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Gas Story

Several years ago while living Overseas, I met a woman many years my senior. I’ll call her Anna. She was a plain but not unattractive woman, with dark eyes and thick black hair. We hit it off immediately. It was several weeks into our relationship when she decided to invite me for one of her home-cooked Italian meals. Flattered, I eagerly counted the days off for the big night. Finally, the soiree was at hand. I got in my car, arriving at Anna’s house in no time flat. I rushed up the three flights of stairs in no time, knocked at her door and waited for a response. In a few seconds she opened the door with a warm smile and a glass of red wine. We kissed and I took the proffered wine. “Come on in, and make yourself comfortable.”, she says, turning back toward the living room. We sit in the living room and sip on our wine, exchanged the usual preliminary pleasantries. “Nice place you’ve got here.”, I say, absorbing the furnishing and decor of the apartment. “Yeah, it’s not bad for a lonely divorcee I guess.”, she says curtly. The minutes pass as do the glasses of wine. Feeling relaxed, and less inhibited, I get up and casually walk over to a rather large bookcase I admired. “I got that from my settlement.”, she giggled. Barely taking notice of her words, I begin to pore over the titles of her books. “I’ll go and tend to dinner and leave you to your books”. With Anna busying herself with dinner, I am left standing in front of the bookcase. Sipping my wine, I begin looking over an assortment of books. However, one book catches my eye. The book reads, “General Anesthesiology-Praxis”. “Hum, what could a woman want with a book like this?”, I think to myself. I take the book off the shelf, open it and begin thumbing through it. I quickly find a diagram and picture section in the middle — the usual banal stuff, typical for a medical textbook: “intubated” patients, their eyes taped shut, a few high tech looking contraptions — nothing very interesting. I turn the page. It is altogether different. This page is much more interesting, a veritable “anesthesia fetishist’s” visual feast. One picture frame I find to be of great interest. The picture frame shows a shiny black mask held over the nose and mouth of what appears to be a young looking female. Her eyes are open, but there is a vacant look to them. The photograph shows the eyes of a young woman drunk with gas. I scrutinize the young woman’s image, her eyes intrigue me. …The eyes, drunk with anesthesia, heavy eyes in the last moments before going under. Unfocused and totally surrendering…. I too had once been on the receiving end of the anesthesiologist’s mask. At the time I was only 11 years old and undergoing a tonsillectomy. I still remember an unidentifiable female lowering a black mask upon me, instructing me to count backwards as she stroked my quivering cheek… then the darkness of forced sleep. The memory of that nurse stroking my cheek and firmly but gently anesthetizing me, although in a sense frightening, nevertheless filled me with a obsession to be gassed again. “Want another glass of wine hon?” Anna returns to check up on me, her words startle me out of my reverie. “Ugh, yeah, sure.” I say hoarsely, replacing the book to its rightful spot. She fills my glass and we both return to the soft couch. “Its funny, but I’ve never asked you what you do.” I say coyly, feigning total ignorance. “You never asked. I’m an anesthesiology nurse. I work at the 306th military hospital.”, she answers back demurely. “Oh, that must be interesting.” I reply, trying to sound disinterested. “Yeah, I’ve been in the field of anesthesiology for some ten years now, and five years before that, I was an intensive care specialist. But, anesthesiology is the most rewarding.”

We have both already finished our third glass of wine when I ask her about the kinds of reactions she gets from patients in the OR. No longer feeling coy from the wine, I now have the insatiable urge to hear how an anesthesiologist really “works their patients”. “What do you mean, reactions?”, she asks, smiling quizzically. “You know, do some patients become violent or terrified?”, I retort, prodding Anna for tantalizing story. “No, they’re usually somewhat sedated, so by the time I apply oxygen to further relax the patient, its lights out baby.” I looked at her hands as she continued to talk. Her words became an unintelligible buzz as I fixate on her hands. I imagine her soft hand caressing my check as the other gently but firmly applies a smooth black mask, her face looking down at me as she shamelessly puts me under. A couple of weeks had passed when I receive a call from Anna. She tells me she’ll be late getting off work late tonight. I would like it if you come to the hospital at the end of my shift. “You can come over, I’ll shower, and we can get a bite to eat somewhere”, she says matter-of-factly. It takes me about ten minutes to drive my car to the large military hospital. I park my car in the nearly empty visitor’s parking lot, and head toward the main entrance. I follow Anna’s directions for getting to her office, winding through color-coded corridors. I arrive at her office and notice a note marked “come in John”. I come in and seat myself next to her book and paper cluttered desk. Several minutes pass, and I find my eyes roving her desk. There are many official looking forms. I hesitate at first, but overwhelming curiosity wins over. I pick up one of the forms and peruse it.

…’23 year old female patient, nasal reconstruction. Anxious… 5mg Ruphypnol preoperative…Induction smooth’.

I again imagine smooth latex covered hands steadying the patient’s head, finally resting on the young woman’s cheek. The other gently but firmly places the thick latex mask firmly over the nose and mouth, the gas bag inflating … Again, my revelry is cut short by Anna’s unannounced entrance. I fumble with the paper, but she pays me no heed. “Come with me I want to show you around the place”. She leads the way in her surgical garb as we walk another series of corridors. I am surprised by how few people we meet along the corridor. After many twists and turns, we get to a set of double doors. On the door is marked OR personnel. “Don’t worry about that, your with me.”, she says, sensing my trepidation. With a graceful sweep of her arm, the doors open and we find ourselves in a room. Anna switches on a large ceiling light, its light is blinding, almost startling. The operating room had a quality I never could imagine, a clinical coldness about it. I feel a lump in my throat, as anticipation overcomes me. I glance about me, studying the almost surreal quality of the operating room’s stark white and green. “Here have a seat on the table, and I’ll give you a quick rundown of the place.” She begins with a perfunctory explanation of the various gadgets and gizmos. My throat tightens as I expect the piece de resistance. I glance about nonchalantly, looking for any hint of rubber mask or tubing Nothing. “Well, that’s about it”, she says coolly. My heart sinks. “Oh, I almost forgot, I want to show you something I think you’ll like. Close your eyes.” A lump is in my throat and my heart is pounding. I’m not sure what to feel. I hear the faint sound of coaster wheels. “Lie back.”, Anna instructs in an almost clinically detached voice. “What’s going on?”, I ask with a quiver in my voice. Again she repeats her orders, “Just lie back.” I lie back clumsily and wait. Suddenly, I hear a very soft hiss. I open my eyes and raise my head, only to have it nudged gently back onto the table. I turn my head to the left, noticing a black latex anesthesia mask next to my head. “Well, this is certainly what you were dying to know about, right?”, Anna asks, her voice now taking on a pussycat quality. A mixture of sexual arousal and fear washes over me. Memories flood my brain — Memories blurred with the passage of time, but nonetheless elicited by the sight of the mask softly hissing. I only manage a weak “wait”. “Wait for what?”, she coos. I say nothing, only managing to swallow the knot in my throat. “I’ll show you what the patient goes through. Usually they’re a bit woozy, but you’ll do.” Without skipping a beat and playing in character, she pulls a pair of latex gloves from her pocket and dons them. With a deft movement of one hand she turns the valve back on and the gentle hiss resumes. The other hand brings the mask closer in, fitting it snugly over my nose and mouth. The smell of latex and oxygen is thick and pungent. The feel of the smooth rubber of the mask, and the feeling of slight suffocation sends shutters through my body. “This is just to ease your breathing, just breath nice and deep. There now, you’re doing fine.”, Anna coos, adjusting the mask ever so slightly. “I don’t…” Before I can finish my sentence, a heavy sweet smell fills my nostrils and the back of my throat. I hesitate to breath for a moment, my eyes certainly widening in surprise. “Breath out hard and fill the bag.” I am nervous yet aroused. Her words, firm but reassuring, promise an experience to be remembered: of what, I am not yet sure. I turn my head and see the gas bag fully inflated. I look at it almost mesmerized by its jet blackness. Anna squeezes the bag and I get a lung full of the gas. My next exhalation is now less willful as the last. It is more of a grunt than a blowing out. The gas has flooded over me and I feel warm. Anna looks down at me. She’s smiling, so I think: it’s getting hard to tell as my vision is now blurring. My breathing is smooth now, no longer the anxious staccato it was just moments ago. Again I exhale and Anna responds in kind by pressing the gas bag yet another deep inhalation of gas. My eyes are getting very heavy and my ears are starting to ringing. I no longer can smell the gas. Even with the several lung fulls of gas I have sucked down, I struggle vainly to tell Anna enough… yet another inhalation… I breath in deeply. By now, all that comes out my mouth is a defeated, disembodied sigh. I no longer can control my eyes, as they loll like loose marbles. Anna’s face becomes a blur in my ever-diminishing field of vision… Then darkness enfolds me.

Anna removes the mask from his face, looking down at her handiwork and smiling wryly as her “victim” enjoyed his anesthetic slumber. Satisfied that he would sleep a while, she turns the valve on the cylinder, shutting off the flow of gas. Anna sets the rubber mask next to his face. A mischievous look crossed her face, as she now relishes the helplessness of her “victim”… While it seemed to me it took a ‘long time’ to go under, it only took about fifteen seconds, maybe a little more. Anna would later tell me. “I wish I had a video recorder to show you how hot you looked going under,” she teases. Many years have passed and Anna and I are still together. I had my chance to gas her finally, as a birthday present to me — and preserved the moment with her video recorder.

But that’s another story.

January 12, 2009 Posted by | Fetish | , , , , , , , , | 9 Comments


Michael’s thoughts this Bank Holiday weekend were of his fiancée, Leasa, as he pulled into the drive of her house. He knew he was lucky. She was a 28 year old knockout — tall, athletic, full figured with blue eyes and honey blond hair falling just past her shoulders. Leasa was a very professional senior staff nurse at the Windsor Institute, a highly regarded psychiatric hospital and alcohol/drug treatment facility located in a remote area outside of town. Leasa was always serious about her work and its importance, although Michael generally understood the clientele to largely consist of teenagers committed by their rich parents unable to deal with them. Each year at this time the hospital closed for two weeks to allow for staff vacations and training, and Michael and Leasa had planned for a three day trip on this weekend to celebrate their recent engagement, but Leasa had called that afternoon with a change in plans. She explained that a few very high pay patients had made arrangements to stay over for some extra days until their parents could pick them up to go straight to boarding schools. Leasa said that she was being left in charge of the place for this purpose with a few other staff members while all the doctors, administrative staff and most of the nurses went to their seminars, etc. She promised that she would just have to stay in town to be on call and that they could still spend their celebration vacation at her house and she would make it special. Michael acted disappointed as best he could, with the secret satisfaction that the change in plans left just that much more time for bedroom activities.

Michael let himself in Leasa’s house to find it empty but with a message on Leasa’s machine to call her at the hospital. Leasa herself answered and sheepishly said, “I’ve got to stand you up for the weekend because of another development. One of my nurses went home sick with the flu and I have to stay over this weekend.” But she quickly added, “You could come out and we can go to dinner when the night nurse arrives.” Michael dutifully agreed and departed on the 20 minute drive out to the hospital, all the way inwardly groaning in frustration. Shortly after dark he arrived at the long driveway to the Windsor Institute and pulled into the parking lot. Michael had never visited Leasa at work, but easily found his way into the dimly lit and unstaffed lobby reception area. The multi-level hospital facility looked modern enough, but the dark remote location of this “hospital” conjured strange thoughts in his mind.

Michael found a buzzer button near the only inside door in the reception area. The door was a heavy steel barrier with a narrow vertical, wire mesh glass panel down one side. Leasa promptly appeared on the other side of the door and pressed a key into the door which snapped open a heavy lock to admit him. Leasa embraced Michael with a passionate kiss and hug and whispered apologies in his ear for spoiling the weekend. Michael had always found Leasa, when dressed in nursing uniform, strangely and profoundly provocative. He had plenty of fantasies in the dominance and submission realm into which an authoritative nurse played well.

Tonight was no different. Leasa was wearing a body hugging white jumpsuit nurse uniform with white leather sneakers and had her hair back in a high pony tail. Leasa then stated that it might be a while before they could leave because the relief nurse was going to be late. She said, “It might be pretty late for you to drive back to your apartment, so why don’t you just stay at my place?” She laughingly added, “I could let you stay here, but you probably wouldn’t enjoy the accommodations.”

Michael quipped back “Well, I thought you had some soft rooms here.” Leasa responded with a laugh, “Well yes, but the patients staying over are all female and we would have to lock out the different wards if a male visitor stays overnight, and it would be like keeping you in jail.” He countered, “And you’re the warden right?” They both laughed and then Leasa offered a tour of the facility while they waited. They proceeded down the main ward areas and Leasa showed him the Spartan patient rooms with just a hospital bed, small table and chair in each.

Michael noticed the stout looking locks on the doors and sealed window and noted to Leasa that her “jail” looked secure enough for teenagers. Leasa explained,

“This is a considered a secure facility, and even the voluntary patients can have a enforced three day detention period imposed if they try to leave. When we go downstairs you’ll see the environment is even more strict.” Leasa led him through a few more locked passage doors to an elevator to the lower level. They stopped to check a video monitor at the nurse’s station, showing a scene of three teenage girls watching television upstairs in their ward lounge area. “We have cameras set up throughout the facility so we can monitor or record activity in each area or ward,” Leasa explained, flipping the controls to pan several rooms. “Don’t look like much of escape risks to me”, Michael told Leasa. “No, just here for baby-sitting”, she agreed. “But we do get an occasional patient who is difficult and that’s the purpose of all the security here in the lower level.” Michael noticed that the floor was lined with heavier steel doors with observation ports. She guided him to the end of the hallway and turned a light control knob and opened a door to show him a padded cell.

Several inches of deep foam covered with a blue rubberized nylon material covered all the walls, floor and inside of the door of the bare room which measured about ten foot square. “We have two of these seclusion rooms for violent or unpredictable patients, which allows us the maximum state certification” she stated. “Hey a room that’s a mattress”, laughed Michael.

Leasa demonstrated the protective nature of the floor by plunging her foot deep into the foam padding and said coyly, “Is this as soft as you thought?” “I’ll be glad to try one out if you come in with me”, grinned Michael. For a split second Michael thought he detected a strange quality that he couldn’t place in

Leasa’s expression, before she laughed, “I don’t think I could trust you to behave.”

Leasa closed the door an flicked off the light and escorted Michael back to the nurses’ station to view the monitors. The night nurse had still not arrived, and Leasa suggested, “While we are waiting, why don’t you let me give you a little checkup, since you won’t ever go to the doctor?” Michael agreed, and Leasa led him to an exam room. The table looked like an operating table with a number of straps hanging off the sides. Michael removed his shirt and sat on the table at Leasa’s direction. Leasa checked his pulse and attached a blood pressure cuff to his arm and took a quick reading. She turned him and laid him back on the padded table and re-inflated the cuff. As she released the pressure on the bulb, she toyed with his nipples, and said “Let’s see what this does”. Michael squirmed slightly in enjoying the treatment, as Leasa playfully remarked, “H’mm, your readings show undue stress, but don’t worry, we can treat you for that.” She leaned down and gave him a long deep kiss, and then drew away suddenly.

Michael saw and felt the black band of the restraint strap trailing from

Leasa’s hand across his chest and arms, but was too shocked to say or do anything. He heard the dull click of the buckle and whir as the strap was pulled tight lashing his upper torso to the table. Leasa quickly fastened a second restraining strap across his abdomen tightly pinning his forearms at his sides.

Michael was stunned and a little panicked not knowing what to expect next.

Leasa silently whisked off his shoes and pants leaving him in only his tiny black bikini underwear, under which his erection was beginning to bulge noticeably. Leasa calmly proceeded to strap him down further lashing a restraint strap across his thighs and at his ankles. Michael quickly decided rather than protest, to relax and see what Leasa had in mind, as she had never shown any previous interest in any kinky activity. Leasa positioned a bright exam light glaring directly into Michael’s eyes and pulled up a stool near the head of the table.

Michael’s breath quickened and he felt his face growing warm as Leasa unceremoniously plopped a small stack of magazines on his chest. A quick look at the top cover revealed that these were from Michael’s secret stock of bondage fantasy materials. Leasa forcefully began, “I found these a couple of weeks ago when I was cleaning up that pigsty you call your apartment. How come you never showed these to me?” she sternly demanded. Michael’s face was now beet red from embarrassment and he was speechless. Leasa continued her questioning, “Is this what turns you on? Are you some kind of sicko pervert?”, she continued, her voice building ever louder, “Do you want to tie me up and hurt me–is that what gets your puny little cock hard?” Michael could not answer and laid there with his eyes closed in shame. “Or, Leasa quietly mused, “maybe you’d like to be tied up and tortured–is that it Michael?”, her voice returning to a gently soothing tone.

Michael, eyes still clenched shut, nodded affirmatively. “I thought as much, and it’s going to be O.K.”, she gently continued, reassuringly patting

Michael on the shoulder, “and you are going to receive the proper therapy for this, I can assure you”. Then laughing, she added, “However, it may not be anything like these stupid little fantasies”, as she scooped up the magazines and put them away.

Michael opened his eyes and looked at Leasa. He saw her warm loving expression as she leaned over and kissed him gently. Then he witnessed her expression harden to cool clinical demeanor, as he asked nervously, “What are you going to do with me?” She leaned over and picked up a clipboard chart, began writing and said, “Well, you know my friend, Marsha Redmond, the probate judge–she’s such a dear to provide us with a supply of pre-signed commitment orders for use on weekends.

