The Socks
Chapter 9
Dean Watson observed Katie’s mind cleansing from her wheelchair outside the glass window. Dr. Williams was standing next to her with his hand on her shoulder. “I wanted you to see how effective Mind Cleansing is in eliminating stress in our patients. 5634 is our latest success story. The testing shows that her stress level is down to about a 25. She will need at least two more sessions, but we will get her under 10.” Dean Watson smiled. She saw the smile on Katie’s face and the fact that all of her anxiety had been removed. It was nothing short of a miracle and Dean Watson would be an advocate for heaving each and every female student undergo the procedure.
“Thanks for letting me watch. This is such a wonderful option for our female students. As much as I hate to leave the Asylum, I think it is important to begin funding therapy and helping our students learn to relax and become more obedient.” Dr. Williams nodded his head.
“It is a shame that so many female student suffer under the burden of stress. I never realized how serious the problem was until we began to see patients who were students. Their stress levels very much higher than other patients and, without immediate therapy, could be life-threatening.”
“I only wish that I could stay long enough to have Mind Cleansing,” Dean Watson said. Although the comment was gratuitous, it made Dr. Williams think. Perhaps a completely obedient Dean Watson would be even better than what he currently had.
“As a matter of fact, both Dr. Roberts and I are both of the opinion that you would benefit significantly from Mind Cleansing.” This took Dean Watson a bit by surprise. While she was in favor of the treatment for students, she wasn’t sure that it was what she needed. “Just think of what a wonderful example you would be setting for your female students.” Dean Watson thought about it.
“Well, I suppose that is true. I’m just not sure that now is the appropriate time. I have work to do back at my office and….” Dr. Williams shook his head. Just like every patient that is itted to the Asylum, you signed the Patient Code of Conduct. By g that document you agreed to accept any and all treatment that we feel is appropriate for you. Your office obligations are unimportant to me. I want what is best for you and having you undergo Mind Cleansing is essential. Putting it off will only result in more harm to your brain. Dean Watson looked down. She knew that Dr. Williams was right. “Nurse Lydia, please take 5642 and get her prepared for mind cleansing. I think we can fit her into the schedule today.”
“Yes, Doctor.” Nurse Lydia said. She took ahold of Dean Watson’s wheelchair and pushed it back toward her room. She had been in a private room. “You are a very lucky girl. Most patients are here at least a week before they are approved for Mind Cleansing.” Nurse Lydia pulled out a stainless steel tray with electric shears and a razor. “Let’s get that head of yours shaved.” Dean Watson relaxed. She knew she was in good hands and that mind cleansing would help alleviate her stress. She realized that it might cause some deficits in her memory or a reduction in IQ, but that seemed like a small price to pay for perfect happiness and contentment. She wiggled her toes in her socks. It was amazing how much pleasure something so simple provided.
“Nurse Lydia?”
“Yes, sweetie.”
“Is shaving my head really necessary?”
“You know better than to ask that question,” Nurse Lydia said in a firm tone. “Patients do not ask questions, they do as they are told to do.” Dean Watson felt like she was a 5 year-old but she knew that Nurse Lydia was absolutely correct. It was not her place to question the orders of Dr. Williams. The fact that Dean Watson had undergraduate and graduate degrees from two prestigious schools made her question no less impertinent. “I’m afraid that some correction is required before we proceed with your mind cleansing,” Nurse Lydia said. She summoned one of the orderlies to ister the punishment. “5642 has shown incredible disrespect to Dr. Williams and needs correction. Please see that she receives 30 lashes with the cane.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” the order said. “You will follow me 5642 and say nothing.” Dean Watson had tears in her eyes. One moment she was on the verge of pure contentment and now she was about to receive a severe spanking.” The orderly led her to an adjacent room and had her undress. She leaned over one of the exam tables as he prepared to ister her punishment. “This is going to hurt. We can only hope that it will remind you that patients do not have any say in their treatment nor do they criticize their doctor. Do you understand 5642?”
“Yes, Sir,” Dean Watson said between sobs.
“Please understand that this hurts me more than it hurts you, but part of our job here at the Asylum is to see that patients are corrected when necessary.” With that, the orderly istered the first stroke. “Thwack”. Dean Watson did her best no to cry out. It was her fault and she deserved the punishment she was receiving. After 20 strokes, her butt had begun to blister and was a crimson red. The additional 10 strokes made it worse. When he was finished, the orderly returned the cane to its hook. The orderly allowed Dean Watson to put her gown back on and they returned to her bedroom where Nurse Lydia was waiting.
“I hope you have learned your lesson 5642? Your mind belongs to us now and we will take good care of it. Your only job is to do as you are told.”
“Yes, Nurse Lydia, please shave my head.” Nurse Lydia smiled.
