The patient

Doctor Brad Taylor was looking through the see-through mirror at the girl struggling on the floor. The girl was blindfolded and dressed in a sturdy straight-jacket, the standard solution to restrain patients needing some... time-out.

"I don't think you will have any more trouble with her during your night shift, Sandra," he said to his assistant.

The woman in the white coat next to him nodded. "I heard she put up quite a struggle?" she asked.

"Yes, she did. Those bondophrenics are a real danger to themselves, and to other people they meet out there. But luckily we caught her... Did you read the article I wrote for the Psychiatric Journal?"

"I did, Dr Taylor," Sandra acknowledged, "but I wonder. This woman, she is kinky for sure, an incurable bondage addict maybe, but can one say she is... ill?"

"Oh yes, bondophrenic people are ill!" Taylor insisted, "Bondophrenics want to tie up everybody... everyone they get in sight. That is what distinguishes them from bondage addicts. In the last phase of the illness... terrible... they will try selfbondage, stringent selfbondage, often with dear consequences. In their own interest, they have to be treated. "

He changed the subject: "You are not alone on the night shift, I hope?"

"No," his assistant answered, "a nurse will come as well. She's just a bit late, in fact. How did you catch the patient?"

"This woman, Miss Taki, lives together with a housemate. That other person phoned us, because her roommate was acting strange. She said that Taki had been threatening her repeatedly to tie her up."

"But alas," he continued, "we came too late. When I arrived at their house with a nurse, we first found the housemate. The poor girl was lying on the floor in the living room. She was tied up with ducttape, almost completely mummified. So it was exactly as I feared. A bondophrenics case. And a severe one at that!"

"And what happened next?"

"We untied the housemate and left her to recuperate. Out of the door, we heard moaning coming from the house on the left. Following the sound we found another victim of Taki. That women was chairtied and gagged. Her voluptuous bosom was cruelly surrounded by rings of rope.

We lost more time to untie the second victim, but at least the track was very easy to follow. Outside, we quickly found two more damsels in distress: a cleaning lady balltied and disposed off in a waste bin, and even a police woman, hanging by her own cuffs from the support of a security camera."

The doctor mumbled to himself: "I should have recuperated the tape of that camera. Might have been fun to watch."

"Two or three tied up victims later, we finally located Miss Taki in a marine store. She was in the rope department, touching and fondling the different types of rope on show. Quite a touching scene, actually. I never saw a case of bondophrenics that was so clear cut."

"And then you caught her?"

"Yes, the nurse and I, we grabbed a fishnet that was on display in the store and we threw it over Miss Taki. That gave us the time to inject her with an anesthetic and to put her in a straight-jacket. And then we took her back to the hospital."

At that moment the door opened and a nurse in uniform entered. Sandra didn't know her, although she looked vaguely familiar.  

Doctor Taylor ignored the newcomer. He hadn't taken his eyes away from the struggling patient behind the window.

"OK, leave the straight-jacket on for the night. Bondophrenics are like real Houdini's sometimes. But we don't want her to escape again. I want to try my new cure on Miss Taki."

Sandra said nothing, but shivered. She knew all about Dr. Taylor's famous treatments. The patients were forced to watch Deviant bondage art. Bad bondage art. Drawings of hogties where the connecting rope was missing. Elbows that didn't touch. 3D Poser art where the rope looked like being draped around the body. Horrible bondage.

The treatment was cruel, but very effective.

* * *

Dr. Taylor had left the two women alone.

Sandra sat down at one of the desks and prepared herself for a long night. Behind her back, the nurse took a coil of rope from the pocket of her uniform. Her uniform was a bit too large, as it had been "borrowed" from a nurse larger than she was. Nevertheless, it was quite a bit more comfortable than the straight-jacket she had been wearing before.

Taki smiled. The thing to do next was to find back her spectacles. But first of course... she had to tie up that cute assistant.