt relaxed. She made sure her bladder and rectum were empty, and wiped very thoroughly. She thought for a moment, then called to the Doctor through the door.

"Should I take all my clothes off in here?"

"Yep," he answered, "if you want to; it'll save some time."

Tonya took her shoes & socks off, and slipped off her pants & panties; her shirt was next, and finally, her bra. She looked at her nakedness in the mirror, imagining how her body would be stimulated during the therapy.

She reached down, picked up her clothes, and folded them into a bundle. She took the bundle, and walked out of the bathroom, back into the Doctor's office. He had an overnight bag waiting for her, and she put the clothing bundle into it.

The Doctor patted the table, and Tonya hopped up onto it. She let her arms and legs fall to the cuffs, and didn't resist as they were fastened to her. The waist strap was the next to be tightened, and it went without problem. Next, he tried to put a ball gag in her mouth, but she couldn't get it in the first time, so he tried again, and this time, he got it. He tightened the strap behind her head, and the job was finished; once again, Tonya was bound, helpless...

"As part of the intensive therapy," he explained, "from this point on, you will have absolutely no say in what happens to you. It has to be this way for the therapy to work successfully. Everything will be explained to you; if not immediately, then sometime soon thereafter. Is that understood?"

Tonya nodded, and grunted "uh-huh" through the gag.

The Doctor went into the bathroom. Tonya couldn't see what was happening, but she heard the water running for a minute or two, and then it stopped.

"Tonya," the Doctor said, "there are some things that I have to do to you now. Please cooperate."

He hung a colonic bag from one of the pole's hook arms, and pulled on a rubber glove. He took out a small tube of lubricant, and squeezed some out onto his index finger. He gently touched Tonya's anus, and rubbed his finger around in a circle. Soon, he started to insert his finger into the captive orifice, and she squeezed it shut as tightly as she could, trying to scream past the gag.