I woke up groggy, convinced all that happened was a dream and I had not made this terrible mistake. It took me only a few moments to realize that none of it was. The straitjacket was still there, as was the diaper and the bed straps. I now had the chance to have a better look at the room I was in, although there wasn't much to look at. There was really only one interesting thing in it and I was strapped to it. This must be some type of isolation cell different from the padded cell, there to restrain the most unruly patient. God, not only was I now a mental patient but in just a few short hours I had gone from curious idiot to totally strapped up nut job.

Was the cell soundproof? I was about to find out, yelling at the top of my lungs to be set free. I twisted, writhed, and struggled against my restraints. I tried to pull my legs up thinking stupidly that I could slip my feet through the ankle restraints. I moved my arms every which way I could, thinking that I could snap the front loop that they're fed through.

I had seen mental patients act like this before in videos, thinking how fruitless it looked and how even more insane they looked. There was just one difference between them and me. I was not insane. I didn't belong here and I kept thinking soon I would be vindicated and released from this nightmare.

But struggle turned to exhaustion, exhaustion to hopelessness. I started thinking about my partners at the firm I work at. They would laugh their asses off if they could see me now. I think anyone I knew would. God, how humiliating this has become, all for some silly fetish. My thinking turned to how am I going to get out of here now. How does one prove they are sane? Especially when the people are looking at you only see a straitjacketed, diapered malcontent.

Jesus, i feel like i've just been lying here in my own filth for an hour. What time is it even? There are no windows in here. How can they just get away with locking someone away for this long?

I heard some rumbling outside. This got me to yelling again, this time with more cursing to show them I was not happy. After a couple more minutes, I heard someone at the door. Could it be? Yes, the door was being unlocked and someone was coming in, a nurse.

Nurse (condescendingly)- well, look whose awake? Did you have good rest?

Me- let me out of here you bitch. I will sue the hell out of this place. you will make sure you all lose your jobs, I..

Nurse- well it looks like someone is still cranky. I know just the thing.

From her pocket she took out something that looked like a rubber...no, she can't. A rubber gag!!!! I protested like hell, turning my mouth away from her but with help from a friend they got the gag into my mouth and started strapping it at the back.

Me- hmmmmm nnn mmmm gg fu u

Nurse- there, that should keep you quiet at least.

Then she looked down at my diaper

Nurse- hmm, seems someone needs some changing. I'll be right back.

She disappeared for a moment and when she came back she was pushing a cart. She got to work untaping my wet diaper. I continued to protest through my gag. I did not want this woman touching me. But she easily got it off and then went to work. Baby lotion, then powder. She had a ball of a time rubbing all that stuff into my crotch. Then for the final humiliation she had her friend lift up my hips so she could position the diaper under me. I continued by protest but it did no good. The diaper was pulled up, encasing my groin again in puffy whiteness.

"Doesn't that feel better" she said as she gave my diapered groin a pat. I didn't want to admit it but it did.

Nurse- ok, well it's the middle of the night so not time to wake up yet. You should be fine in here for a few more hours.

Me (screaming through the gag)- ine!! i nah ine? eh e ou igh ow

My sounds fell on deaf ears. She and her friend just walked out of the room, leaving me to struggle in my straitjacket, diaper, and restraints for a few hours more at least.