A literal week?

You hear beeping. Not the harsh, disturbing squeals that frightened and unsettled you. Just a simple rhythmic beat that you've heard many times before in medical dramas. You try to open your eyes but have to shut them quickly. You feel weak, every limb feels heavier than you remember. You let out a groan and carefully open your eyes again. You blink as they adjust. You're in a hospital room, that much is obvious. There is a small couch beneath a window to your left and you see a wooden door to your right. The walls are painted a neutral beige with some tacky art to brighten up the place. You see your mother standing by your bed. She's dressed in her work clothes, today a dark blue suit with a white shirt, a skirt that ends just above her knees, and small sapphire earrings. Sheer stockings cover her legs and she has her hair up in her usual pencil bun. As you sit up you wince and look down, realizing you feel something tight inside your penis. You reach down and realize there's a catheter inside you.

"You're awake! Thank goodness!" She says, looking down at you. She bends forward at the waist, pushing her voluptuous breasts together. Her tight white shirt straining to contain their glorious mass. You blink, unsure what to say. The last thing you remember is getting into a car with Morgan. You straighten up quickly when you think about her as your body reacts with conditioned alarm to the very image of her in your mind.

"Where's Morgan?! What?! Where am I?" You are unable to fully raise your body and you collapse back with a groan. Your mother places her hand on your shoulder and rubs it to comfort you. She looks pleased you're awake but seems to bristle a little at your mentioning Morgan.

"Morgan is alright baby." She looks intently at you. "You didn't manage to hurt her much." Your confusion is apparent.

"You had an outburst at your session, you broke her nose." You stare at your mother, totally confused now. You remember the room, Kelly, the chair. A chill runs through you when you recall the chair. The look on your face must tell how confused you are as your mother continues to speak. "Do you not remember honey?" She looks at you expectantly. You feel that same panicky urge to please you felt with Morgan. Your stress begins to build as you try to figure out what she wants to hear.

"I... I don't know..." Your mother looks at you.

"The doctor will want to look at you. You had a bad fall." You look at your body, the cuts and scrapes you received in captivity have begun to heal but they don't at all look like something a fall would cause.

"H-how long have I been here?"

"It's Friday, and it's been a week since you were brought here." You have trouble reconciling your own memory with what your mother is saying. You were brought to the cabin after... After... You can't seem to recall your last appointment with Morgan at all, though you know it was on Friday. But you know you spent at least a day in that chair. "Let me get the nurse sweetie." Your mother turns to leave. You're alone in the room for a few minutes before she returns with another woman about her height with caramel colored skin and dark eyes. She's wearing lavender scrubs and an ID badge with the name Maria Gomez. Her breasts are perky, though not as ample as your mother's, but her ass is big and round and her hips sway seductively as she walks to your bedside.

"Look who's finally awake." She says in a smoky voice. She checks the various readings on the monitors and grabs your chart at the foot of your bed. She hums a little to herself as she reads. She looks up at you and raises her eyebrows. "Well Quinton, looks like you took a nasty tumble. You've been in a coma for a week."

"What?"

"Having some memory issues? That's not uncommon with this sort of trauma." The nurse scribbles something on the chart with a pen she pulls from the collar of her scrubs. "I'll be sure to let Dr. White know you're awake. Everything else looks good for now. We're probably going to keep you here for a few days just to be safe." She smiles at you but all you can do is stare back at her with a vacant and confused expression. She puts your chart back and clamps her pen to her collar once more. "Bye bye for now Quinn. I'll be sure to have some food sent by your room, you've been on IV feeding for a week, you must be starving." She winks at you and gives another sultry grin before departing, leaving you alone with your mother once more.

"Now that you're awake and you've had a moment to adjust, we need to talk about what happened on Friday." You look at your mother, unsure of her meaning. You assume she was aware of your punishment at the hands of Morgan. You wonder again where Morgan is now and hope and pray she's not still angry with you. Your mother continues. "You had some kind of episode and when Dr. Knight tried to help you, you struck her and ran from the office." You blink, you don't recall any of this and it doesn't explain how you got in that horrible chair. Your thoughts finally come to Kelly and your eyes widen.

"Kelly?! What about Kelly?!" You suddenly say. Your mother looks at you with confusion.

