Jessica's Mental Health

[jerry606]

I sat at home today and decided to write a story which I haven't done in a while. As I have stated before I love the box idea. Maybe my next one I can take on joe doe's alternate slave reality. If that's ok with him. His story about slave yoga got me back to thinking about writing. Love the stories on here, I'm sure to read them all eventually. Here is my stab at the asylum series. I used my own characters cause I do that. Enjoy

A top ten list posted on her morning feed made her furious. “Celebrities who are no longer famous” read the tag line and Jessica Alba practically spat out her morning breakfast in disgust.

“Do they not have anything more interesting to write about that an actress taking a few years off to raise some children and be a good wife?”. She pouted looking up to her husband.

“You can't let something like this 5 dollar click bait bother you babe. If it does prove them wrong.

They looked at each other for a moment. Without warning the husband made a funny face and had her in a better mood. He was probably right she thought. After all it had been a while since she did a movie. This one would have to be more serious and biting so she could reach a higher level of prestige within her peers. Yes this movie would have to be a good one.

It wasn't long after her husband had gone to work and her kids to school that Jessica had her agent on the phone. It almost rang four times and she was getting antsy but to her relief her agent answered.

“Hello Jessica my darling, how goes the family life?”

“Very good Warren, thank you, but that's not what I'm here to chat about. You wouldn't happen to know of any independent artsy type films that are looking for a lead do you? I think it's time I got my feet wet again”.

The conversation went better than she expected. There were several films coming into production and one was co-staring Joaquin Phoenix hot off his joker fame. She had jumped at the opportunity. The premise for the movie was set in a mental hospital and Jessica's character would be a patient to Joaquin's Doctor role. She couldn't ask for anything more tantalizing. It wasn't in the bag quite yet, but practically. As far as research went Warren had an idea where she could start. She was a celebrity so these things needed to be handled delicately. She also needed real life experience in the area so Warrens idea was she would be submitted for a 1 day psyche evaluation as a woman who thought she was Jessica Alba. It was so genius she was almost kind of pumped to see what went on behind the curtains of modern day asylums. Especially the one Warren had selected. It was house to the richest family mistakes and billionaires who went looney after collection too many bills. The finest equipment money could buy (not that she was looking to try any).

Taking the article to heart more than she had let on Jessica decided that they should proceed as soon as possible. Warren being the busy man that he was wasn't available to set up the appointment so he had sent an intern instead to set the wheels in motion and get her into the facility that afternoon. Her husband would understand, her children had a nanny to take care of the big stuff and it wouldn't kill them to get some space. After all what was one day right?

After calling her husband and giving him the details Jessica packed a few overnight items in her purse and headed out the door to find the intern and get this show on the road. To look the part she had prepared, toning down her usual dazzling makeup and top line clothing she had decided to dress in items she had bought travelling to blend in. A blue coat, sweater, workout shirt, tight fitting yoga pants, and an old pair of sneakers with socks. The look was confirmed in the mirror before she left, and the confidence that this was the right move was never more certain to her than now.

Manoeuvring the 210 from the valley she was in silver lake in no time and arrived to the large iron bars of Heavens Gate Mental Health Hospital. The intern was sitting in his early 90's blue olds-mobile awaiting Jessica's appearance. It went without saying she was thrown off by his cheap car, but maybe he was blending in as well she assured herself. He looked dishevelled and exhausted, maybe a little perturbed to be on such an errand but he was the new guy and we all know how that is. It was his quest in his limited amount of time to get all Id's together that Mrs. Alba would need to be the imposter she needed to be. Rolling down his window he addressed the approaching star.

“Mrs. Alba, so nice to see you. I have all of your papers prepared and have already filled out the initial forms for entry into the facility. All you need to do is walk in the doors and you will get the experience you need for your upcoming role. Warren left specific details I have followed to the tee. Here is a license, birth certificate, and home address for a Miss Elle Lopez”. He handed her the documents and zoomed off to the next task Warren had scheduled for him.