All we have to do is fill in the blanks and certify a patient for evaluation in emergency cases without having to bother her.” She continued writing as she spoke, “Certainly is convenient, to cut through the paperwork, and allow us to promptly get down to business.” She turned the clipboard for him to see a very official commitment order with his name typed in, and said,

“The report indicates that you have been acting in a bizarre and erratic manner and have trouble distinguishing reality from fantasy. And since your fiancée who swore out the commitment petition is a personal friend of the judge’s and a trained psychiatric nurse, I certainly have no reason not to so certify you for detention and evaluation.”

Michael’s mind was trying to absorb all the shock of the last few minutes, and he began, “Leasa, I don’t know about…” “PATIENT!”, she snapped loudly cutting him off, “You are to address all staff here by their professional position, either Dr., or Nurse, or Nurse Leasa and so on. And I do not want to hear anything out of you until and unless I ask you a specific question.”

“Now listen carefully Patient,” she continued, “you are legally committed to my care as of right now, as far as anyone is concerned. I don’t know if you can fully grasp that, but we have a few options available right now. First you can sign yourself in as a voluntary patient which will render the judge’s order and how it was obtained academic. If you do so, you will be under my total control for the next 72 hours, and if you please me with your performance and you are mutually satisfied with your experience, this chart will disappear. If you resist or fail to comply with my requirements, I will have you sedated and transported to the state hospital for the remainder of your evaluation period, and we won’t have any future relationship.”

“Now you may speak–what do you wish done?” “I’ll sign”, Michael responded weakly. Leasa then released Michael’s right hand from the restraints briefly to obtain his signature, and put the file away.

“Patient, while you are here, you will have contact with the other nurses.

You are never to speak in their presence, unless I direct you to. You will follow all directions to the letter, and play along with anything I do, or, and

I’m really serious Michael–I’ll send you to the state hospital like a genuine case, and that will be the end of our relationship. My job and professional license cannot be endangered by any games we play, is that clear?” Michael nodded affirmatively. Leasa tightened a padded strap across Michael’s forehead securing his head tightly to the padded table, then locked a padded footboard firmly in place against the soles of Michael’s feet, and finally reached under the table to work an unseen lever. Suddenly without warning, Michael was propelled forward on the tilt table snapping to a stop in a near vertical position. A pair of surgical scissors quickly snipped through his underwear allowing his swollen prick to reach full erection. Leasa slowly massaged his erection and played with his nipples as he hung helplessly in the restraint straps tightly holding his body to the table. Michael was enjoying his treatment immensely, as Leasa continued her ministrations. Suddenly her right hand twisted his balls hard as she bit down on one and sharply pinched his other nipple between her long fingernails. Michael yelped loudly in anguish as she held him in her painful grip for a split second longer and then released him.

Leasa stood back and looked at him. She said, “Oh, did that hurt?

Remember–72 hours in my total control. I’ll hear you cry before we’re done and you’ll beg for my touch, any touch”, she promised. “Now, we better get you safely tucked away before Susan arrives.” She tilted the table back a few degrees and released Michael’s restraints, and helped him step down onto the cool linoleum. She handed him a pair of hospital scrub pants to put on, and then tossed him what Michael immediately recognized as a canvas Straitjacket.

He held the Straitjacket in front of him surveying the long sleeves and numerous of straps, as Leasa ordered, “Alright, let’s get in on, it’s not that

complicated.” Michael responded, “Leasa, I don’t know if…” “I DO KNOW,

PATIENT!”, Leasa sternly snapped, taking the jacket from him. “Arms straight out”, she ordered. Michael silently complied as Leasa slipped the long sleeves over his arm and quickly secured the straps of the Straitjacket down his back, then crossed his arms and tightened the straps at the sleeve ends, tightly binding Michael in the restraint jacket. “Patient”, she whispered behind him, “the infractions of speaking out without permission and failure to comply with your restraint direction will be punished.”

Leasa then silently guided Michael down the hall to the padded cell and shoved him roughly, causing Michael to fall face first into the deep foam padding. “Your therapy will require strict training in self control, and your little Straitjacket here should help you in that.” Leasa shut the door and the lights in the padded cell slowly dimmed to a low level.

Suddenly Michael was gripped with panic as he rolled about trying to get upright and finally with the assistance of a corner of the padded cell and much effort he was able to get to his feet. Michael circled the padded cell’s interior, trying the door with as much force as he could propel himself across the foam lined room, with no avail. Then he began struggling with the Straitjacket in earnest, attempting to loosen the straps or slip the damn thing off, but each effort only seemed to tighten the constricting garment about him all the more. Finally exhausted from his struggles he sank to the floor to catch his breath.

The lights suddenly snapped back on and the door eased open and Leasa entered the padded cell, carrying a small bag. She helped him to his feet and leaned him face first into a corner and pulled down his pants. “I’ve been watching you on the monitor, and you seem agitated enough to warrant some additional restraint, and but I’ve brought you a little toy will give you something to occupy yourself.”, she laughed. Michael felt Leasa’s index finger cool with lubricant invade his rectum followed by a large conical shaped anal plug. He groaned as the plug was forced deep inside his ass. His pants were pulled back up, and Leasa reached between his legs securing a crotch strap to slots provided in the jacket. She tightened the crotch strap forcing his male anatomy roughly to one side and forcing the anal plug ever deeper in his ass. Leasa then secured his ankles in a pair of heavy padded ankle cuffs secured by a foot long strap that would allow him only the shortest steps while so hobbled.

“Now, anytime a nurse enters the seclusion room, for her protection, you will be asked to move to the center of the room, face away from the door and kneel.

Why don’t you practice for me?” Michael took a few tentative steps toward the center of the padded room before he lost his balance and went sprawling face down in the foam floor. He could hear Leasa giggling quietly behind him at his predicament. “Well, you didn’t need to go all the way down, but that’s good enough. Occasionally we have to use the stun prod on those who won’t try to

cooperate. You will want to avoid that I’m sure.” Then before Michael realized it, his bondage nurse quietly exited the seclusion room and the lights slowly faded to dim once again, leaving him feeling alone with his thoughts and raging hard on that he was unable to relieve.

Several hours later, Michael was in the far corner of the padded cell lying on his back, knees bent to reduce the pressure of the intruder filling his bottom. He had made a few efforts to walk about the cell, but the dizzying effects of the anal plug and his restrained condition dictated otherwise. Then an unfamiliar, but pleasant female voice came over an unseen speaker, “Michael, this is Nurse Susan. Please move to the center of the room for me and kneel facing away from the door.”

Michael rolled and crawled across the spongy floor to the middle of the padded cell and positioned himself as best he could on his knees, hunched over with his head down and ass upright, the anal plug finding its way to ever greater depths within his anus. The lights snapped on full bright and the door opened. From the corner of his eye, Michael could see Leasa with another nurse, who was a lovely brunette, with a very short boyish haircut, in her early twenties, dressed in a knee length nurses uniform skirt.

She kicked off her two inch heels and entered the room followed by Leasa.

They approached Michael from behind allowing Susan to survey the situation, and

Susan placed a soothing hand on Michael’s shoulder. “I’m sorry it was so difficult to comply with my request. Didn’t know your ankles were fixed together?” Susan asked apologetically. Leasa explained, “He had a light

tranquilizer and the ambulance crew helped me get him in here in the ambulatory restraint. But he still seemed a little restless, so I added the ankle cuffs, since we’re short on help.” “Michael”, Leasa continued, “this is Nurse Susan.

If you will cooperate, I think we can make you more comfortable for the rest of the night.” The two nurses helped Michael to his feet, and walked him slowly across the foam floor to the hallway. Leasa nodded to an open door at the end of the hallway, “I’ve got the room set up for four point, Susan. Why don’t you just walk him down instead of getting a wheelchair.” Susan nodded, and firmly gripping Michael’s arm guided him the thirty some steps to his room. Each short hobbled step for Michael was an experience in pleasant agony, as the anal plug undulated deep in his rectum with each weak step. Michael’s breath was in short deep gasps as he made it to the room and was seated on the hospital bed. Michael was laid out on the bed and the nurses proceeded to remove his Straitjacket and ankle restraints and secure each limb to a corner of the bed in spread eagle fashion in heavy padded leather cuffs. First his ankles were secured and then Susan sat him up and loosened the Straitjacket and separated the sleeves. The nurses acting in unison each secured a sleeved arm in the cuff at the respective corner of the bed. Then the jacket was worked up over Michael’s head and Leasa held one arm while Susan opened the cuff and swiftly removed the sleeve and tightly re-fastened the cuff. Leasa went to the other side of the bed and removed Michael’s sleeved arm from the cuff, while Susan completely removed the Straitjacket and turned to place it on a bedside table.

As Susan’s eyes were turned away, Leasa quickly wrenched Michael’s free arm across his body and Leaned her whole body across his chest. Michael was surprised and involuntarily arched his back in the bed. “Susan, Quick, I need some help here!”, Leasa shouted. Susan ran to the other side of the bed and put her weight on Michael’s torso as well, attempting to force Michael’s arm back outright. Michael realizing that struggling was to be expected rolled about as best he could and pulled his wrist free from Leasa’s grasp. Allowing Susan to grab his wrist, Michael ceased resistance as she leaned across him smothering his face with her ample breasts and buckled his wrist into the restraint cuff. Michael recalled hearing Susan call out, “Its O.K., I’ve got him now!”, as he felt the sharp pain in his abdomen which turned into the weight of an elephant and his whole body went rigid.

Michael looked up groggily to see Leasa snapping a small rectangular grey box to her jumpsuit pocket and hear Susan, “Oh!, I don’t think we needed the stunner. He was just a little panicky on the last arm.” Leasa looked at

Michael with mock concern, “You’re right Susan. I’m so sorry Michael, maybe I overreacted–I thought you were going to try to fight us.”

Susan had picked up a clipboard and spoke out loud as she was making notes, “Let’s see, out of seclusion and jacket restraint at 12:40 hours, and patient transferred to four point restraints. Let’s see–Patient resisted application of bed restraints necessitating appropriate intervention with stun prod.” Susan then rolled a tray over which Michael could see contained a number of needles, syringes and IV equipment. “Leasa, I’ll go ahead and start a drip, if you want to call and get a scrip for some meds.” Leasa looked at Michael, who eyes were wide at the sight of the needles. “We can sedate you, and then we can remove these restraints. Will that be alright?” Michael looked away and remained silent. “Look Susan, I don’t want to bother a doctor unless he gets uncontrollable or asks for the meds. Otherwise, we can just let him leave the limb holders on.” “O.K.,

Leasa,” responded Susan, “I’ll trade off with you checking on him.” With that the pretty young brunette draped a blanket over Michael and both nurses left the room.

Michael lay there stretched out in the leather restraints wondering if he could go to sleep with the dildo plug still in his ass and his whole body stiff from the electrical shock he’d received. Time passed and Michael fell asleep. He awoke to find Susan adjusting the cuff and strap at his ankles.

“Just checking to make sure your circulation is O.K., I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up. Are you alright?” “Yes, I think so,” replied Michael, “I just feel kind of foolish and a little confused.” “Well,” Susan said kindly, sitting on the edge of the bed and slightly loosening the strap adjustments of his arm cuff, “If you’d just tell Nurse Leasa you want the meds, we could get you set up and untie you from these silly straps. It would only be a little stick. No response from Michael?. O.K., have it your own way,” she said turning out the light and leaving him in darkness once more.

Michael was barely asleep again when the lights came on again to reveal

Leasa standing at his bedside propping a small gym bag on his bed. “Well, well, kind of chatty with the nurses, huh? Think she’s going to feel sorry for you and let you go?” She made her way around the bed tugging the cuffs and straps to their tightest point, and then raised the head of the bed stretching his body even more. “Susan’s a softy sometimes–I think she may have left you a little too comfortable,” she laughed. His pants were pulled down to reveal his growing cock. “I really am sorry about the stun prod earlier, however, I told you would be punished.” She pushed a rubber ball gag into his mouth and tightly secured the Velcro strap behind his head. She then withdrew the stun gun device and snapped it menacingly a few times in front of his eyes, the blue electricity arcing from its contacts like tiny lightening. “Ready for some more fun?”, she giggled. Michael struggled in earnest against his restraints and his eyes pleaded with her above the gag bulging in his mouth. She then placed a black foam padded blindfold over his eyes totally cutting off all light and vision.

“Being unable to anticipate is sometimes a very stimulating part of therapy–like fear of the unknown!”, she taunted, popping the stun prod again near his ear.

Michael’s body quivered and shook as his restraints held him tight, and he waited. But no shock was forthcoming. Instead he felt the lightest touch at the base of his cock. Then at his nipples. Leasa continued to work her fingernails slowly over his body pausing at his most sensitive spots. Then he felt the butt plug being removed from his anus, only to be replaced by a slim vibrator which began a slow humming, causing his hips to buck on the bed as his frustration continued. Then foam ear plugs were inserted in his ears cutting off all sound. All he could sense was the unrelenting buzzing in his ass. Then after an unknown length of time he felt a cool rubber gloved hand covered with lubricant begin to stroke his prick, slowly at first, then quickening its pace.

As he approached climax, the stroking ceased. Then after an extended wait the stimulation of his cock began anew. The cycle was repeated again and again at different intervals.

Michael lost all track of time and was beginning to think his frustration would render him actually insane if he didn’t come soon.

Then as he was finally reaching the moment of release for the umpteenth time the stroking stopped again. A few seconds later, he felt the biting pain at his nipples and moaned deeply into his rubber gag as nipple clamps were applied, and then the vibrator in his bottom was turned to full speed. The gloved hand began stroking him again, faster and faster. The bed shook and his restraint cuffs creaked as he arch his back and strained to the edge of a tremendous climax, and then the hand stopped and gripped his testicles and pulled hard. Michael was on fire with the pain at his nipples and his stretched balls along with the buzzing in his rectum causing his pelvis and cock to vibrate. She held him there in hot agony for several minutes, but what seemed an hour to Michael, now moaning loudly into his gag, before releasing the grip on his nuts and removing the vibrator. His nipples were then suddenly released from the clamps sending a new wave of pain through his tightly stretched body.

The bed was lowered and the tension on his restraints eased off a bit. He was shaking, still breathing hard and glistening with sweat. The ball gag was removed, but the ear plugs and blindfold were left in place.

Finally, hours later, the heat of his frustration and throbbing balls surrendered to sleep. Sometime after that he was only half aware of someone returning to remove the sensory deprivation equipment, and he slept again.

Michael’s next recollection was that of jumping awake, snapping taut in the restraint cuffs still holding him, as Leasa, standing at the foot of the bed, scraped her long fingernails across the sole of his foot. She looked fresh and well rested, dressed in a pretty pink scrub suit. She smiled at her ability to produce his reaction, “Susan,” she said to her young associate entering the room, “He’s awake now. I you want to attend to his needs, I’m going to go and change for my morning workout real quick.” Susan quietly provided Michael with a bedpan and some water to drink, and then loosened his restraints some more and massaged his wrists and ankles with a damp sponge and then sponge bathed his face and upper body. “Funny that Leasa had snuggled back up like that, she’s usually not much for using restraints at all,” she remarked.

Leasa returned later wearing what appeared to be a tight black long sleeve leotard and warm up pants, with her hair pulled back in a pony tail and a black spandex sweatband encircling her brow. Leasa said, “Lets give him a change of scene and go back to the ambulatory restraint.” Susan stood ready with the Straitjacket while Leasa undid the leather cuffs one at a time and assisted

Michael’s stiff arms back into the restraint contrivance. Michael sat still while Susan secured the straps and his arms in the Straitjacket and then had him stand to adjust the crotch strap. Then the trio traveled back down the hallway to the padded cell and Michael was once again placed inside. “Don’t see any need for the ankle cuffs right now,” Leasa said. “Me neither,” responded Susan.

Michael walked around the cell working out the stiffness in his body and enjoying the first relative freedom he’d had in over twenty hours. Susan hadn’t secured the Straitjacket nearly as tight as Leasa had bound him the evening before, and he could even move his arms a bit in the long sleeves.

An hour or so later, Leasa opened the door to his padded cell and stepped inside. She had shed her warm-up pants to reveal that her outfit was a one piece long sleeved spandex unitard with stirrup feet. Michael unconsciously retreated as she approached. “What’s wrong little patient? You’re not scared of Nurse Leasa are you?” She grabbed him, pushed him back to fall on the soft foam floor with a Wumpf! and straddled him. He could see her work apart a split crotch on her bodysuit and as she sat across his face. “I usually finish my workout with a few miles on the stationary bike, but you look like something more invigorating to ride. Now, get to work!” Michael complied and began licking and sucking her sex as best he could as her wet pussy smothered his face. After two forceful orgasms, Leasa rolled off Michael and lay beside him on the cool foam padding.

After catching her breath she grazed the tip of his stiff organ protruding through the scrub pants below the bottom of the Straitjacket. “You seem to be suffering from considerable stress here. Would you like to have your Nurse provide some relief?” Michael nodded yes. “I’m listening. Are you ready to beg yet?”, she queried. Michael in his hours left pondering his situation had decided not to give Leasa the satisfaction of totally humiliating himself before her and turned his face away in silence. With obvious irritation, Leasa roughly rolled him over and sat astride him and tugged the straps holding the jacket and sleeves as tight as possible, and then tightened the crotch strap squeezing

Michael’s tender genitals uncomfortably. “I’ll have to talk to Nurse Susan about keeping your restraints properly adjusted”, she stated. “Since you’re apparently refusing the therapy I’ve offered, you can spend the rest of the afternoon like this.” Nurse Susan will checking on you. You might as well get some rest. After she has gone, I’ll have you to myself for the evening. I think a session in the hydro suite may improve your attitude.”, she said ominously as she exited the padded cell.