"You're not making any sense baby. Is Kelly someone you know?" You honestly aren't sure how to respond to that.

"I... She was... The chair..." You trail off, you can't find words to explain what's going through your mind. Your mother takes your hand.

"Baby, listen to me." Once again, just like before you met Kelly, that phrase echos in your mind. You need to listen to your mommy. You need to be good. "You had an episode of some kind at Dr. Knight's office. She was hurt and you ran away. Security found you at the bottom of some stairs. You fell and hit your head." She squeezes your hand. "This is very serious Quinn. You're so lucky Dr. Knight decided not to press charges." Even though you know that's not what happened, that you didn't fall, and you remember it was Kelly who hit Morgan, you still feel an automatic swelling of **** gratitude that Morgan didn't press charges.

She's so understanding and smart. I must trust Morgan. You think to yourself as your mother continues.

"She tells me she believes you're not adjusting to new feelings you've been having, that you're having trouble deciding what you want your place in the world to be." She leans close to you again, you see her deep azure eyes over the thin black edges of her usual secretary frames. "That you're inappropriate behaviors stem from a lack of discipline in the home." Her voice tightens and you start to feel panicky again at the idea she's unhappy with you as she continues. "I'm sorry. I've clearly been too distracted with work throughout your life to give you the kind of parenting you needed." You're perplexed, you weren't expecting that. "I want to do everything I can to help you my beautiful boy." She leans in and plants a kiss on your forehead and your heart flutters.

"Thank you Mommy." You say with genuine gratitude. You want to be good, to make mommy happy with you again. You don't want to be punished. She smiles and stands back up to her full height. As usual, she seems to tower over you like a goddess.

"So tell me again, what happened last friday?" She is looking at you with serious intent. It seems she wants to make sure you understand the story of how you got here and how you were injured. Her eyes capture your gaze and you find yourself wanting desperately to please her in every way you can. You want to answer her, to tell her what she wants to hear. So she'll be happy with you. Good boys make their mommies happy.

"I-I fell..." You begin, hesitantly at first. A polite nod from your mother encourages you to continue. "I went crazy at my last appointment. I hurt Morgan, I don't know why. I'm so sorry I was bad mommy." She doesn't react but continues to look at you expectantly. "I-I must've run away and fallen down the stairs. Y-You said I've been here for a week since last friday after the security guard found me." She raises a brow.

"I said it because it's true." You nod quickly, of course she wouldn't lie to you.

"Right mommy. I know. I fell down some stairs while I was running away from Morgan's office. I'd hurt her by accident, I swear, I'm so sorry. I was so afraid! Please don't punish me!" You begin to tear up, as the anxiety you feel reaches a peak. Your mother quickly leans over and wraps you in a warm embrace. Pushing your face into her voluminous cleavage. The familiar smell of her perfume is strong and immediately begins to calm your anxiety and yet excite your passion. With hand she holds your head in place, continuing to smother you in her cleavage, while her other strokes your back.

"Shh it's ok sweetie. You're a good boy. I know it." She kisses the top of your head. You feel safe again, the relief is incredible as your anxiety melts away in her arms. "Dr. Knight is willing to continue your treatment. I think you owe her a very big apology." Your mother finally releases you just enough to allow you to shift so you can speak.

"Yes mommy." You feel a pleasant surge of warmth as she pats your head, just like you think Morgan did at the cabin, though now you don't know when that was since you know you've been in this hospital since you went to your last appointment. You would've sworn you were taken to the cabin after last friday, for at least two days, bu it doesn't matter when you were there, you think, as long as you never have to go back. You still can't remember what happened at your last appointment, but you're sorry you hurt Morgan. You know you need to think of a way to apologize to her.

"Good boy." She says, sending another wave of warm pleasure through you. You smile, your eyes drying.

"Thank you mommy." You say with adoration. The moment is interrupted and your mother ends the embrace as you hear a knock at the door and it quickly opens. A woman enters wearing a white coat over a tight red top with light brown pants. She looks to be in her late thirties, with only the barest suggestion of a wrinkle on her smooth face. She has dark, almond-shaped eyes and raven black hair. You see a stethoscope hanging around her neck.

"Everything alright?" She asks, seeing the remnants of your distress drying on your face.