Jessica took the stuff back to her car replacing the things in her wallet with the new items leaving her actual Id's and cards in the glove compartment. Taking a few minutes to study the info and get use to being called Ms. Lopez, she got out of her car and locked it before proceeding down the fine stone walkway. Her sneakers slapping on the stones as she slowly approached the front doors running the info back in her mind again and again. Soon enough Jessica was at the front door reaching for the handle now Elle Lopez a Jessica Alba look alike who thought she was the star. Proceeding in the building there was a closed in entrance with barred windows on either side. A burly old woman sat distraught in the one lit up on the right side. Behind her and to the side lining the walls were various cardboard boxes with names ranging from A-Z. She could just barely make out the names, some were faded others fresher, but one thing remained the same. They were all names of women. Heavy doors were at the centre of this entrance (what kinds of people are they keeping in there she thought). Jessica looked around overwhelmed at the thought of spending a night in this creepy yet luxurious hospital when.....

“Hello, are you Miss Lopez? You must be, my god you do kind of look like Jessica Alba. I was hesitant at first with the story from that cheap suit but he spoke the truth”. Jessica whose feet were getting colder by the moment took her time to respond but as soon as she tried to sputter out a reply the nurse continued. “You look scared my darling, no need to worry we are very professional here. Lets get you started shall we. I will give you a little tour on our way to meet Dr. Fallis”.

The big nurse made her way around and out of the caged in area. With her meaty paws she grabbed Jessica's hand and lead her through the oversized doors she had so meekly addressed earlier. As soon as the doors burst open she saw a brightly lit hallway with glass windows on either side. In the first window what she saw made her chin drop a bit. Devices you would see in your gynaecologists office, stocks, and many metal trolleys with white sheets over them to disguise what tools lay beneath. Again the question crept in her mind of what kind of mental health facility this might be. They seemed pleasant enough but then again so did the Manson family at first. All the time she was taking in the sights the burly nurse described the various first families that have donated to this wing, she was taken aback as most rooms weren't lit and the unknown was peaking her fears to the max. In what seemed like moments they were at the door labelled Dr. D. Fallis.

“Here we are Miss Lopez, you don't say much do you? Better that way anyways, the talkers always run into disciplinary action. Fair warning.” With that she opened the door and lead Jessica in closing the door behind her. The room was a fair size, carpeted with a fine pattern rug that directed her to the chair now sitting between her and the desk of her Doctor.

“Miss Lopez, so glad you are here” Dr Fallis greeted her as she snapped back to reality and her situation. What the hell was wrong with her.
“Ohh, well honestly I'm not sure if I'm suppose to be here” she hesitated still nearing the back of the room.

“Why don't you come over here Miss Lopez and we can get better acquainted at what's bothering you and how can we fix it”. He smiled and seemed genuine, she couldn't help but relax and bit and proceed over to the less than comfy chair he had for guests compared to his executive office chair. None the less she was prepared to take her day with pride and return to her family by tomorrow afternoon. “Have a seat dear, I heard from a little birdie that you've been having problems with who you are. Can you tell me who you are? How about we start there”.

“Thank you Doctor (she was starting to find the form of the character she could feel it) my name is Jessica Lopez and I'm 41 years old...”

“Stop there, it says in my files your name is Elle”. Oh god, she had messed up already. The rust was real and of course she rushed this. The Doctors demeanour changed. “Look Miss lopez, if you can't remember who you are I think its going to take a little more than a day to repair whats broken. Our psyche evaluations are a week minimum. The man who signed your forms assured us you were just about out of it but to fumble in such basic information I won't be able to conclude your exam er assessment that quickly”.

It was all becoming too real to her ears. A week? She couldn't even warn her husband of any changes, she had to abort this little mission before it was too late.

“I'm sorry, I know this is going to sound crazy but I'm the real Jessica Alba and I'm researching for a role as a mental patient. I can't spend a week away from my husband and children, just call my contact and he will tell you. Hell I have my Id's in the car”. She began to make her way to the door when Dr. Fallis pushed a red button just underneath his desk. Two orderlies were immediately at the door staring Jessica in the face as she approached. “Doctor, you have to believe me. This is a mistake”. He gently put his hands up signalling a calm.