Michael laid there tightly wrapped in the Straitjacket wondering what

Leasa had in store for him in the “hydro suite”, whatever the hell that was.

The hours of the day dragged by, interrupted only twice by Susan who entered the padded cell to check his Straitjacket and offer him some water from a squeeze bottle. Before she left the second time she pleaded with him, “Michael, I really think it’s silly for you to spend your time hogtied in this Straitjacket.

If you will just agree to the meds, we can release you except the lightest restraint. Nurse Leasa got a PRN order for full restraints for the weekend since a doctor won’t be available to check you till Monday, and we will have to keep you tied up until you ask for a sedative.” Still no response from Michael.

“Well, I’m leaving and will be off until tomorrow and Leasa will be here alone until Nurse Monica arrives at 10:00 o’clock, so that will be your next chance if you change your mind.” Then she quietly let herself out of the padded room and secured the door. An hour or so later Leasa opened the door and directed Michael to exit his padded cell. She was once again dressed in her pink scrub suit, waiting with a wheel chair which she helped him into. She wheeled him silently down the hall to the elevator, and then inserting a key in the control panel started the elevator down to another level. As the door opened, Michael saw a glassed in gym area on one side of the hall, and two heavy steel doors on the other. Leasa unlocked the first steel door and turned on the lights. Michael saw what could be a small dressing room equipped with a toilet and shower, and thought what a relief a long hot shower would be. In the center of the room was a long table constructed of a long metal rectangular frame covered with canvas something like a camping cot. She released him from the Straitjacket had him strip and lay back on the support frame. She proceeded to secure heavy leather cuffs around each wrist and ankle and snugly attached these to the corners of the frame. She then rolled the stretcher frame holding Michael through a swinging door into a larger tile lined room containing a number of large metal hydro tanks, like large rectangular bathtubs of stainless steel. The stretcher frame was built to roll over the top of the tank and mechanical hoist equipment allowed her to lower the canvas support frame with Michael attached into the

tank where he rested a few inches into the pleasantly warm water.

Leasa then stripped off her scrub uniform to reveal a sexy black spandex tank leotard styled swimsuit. Leasa proceeded to scrub Michael all over, except his rock hard penis, with a soft sponge and a body shampoo liquid. Once fully lathered and scrubbed, she raised the support frame a few inches above the water and turned a powerful hand held shower spray on Michael. The stinging shower was moderately cold water, not painful, but not very comfortable either. She hosed him thoroughly and ended with a long blast of even colder water on his poor prick causing it to finally shrivel from the exposure. “Nothing like a cold shower to deal with the hornies!”, she grinned. “But of course you must not be very interested in sex judging from your lack of interest earlier today”, she added, as she left him lying there to drip dry. “You not going to hear me beg yet if that’s what you mean”, muttered Michael mustering all his defiance.

“We’ll see”, Leasa responded with cool indifference as she walked from the room.

Some while later, Leasa returned to her waiting patient, carrying what appeared to be a large one piece shiny black rubber wet suit, similar to what scuba divers wear, except this rubber suit seemed abnormally large and bulky as she laid it across a nearby tank and approached Michael. “I’m glad you aren’t too quick to give in Michael. I wanted the chance to show you more of what our hydrotherapy department has to offer”, she said as she released his legs from the restraint cuffs, and then worked a black stretchy spandex thong brief up his legs. She tucked his now semi-rigid penis back between his legs and the close fitting thong strap effectively held it tightly in position, preventing his

erection. She then worked a well lubricated anal plug into his rectum and

positioned the rear strap of the thong over its flared base to hold it deeply

inside. Michael groaned deeply as the rubber plug slid past his sphincter.

She then released his arms and stood back holding a stun gun and pointed to the rubber wet suit, “You’ll need to slip into it from the rear, legs first and then arms. Then I’ll help get you zipped.”

Michael picked up the rubber suit and surveyed it as he slipped into one leg and then the other. The suit had attached feet and its unusual bulkiness was from the inch or so of foam rubber type material which lined the quarter inch thick shiny slick neoprene outer wetsuit material. The inside of the foam padded suit was lined with a plush spandex fabric, and the foam compressed fairly easily as he slipped into it, but gripped his body firmly allowing no air spaces or gaps next to the skin. The rubber suit was also strangely appointed with a number of chrome and plastic hose fittings strategically placed about the arms, legs, back, abdomen, the chest over the nipple areas, and a fitting over the crotch and lower butt area of the suit. He also noticed that flat inch wide stainless metal loops were regularly positioned every several inches or so along the sides of the suit and at the toes of the feet. The arms of the suit ended in closed mittens like the sleeves of a Straitjacket and had similar hardware at the ends. As Michael pulled the suit up past his waist he noticed divider like padding in the seat of the suit force its way to fill the crack between his buttocks firmly making contact with the anal plug pressing in his rectum. He breathed deeply from the sensation as he slipped his arms into the suit and worked his hands to the end of the sleeves, at which he found a glove like divider to separate and hold each finger. Hanging forward from the neck of the suit, Michael observed an attached full hood, split down the back behind the hose fitting at the top, from which the zipper extended to the small of his back, and which had a small opening at the mouth/nose area. Another metal loop was attached to the suit above the forehead area. He realized that he would be totally enclosed when the rubber suit was zipped, but resigned himself not to give Leasa the satisfaction that any protest would bring.

Leasa zipped up the suit to just below his neck and helped him stiffly move to the support frame table and lay on his back. She then drew his arms out to the corners of the framed and threaded straps through the sleeve end loops and secured him tightly. She threaded similar straps through the feet hardware and tightly secured his legs forcing his feet into an exaggerated en point position. She then worked her way around the frame securing the suit to it with short straps through the loops on the suit. Once secured tightly, she released the canvas cover and removed it from the frame allowing Michael to hang above

the tank in the confines of the bizarre rubber suit. The tension on the suit’s connection points and the ends of his hands and feet pulled the suit ever tighter about him to the point of restricting his breathing. Michael tested the confinement of this unusual restraint system to find that he literally could not move a muscle, except his exposed head. She then attached several black hoses to the various outlets on the suit. Leasa next wheeled a cart containing a complex array of monitors, gauges, switches and valves up next to the tank, and then climbed into the waist deep water of the tank beside him. He could see her nipples stiffen from the cool water in the tank, to poke through her spandex suit, as she re-checked all the hoses and suit attachments. Finally the nurse turned to him eagerly observing his hampered respirations and eyeing him for his reaction, “Well, looks as if we’re about ready, how do you feel now.” Michael shot back, “This things almost as tight as the jeans a certain bitchy nurse I know wears.”

Leasa’s face momentarily flushed with surprised anger at the unexpected remark, but she then coolly continued, “O.K., patient, you just don’t know when to quit do you!” She forcefully pushed a large rubber plug gag between his clenched lips and secured its attached strap behind his head, and then sealed a soft sticky rubber nosepiece with a tube slightly protruding into each nostril over his nose. An air tube was inserted through the hole in the front of the hood and attached to the nosepiece. Soft silicone ear plugs were sealed into each ear and a thick oval foam pad sticky with glob of petroleum jelly like substance was pressed into each eye sealing off his vision. She then pulled the suit’s hood up over his face, and pressed it tightly over his features while pulling the zipper all the way closed, tightly confining his head. Extra oval pads of soft foam attached to the inside of the hood pressed into Michael’s ears. In the hooded suit, Michael was cut off from all external stimuli as he breathed in and out cautiously through his nose.

Leasa attached the last hose fitting to the top of the hood and secured a strap through the metal loop tab, then pulled Michael’s head taut in the frame and secured the many hoses into clips along the support frame checking for kinks. Finally, she knelt in the water immersing herself to the neck to cool the sweat that had formed on her body, leaned back to evaluate her handiwork, and considered what was to come. She noticed her own breathing was rapid and her heartbeat was racing. She wondered. Could she really go through what she had planned. She had never been so severe with any patient, much less than the man she loved. She knew that he had well tolerated, no, he had been enjoying everything as much as she until this point, despite the pain and discomfort she had placed him in. She pondered the mind game that had developed during their interplay. Finally she decided, she’d promised him she would have him crying and begging, and if a short session in the hydro suit was what it took, then so be it. She re-checked the monitor array and listened to Michael’s soft rhythmic breathing through the nasal breathing tube setup. She waded around the outstretched figure and to the hoist control and lowered the support frame submerging it and the rubber encased subject a foot or so below the surface of the water. Ignoring the mild splashing caused as he struggled against the suit and connecting straps, guiding it until the pivot lugs at the ends of the frame locked into sockets on the walls of the tank. A few minutes later, she turned on the microphone connected to waterproof earphones in the hood of the suit and rotated him face down in the tank as she began to speak to him.

Michael had been lying there stretched from every point in the suit, unable to move, or even blink, regretting his bratty remarks to Leasa, and waiting and wondering–what happens next. The insulating quality of the foam lined rubber suit had quickly warmed him to the point of sweating as he waited and breathed. Waiting and breathing, the breathing somewhat constricted by the pressing suit, was all he was capable of. Then he felt himself, he thought, being lowered and finally dip beneath the surface. A panic, fear of drowning, swept over him as he struggled mightily in the rubber restraint suit, resulting in only a small splashing in the tank. Finally he remembered to breath and concentrated solely on that task as the water crushed the suit even more firmly against his body. A sudden wave vertigo struck him and he heard faint static in his ears as he was lazily rotated over face down in the tank. Then to his surprise, he heard the Leasa’s strangely muffled voice in his ears.

“Michael, this is Leasa. If you’re O.K., I want you hold your breath for a count of ten so I can tell.” Michael gulped in air as deeply as possible and held his breath and counted to ten. “Alright Michael, listen carefully”, she continued in a flat clinical method, “I’m going to explain your treatment to you. The hydro suit you’re in is the state of the art form of seclusion therapy and as you will see provides for the ultimate sensory deprivation experience.

Studies have shown that even a brief immersion can have a noticeable calming effect on a disturbed patient. Additionally, the various options available with the hydro suit allow it to be utilized for behavior modification therapy, which obviously what you’re in need of. During your stay you have been instructed on appropriate responses, which you apparently are unable to come to on your own.

The hydro suit can provide effective discipline therapy will assist in overcoming your resistance to the desired behaviors. There is a lot of psycho-theory to all this, that I won’t bore you with, but let’s just say that certain stimuli can be provided to distract you from your obvious male sexual aggression. Now,

I’m going to explain the mechanics of your therapy. The water in the tank is a constant 70 degree Fahrenheit, which by itself is the comfortable ambient temp when you’re wearing the suit. Now as you were able to observe, the suit is fitted with a number of water hose connectors, through which I can control a flow of water in and out of the suit. The controls allow me to adjust water flow rate, pressure, and temperature. The water through the valves can also be switched to a vibrating pulse, and negative pressure or suction can be provided. The temperature of water through the suit can be adjusted anywhere from 33 degrees to 110 degrees Fahrenheit. I’ll just show you a little now.” Michael then felt the suit growing uncomfortably rigid and hot and felt a gentle pulsing sensation on his genitals. Several seconds later, the water vibrator stopped and he felt a sensation of being squeezed tightly all over as the suit vacuum contracted around him. Then he once again felt the suit turn rigid and suddenly felt the chill of icy cold water instantly surround his body. Michael began to suck in all the air that he could as the cold gripped him and struggled desperately to escape the frigid rubber bodysuit enclosing him. On his next inhalation, he sensed enormous effort to obtain the needed oxygen. He continued to fight for his breath and grew frightened that the breathing apparatus was failing. Then slowly he felt his breathing ease and felt the suit grow pleasantly warm again.

Michael listened to Leasa’s next words, “I forgot to tell you, I can also control the respiratory volume allowed, which allows us to prevent hyperventilation. I can control everything manually from my console or just set the unit on an automatic random sequence. I selected the optional rectal core temperature sending unit for you, so the computer can monitor your body temp as the therapy proceeds. The demonstration we just went through went from 86 to 48 degrees and the volume, pressure, suction and pulse were at 40 percent. This system is FDA approved, so it’s safe. While you may (giggle) experience some discomfort (giggle), nothing bad will happen to you. Remember to try and not panic or struggle, it will only make things worse.” Leasa paused for a time and then slowly continued, “Michael, once I start your treatment cycle, you won’t be able to communicate with me. I’m going to tell you something. I tried this one time, and I became extremely claustrophobic, and could barely stand to be immersed–so I will understand if this is too much for you. I think you probably have the idea now, so if you think you’re ready to demonstrate appropriate behavior without going any further, just keep breathing normally for the next ten seconds. Otherwise hold your breath for a ten count to let me know when you’re ready to begin–but, remember, this will be the last time I talk to you until we’re done.”

Leasa listened to Michael’s deep rhythmic breathing for several seconds and satisfied that she had made her point, prepared to press the hoist control when suddenly his breathing stopped. She was at first scared something had happened, but then counted to herself, one, two, …, ten. Then Michael took a deep breath and continued to breath normally. Leasa carefully spoke through the microphone, “O.K. Michael, have it your own way. I’ll see you in about an hour.” She climbed out of the tank, turned off the microphone and dried herself.

Then she switched the console’s controls to sequence randomly, dialed the panel’s various controls for temperature, rate and pressure up to maximum variance, set the timer to three hours and touched the start control.

Leasa draped a large fluffy towel over a poolside type lounge chair and positioned herself to watch Michael and the instrument array. She thought to herself that she wouldn’t be able to stand to watch Michael endure the hydro suit torture she had started for very long and promised herself, “I’ll wait just until he’s struggling real good and to the breaking point and turn it off.” The nurse understood the truly intimidating nature of this discipline method, without herself even ever having endured a full session in the tank. She had regularly demonstrated and experimented on herself and with other nurses with every device in the hospital, except the hydro suit. She had thought little enough of the hospital’s recent purchase of the equipment when she viewed the training videos showing an unresisting “patient” apparently calmed by a brief submersion in the suit. But she clearly remembered the taste of the unnatural, but absolute panic that gripped her even more tightly than the rubber restraint suit had.

She recalled in vivid detail her training experience as “patient” in the company demo room. She had had a feeling of great ambivalence when the pretty blonde sale rep, Lynn, had insisted she completely strip before enthusiastically fitting her into the suit. But when Lynn had tucked the hood over her face and head and slowly worked the zipper closed, then… She closed her eyes and felt her body shiver as she recalled the overwhelming claustrophobia and feeling of total isolation she had experienced. Her frantic muffled pleas through the rubber breathing aid that had filled her mouth went unheard, but her hyperventilation had signaled the sales rep to remove her from the tank before she could be completely immersed. Since the hydro suit equipment had arrived at the hospital, Leasa had still not worked up the nerve to allow herself to put back in the suit for the on-site staff training that Lynn continued to try and schedule with her. The rubber sheathed figure entwined in the tank was the first subject she had personally put through this treatment. She felt somewhat justified as she rationalized that Michael’s session would be for her personal training as well as some fun.

She watched him for several minutes, spread taut in the rubber suit below the surface of the gently rippling water and listened as the pumps on the machine commenced to hum and whine. She observed in amazement as his rubber bound body suddenly tensed and convulsed as the temp gauge dipped to 40 degrees and listened carefully as the patient strained to suck in more oxygen. The respiration meter ticked up to 55 percent flow resistance. The patient began thrashing in the padded rubber suit and panting through the nasal tube like a race horse as Leasa watched transfixed by the scene. Then slowly the rubber suited figure relented to the taut straps confining it, only twitching now and again as the cold continued to subdue it. Leasa checked the temp gauge at 36 degrees and the respiration resistance backed off to 35 percent. A minute or so later, Leasa checked the timer as the temp gauge returned to the ambient 70 degrees and its breathing leveled out. Twenty-five minutes so far. She turned on the white noise generator to the ear phones to medium and settled back to watch a little longer.

Michael floated in a womb like state for what seemed eternity after he heard the ear phones crackle off. He had no way of telling time. Had it been 10 minutes or half an hour? Suddenly he felt the hint of cold water and the suit went rigid. The numbing cold water soaked through his flesh body as he tugged frantically with his arms and legs. His air was getting faint. He couldn’t endure this. He tried to scream at the top of his lungs, however, the rubber gag filling his mouth and the tight hood allowed no sound to escape. He was wasting precious time and effort, when he desperately needed oxygen, yet he tried to scream again and again, but even the slightest movement of his jaw was denied. Michael’s mind turned to a white haze as the temperature of the freezing water crept down even further.

His last sensation was the realization that his body had involuntarily stopped the futile struggles of the last few minutes and he gave up the fight to breath, and his brain grew dim.

Then light slowly returned to Michael’s brain and he realized his lungs were filling with air. He was still alive and still breathing. He felt his muscles pulling themselves apart from the cold induced muscle cramps as the water slowly warmed about him. He had to move and stretch his limbs to get some relief, but couldn’t move even an eyelid or fingertip in oppressive rubber suit.