"Everything is fine now Dr. White." Your mother answers for you and you nod along.

"Great I just wanted to check up on Quinton here." She turns to you. "Gave us all a big fright didn't you young man?" Her tone shifts as though she is addressing a child. You feel a little put off by it but don't want to embarrass mommy.

"Umm I-I guess, I'm s-sorry." Dr. White looks at your mother and sighs with admiration.

"D'aww he's so adorable. That's alright Quinn." You blush a little at her infantilization, but she just continues. "I want you to follow this light with your eyes ok Quinn?" You do as you're told as she holds a small flashlight up in front of your face and moves it slowly across your field of view. "Great job! Everything looks good." She puts the light away and looks at the monitors beside your bed for a moment. She nods, seemingly satisfied with what she sees and removes the stethoscope from around her neck. "I'm going to listen to your heart ok buddy? Let's get this gown out of the way." Without hesitation she reaches around and pulls the loose gown from your shoulders and drags it down exposing your chest and back. You shiver and shift a little at the sudden chill and at her presumptuousness. "Now now, don't fuss." She presses the stethoscope to your chest and you jump as it is extremely cold. "Oh! I'm sorry cutie pie, I forgot it can get so cold." You bristle as she calls you 'cutie pie' and go even redder than you already are as she holds the stethoscope to her mouth and breathes slowly on it. She looks you in the eye lending a seductive, teasing look to the action. You glance uncomfortably at your mother but she just smiles warmly. She presses the instrument to your chest again. "Is that better cutie pie?" She continues to look you in the eye with a sultry gaze as she repeats her humiliating nickname.

"Y-yes." You reply, blushing as hard as you ever have before. Dr. White smiles and gives a little squeal as if she's looking at the cutest thing she's ever seen.

"No need to be nervous Quinn." She moves the stethoscope to your back. "Everything sounds great." She puts the stethoscope back around her shoulders and reaches into a pocket, looking at you with excitement. She retrieves a small red lollipop wrapped in clear plastic and extends it out to you. "Here you go! For being such a good boy!" She says cheerfully. Those words fill you with the same warm feeling no matter who uses them and you smile as you take the candy from her. You hold it for a moment, unsure if you actually want it or not but grateful for the gift. Your mother looks at you.

"Oh sweetie, let me help you with that." She takes the lollipop from you and removes the plastic covering, depositing it into the trashcan near your bed. She holds the uncovered lolli back up to you and you take it with a smile. You pop it in your mouth and begin to suck, clearly she wants you to enjoy it now. "What do good boys say?" Your mother says in a leading tone.

"Thank you Dr. White." You say quickly. Dr. White giggles in response.

"Oh you're welcome you little cutie." She winks at you and moves to take your chart. She reads for a moment and jots down her own notes before turning to your mother. You listen to their conversation as you quietly suck the sweet cherry candy in your mouth.

"Everything seems normal but we'll need to keep him over the weekend and run a few tests to be sure."

"Of course, Dr. White." Your mother replies.

"There shouldn't be too much loss of muscle, although according to his chart he was quite a skinny little thing even before." She glances at you and your mother chuckles.

"Yes well, he's always been a little underdeveloped." Your mother and the doctor both laugh at this and your mother ruffles your hair. You blush once again, still sucking on the lollipop like a toddler.

"Well I don't want him up and about until at least tomorrow so unfortunately it looks like the catheter will have to stay in tonight." She draws her mouth to one side in an apologetic tone.

"That's quite alright." Again, your mother speaks for you.

"I have to be going on my rounds. Good to see you're awake Quinn." She reaches out and tickles your stomach, causing you to clinch up and giggle uncontrollably for a mortifying moment. "We're gonna make sure you're all better." She says in a cheery tone before departing. You sit alone with your mother, sucking on the lollipop still. She wraps you in another hug, this time pushing the side of your face into her bust. After a tantalizing moment spent sucking the delicious candy and inhaling her wonderful scent, she releases you. She stays and makes some small talk with you for a little while, taking the remainder of the lollipop from you when you've finished and throwing it away. After some time she tells you she needs to leave but she'll come back tonight to be with you in the room in case you get scared. You're so glad to be near her again, to feel her arms around you holding you safe and close. You never want to make your mommy mad at you again.