“Mrs Alba would you kindly accompany these gentleman to your car and we can get this all figured out”. He was going to believe her, she was saved.

“Dear god thank you. Really had me going there I thought this was going to be my unwilling home for a week. I assure you I'm not lying”. She opened the door and gave a last glance to the Doctor before she left. His grin unsettled her more than comforted, but she smirked it off as him finding the situation funny. With that she left headed towards the entrance with a new found hope that today would end up okay. The orderlies were uncomfortably quiet at they led her, one with a hand on each shoulder. It wasn't a hard grip but firm and these men would make any champion bar bouncer look like a toddler. Then it was there, the doors she knew the other side had her truth, her freedom. Approaching the doors she put her hand on the handle and was immediately escorted into a room on the right instead.

“Hey what the fuck are you doing?”. The orderly turned on the lights in the darkened room. Inside were all the devices she had seen from before. The only difference was there was a cardboard box beside the medical bed with a fresh paper sheet. The box read in plain letters Elle Lopez.

“You are to put all of your personal items in the box maam”. He was curt but polite.

“You don't understand, this is a mistake” she pleaded.

“Hardly the actress Mrs Alba is, its easy to see your a fake Miss Lopez, we will give you to the count of 5 before we proceed with a not so nice strip search. Your choice”.

What could she do? She grabbed her phone out of her purse and began to type. One of the orderlies pried her phone from her hand and smashed it against the wall. Lunging forward she tried to out move the large men counting on her nimble feet. As she thought she was making progress one man grabbed her waist band and pulled. Her pants ripped off like they were tear away's. She dropped to her knees in submission but the second man joined in. Her sweater and coat roughly pulled over her head. Hands reached beneath her fitness shirt hooking her bra as well as it all came over her head. She rolled on her belly trying to find some semblance of control but it just gave them a better opportunity to relieve her of her sneakers and socks. She gained her footing once more. Just in front of the box. She hardly noticed when one orderly snatched her panties and pocketed them. Standing there naked and dumfounded she was ill prepared for what lay ahead. Having finished taking her personal items one man collected her purse, put it in the box and sealed the top. They took it out leaving her standing confused and naked. About a minute later the first nurse she saw came walking in.

“I heard you were a bit of a talker after all. I'm here to prep you for your examination”. Jessica was still in shock. “Step forward”. She remember a short time ago when her shoes made that noise on the stone slabs. Her bare soles now slapped on the cold linoleum floor. Her toes scrunching in fear of the next step. “You don't have anything we want to hear right now so lets get this fitted”. Revealing part of the way underneath a white sheet she grabbed a ball gag from one of the trolleys and inserted the ball with ease as Jessica made no attempt to stop her. Was she getting wet? She had made some disconnection to her situation and was at the will of her captors. The nurse then fitted Jessica with a pair of handcuffs around the front and attached a long metal chain. “Come along Miss Lopez, we need to get you processed”.

Coming out of the room they took another hall into a long room covered in ceramic tile. Drains on the floor. This woke Jessica out of her shock enough to mumble something incoherent. The nurse didn't care. She led her to the middle of the room where another chain hung from the ceiling in front of a set of stairs. Again trollies with white sheets could be seen on the sides. Leading her over she attached the chain to her leash, walked over to the wall and cranked on the chain till it was tight and the exposed starlet’s body was good and stretched out. She groaned at her tight position not aware of her surroundings completely. That was abruptly ended when a cold flow of water hit her in the head and splattered over her body. The shock made her body tingle. The nurse might have kept the hose on her clit a little too long as well. She liked when she made new girls clits swell for the first time, and it was a rarity they would get such a doll like Miss Lopez. Continuing until Jessica was completely drenched the nurse then brought a bucket and scrub brush forward. The bristles were not kind leaving her skin pink and smelling of whatever government soap they used here. Being a kind woman the nurse made sure to focus on Jessica's under areas leaving her clit pointing out and her lips flowering. It had a landing strip her husband liked her to keep. Forgetting to dunk the brush the nurse went from pussy to face scrubbing all remaining makeup off and leaving Jessica to close her eyes in haste. Was that a pube in her mouth she thought? Suddenly a second rinse of the hose came and washed away all makeup and another tiny layer of Jessica away. She had barely caught her breath when the nurse grabbed her by the back of the hair and did it into a pony tail making it nice and neat. She calmed a bit until she heard a buzzing sound.
“Face forward” the nurse commanded.