Then to his annoyance a very loud, inescapable static filled his ears, surrounding him and continued unceasingly. The hydro suit control program continued blindly on. Michael felt the warm pulsing sensation grow stronger at all points where the hose fittings entered the suit. Then the vibrations became a strong steady humming pulse centered only over his nipples, cock and blasting away at the anal plug in his ass. Michael grew steadily aroused, thinking that perhaps the hydro suit’s stimulation might at least cheat Leasa out of the denial she lorded over him, as he felt his cock strain in the thong brief. But far too far from the edge of climax, the respiration limiter once again kicked in suffocating him again. Then the pulsing stopped and he felt the rubber suit compress tightly about him crushing him with incredible force, painfully flattening his staining cock and balls between his legs and guiding the anal intruder inward ever deeper. Finally the suit finally released its titanic grasp and he was floating in space again. Michael’s mind cleared somewhat and he anticipated his imminent release from the suit. Surely he had been in this abomination for more than the hour that Leasa had promised. Above the helpless rubber bound figure, the time on the hydro suit control monitor slowly clicked to 35 minutes.

Leasa watched in continued titillation as the hydro suit commenced its next cycle upon its hapless victim, and the several cycles after that. The internal computer always varied the time, order and severity of the suit’s therapy options, so the subject had no way of anticipating what was next. Leasa felt her stiff nipples in her stretchy spandex suit and slowly began rolling them around between her thumbs and fingers and dropped her hand to her sopping wet pussy as she watched the figure in the tank go through its varied struggles, convulsed twitching and shudders. She found the slim vibrator in the gym bag beside her lounge and worked the buzzing wand over her spandex covered nipples and swollen clit. She carefully timed her own orgasms with the reactions of the tortured figure undulating beneath the water. Waves of pleasure hit her as her breathing rose to match the strained tempo of the rubber suited form in the water, as she watched its convulsions in fascination and writhed in her own happy pleasures.

Upstairs in the first level nurses station a mysterious figure sat in the dark illuminated only by the soft glow of the video monitor, watching the activity in the hydro suite with curiosity. The silent watcher let out a low whistle as her attention was drawn from the rubber suited patients gyrations to those of the pretty blonde nurse masturbating in erotic abandon. When the action finally stopped, the mystery watcher quickly re-fitted some connections behind the monitor array and silently slipped away down the darkened corridor to the exit.

Leasa lay in an orgasmic daze momentarily oblivious to the fact that the timer was buzzing and the pumps had stopped. Leasa suddenly snapped out of her trance and thought of the rubber suited figure floating motionless in tank as her patient for the first time in hours. Michael was back, she thought, feeling guilty and ashamed at enjoying her sadistic pleasure. It was no longer the artificial rubber form whose unrelenting torments had so stimulated her the last few hours. She slowly pondered her behavior, wondering if Michael would forgive her and if she wasn’t somehow seriously warped, but yet she felt more alive and energetic now than ever previously in her life.

Michael was still breathing slowly and regularly through the breathing tube. She turned off the white noise and adjusted the water to 78 degrees and set the volume and all connector nozzles to pulse at 30 percent to give Michael a gentle steady Jacuzzi treatment to settle down. Michael totally exhausted from his experiences drifted gently into sweet sleep state as the warm water pulsed around him. About thirty minutes later Leasa worked the hoist and lifted the frame holding the rubber suited figure from the tank and locked it to the table frame. Water poured from the hose connections as she rotated Michael’s quiet form face up she detached all the hoses from the suit and then restrung the canvas support canopy below him. Leasa unfastened the strap holding Michael’s hood head taut to the frame and turned on the ear phone speakers. “Michael, this is Leasa, I’m going to open your hood for a minute.” Leasa unzipped the hood to the neck and peeled it away from Michael’s face. She removed the earplugs and eye pads, but left the nasal breathing aid and gag plug in place. She softly whispered with a wicked grin, “Michael, that went pretty quick, so I think I’ll let you have a second hour or so in the tank, O.K.?”

She began to pull the hood back up over his face when the tears began to stream down Michael’s face. His eyes pleaded with her over his gag and nosepiece, which she removed to avoid choking him, as he continued his soft, uncontrollable sobbing.

“O.K. Michael, its O.K., we won’t do anymore right now.” She gently kissed his forehead and licked one of his tears from his cheek. “I think we’ve accomplished what we came down her for now.” Michael’s body was limp as she released all the suit’s bindings and peeled it from his body, and then slipped off the thong strap brief. Leasa helped him to a towel covered table and dried him with a fluffy towel.

Looking at her watch, she suddenly exclaimed, “Oh, shit! Monica will be here any minute.” She quickly slipped on her scrub uniform, pulled on Michael’s pants and loosely strapped him into the Straitjacket and propped him in the wheelchair. “Damn, I don’t have time to clean up–I’ll have to come back later,” she said locking the door behind her as she wheeled Michael back and again secured him in the padded cell.

After Leasa returned Michael to his padded cell, she adjusted his Straitjacket to average tightness and kissed him gently on the lips. “You cried for me. I told you that you would. For that you’ll get a little reward, I promise. But right now, I’ve got to go and be ready when Monica arrives”, she said as she inserted a squeeze bottle straw in his mouth and helped him gulp several mouthfuls of a sweet sticky liquid before laying him down gently. She told him that the liquid would help him rest and recover from his “therapy” as she exited the padded cell. Michael was still in a stupor nowhere near recovered from the rigors endured during the last several hours in the hydro suite. He was too exhausted and his body ached too much from his struggles and the cold induced muscle cramps to think and he just drifted off to sleep.

Michael awoke from his deep slumber to the dim lights of the padded cell, his body still sore from the abuse he had suffered. But for the Straitjacket holding him firmly, he would have sworn he’d just awoken from a dream, or maybe a nightmare. He slowly sat up in the middle of the foam lined room and ran the events of the recent days through his mind. Was he who he thought he was. Did he really know the nurse responsible for his treatment, or was his romance just the deluded fantasy of an truly mentally ill patient.

Suddenly the lights snapped on and an unfamiliar female voice firmly addressed him. “You’ll need to turn away from the door and sit or kneel for me”, the voice commanded. Michael pivoted around and heard the door open behind him. He heard the foam floor squish as the unseen figure approached, then he felt hands tightening all his restraint straps and then the voice directed him, “Alright, now lie face down for me. Michael complied and felt the padded ankle restraint cuff hobbles being placed on his ankles. “O.K., now you can get up”, directed the voice, and he felt strong hands helping him to his knees and then slowly to his feet. The nurse held him firmly by the strap connecting the sleeves at the rear of his Straitjacket and walked him to the door of the seclusion room. As he stepped from the soft foam floor matting to the cold tile hallway a second pair of hands firmly gripped his left arm. Michael looked to see it was the young nurse Susan, who spoke a soft, “Hello, Michael”. The other nurse transferred her grip to his right arm and as they slowly walked down the hallway. Michael could observe the new nurse was a rather tall and strikingly voluptuous brunette beauty with a curly permed hairdo spilling down to her shoulders. She appeared to be in her early 30’s and was dressed in a navy blue uniform, which showed her outstanding figure very nicely. As they continued down the hall Susan introduced the new nurse, “Michael this is Nurse Monica.” Michael remained silent. “I think he’s kind of shy,” continued Susan with a giggle to Monica. Monica merely replied, “He must have great insurance to get a private room here on a holiday weekend, instead of Ward 10 at Barnsley Hall hospital.” “In here,” she directed Michael as they came to a small room with a heavy steel door. In the small windowless concrete 8 x 10 room Michael could see that the only furnishings were a single unit stainless steel sink/toilet combination in one corner and in the center of the room a narrow bed with a heavy steel frame and legs bolted securely into the floor. The cot was covered with a crisp white bottom sheet, and on the bed were two pair of brown leather restraint cuffs attached to heavy cotton web straps encircling the bed. Another heavy webbing strap encircled the middle of the bed, anchoring a foam padded restraint belt about four inches wide, which had overlapping Velcro closures. “Face down on the bed”, directed Nurse Monica in a businesslike tone. Michael leaned over and placed his face and chest on the thin foam mattress as Susan helped lift his hobbled legs on to the bed. Monica fitted the foam padded restraint belt tightly around his abdomen sealing the Velcro closures together. Then Monica released all the strap buckles on his Straitjacket and Susan switched his ankles from the leather hobbles into the brown leather cuffs attached to the bed. As the two nurses retreated to the door, Susan explained to him, “After you work your arms out of the jacket, you can release yourself from the belt and undo your ankles. Then I want you to hand the Straitjacket to me through the slot in the door here. After that we will hand you a tray and you can feed yourself breakfast.” It took Michael several minutes to work his sore stiff arms free from the jacket sleeves, and then he was able to reach behind his back and with considerable effort pull apart the Velcro closures on the restraint belt. He then rose to his knees and released his ankle cuffs. Once free of the restraints, he stretched for several long minutes. It was the first time in days that he had been free from some form of restraint.

Monica’s voice interrupted him, “Michael, we’re waiting. Place the jacket through the door please.” Michael rolled up the Straitjacket and handed it through the slot in the door. A few seconds later a small plastic tray was placed in the slot. Michael took the tray and set it on the bed while he continued to stretch. “We’ll check back on you in a while. Now don’t let your breakfast get cold”, called Monica through the slot.

After finishing another long stretch, Michael seated himself on the low bed and picked up the tray. It contained a good sized bowl of a thin whitish oatmeal like substance, a plastic spoon and a small squeeze bottle of clear liquid. Michael tasted the goo in the dish. Cold and tasteless. “Don’t let it get cold. Sure bitch. This I can do without”, he thought. He found the bottle contained more of the sticky sweet liquid that Leasa had given him the evening before. He was thirsty and proceeded to consume a little more than half of the liquid which just made him thirstier, and then went to the sink to get some water. The push button on the sink refused to emit any water.

A half hour later Michael was still pacing the room when Susan came to the door. “Michael, did you finish your breakfast,” she asked through the door slot. Michael silently retrieved the tray from the end of the bed and placed it in the slot. “No appetite,” came Susan’s voice. “Well, I’ll leave it here for awhile. You might be hungrier later.” “Its cold, and what I really need is some water. The sink isn’t working either.”, replied Michael. “We’ll get some water for you in a little bit. I’m sorry about the food. We have to serve everything at room temperature and use a thin texture to prevent any possibility of the patient choking. But, I’ll tell Nurse Leasa about your complaints”, she added with a little smile that Michael felt was disturbingly knowing.

A few hours later Michael heard footsteps outside the door. But even with his ear to the door he could barely make out the conversation going on outside. “When was he placed in the observation room? (Leasa). “At nine o’clock this morning. Monica just said we should transfer him to the observation room and get him out of the jacket before she left. We brought him a breakfast tray, but he hasn’t eaten yet.” (Susan). O.K., well, let’s get him fastened down before you leave, and I’ll discuss it with him.” (Leasa).

The panel covering the slot on the door opened, and Michael heard Susan, “Michael, we need to you to cooperate with us a little now for everyone’s safety. I want you to lie down on your bed and put your ankles in the cuffs. O.K., now lie back and wrap the belt snug around your middle. That’s good, now just place your right wrist in the cuff and close it, and fold your left arm under the middle of your back.”

Now they had him tying himself up, Michael thought, “I must be crazy,” as he worked the brown leather cuffs tightly closed around his ankles and then firmly sealed the padded restraint belt around his stomach. Finally with some difficulty he locked the restraint cuff around his right wrist and slid his left arm under the small of his back. As he laid there he heard the heavy click of the lock and the door opened.

Susan cautiously approached, checked the adjustment of his right wrist cuff, circled the head of the cot, and took his left wrist in her soft hands and secured it in the remaining restraint cuff.

“Very good Michael. As long as you continue to co-operate, we’ll only have you wear these for security when we need to come in to check on you.”, Susan explained. She then took his blood pressure and temperature, while Leasa remained lounging in the doorway. When she finished Leasa asked, “Oh could you bring me a bottle of water before you go?” Susan returned quickly with a squeeze bottle of water and handed it to Leasa. “Thanks,” Leasa said appreciatively. “Sure you don’t need me anymore?”, asked Susan. “Yes, we’ll get along famously, I’m sure.”, replied Leasa. “O.K., well Monica will be back around 3:00 o’clock.

Leasa remained for a few minutes and then left the room. A minute later she returned and sat on the edge of the cot. “Just wanted to make sure that we were all alone.”, Leasa explained. Leasa was dressed plainly today in a knee length white skirt, a white blouse and white lab coat, which she removed and laid at the foot of the bed. Her pretty blonde hair was pulled up in a tight bun.

“Now, Patient, I want to talk to you a little.”, Leasa continued. “I hope you enjoyed your brief vacation from your Straitjacket. And I trust you haven’t been doing anything naughty without permission, now have you?”, she asked tapping his now erect penis. “No, Nurse Leasa.”, Michael replied. “Good. Now I understand that you have some complaints and wouldn’t eat your breakfast.” “Yeah, uh, Yes, Nurse Leasa”, Michael said. “That gruel she brought was cold. The stuff in the bottle just made me thirsty and I couldn’t get any water from the sink.”

“Well, you need to eat if you’re going to keep up your strength Michael”, Leasa stated flatly. “I thought that we had made some real progress after your hydrotherapy session. But I guess we’ll have to keep working on it won’t we.” She then left the room for a few minutes and returned with a rolling tray, the top of which was above Michaels’s line of vision. She retrieved the breakfast tray from the shelf and placed it on the cart, saying, “Sure you don’t want to try some more?” “Yes, Nurse Leasa.”, came the reply.

With that the nurse took two rectangular foam blocks from the tray and a long two inch wide nylon strap from the cart and strapped Michael’s forehead tightly against the thin foam covered cot, with the two foam blocks alongside his head to limit any sideways movement. She then picked up his bowl and offered him a spoonful of the disgusting cold goo. Michael refused to open his mouth until she held his nose and forced him to take it. Michael knew better than to spit it out and glumly swallowed. “I’m going to insist that you take your nourishment Michael, but I can see this won’t work.” Then with a smug grin, she went to the cart and returned with a fat rubber plug gag which she forced into his mouth and secured with a strap. The gag was similar to the one used with the hydro suit, except it had a small hole through its middle. Leasa inserted a short length of rubber tubing through the hole forcing it back over Michael’s tongue until he began to gag, pulled it back slightly and then left it there. Michael watched as the nurse returned to the cart and mixed a little water in with the oatmeal in the bowl and then loaded the contents into the largest syringe he’d ever seen. Slightly bigger than a large turkey baster.

Leasa smiled at him, “This will make it much faster.” She then inserted the syringe tip in the rubber tubing and began to force the glop through the gag filling the back of his throat. Michael had no choice but to begin swallowing the cold nasty stuff down. He choked a few times, but the nurse continued the flow of goo down his throat. Finally as Michael felt his stomach begin to feel uncomfortably swollen she finished administering his breakfast. She then reloaded the syringe with the remaining half of the sweet liquid drink and forced it down him as well. Leasa then took the syringe to the sink and used most of the bottle of water to rinse it before placing water in the syringe. When she returned to his bedside, Michael could see only a few CCs of water remained in the syringe. “Sorry this is all the water I could spare you right now she said as she squirted small stream of water down his throat. Just enough to really heighten Michael’s thirst.

The nurse put away the feeding equipment, except the gag which she left in place and then unfastened the restraint belt around Michael’s middle. She pulled down his pants, revealing his protruding penis and then gently toyed with his nipples for several minutes and gave his aching cock a few hesitating strokes, smiling as the his aching prick and balls became fully swollen and purple. She looked him in the face and gently said, “You have a tremendous amount of congestion down there. I’ll bet its uncomfortable.” She then removed her panties, raised her skirt and removing his gag, straddled his face with her wet sex. Michael tongued her pussy slowly, teasingly at first, thinking that he might be able to encourage her to move down to his poor deprived prick for relief. She held securely to the strap tightly confining his head and continued to grind her cunt against Michael’s mouth. “Faster, faster, Michael,” she moaned, as she pulled open her blouse and began to tweak her own stiff nipples through her lacy white bra. “Oh GOD, SUCK IT, SUCK MY CLIT! DAMN YOU, MAKE ME COME!”, she yelled at him as he continued his slow probing of her sopping wet pussy. After she had freed her breasts from her bra, she realized what Michael was trying to do. She lifted off of his face and turned around facing his legs and sat firmly on his face forcing her anus into Michael’s mouth. She grabbed his swollen balls and twisted them sternly, “NOW, get down to business”, she ordered.

Michael quickly thrust his tongue into her ass, eager to please and get relief from the ball twist she had on him. As he continued to dart his tongue in and around her sphincter, she released her grasp on him and began to furiously finger her clit. A few minutes after her tremendous climax she arose from the bed and rearranged her clothes.

She replaced Michael’s gag and his heart sank when she pulled on her panties.

“Michael, your behavior has just earned you another session in the hydro suite. A long one.”, she said sternly. “But that can wait. We need to relieve the congestion you have worked up down here,” lightly flicking his ever present erection. Michael sighed in relief that she would finally let him come. She then picked up an external male catheter sleeve of heavy latex rubber shaped like a condom, except the tip continued into an small diameter inch long open tube. She squirted some white gel inside the catheter and worked it around coating the interior before sliding the latex sleeve over Michael’s engorged member. “It takes a few minutes for the anesthetic to work”, she smiled. “I said I’d relieve the pressure down here, not that you’d get to enjoy it.”