“Good girl.” She resumed her preparations without any further insubordination. Dean Watson watched as clumps of her hair fell to the floor. Soon, her head was clean shaven and Nurse Lydia fitted her with a pink cap. “Now, we are ready to take you for Mind Cleansing.” Dean Watson had some difficulty sitting in her wheelchair. The welts on her butt still stung. When they arrived, another patient was under the sphere. Soon, it was Dean Watson’s turn and she obediently took her place in the chair. Any resistance that had been in Dean Watson had been removed by her caning. Punishment was never the preferred method at the Asylum, but it was used for egregious violations of the Code of Conduct. As the sphere lifted, Dean Watson saw the smiling faces of her nurses. She felt wonderful. The clutter in her mind was gone. Only pleasure and obedience were left. Her diaper was soaked and she was very tired.
“How are we feeling 5642?”
“I feel so good but so very sleepy.” Nurse Lydia smiled.
“Let’s get you in a fresh diaper and into bed.” That sounded wonderful to Dean Watson. Her mind was completely clear. All of her worries about meetings and budgets and student discipline had completely evaporated. All she felt was pleasure radiating from her socks and the desire to obey. Every girl should feel this good. Nurse Lydia returned her to her room and promptly changed her diaper. It was both soaking wet and poopy. This simply proved that mind cleansing had relaxed Dean Watson completely. Her diet included laxatives to keep her poop soft and regular. Nurse Lydia cleaned her up and got her into a fresh diaper and into bed. Her therapy would continue tomorrow and Dr. Williams would sign the papers to extend her short term commitment for another week. Once she was changed, Dean Watson drifted off into a deep sleep. In every sense of the word, she was now a patient of the Asylum.
Three weeks later, Dean Watson was back at her desk. Her assistant, Ginger, had been surprised to see her with a shaved head, but Dean Watson explained that she had undergone some very important medical procedure. She was also wearing some type of collar around her neck. Her assistant was amazed by the change in her personality. Before she had always seemed stressed out and impatient. On more than one occasion, Ginger had been the target of an angry email or text from Dean Watson if she made even a minor mistake. Now, her boss was happy and relaxed as if every bit of stress had been drained out of her. After a week, Ginger could no longer bottle up her curiosity.
“Dean Watson, I was just curious about your medical procedure. It seems to have made a world of difference and you seem so much happier.” Dean Watson smiled.
“Yes, my dear. I had a wonderful stay at the Rosewood Asylum and they helped me feel so much better. They are working with some of our female students. In fact, you might benefit from a stay there.”
“Do you really think so?”
“Yes, I do. You will feel like a different person once they are finished with you. Let me make a call. In the meantime, please start pulling the files on our seniors who are female. We are going to start a program where all of them will be required to spend a weekend at the Asylum to have their stress levels checked.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Ginger said.
“Oh, and I have a gift for you.” She reached into her tote and pulled out a pair of white crew socks packed neatly in a plastic sleeve. Ginger thought it was a odd gift but accepted the socks. “These are very special socks that will help you relax and feel really good.” Ginger smiled. “Why don’t you take a long lunch and try them on and tell me what you think.” Ginger began collecting the information on the seniors and put it into a spreadsheet for Dean Watson.
“I’m going to run to my apartment for lunch,” Ginger said. She took the package with the socks and walked to her apartment two blocks away. When she got in she headed to the kitchen after tossing the socks on the couch. It still seemed like an odd gift. She put a Lean Cuisine in the microwave and sat down on the couch. She opened the package. As soon as her hands touched the socks, a wave of pleasure and happiness ed through her. She knew instantly that she needed to put the socks on her feet. Once she did, she felt wonderful as well as the overwhelming need to be naked. She quickly removed her shirt, pants, panties and bra. With each piece of clothing she removed, she was rewarded with more pleasure. About that time, her cell phone rang. She answered. It was Dean Watson.
“Ginger dear, did you try on the socks?”
“Oh god, they feel so wonderful.” Dean Watson smiled. She knew that Ginger would feel the same as every other woman who had tried on the socks.
“Are you naked?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good girl. It’s time for you to take a nap and let the socks do their work on your mind. I will stop by your apartment about 4:00pm. I have already made arrangements for you to go to the Asylum. I know you will enjoy your time there.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good girl. Now time for sleep.” Ginger hung up the phone and headed back to her bedroom. Although the beeping microwave indicated her food was ready, she could have cared less. She needed her nap. Ginger lay down on her bed and dropped off into a deep sleep. Her socks continued to fill her with pleasure. Around 4:00, she heard someone knocking and managed to get up to answer the door. Dean Watson was accompanied by a nurse. She was still naked except for her socks. “Did you have a nice nap sweetie?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Ginger led them into her apartment and took a seat on the couch. For whatever reason, being naked in front of Dean Watson and a strange nurse did not bother her in the least.
“Sweetie, this is Nurse Lydia from the Asylum. She is here to help you get ready for your ission.” Ginger smiled. It sounded wonderful.
“Let’s get you into a uniform,” Nurse Lydia said.