Jessica did as requested, the buzzing growing louder. The razor started at the front and made its way right through the center of her head leaving stubble in its wake. Jessica had no time to plea as the nurse mowed through her thousand dollar designer cut waterlogged as it was. With the last few strands of hair giving way the pony tail fell leaving Jessica with stubble. The nurse grabbed the hunk of hair off the wet tile floor presenting it to the captive beauty. Her eyes grew wide as she saw her hair collected so neatly in front of her. The nurse grinned and dropped the hair letting it stew with the water and filth collected below.

“Were not quite finished” she stated trying to keep her joy in check. She reached her hand below another sheet and produced a bottle of Nair. Dolling out a generous glob she proceeded to rub Jessica's head coating every inch. “We can't have our patients getting lice or bugs now can we?”

She let the cream do its thing while she proceeded to deal with Jessica's landing strip. A bottle of wax and a sheet of paper later and she was as smooth down there as she had been pre-husband. While this was finishing up her head began to itch, Jessica couldn't stand it but with her hands in cuffs all she could do was shake her head in discomfort. A splash from the hose hit her head, but the feeling of not having wet hair or any hair on her head was a bizarre feeling. The water beaded off her bald scalp. She had very little Jessica left in her as she was unattached from the chain ceiling and lead to the next station.

“That shave should keep some of the orderlies off of you but I would expect some visits before the night is out” the nurse joked. All Jessica could do was smile.

[Johnny Lawrence]

Great one! Definitely hoping for a continuation of this (hopefully quite a few chapters).

[jerry606]

You know I thought of doing a series where female friends keep trying to find her. 90's stars perhaps

[Survivor29]

I like the idea but I don't like girls with shaved heads Was enjoying it until then

[Johnny Lawrence]

I like the idea but I don't like girls with shaved heads Was enjoying it until then

I do!

[bertrumm00057]

So do i like bald slavegirls. Depriving a girl of her hair and making her a 'slaphead' is just one measure of bringing her down a peg or 3. Kind of lets her know who's in charge, and that she has no say whatsoever. Also, bald girls can still be very hot and pretty. For me, humiliation plays a big part in BDSM.
Not for everyone, i guess, and i respect all tastes and opinions. But i know what i like, and pursue. Too much of BDSM gets bogged down with vanilla type sexual activity. Perhaps the alleged BDSM enthusiasts who enjoy all the conventional sex stuff would be better pursuing more vanilla oriented material if that's what pushes their burttons. There's plenty out there. All the shagging, blowjobs, gang bangs, bukakke that you can shake a stick at, and then some, if that's what gets you going.

[Johnny Lawrence]

One of the things about head-shaving is that it implies an extended time frame. You can uncuff someone in a few seconds, but it will take months to grow her hair back. Any hope of a sudden rescue from her predicament is gone, or at least she'll have a long term reminder of it for a while.

[jerry606]

Head shaving is pretty hot and like Johnny said the humiliation and finality of it makes it all the better in a slave like scenario. Take a look at my shoe tree story, no head shaving and hillbillies. viewtopic.php?t=951

[imreadonly2]

I really loved this story, and the loss of identity that the head shaving represents. I've wanted to do the celebrity pretending to be a prisoner / mental patient for a while now, and I'm delighted that you wrote it for me, and wrote it better. I'm so looking forward to part 2!!

Joe

[jerry606]

Forgot to add this photo. This would have been exactly what she was wearing