While Michael’s prick began to grow numb she lubricated his ass with a greasy gel on her fingers and then inserted a fat silver colored probe into his rectum. Michael groaned loudly and struggled against the restraints arching his back. The nurse silently forced his body down and tightly secured the padded restraint belt around his middle. Straining his head against its restraint, he could see her attaching wires to the thing between his legs, and renewed his futile struggles, but the restraints held him firmly. She connected the wires to a small black box and began to dial its controls. Michael could feel a slow biting electrical shock creep up his rectum to his prostate. Leasa put down the control box and inserted the end of the large syringe in the catheter tube. She squeezed his cock and although Michael could feel the pressure of her hand, he couldn’t feel any other sensation, but realized that his cock was growing limp. The nurse continued to turn the dial on the black box and the sting of the current turned into a vibration deep inside his pelvis. Then suddenly he felt his scrotum began to contract and watched as Leasa slowly pulled back the plunger and began to draw milky white semen from his cock. She continued to milk him dry, and although his pelvic muscles continued to spasmodically contract as he bucked in the restraints, the only sensation he was able to feel was a aching throb in his groin.

Michael felt tired and his pelvic muscles were still twitching when she finished, removing the syringe tip from the catheter tip to examine its contents. “Hmm, almost 30 cc’s”, she commented, and then to Michael’s horror, she inserted the syringe into his gag and injected his still warm cum into his unwilling mouth. Michael felt humiliated as the salty bitter tasting semen filled the back of his throat, but finally swallowed it. “Don’t worry Michael, you’ll get used to the taste after awhile,” Leasa said with a giggle.

She then removed the electric dildo probe and catheter sleeve and cleaned him up. Leasa rearranged his pants and removed his gag, but left him in the restraints holding him firmly to the cot as she left the room and closed the heavy door with a thud.

Michael lay there feeling sapped of energy, his cock now limp and drained. He knew that struggling against the restraints was useless–escape was hopeless. She had once again used him for her selfish pleasure and then stolen his manhood, leaving him to ponder his helpless humiliated condition. Michael pondered Leasa’s threat about another session in the hydro suit over and over in his mind and eventually dozed off.

He didn’t know how long he had been asleep or when the blind fold had been placed over his eyes when he felt the warm lotion being spread over his limp penis. Then the soft hand began working up and down the length of his shaft bringing it fully erect. Michael felt his sexual energy restored and was lightly straining against his restraints when the stroking stopped, he felt his pants once again pulled up and to his dismay he heard footsteps retreating down the hallway.

Several minutes later he heard footsteps again approaching and could feel the presence of someone in the room with him. Finally the blindfold was removed and Michael looked up to discover Nurse Monica standing over him.

If Monica saw the look of surprise on Michael’s face he wasn’t able to detect it, as she calmly folded the blindfold into her front pocket. Her look was totally indifferent as she silently sat on the edge of the cot and took Michael’s blood pressure and listened to his heart. She looked at the bulge in his pants of his still erect penis and calmly said, “And what have we here?”, as she pulled back his pants and Michael’s penis sprang fully erect to greet her. She gently grasped his organ and squeezed gently, saying, “You poor thing. All excited and you can’t do anything about it, can you?” Michael closed his eyes and remained silent, as he felt warm blood fill his face in embarrassment. “Would you like Nursie to do something about this?”, she teasingly asked, squeezing again. Michael with his eyes still closed shamelessly nodded affirmative. Michael forced his eyes open as he felt Monica tightly wrap the blood pressure cuff around his stiff cock several times to see a evil smile appear on her face. “This usually gets rid of the problem. You know it’s too bad you’re a nut case, you’re really cute enough to get my interest, but we have to be professional, you know”, she stated as she slowly pumped the bulb. Tighter and tighter the cuff on his dick grew painfully forcing the blood from his erection, as Monica continued to squeeze the bulb. Finally, Michael’s erection sagged as a dull pain filled his testicles. She left the cuff on fully inflated for about five minutes while Michael drew his breath in short deep gasps. Finally she released the pressure valve on the bulb causing Michael to grunt and twist in the restraints as waves of pain racked his groin. With the pressure released, Monica was able to easily slid the cuff from his limp penis. “Now, I hope I don’t find you like that again”, she said sternly as she flicked his the tip of his aching member with her fingertip. “I can see Nurse Leasa knew what she was doing when she kept you in restraint for the afternoon”, she told him as she rearranged his pants and strode from the room.

Some hours later, Michael tensed slightly in his restraints as he heard the door open and Monica approached him. Her expression gave no advance warning as she surprised Michael by suddenly grabbing his genitals and giving them a hard squeeze and rough twist. “Just checking”, she calmly stated, as Michael writhed in discomfort. She continued in a rather satisfied tone, “Nurse Leasa’s going to be out for several hours, so I think I like you just the way you are so you don’t cause me any problems.” At that point Leasa’s familiar voice preceded her into the room, “Monica, I’ll be back in a few hours to switch off with you.” As Leasa entered the room, she observed Michael still strapped to the cot, and added, “I guess we should just plan on keeping the patient in the cuffs with periodic checks for the evening.” Michael was surprised to see her exquisitely made up and dressed in a short tight slinky black stretch turtleneck sweater dress, wearing four inch high heels and shimmering stockings. Monica glancing an innocent smile at Michael, responded sweetly, “Oh, I don’t think he needs to be kept down any more. I was just getting ready to let him release himself. You just go on and enjoy your evening.” “I don’t know if I’m comfortable with him up without any control while I’m gone”, responded Leasa. “Wait just a minute, I’ve got an idea”, Leasa then stated, leaving the room. Michael could hear the echo of her high heels clicking down the corridor and grow faint. A minute or so later the clicking signaled her return. When she entered the room again Michael noticed under her arm she had a clear plastic package containing a white fabric bundle. “When Susan gets here, you can try out one of these new camisoles and put him in the seclusion room. The last night we tried in four point he didn’t seem to get much rest. He’ll probably be more comfortable that way.” “O.K.”, Monica agreed taking the package, “Now get out of here and don’t drive too many men crazy. You really look good.”, she laughed. Leasa turned to leave and said, “Michael, I’ll be back to check on you tonight.” Then she left, her high heels sounding down the hall.

“Well, so now we’ve got to move you this evening, and see that you’re comfy,” complained Monica. She tore open the package and extracted the “camisole”, which appeared to be a Straitjacket, except this restraint was made of shiny heavy girdle weight lycra spandex. It closed with lacing down the back, and had a piece of nylon webbing forming a loop on the chest to pass the arms through. It ended with crotch strap arrangement that could be adjusted in a Y like configuration to pass through the crotch around each side of the scrotum and continue up between the buttocks to fasten in the rear. Monica laid the restraint jacket aside, and sat on the edge of the bed looking at Michael. “We’ll try on your new jacket later”, she said with a little grin. Then she continued in a conversational tone, “It looked like Leasa had a hot time planned tonight. I saw the way you were looking at her. You’d really like to fuck her wouldn’t you? I can tell.”, as she fondled his penis which had become erect. “Well, you’ll find that any sex around here is strictly controlled by the nursing staff. But I do have a little game for horny boys we can play to pass the time. It’s called ‘Nurse says’, sorta like ‘Simon says’.”

She pulled down his pants to reveal his stiffened shaft and released his left wrist from the restraint cuff and said, “Now, Nurse says show me how you masturbate.” Michael laid there silently refusing the command. Monica extracted a stun prod from her pocket “popping” it once to show the blue electric arc and pushed it firmly against Michael’s scrotum. “Nurse says wank off for me, you pathetic little prick, or you’ll get more stimulation than you’ll ever want”, she threatened with an evil leer. Michael lost no time in grasping his penis and began enthusiastically tugging. “Nurse says open your eyes and look at me, and don’t stop.”, she ordered. Michael opened his eyes to observe Monica unbutton her blouse revealing a very sheer bra showing her large erect nipples. She began to massage her breasts and play with the engorged tips. Michael had forgotten the absurdity of his present situation as he watched the lewd display and worked himself to the brink of climax. “Nurse says STOP!”, the order was shouted as she seized his arm and returned his wrist to the confines of the restraint cuff. She then grabbed his balls and pulled them downward, eliciting and painful howl from Michael. The nurses expert hands then tied a length of rubber tubing around Michael’s aching nuts which was then tied off to the waist belt strap securing him to the cot, causing a continuous constriction and downward tug of his delicate scrotum.

Beads of sweat popped out on Michael’ forehead as the nurse leaned forward and forced a large foam sponge into his mouth which she secured with adhesive tape to silence his moans of pain. She then took a length of somewhat heavier surgical tubing, doubled it over to form a short whip and began lightly swatting Michael’s captive testicles and engorged prick. “I warned you about letting me find you again with an erection,” she said loudly as she slowly but steadily increased the force with which she slapped at his sensitive balls with the rubber quirt. Each swing of the tubing shot a red hot bolt of agony through Michael’s body as he bucked furiously in his restraints. Finally the sadistic nurse relented and the sharp jolts of pain stopped and she calmly walked from the room, allowing Michael to lay there panting through the gag, soaked in sweat, his nuts aching. Several minutes later, Monica returned and release the rubber tubing from his balls and ripped the tape from his mouth removing the saliva soaked sponge. “I hope I’ve made my point with you now”, she said as she pulled up his pants to cover his limp punished genitals. Monica then released the strap holding Michael’s head to the cot and removed the foam positioning blocks. The Nurse then left the room slamming and locking the heavy steel door, leaving Michael alone with no escape from the painful throbbing slowly ebbing from his balls.

The next time the door opened, Susan appeared in the doorway cheerfully greeting him, “Good evening, Michael. We’re going to get you up and moved to another room. I know you’re probably tired of just lying in here like this.” Picking up the camisole Straitjacket and examining it, she continued, “These are brand new. I think it’ll will be a lot more,–er, well lighter, and as comfortable as something like this can be for a patient.” As Susan moved to release his cot restraints, Monica entered the doorway, leaning leisurely against the frame slowly fondling a stun prod in her right hand, as coolly as an old west gunfighter stroking his six gun. Monica released his wrists from the cuffs, loosened the waist belt restraint and helped him sit up. Then she brought the camisole over and helped him slip into its slick, shiny confines. With the back lacing loosely tied it slid over his head and around him like a sweat shirt.

Michael found the new restraint to be much lighter than the canvas version, however, it became equally restrictive as it was laced tightly about him and the stretchy sleeves were passed through the chest loop and secured behind him. He could gain a little movement through his arms with much effort, but the stretchy spandex always returned his arms to their original position. He also noticed that this Straitjacket had access zippers positioned diagonally across each side of the chest over his nipples, as Susan worked one of the zippers open and closed, “These sure are handy, to be able attach monitors and electrodes without having to remove the restraint.” “Uh, huh”, nodded Monica, who then came over and helped Michael to his feet after Susan removed the ankle cuffs.

With that they returned Michael to the padded cell and provided him with a small foam pillow and a light blanket. As the door to the seclusion room was locked shut, Michael was left alone and tried to sleep, but was unable. An hour or so later, Monica’s voice came over the speaker, “Get in position so I can come in.” Michael worked his way up to his knees and crawled to the middle of the room and waited.

Monica entered the room and checked the adjustment of his restraint camisole cinching all the straps a little tighter. “I don’t know about these”, she said, “seems like there is too much give to them to be effective.” Then she provided him with a squeeze bottle of water to drink from and offered him a large white pill. “This will help you sleep, so I don’t have to check on you constantly.” She held it up to his lips but Michael refused to take it. “O.K., don’t want to take it, huh?” She put the pill back in her pocket and then withdrew a large hypodermic syringe. Michael cringed as she forced him on his stomach and pulled back his pant waist and stuck the needle in his hip. Michael panicked by what was happening, but remained silent.

After withdrawing the needle, Monica roughly massaged the injection site, pulled his waist band back up and left the room. Several minutes later, as Michael laid there worrying about what he’d been drugged with, Monica’s voice returned over the speaker, “In case you’re curious, the shot was only sterile water. You’ll be getting a mandatory medication prescription soon, and I thought you should learn about your options before we start the real thing. Have a nice evening.”

As Michael had eventually expected, some hours later the door to the padded cell swung open to admit Leasa, still dressed in her provocative evening street attire. She was carrying her gym bag which she placed her heels inside, as she padded across the foam floor towards him. Michael sat up and Leasa knelt beside him. She kissed him on the lips and asked, “Michael, do you feel sufficiently recovered to enjoy your reward?” He nodded and volunteered, “Look, I can’t take anymore of this. I’ll beg–I am begging you, please Leasa, if that’s what it takes to get me out of this thing.” He sighed in relief when she turned him around and released the crotch strap of his Straitjacket and slipped off his pants. She said, “I was hoping I would find you a little more appreciative the lighter restraint I ordered for you, Michael”. She then stood and slipped off her dress to reveal a matching bra, thong panty and suspender belt set holding her sheer stockings, all of shiny black lycra. She questioned him as she unrolled her panties, “Tell me what you want to do when I release you.” Michael believing she had dropped her “stern bondage nurse” character, eagerly responded, “I’m going to fuck your brains out like you won’t believe baby.”

With that Leasa approached just close enough for him to tongue her curly blonde sex. Michael made some tentative licking attempts and said, “Come on Leasa, hurry up and let me loose!” Leasa suddenly grabbed his face and buried it deeply in her crotch, holding him there for several seconds. Then she pushed him roughly face down on the mat and sat across his back. Taking her panties she rolled them into a ball and thrust them into Michael’s mouth and secured them with a length of rubber bandage. She stood up keeping Michael pinned with one foot in the small of his back. She quickly grabbed her gym bag, and extracted a seven inch long strap on dildo which she fastened about her waist. She then pulled out a pair of padded leather cuffs and wrapped them around Michael’s ankles as he struggled to crawl away. She dragged him back across the foam floor and fastened the connector straps from the ankle cuffs to fabric loops sewn on the floor matting about four feet apart, stretching his legs wide. She then pulled him to his knees and secured the loose crotch strap hanging from the front of the stretchy Straitjacket to another loop on the floor midway between the other two loops. She then strutted around Michael, the dildo swaying lewdly from her hips, and said, “I think you’re still too aggressive to be released. You’re begging is not sincere enough yet, so I think some reverse psychology is in order and I’ll be happy to administer it.”

The chest access zips on the jacket were opened and he winced as small suction cups were squeezed onto each of his tender nipples. She then knelt behind him and placed the lubricated tip of the dildo at the opening of his anus. “I’m listening”, she said as she eased the tip of the dildo past his sphincter and slowly plunged the thick rubber cock into his rectum. Michael pulled hard against his restraints, but she had him so arranged where he could not pull away. She leaned forward forcing his head down and hips high, mashing his face in the spongy foam floor. Michael moaned loudly into his panty gag and began begging muffled pleas in earnest as she began to work the thick rubber cock into his ass. “Pleeath! Pleeath! Leeatha, I beggth yoouth! Pleeeath, Leeatha!”, he cried through the spandex gag. The clit stimulator attached to the inside of the harness had Leasa hot now, and she continued her assault, thrusting deeply into Michael’s backside until she reached a long powerful climax and rested against him shuddering. Finally she slipped free of the harness straps leaving the thick dildo impaled in his rectum. She reached in her bag and removed a thick latex condom and stretched it over his throbbing member. “We don’t want you to make a mess of your padded cell, now do we?” Then she began pulling at the straps of the dildo still in his ass like little reins and slowly pulling and squeezing his penis as if milking a cow. After a few short strokes, Michael exploded with a load moan, in a mind searing white hot orgasm of his own, filling the condom to near overflowing.

Leasa removed dildo and nipple suction cups and closed the zips on the Straitjacket. She then carefully removed the full condom and cleaned his penis with a cool alcohol wipe. Leasa then released the crotch strap from the floor loop and the ankle cuffs allowing him to sprawl forward on the cushioned floor. Finally she removed her sodden panties from the dazed Michael’s mouth and replaced his scrub pants and re-secured the crotch strap on the Straitjacket. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “Well, was it worth all I put you through–did it live up to your fantasies.” He nodded his tired head affirmatively. “Good”, she continued as she kissed him. “All the other patients and staff have gone now, so we can go home too if you want. But I’m going to leave you here for a little bit to savor while I clean up. When I get back we can discuss our future relationship.”

With that she gathered her things in her arms and left Michael alone in the padded cell. She didn’t return right away and Michael lapsed off into deep sleep despite his bindings.

Michael was surprised to awaken and still find himself alone and bound in the cell. Then to his considerable relief the door finally opened, but to his amazement, pretty young Susan entered the cell.

She spoke to him, “Good morning Michael. Nurse Leasa got tied up last night after Nurse Monica left, so I volunteered to come take care of you.” She assisted him from the confines of the foam cell and lap belted him into a wheel chair and gently wheeled him down to the nurses’ station and sat across from him. She then looked at him with a serious face and asked sternly, “So Michael, would you like to tell me what’s been going on these last few days?” Michael shrugged his shoulders and said nothing. “Michael, in looking at your chart, I see that your 72 hour court ordered evaluation was changed to voluntary admission. You know we can keep you here for three more days, even if you tell me you want to leave right now, so you might want to consider answering my questions.” Still no response from Michael. She continued, “Michael, we scheduled some hydrotherapy for this morning. Leasa is downstairs right now.” Michael’s mind began to race wildly as he now deduced that Leasa had somehow recruited these willing assistants to assist in his torment, and of what he might be forced to endure in another session in the hydro suite.

Susan smiled quietly at Michael’s panicked look and as she flipped a nearby video monitor on, said “I don’t think you understand what I’ve been telling you–here take a look!” Michael stared at the monitor in silent amazement and took several long seconds to absorb the scene as the camera slowly zoomed in close up.

Leasa was fairly surging with powerful energy and delight after the climax of the games she and Michael had played out, as she approached the nurses lounge. She was still clad only in her stockings, suspender belt and bra and felt goosebumps forming from the cool air as she entered the room and fumbled for the light. She was totally unprepared as strong arms grabbed her from behind and held her tightly as the hypodermic needle slid expertly into her arm.

Sometime later Leasa awoke groggily in dim light and batted her eyes several times to clear her vision. She then realized that she was stark naked and her wrists and ankles were loosely restrained to the corners of the table upon which she was resting. “What in the hell is this?”, she thought and then repeated out load in a bellow, as she struggled against the leather restraint cuffs holding her to the table. Just then Susan switched the lights in the hydro suite to their full intensity as she entered the room. “Susan, thank god! Get me out of these”, Leasa ordered.

Leasa then realized that something was very wrong as she saw Monica slowly following Susan into the room and noticed that both were appropriately attired, in their nurse’s black spandex tank leotard suits, as if for a session in the hydrotherapy suite. “What’s going on here?!”, Leasa demanded apprehensively as they approached her.

Susan silently began tightening the restraint cuff connectors pulling Leasa into a taut spread eagle position on the table as Monica at last responded, “I’m glad to see you’re finally awake. We’ve got some things to discuss.” Leasa now had a rough idea of what had happened to her. “Damn it, where’s Michael?”, she demanded. “He’s not a real patient, you know. He’s my fiancée. We, uh, we were just playing some games, you know. You can’t do anything to him.”, she slowly continued in embarrassment. “You don’t need to worry about the patient. He’s being taken care of”, Monica answered as she tugged the last strap tight. “O.K., a jokes a joke, and this one’s on me, now just let me up you guys”, Leasa pleaded anxiously to Monica. “Sorry Leasa, you’re in no position to give orders right now.”, teased Monica. Leasa scanned the room noticing that Susan had disappeared, as Monica continued in a calm clinical voice, “I’d like to start by having you detail your interests and experience with sexual dominance and submission for me.”

Leasa looked at Monica incredulously and replied, “Monica, this is crazy. Now let me up. I’ve need to check on Michael. You can’t keep me, um, us here against our will, you know that.” “No, Leasa, it’s not crazy. What’s crazy is risking your career and professional license abusing patients, falsifying records, and such.” “Look Monica, I told you this is just a game between my fiancée and me.” Monica retorted, “While what you say is true, it doesn’t diminish the fact that you’ve turned a psychiatric hospital facility into a personal kinky sex parlor. I want you to think about how the official reports of this are going to sound and how you’re going to explain this to the Trust.” “You won’t, you couldn’t report this, you just can’t,” Leasa wailed as Monica’s words sank in. But Monica merely smiled at her, “No, we won’t be reporting anything. We’ll just handle this situation privately.”

Directing her voice to the door Monica continued, “And how is our other patient Susan?” “He’s awake and resting quietly in seclusion just like she left him,” responded the pretty young nurse. Leasa was aghast to see Susan approaching carrying a shiny electric blue colored hydro suit folded over her arm. “WHAT is that for?”, Leasa demanded anxiously as the nurse came closer. “We’ll get to that later, but first I still need some answers to my questions. We’re required to interview any new member before they can be admitted to our group,” Monica firmly advised. “Look, I don’t know what you are talking about, you’d just better let me go,” pleaded Leasa. “Leasa, there is a small group in this area, rather exclusive, just for women who share your, ah, interests. Dominance to be exact.”, smiled Monica. “No”, thought Leasa to herself, blinking hard and then voiced, “You mean that you and Susan are, uh, are dominatrix’s?” It sounded so ridiculous spoken out loud thought Leasa. “Well, I’m a full member of the group. Have been for a year or so. Susan has been admitted as an ‘observer’ at this point, since she still hasn’t undergone initiation,” Monica softly explained. Susan blushed and looked down as Monica continued, “I guess normally after we found out you were interested, we would have discussed it over coffee or something, but, this has all happened so spontaneously, it seemed like we shouldn’t waste the opportunity.”

“What, uh, what are you going to do with me?”, questioned Leasa anxiously. “Well, technically, since we have the benefit of your indiscretions recorded for posterity, we are going to, or rather you are going to do whatever we want.”, answered Monica. “Susan will explain.” “I kept finding cameras on the lower level locked out and so I decided to come back and check the other night. I was surprised to find the camera down here locked out, but when I re-cabled the circuit, but I was really surprised to see you and the new patient down here in the hydro suite trying out the equipment,” Susan explained. “And its on tape,” interrupted Monica. Leasa paled at the revelation, “O.K., you win. What do you want?”

“Good, you’re beginning to get the idea”, continued Monica, “Actually its quite simple. We will administer your initiation to you and be witness to it for admission to the group.” Leasa felt her stomach knot with tension as she heard Monica’s next sentence. “The initiation is your chance to experience the other side of dominance”, the nurse laughed wickedly looking at her watch, “let’s just begin and we’ll save your interview for later.”

Leasa lay in stunned silence as Monica began to unzip the length of the shiny blue wetsuit garment and spoke. “To start with, we just happened to talk with Lynn from the hydro suit company the other day. She suggested that all the nurses should take a turn in the new suit for the sake of training, and we’ve decided to help you set a good example by going first!”

It took several long minutes of steady work for Susan and Monica to force Leasa’s resisting limbs into the confines of the foam padded wetsuit, since they could only release one limb at a time from the cuffs, as she alternatively struggled, pleaded and cursed her captors. But in the end the two nurses overcame the resisting subject and had her fully zipped in except for the hood. As Monica liberally greased the fat anal plug device, Leasa’s futile struggles and sharp protests gave way to frantic sobbing. Susan lifted Leasa’s bottom from the stretcher while Monica slowly inserted the thick probing invader. She adjusted the suits padding in the crotch and crack of her cheeks, amid Leasa’s pleading which ended in a loud groan and Leasa began bucking against the table in the suit, trying to evade the thick probe. Small tears continued to stream down Leasa’s checks as her dread of having the suit hood sealed over her face and head, grew into renewed frantic struggles as Monica finished her preparations.

Leasa fought to compose herself as she laid tightly outstretched in the padded rubber suit. She knew she had to get a grip if she was to survive what her nurses were intending. Leasa concentrated on her breathing to relax. She forced herself to take slow deep breaths as she focused her eyes on a point on the ceiling and felt herself growing somewhat calmer and her heaving chest slowed its pace. Her focus was interrupted, by the sight of Monica’s hand bringing the rubber gag plug to her mouth.

Michael’s eyes were glued to the monitor as the scene showed Monica firmly pinch a surprised Leasa’s nose shut until she gasped for breath allowing Monica to force the rubber gag in. Leasa’s eyes grew as big as saucers as the small hood of the breathing device was sealed over her nose.

Michael watched in wonder as Leasa thrashed about in the tight rubber suit, as the ear plugs were inserted and he captured in his mind the frantic pleading look of Leasa’s eyes before pad sticky eye pads were pushed into place. Michael continued to watch for several seconds as Leasa’s thrashing body finally quieted and her breathing slowed into a regular rhythm.

Michael looked up in surprise as Susan abruptly clicked the screen off. “I thought you might be interested in seeing the tape of Leasa getting ready for her session. She’s been in the tank for about two hours now. Why don’t we go down and check on her?”, she said, as she began wheeling him to the elevator.

Leasa waited with dread anticipation for the nurse to close the confining hood over her head. Several minutes passed and little rays of hope began to rise within her that her nurses were just going to tease her with the preparations, since neither had yet trained in actual use of the suit. Unable to see or hear, she was spared the shock of seeing the Hydrosuit sales rep, Lynn, enter the room with Susan. Susan said in introduction, “Lynn, this is Monica and,” pointing to Leasa’s outstretched form, “you already know Leasa.” Lynn and Monica exchanged greetings, and Lynn continued observing Leasa’s bound body, “I see that you’ve jumped right in while you were waiting. I’m sorry I’m running late. And I’m really surprised, but pleased to see that Leasa is our training subject. I didn’t think she would ever get into a suit again voluntarily — she didn’t seem to care for it much when she was at our facility for the sales demonstration. She became quite apprehensive when I had her zipped in before.” Lynn inspected the two nurse’s preparations of Leasa more closely and asked several questions including, “And is she completely nude in the suit? That’s important for the patient to fully experience the benefit of the hydro suit’s therapy options.” The two trainees smiled affirmatively. “Good.” Lynn raised an eyebrow when she observed that the rectal temperature probe was registering on the console and noted that the nurses had selected the nasal breathing aid and mouth gag instead of the mouth breathing tube, “Leasa must really be more of a trooper than I had thought, to go along with all the Level C options.,” She then explained to the nurses that as a general rule, the temperature probe, as a hypothermia safeguard, and nasal breathing device, to better control air supply, were required only for severe behavior modification therapy sessions and when the extreme temperature ranges were to be used or for extended sessions for the patient. “If you ever need to control a really unruly or defiant patient, you will find that a few hours of Level C therapy will make them really pliable.” Finally, Lynn helped Susan zip Leasa’s head fully into the hood and directed the nurses as they lowered her into the tank. Lynn had the nurses leave Leasa’s rubber bound form in the face up position and slipped her clothes off revealing a skimpy black bikini covering her statuesque figure, and then eased into the tank with Leasa, who had begun to pull at her bindings somewhat. “Monitor her breathing,” Lynn instructed, “She began to hyperventilate with me before.” Leasa’s breathing though more rapid remained regular as she fought to stave off panic. Leasa groaned deeply into her gag as she felt her body being more fully stretched. Her feet were forced into an unnaturally straight pointed position. Lynn explained, “If you are going to use Level C therapy, you would want to place the feet in an en point position like this, and secure all connections as much as possible to more fully limit movement,” tugging the foot straps very tight. “Now, if our lovely patient behaves well enough after all this, we might treat her to a little reward before I leave,” Lynn remarked with a wicked grin to the nurses who exchanged quizzical glances.

Lynn then explained the console and controls to the nurses. After outlining the manual control operation, Lynn showed the nurses the computer operation for automatic cycling and even how a session could be recorded for later evaluation or re-use. She then began the demonstration, speaking softly to Leasa through the earphones.

Leasa had surprised herself in maintaining her composure as the suit’s hood was sealed over her head and she felt her body slowly lowered into the water. However, she was unprepared when the earphones crackled on and she heard the soft female voice, “Leasa, hi this is Lynn. Sorry to have kept you waiting so long.” As she felt warm water begin to pulse over her body, the pretty blonde’s voice continued in her head, “I’m so glad to see you decided to give this another try. You seem to be taking it much better today. I’m going to just give your colleagues a short intro on the manual controls and then show them some of the automatic settings.” Leasa steeled herself to maintain control with the thought that as long as Lynn was in control nothing severe would happen.

The suit continued to warm about her and the pulsing of the water jets gently increased as Leasa continued to float suspended in the padded suit. She found herself relaxing to the tempo of the water jets and thought to her surprise that this really was kind of enjoyable, as soft music began to play over her earphones. Several minutes later, Lynn’s voice entered her head again, “You’re doing super Leasa. Now hang in there while we run a few cycles on automatic.” The suit began to gradually chill about her and Leasa felt her hard nipples press into the foam lining the tips of the suit’s rubber breast cones. She overheard Lynn speaking to the nurses, “As you can see, gradual cooling of the patient produces an upward correlation of air intake as the metabolism fights the suit.” The suit then contracted compressing tightly around her causing her to struggle to breath, and she began to pull and struggle against the foam padded cocoon holding her. “Now just stay with it Leasa, it’ll cycle again in a few minutes,” came Lynn’s soft reassurance. Finally the negative pressure was released and Leasa began to relax again, able to breathe easier. Lynn continued to speak to her encouragingly, “You’ve been a great patient Leasa. We’re almost done.” But she couldn’t hear the grinning blonde’s comment to the nurses, “Now for a little surprise.”

The automatic cycle stopped and Leasa rested silently for several seconds. Then to her shock the water suddenly flowed very cold and numbed her as she began to struggle violently, moaning in the gag. She tried to hold her breath to signal a stop, but the need for oxygen prevented her. Slowly the suit began to warm and she felt gentle pulsing over her vagina, rectum and at her nipples. Unseen above, Lynn worked the manual controls with expert precision as Susan and Monica looked on curiously. The pulsing continued and Leasa felt herself beginning to fill with horny excitement. Then the rubber cones and the water jets over her genitals and ass began to alternately suck and pulse warm vibrating jets of warm water causing Leasa to writhe with shameless pleasure in the suit. Finally the water jets at her clit and anus came as rapid hot little jackhammer blows and the padded cones containing her sensitive breasts sucked hungrily at her erect nipples. The intensity of the suit’s stimulations steadily, relentlessly increased, and finally Leasa was unable to hold back and found herself propelled beyond the edge to a tremendous climax over which she had no control. Barely able to wriggle in the padded rubber bodysuit, Leasa screamed into her rubber gag as she felt herself overwhelmed by the sexual release. Her powerful orgasm spread from its epicenter in her pelvis causing her to shake and shudder violently in the rubber suit, until at last she succumbed to its tight padded grip again. Then she floated for a long time in a soft, warm, quiet relaxed state feeling a tremendous warm afterglow effect.

Standing over the tank the two nurses exchanged grins with one another and Lynn, who said happily, “Now when she comes out, it would be polite to act as if you didn’t notice that. The hydro suit is designed to be a very private environment and Leasa, as any patient, may be embarrassed to be reminded that the hydro nurse has been watching or perhaps controlling (giggle) their responses.” Lynn quickly slipped on her clothes and said, “Well, I’ve got to run. I guess you can get her out on your own. I, uh, recorded the last part of the session on the computer here, in case you, uh, someone wants to try it again!” she smiled, as Susan escorted her from the room.

After Lynn had left the hospital, the two nurses huddled over the console and re-dialed the various controls and keyed the computer to its automatic cycle menu. Susan looked to Monica who nodded and keyed past Level A and B, scrolled through the Level C warning and set the timer for an additional ninety minutes. Monica picked up the microphone and addressed Leasa. “Leasa, Lynn had to leave, but don’t worry, Susan and I are still here. What do you think, Susan should we get her out now?” Susan spoke so Leasa could hear, “Well, it would be a shame to stop just when she’s enjoying herself. We wouldn’t want to disappoint her.” With that Leasa began to struggle, and screamed into the gag again as the blast of ice cold water swept over her tightly confined body. Amid the cold induced convulsions, her last coherent thought was, “How had Michael endured this?”, before her struggles quieted to mild involuntary muscle twitches and she grew dizzy as her air supply was metered down. For what seemed like hours the unremitting machine cycled again and again, first warming the poor nurse to an uncomfortably hot level, then pummeling her with the water jets and suffocating her with the suits tight grip. But always, eventually, the cold icy water returned to sap her energy. What had she done to deserve this? But she knew and that made the waiting periods between cycles unbearable. Then as Leasa’s mind registered that it had been unusually long since her last torture sequence a shrill screeching static filled her head. “Oh no, not the white noise!”, she mentally pleaded. Then she felt herself being rotated over face down and a new wave of panic swept over her.

When Susan wheeled Michael into the hydro suite, Michael closely examined the captive submerged face up in the tank. The padded rubber suit enclosing Leasa was very similar to the one he’d been placed in, except it was obviously cut for the female form. He noticed that Leasa’s suit had exaggerated cones on the chest holding each of her supple breasts, and a small black hose fit into the connector located at over each nipple. The hardware and plumbing adorning each breast tip undulated obscenely as the rubber suited figure’s chest heaved with each respiration. Monica was at the console monitoring the figure in the tank. “I just started the white noise,” she quietly informed Susan. The two nurses then rotated poor Leasa and Michael could see the water in the tank begin to fairly churn as the victim struggled valiantly against the rubber

Restraint suit. Monica then announced, “I’ve added Lynn’s saved sub-routine, except the last 30 seconds or so, to begin repeating for the remaining time, and I’ve set an interval in the sub-routine with a two minute plunge and hold to 38 degrees.” The two nurses left Michael strapped securely in the wheel chair at the side of the tank and retreated from his view. As Michael continued to watch the next half-hour or so in quiet awe, he couldn’t have imagined a body putting forth the physical effort he saw displayed in the tank. The tightly restrained female rubber figure below the surface would slowly begin to writhe to an furious level and then suddenly spasm and convulse violently as the icy water hit it. Michael wondered if the restraint straps on the punishment suit would continue to hold up to the great stress exerted by his nurse now turned victim. Finally the machine stopped leaving Leasa to jerk and twitch uncontrollably for several minutes as Monica wheeled him from the room and returned him to his padded cell.

“Now don’t worry Michael. She’ll be fine after a few hours rest. Then we have something special planned for you.”

Leasa was too weak to resist or even speak a protest as the two nurses unpacked her from her padded rubber confinement and tightly laced her nude body into canvas Straitjacket, strapping her arms into a tight self hugging position. Susan then quickly dried and lightly fluffed the captive nurse’s hair leaving the damp mess of blonde hair hanging loosely over Leasa’s pretty face. They then strapped her face down on a gurney which they silently wheeled to the seclusion section and deposited her in the padded cell opposite Michael’s. Before leaving the cell, Monica placed a large foam sponge between Leasa’s legs and cinched the crotch strap arrangement tight holding it firmly in place. “We wouldn’t want to have you accidentally stimulate yourself while you’re supposed to be resting, would we?”, she said pushing her fingers hard through the foam pad to press on Leasa’s clit which elicited a low moan from the dazed nurse. Leasa lay silently on the spongy floor too tired to struggle against the canvas Straitjacket which she knew was quite inescapable and tried to organize her brain and her first thought was of Michael. What had her nurses done, or were they doing to him she wondered. But too exhausted to ponder the matter further she drifted off into a gentle slumber.

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Effective Diaper Domination

Of the many ways to capture and dominate your favorite sub, male or female, is the use of diapers which also offers unique potential. Unlike traditional bondage equipment, which cannot usually be worn in public, diapers are generally hidden and if discovered (intentionally or by accident) are presumed to be present due to medical necessity. Therefore there is considerably more flexibility with diaper bondage and less chance of undue attention from the authorities.

Traditional bondage serves to restrict a sub’s mobility. Since it is in the very nature of human beings to move, each time a sub attempts to find a more comfortable position, it is reminded that the Top has removed this privilege and that it is under the Top’s control. But aside from having been restricted, the sub’s sense of self is generally intact. If invasive devices such as dildos are used, the sub may feel penetrated by the top but this effect is limited in its duration by bodily functions, among other considerations.

Diaper bondage is unique in that while the sub’s body is not normally penetrated (but this can be added easily) it is the sense of self that is under control of the Top. Toilet training is a cornerstone of our psychological processes. So much has been written about its ramifications for adult life that little need be mentioned here. The effect of diaper bondage is to defeat toilet training, almost always against the sub’s will. The injunctions against wetting and/or soiling oneself are the strongest known to us. Therefore, when a sub is confined to diapers for an extended period, these injunctions are confronted within the subconscious of the sub’s mind, causing anxiety, turmoil and identification of the Top as a parent figure.

This serves the Top’s interests well. The parent figure in our psyche is a giver of comfort, nourishment, and a dispenser of discipline. Since most children learn that rebellion against the parent’s authority is futile; a child posture in the sub can be pleasing for the Top. One of the objectives of effective diaper domination is to use discomfort and embarrassment to push the sub to a point where it will appeal the Top’s use of diapers and control can then be further enforced.

A sub in diapers is no less dependent on the Top than if it were in bondage. As soon as the diapers are pinned and the plastic panties in place the sub realizes that she or he has been deprived of the most basic and private decision of adult life — when and how to relieve oneself. It will not, at first, occur to the sub that attempting to refrain from elimination will be futile, that it is the Top’s plan and desire that the sub suffer forced incontinence. The sub will, instead, be initially concerned with the strange feelings of the diaper such as the bulk between the legs which alters its walk and the growing heat caused by the plastic panties. The second concern of the sub will be its appearance. We are an image-based society and the sub will have cultivated a personal image, which includes some degree of vanity. Forcing an obviously diapered adult to mingle with the public forces the victim to re-evaluate this image, causing more anxiety and distress. The Top may take some assurance that anyone who guesses the cause of the bulges under the sub’s clothing will presume an innocent reason, but the sub has no such comfort. Every strange look, every whispered comment will torture the sub with the suspicion that someone has guessed that he or she is wearing diapers and therefore less of an adult.

The most common objection to the use of diapers is that the sub’s genitals are bundled out of reach and use by the Top. While this is true, it is only an obstacle when the session is intended to remain indoors. As soon as privacy is lost, so too is the opportunity to fondle the sub intimately. Diaper bondage offers the prospect of intense psychological effect on the sub during intervals when even traditional bondage would be impractical.

Males and females react differently to the prospect of being forcibly confined in diapers. While this likely has its roots in male vs. female ego, there are some simpler explanations. Males depend on being able to see their genitals to confirm their presence and state. Women’s genitals are hidden and she must rely on internal sensations to judge their condition, therefore it is not a new sensation for her to be denied visual contact with her organs. A second point is that all women of childbearing age are, in essence, incontinent for several days each month. The menstrual cycle is a closely guarded subject normally amongst us women and we are often raised with injunctions to the effect that we are not to give any indication that we are menstruating, discuss the subject with men, or otherwise acknowledge it as a normal bodily function. “Discretion” is the key word as the woman chooses the pads or tampons necessary to preserve her clothing. A recent tampon advertisement criticized napkins (sanitary towels) for “feeling like diapers”, and no doubt this is true, considering that both disposable diapers and feminine pads must feel alike to the sensitive vulva. Therefore for a woman the prospect of being diapered offers little novelty. She is used to having to care for an uncontrolled release of fluid from her body and taking great pains to conceal the activity from everyone else. This helps to explain that female diaper fetishists are rare (but much sought after by males of the same persuasion).

Males lack this training in incontinence and its camouflage. They also lack the convenience of full skirts to hide the bulges under clothing. Even the slimmest diaper on a male will cause obvious changes to his outline. And since, as has been demonstrated, this outline is a key element of his self-perception, it is here that the Top begins to make inroads in domination.

Masters and Mistresses wishing to obtain the basic necessities for diaper domination will not have to look far. There is a wide range of adult disposable diapers available at most drug stores. While effective for their intended use, such diapers are usually not absorbent or thick enough to serve well in diaper domination. Plastic pants can be had from medical supply stores and are a definite necessity both for their practical and psychological properties. Disposable adult diapers may be supplemented with unbacked disposables which permit drainage into the outer diaper. This adds extra bulk between the legs, which is necessary to provide the discomfort that is a fundamental element of the process. On the subject of discomfort and disposable diapers of all types. Most manufactures go to great lengths to ensure the wearer feels comfortable and ‘dry’ in their products and this is done by them using a special ‘dry’ top layer. It is important that your sub can actually feel when they wet themselves (imagine that!). The use of a simple single thickness cotton liner or a thicker cotton diaper insert is all that is required to conveniently defeated this innovation. Do not be tempted to use the 100% polyester liners that are sold as they too are completely non-absorbent, and so provide just as an affective stay-dry layer as already fitted.

Cloth diapers are easily made although they can be purchased – See LINKS PAGE for suppliers. Generally about four can be made from cutting up a single size flannel bed sheet. Normal baby pins can be used but some purists purchase women’s kilt pins to provide a larger, more babyish fastener. Two toddler disposables, taped end to end, and placed inside the cloth diaper increase absorbency and offer protection from soiling. Purpose made pads like the Abri-let Maxi by Abena. Different sizes are available but this one being 16 x 61 cm makes it ideal for this purpose and they can be used on their own if desired for light protection. Pads of this nature are normal offered by the maker with and without plastic backing so check before ordering.

Whatever the materials used the primary objective for the Top using diapers on a sub are discomfort, visibility, efficiency, and security. Here we can use the five basic senses to guide our play very effectively … sight, hearing, touch, smell and taste.

Discomfort serves to remind the diapered subject that she or he is indeed in diapers and will, sooner or later, be forced to use them for eliminations. All diapers are uncomfortable to an adult unused to wearing them but this discomfort can be increased through a variety of simple measures.

The first discomfort enhancer is bulk. Here we are using the sense touch, especially between the legs. Bulk can be accomplished by adding extra diapers to the crotch of the diaper (cloth or disposable respectively) thus forming a soaker panel which is rigid enough not to be compressed by the sub’s walking action. In fact, it will force the sub to walk slightly bow-legged in a manner best described as a waddle. The sub will be unable to escape this pressure between the legs, which in the male especially can be quite uncomfortable. When walking the male’s inner thighs will chafe on the diaper and when sitting the extra bulk will be pressed against his genitals. This latter effect is especially useful for long trips on public transit when the male has no choice but to sit and endure whatever his Top has put on him. So the first sense we can use is touch but it can be used in other ways additional restraints, flogging or patting the diapered butt for example.

The second discomfort enhancer again associated with the touch sense is heat. The presence of plastic panties will cause a trapping of body heat and the resulting perspiration will with little effort make a diaper damp and uncomfortable. The amount of heat retained can be increased by doubling up with disposable diapers and adding an extra pair(s) of plastic panties or bloomers. These measures, in turn, can be amplified by coating the diaper area with Vaseline, which impedes perspiration. (Do not get any Vaseline on plastic articles as it will cause them to crack and harden). Consideration may also be given to restrictive clothing such as girdles. It should be noted that most disposable adult diapers become very itchy when worn for extended periods. Therefore extended confinement in them, especially with some of the other measures discussed, will have your sub squirming and begging for relief within hours, whether it has wet and soiled or not.

The remaining discomfort enhancers are used occasionally, for special sessions or punishments. Mustard plaster on the rear cheeks is effective as a long-term punishment since the resulting burn will last several days whether the sub is diapered or not. Shaving the pubic hair is favored as a routine discomfort enhancement since the sub is unable to scratch at the predictable itch and is usually forbidden to touch its diapers and plastic pants. Plus shaving your subs pubes makes cleanup easier too!

Butt and vaginal plugs, especially those with harnesses are often used to create a background haze of discomfort and forestall soiling when it is not desired. A sub diapered in this manner will appear dazed and distracted, which may attract more attention from the public. Such devices are especially useful when the sub may normally be required to change its own diapers say on an aircraft, thus providing itself some limited comfort while being constantly reminded that you the Top is still in control.

A Top’s second consideration when confining a sub to diapers is visibility and here we use the sense of sight. While adult diaper manufacturers have worked strenuously to make their products less obtrusive, these efforts must be defeated if the sub is to suffer humiliation in public (real or imagined). In summer this is often accomplished by the use of shorts with a male sub that are too small to cover all of the plastic panties. Thus the sub must confront the reality that his secret is always open to viewing should anyone look closely enough. In winter the sub should be forced to wear pants that allow the diaper bulge to show prominently and no top coat should be allowed.

Diaper visibility in female requires different strategies. Skirts that are short enough to allow brief glimpses of the bulging plastic panties are fine for summer. Shorts with very wide leg openings are also useful, especially if the female is to be taken shopping for shoes, in which situation the clerk would get an unimpeded view of her diapered crotch. In winter a female could be forced to wear a garter belt and stockings under a skirt that is both too tight and slit too high to conceal either her garters or her plastic panties. If the stockings are seamed, with reinforced heels, she will attract a lot of attention from males, to her distress.

When at home, both male and female subs should not be permitted any covering over their diapers unless it is of a disciplinary or control nature. The shirt-and-diapers uniform is common to toddlers because it offers the ability to instantly discern the condition of the wearers diaper, no less is true of the diapered sub. A secondary benefit is that the sub is forced to see its diapers all the time, knowing they cannot be removed or altered without intervention from you the Top. In this state of undress, the sub should be forced to perform chores, which may result in them being observed by strangers. These can be in the form of retrieving the morning paper, hanging out the laundry, or being outside sunbathing for a suitable length of time. A diaper provides a much more modest cover for the lower body than any swimsuit bottom or G-string would do so in the end what is the problem? Visibility can be further increased by the use of colored and/or patterned panties which catch the observers eye more readily.

Some activities require additional clothing. A sub sent to do the laundry in a Laundromat or apartment laundry should be dressed in too-small shorts and

a shirt that is cut short enough to ride up the back as soon as the sub bends over. This exposes the top of the plastic pants, especially if they are colored as the sub’s instinctive reaction is to keep pulling the shirt down which merely attracts more attention. Sight is sometimes the most overestimated sense of the five. In fact, in familiar surroundings, it often fails to give as much input as we expect so constant efforts in this area must be made. Ever looked for your keys only to have someone else find them right out in the open where you already looked? Sight ‘takes for granted’ the things it expects to see in an environment so you the Top needs to ensure the state of the sub is beyond question. When sight of your sub is blocked, however, its other senses heighten to make up for the loss. This is part of the fight or flight response. Peripheral vision, that is, seeing something out of the corner of the eye, can become very acute when a sub is under stress and it can be very unnerving to see something move in and out repeatedly from their field of vision, especially when they are restrained or blindfold.

Disposable diapers and well-worn plastic pants can be noisy and here we are looking at the sense of hearing. The crackling sounds can be quite loud and attract attention from passersby in shopping malls and airports. In addition, these materials are noisy to take off and put on, so if your sub must change its diaper in a public washroom it will not be possible to for it to do so discreetly. Hearing is also important to the general scene certainly in the way you as the Top gives commands. Sounds like the rustle of rubber or plastic, water running, the clank of metal all heighten awareness. The Top thinking to phrase simple questions like, ‘how are our plastic panties then?’ ‘Have we soiled our diaper then?’ can be effective on two levels. The first is the simple question which must of course be answered fully, do not accept a simple yes or no. The deeper one is induced by the use of words like ‘our’ and ‘we’. You the Top, are further reinforcing your control as the sub will be well aware that only it is directly affected by the diaper and the ‘our’ and ‘we’ only serves indicates who controls the regime. When a person is subject to sensory deprivation, hearing is, an open door to the subconscious. The subconscious is the place where dreams are made, and it detests gaps in information. If it has only half a story, it will make the rest up… so, if your sub can’t see you, but perhaps can feel you near, and hear you laugh. The mind will make up the reason you are laughing.

Another element to noticability is smell. Adult diaper companies do not yet add fragrances to their products but this is no impediment to the ambitious Top. Males are especially susceptible to the torment of being sent out into public with the sweet fragrances of scented Vaseline, baby powder and lotion preceding him like a cloud. There are two available from which enable you to recreate those familiar aromas from childhood. Mommies Diaper Fresh Scent and Mommies Powder Fresh Scent are two scents designed to make a diaper or just about anything you want smell just like original baby diapers or the sweet, aroma of baby powder. Any sub subjected to these will be very aware of perfumed cloud that surrounds them and have no way of avoiding it! Of course, if desired, the sub can be made to soil itself (laxatives and suppositories are useful) and this is the most humiliating visibility factor of all. As a punishment glycerin suppositories are very effective. Simply restrain your sub diapered on a bed spread-eagled, administer 3 –4 suppositories and simply leave them to it for an hour or so with the command they must remain clean or else. It is effective and your sub will need punishing for that I am sure. Having added extra bulk, several pairs of plastic panties and perhaps double diapers, the competent Top has already addressed many concerns for efficiency. However long trips, extended punishment periods or the deliberate cultivation of diaper rash require innovation. In situations where the sub must be capable of changing its diaper, such as on an aircraft, it is possible to keep the sub wet and safe at the same time. You have a choice of using either a cloth or a disposable diaper to accomplishes this. If a cloth diaper is used, fit it as normal but sew the cloth diaper on so the sub cannot remove it (you may wish to insert a butt plug before doing so) but do use pins to take the strain off the thread. If a disposable is being used, pierce the outer plastic cover with numerous small cuts to allow drainage and secure it on with several around the waist passes of wide packing tape or better still silver duct tape. Make sure the tape is very snug because the diaper will sag when wet, allowing the sub to remove and replace it. In both cases an additional cloth or disposable diaper is now fastened over the first diaper and plastic or rubber pants added. When necessary, the sub can be sent to change its self with the instruction not to remove the first diaper. They will not become dry, nor will they have an opportunity to play with themselves. The sense of smell can be further used by the simple reuse of soiled waterproof pants. (I always keep a pair of wet panties handy for this reason and for use as a punishment by fitting them over my subs head-make the punishment fit the crime?) The sub will initially be comfortable after their diaper change but will be reminded constantly of their eventual condition. Obviously don’t forget to reinforce this by reminding them of this by using the hearing sense to constantly remind them of their ‘smelly’ condition. Taste is probably the least used sense in diaper bondage. It is however closely related to smell, and in fact, it is not possible for your sub to taste when it cannot smell. Pinching the nose closed works to help get your sub to swallow noxious medicines like castor oil, try it.

If efficiency is a concern, the use of bloomer style plastic pants may be effective. These extend part way down the leg and while helpful in preventing occasional leaking, are very uncomfortable, especially in summer. These pants are often used for punishment purposes. When placed on females wearing a short skirt or a male in white cotton shorts it is almost impossible to conceal them properly.

The element of security is concerned with the ability of the sub to alter or escape the punishment of wearing diapers. This is unacceptable and must be prevented at all costs. There are two strategies, to secure the diaper, or to secure the clothing, which covers it.

Securing the diaper allows the sub to be kept in the state of half-undress described earlier. It is also useful if the sub is to be displayed to the Top’s friends or is sleeping away from home and the customary bed restraints. It allows the sub’s hands to be free, permitting the assignment of chores. Generally a chastity belt design is used with a wide crotch band secured to a sturdy belt. The lock may be discreet or not at the mistress’s pleasure. Such a device increases the discomfort of the diaper, makes soiling more unpleasant and can forestall attempts at masturbation through the diaper. It may be used on both males and females but the former will suffer more from its effects. Among its disadvantages are that it can tear the plastic pants and that a male can sometimes gain access to his genitals through a leg opening unmonitored allowing urination.

Securing the clothing which covers the diaper is more efficient in preventing masturbation but can be less convenient in other areas. Total body cover suits can be locked at the neck with a small lock and are deliberately made to prevent access to the genital area. This will prevent the sub from removing the garments you have put on it and also playing with itself. Many types of this sort of garment are available as they are used in hospitals and the like. Homemade items can be trimmed and styled as you like and if based on shorts, chains at the cuffs will prevent access from that point. Such chains can be discreet, if necessary. Further reading on this subject HERE .

An alternative is to use pantyhose on both males and females. A stout pair of control top should be used. The garment is placed on the male and then a fine wire or chain is passed through the waistband and locked. The male cannot get access from the leg openings and there is the additional benefit of compression from the girdle-like panty. Males especially are humiliated by being made to wear pantyhose. Forcing your male to go out in public wearing only shorts over his hosiery or alternatively wearing slacks can enhance this but also sandals which reveal his secret to all whom happen to look down. Since there is no plausible reason for a male to be wearing hosiery, the potential for extreme embarrassment is high. If pantyhose are used on a female, use of the seamed variety will be effective; bloomer style panties would add to her distress, especially if the skirt was short. A point to remember though that any cloth garments can be ripped and sharp instruments like scissors can make short work of removing even the most secure garment but you will know that interference has taken place and can react accordingly.

Once the sub is securely bound in diapers and plastic pants the Top’s concern turns to measures, which will aggravate the sub’s condition. Excessive fluid intake, diuretics and laxatives are the most common measures adopted. In the case of fluids, the properly diapered sub, left alone, will have no choice but to wet its diapers. This can be rewarding for the Top especially during the first few occasions when diapers are used. The sub fights its toilet training all the while knowing that the inevitable cannot be forestalled. Unfortunately, subs usually become accustomed to wetting within a few weeks and there is no longer any entertainment value for the Top in this act. At this stage the Top may wish to insert a catheter into the sub before diapers are applied, thus forcing true incontinence. Again, the initial results are pleasing, since the sub is rendered into a true incontinent state. Remember that prolonged use of catheters can cause infection and that these devices forestall ejaculation in the male.

The decision of whether or not to force a sub to soil itself depends on the preferences of the Top. Remember the sub can perform the necessary cleansing operations and be punished if the cleansing operation is not thorough. Forced soiling can produce spectacular results in a novice sub and should be experienced at least once to judge its value. Since all subs attempt to avoid the experience of soiling, some encouraging measures may be required. Generally the process of moving the bowels will be enhanced with the additional fluid intake, but if immediate results are required, 3 or 4 glycerin suppositories work wonders. An alternative is to begin feeding bulk laxative to the sub approximately 24 hours before diaper confinement is to begin. Each administration of the laxative reminds the sub of the punishment to come and the fact that it will be made to soil. This may result in whining and begging-off on the part of the sub, which the Top may wish to address once the session has begun.

A soiled diaper on an adult gives off a distinct aroma. Unless severe humiliation, in the form of knowledgeable attention from the public, is desired, soiled subs should be kept at least 15 feet aware from innocent by-standers. One of the most rewarding aspects of forcing a sub to soil while diapered is the knowledge that it confronts one of the major injunctions of psychological development and causes tremendous anxiety in the sub. A wet diaper can feel like a wet bathing suit but the adult sub will not have experienced the sensations of a dirty diaper since being a small child. The knowledge that it has messed itself and is unable to do anything about it until you the Top agrees, will torture unmercifully.

Soiling is most traumatic for a sub during the first hour after messing. During this time the sub will be aware of little else but the condition of its diaper and the strange sensation of its own effluent being spread about inside it. However beyond this initial phase, there is little to be gained by prolonged confinement in the messy diaper unless a rash is desired or the sub is being forced to sleep in its mess as a punishment. Cleansing operations are generally easier if attempted as soon as possible.

Sub’s will become accustomed to soiling if subjected to the procedure on a regular basis. A Top wishing to avoid this may choose to make the process more uncomfortable or difficult with the use of butt plugs, chastity-type retention belts, or tight clothing. Forcing the sub to soil while in semi-public places or in the presence of friends of the Top is also very effective. In the latter case the sub may be secured outside for a time in consideration of the comfort of the guests.

Diaper domination makes use of some equipment, which might not be found in routine male training situations. Fortunately this equipment is light and portable and therefore lends itself to travel and over-night use.

The most important aspect of diaper bondage is that the sub must be rendered helpless to adjust, change or remove its diapers. The security devices discussed earlier are effective but are not always appropriate. The most common long-term bondage appliances are rigid mittens, which limit the use of the hands and restrictive clothing.

Medical restraints are available without question from medical supply stores or you may fabricate them. Any design that keeps the hand from being able to grasp and prevents use of the fingers and which may be fastened securely is acceptable. Without the use of its hands or fingers, the sub is helpless to affect its diapered condition. The sub may be left alone in the house suitably restrained and able to perform only limited functions. It may, for instance, be able to answer the phone but dialing out is impossible. Sub’s in this condition will certainly attempt masturbation in the form of rubbing themselves through their diapers. Since the sensations produced if correctly diapered in this manner merely remind the sub of its diapered condition, it may be allowed. The sub may also be told that evidence of masturbation (most obvious in the male) will be punished severely. A useful tell-tail of masturbation, if the sub is in disposable diapers, is the condition of the paper wadding which makes up the diaper core in the area of the genitals. It this is This is a sure sign that masturbation has at least been attempted. There are various products on the market which can aid in this and Checkmate is effective and recommended. The use of only mittens to restrain a male can produce unexpected and yet pleasing results since the sub feels quite free but yet is prevented from the one thing it wants most, to be out of its uncomfortable diapers.

Restrictive clothing is used most often when the sub is being put down for the night. A straight jacket is the most effective garment to use but anything which securely encloses the diapered area and or restricts the wearers limbs is good. One-piece sleepers are most effective here since the sense of confinement adds to the effects of having been forced to wear and use diapers. If rigid mittens have not been incorporated into the garment they may be added to prevent the sub from removing the garment during the night. Sleepers should if possible cover the feet, be cut generously in the crotch and fasten at the back of the neck. The ability to lock the main zipper is handy but not necessary if mittens and a simple tie are used.

A brief word about punishment—always make it fit the crime.

One of the primary advantages of diaper domination and bondage is that a “scene” may be protracted over several days or weeks without undue wear on either the mistress or the sub. Since, aside from being kept in diapers, the sub is able to function normally; there is no need to end a scene in order to provide for nourishment or rest. Therefore scenes can be integrated into normal life, such as the sub being made to attend cocktail parties, sporting events, theatre, and social evenings while in diapers. Each of these situations presents the sub with a different set of potential opportunities for discovery. Longer outings will, of course, require a change of diapers and the diaper bag being present is often a major embarrassment in itself. Regular and frequent physical checks of the diapers should be made with the aim to humiliate and enforce in the mind of the wearer your control over his or his body. Don’t forget the senses, hearing? Ask questions in the third person like, ‘how are our rubbers then?.’ Do we need changing?’ ‘Are our plastic panties uncomfortable?’ Follow these with lots of pats on the butt, fussing and adjusting or pulling up of the garments.

Diaper domination is most effective when the sub is kept sexually aroused but denied orgasms. Oral servicing of you the Top will see to your needs but I cannot stress highly enough that your sub should be kept sexually frustrated. The unusual sensations on and around the genitals will help, as will often the enforced humiliation. I would strongly advise that you be prepared to stimulate your sub when rewards are due just to the point of orgasm as this will reinforce the pleasure/pain aspects of true diaper domination. If you are concerned that your sub is achieving orgasm I would suggest an increase in the padding used and/or the use of a chastity device. For female subs these, when used under a diaper even a relatively simple belt will prove very frustrating to the wearer and thus very effective. For a male sub I would recommend only the CB2000 device at the moment. The wise Top will show compassion when it is called for, but will never allow it to be the occasion for relaxing the routine of diaper discipline or for moderating the punishments that the recipients constantly attract.

Once you start your must be determined in your task and not ease off. Your sub will most certainly try to challenge you and try and avoid the discipline. This is where harsh and strict punishment needs to be applied and with maybe a little Petticoat Discipline which works well for both sexes. If Diaper Domination is done correctly the final result will be a charming, decorative, demure and compliant sub who will be a credit to you.

January 12, 2009 Posted by | Fetish | , , , , , | 9 Comments

Dental Anesthetic Adventure

It was 7.00 a.m. I rang the doorbell, after a few moments it was answered by a tall female figure. “Hello, I’m Dr. Hoffman -have you come from the agency?”, “Yes that’s right. My names Colin” , I replied. “Thanks for coming so early-we’ve got a busy day ahead of us, as we are the only dental surgery in town that still has the facility to use gas for extractions , we always appear to be fully booked”. I noticed that she had made the last remark with a crafty grin on her face. “Come in and I’ll show you around. I followed her along a hall and up a flight of stairs, the first area we came to was the reception area with a desk and a couple of telephones . We carried on through a pair of doors and she pointed out a room with a table with magazines and newspapers on it , with chairs arranged all around it. “That’s the waiting area for the normal dental surgery patients”, she said,” “There is another waiting room further on , that’s only in use when we are doing extractions.” As we continued down the corridor she pointed out where the dental surgeries were, I stuck my head around the door of one and saw the large leather covered dental chair with the large lamp above, all around was the usual paraphernalia for dental treatment, drills and mirrors and the mouthwash machine.

The dentist looked round to see what I was doing and said, “Come on I need to show you where you will be working today, we entered an area that had some gas cylinders sitting in a metal cage, “That’s the empties”, the dentist said, “As you can see we use a lot of gas here!”, she said with a smile, “now I asked for you to come in early so I could show what to do, I understand that according to the agency you have only assisted in surgeries where they used injections”, “That’s right Dr. Hoffman I have never assisted with gas before, and was very curious to see what was involved .” “Good the dentist said, I do like to use dental assistants who show an interest in the job, now first of all I need you to change into the surgical clothing that anyone working in the extraction room has to wear, now you will find a small room opposite the waiting room, in there you will find a locker with the clothing in, there are also some red rubber aprons could you please bring them with you as well, I think it likely that we will be needing them!. I found the changing room and sure enough there was the locker, I opened it and looked inside, I could see a dark green gown one of the kind that fastens around the back, just like what the surgeons wear also there was a pair of large white rubber Wellington boots with a large label stuck on one side that said `anti-static`, I had soon changed into the gown and boots ,and remembering what the dentist had asked picked up the red rubber aprons as well, and carried them out to the hall way, I could hear a loud noise coming through from an open door that I had not noticed before, I entered the room and there was Dr. Hoffman. I quickly realized that I was in the extraction room , I could see the large chair , but instead of being covered in leather it looked like it was covered in rubber, it certainly smelled like it! “There you are”, Dr. Hoffman said ” I was wondering where you were. As you can see I have been getting things ready in here ,let me take those rubber aprons and I’ll hang them up until their needed”, she took the aprons from my hands and proceeded to hang them up on a hook on the wall, ” We use the aprons partly to protect us, but also we use one on the patient as a form of restraint, as you have discovered they are quite long and very heavy, not all patients look forward to having their teeth taken out under gas, in fact some even try to struggle and get away!, at that I was suddenly transported back to being a small child of 7 years old and struggling to get away from the nasty dentists wearing rubber who wanted to force me to go to sleep- as you can imagine I wasn’t very keen on the idea!.

I shuddered at the memory of that event and my reaction was noticed by the dentist, she smiled and said ” I see you know what I mean”, I simply nodded in reply. ” I always like my surgery assistants to know firsthand what to expect as regards the gas anesthetic, that way it is easier for you to comfort the patient and put them at ease before the gas anesthetic is started”, I wondered what she meant `first hand`, but I soon found out. The dentist continued “I want you to give permission for me to give you a gas anesthetic!”, I was shocked when I heard this, I hadn’t expected this and at first was very reluctant to agree but after a few minutes , I could see how it would make things easier for the patient if I knew what to expect during a gas anesthesia and so eventually I agreed. “Good”, said Dr. Hoffman with a smile, “We have an hour and half or so , so we can take our time, you haven’t eaten anything since midnight have you?, I did ask the agency to tell you, it’s very important .” I remembered the agency telling me not to eat and had not done so even though I was starving!, ” No Doctor I haven’t eaten. “Good then we can begin, make yourself comfortable in the chair and I will bring through the anesthetic machine from the store room, I tell you what, why don’t I give you one of the rubber aprons to wear that way you will know what it is like for the patient when they have to wear one”, how thoughtful I thought to myself putting me in the position of the patient. The dentist walked over to the hook and picked up one of the red rubber aprons, and with a loud rustling sound, shook the apron and proceeded to put it over me, the apron was indeed long it reached down over my body and down past knees. “Are you comfortable?”, the dentist asked, I nodded yes “Good I’ll go and fetch the gas machine”, the dentist walked out of the room and left me sitting in the chair, covered with a heavy rubber apron waiting for her to return . After a brief delay I could hear the dentist returning, but at the same time could hear a loud metallic clanking sound , all of a sudden the dentist appeared in the open door way pulling behind her a large metallic trolley, that must be the gas machine I thought, I could see a row of cylinders on either side , one side the cylinders were colored light blue and on the other side they were black with a white band around the top, I could vaguely make out some other things but my attention was drawn to the mass of black rubber tubing which came out of the top of the machine and behind, they looked like coiled snakes just before they strike I thought.

As the dentist pushed the gas machine nearer said,” I will position the gas machine in front of you that, way you can see what I will be doing when I give you the gas anesthetic , also it will allow you to familiarize yourself with the relevant components of the apparatus.”. She started to point out the main parts of the gas machine- the cylinders contained two different gases, the oxygen was stored in the black and white collared cylinders and the nitrous oxide which was the gas I will be given to put me to sleep were stored in the light blue cylinders .The dentist also pointed out the flow meters, there were 3 of them arranged in 3 vertical metallic gauges and as she showed me, as the gas flow was increased a black thin rod would appear in the gauge to show the percentage of gas flow. I was shown the glass bottle which contained a powerful liquid anesthetic called ether, this was used to keep the patient asleep for longer duration procedures , but Dr. Hoffman said that I wouldn’t be getting any . I was relieved to hear that as having heard about ether from relatives who had been given it to put them to sleep for surgical operations in hospital ,they told me how it’s strong , overpowering smell caused them to panic and struggle.

Dr. Hoffman continued to show me the gas machine ,she showed me the flat rubber bag what was called a reservoir bag and told me that when a patient breathed in or out ,the bag would mirror the action that way the doctor giving the anesthetic could see if there were any problems with the patients breathing. Finally she showed me the breathing circuit, she pulled out the two black rubber tubes from behind the machine, at the end where the ends of the two rubber tubes met I could see that they fitted onto a metallic Y shaped adaptor at one end was a rotary valve, which when turned would allow the flow of gas to the mask, underneath the adaptor I could see a plain piece of circular metal, ” That’s where the mask fits on, here let me show you,”, she leant over to the back of the machine to a small tray on top, she picked up a black rubber facemask and with a slight squeak fitted it onto the adaptor, ” I’ll be using this full face mask to give you the anesthetic, it’s designed to fit over both your nose and mouth, but usually I would use a nasal mask”, she leant over again to the tray and picked up a smaller mask, I could see that there were two thin rubber tubes one either side, leading away from the mask for approx 2 feet into a circular metallic adaptor which could be fitted onto the larger mask fitting as well.

Having told me all that I should know about the gas machine, Dr. Hoffman asked “Are you ready for me to begin your gas anesthetic?”, “Yes doctor”, I replied “OK then here we go, now because it’s just you and me after I have placed the mask on your face and made sure that it’s comfortable I will be using a head harness to keep it in position, that way it will be easier for me to keep an eye on the machine adjustments as I give you the gas”, she leant over the machine and came back holding a large odd shaped piece of black rubber, it was triangular shaped but had a strip of rubber coming out at each point, each strip was about 10 inches long and had a number of holes along it’s length. She asked me to lean my head forward so that she could place the harness in position, I did so and could feel the harness being placed behind my head. “Right I think every things ready here”, she remarked.

Now I’m going to begin with just the oxygen, that way it will you a chance to get used to the mask over your face, she turned to the machine and picked up the black rubber face mask, as she brought the mask closer to my face I could see the two rubber tubes going from the mask to the gas machine, sway with the movement, all of a sudden the mask was there in front of my face, I could look into it’s deep confines and just make out the hole from where the gas would come through , also I could smell the rubber of the mask, strong but at the same time strangely pleasant. “Ready?”, asked the dentist and so I replied that I was as ready as I would ever be!, the black rubber mask came ever closer until it was actually touching my face, “Is it comfortable ?”,she asked and I nodded that it was OK, she smiled and said “Right now you are going to feel some pressure on your face as I connect the head harness ,just try to relax and breathe normally, as I breathed in and out I could hear my breaths echoing in the mask and the tubes leading back to the gas machine, I could also see the rubber reservoir bag responding to my breathing.. in out, in and out, the pressure on my face suddenly increased as the harness was fixed to the mask, first of all, I could feel as one of the rubber straps was brought one side of my head, then the other side and finally I felt it as the remaining strap was brought up over my head and fixed to the top of the mask. “Is it too tight?”, she asked, no I responded it wasn’t too bad. “Now for the gas!!” she remarked.

She turned to the machine and with a loud hiss she turned on the valve of one of the oxygen cylinders, she then turned her attention to the flow meter and set a flow , I could see the black rod inside start to indicate that there was a flow of gas going through, at the same time I noticed that the rubber reservoir bag seemed to jump to life and quickly started to inflate to the size of a large football, at the same time it suddenly became a lot easier for me to breathe in the thick confines of the rubber mask now strapped firmly over my face, “That’s the oxygen”, she said “I’ll leave you like that for a few minutes before I start the anesthetic gas. I just sat there in the dental chair, wearing a heavy red rubber apron, with a black rubber facemask strapped to my face connected to an anesthetic machine breathing oxygen, I looked at the two lengths of black rubber tubing going from the mask adaptor to the gas machine, I wondered if I were to move my head would the rubber hoses do their swaying ?, I moved my head to one side towards the gas machine and the rubber tubing started to sway as I did so- how funny I thought.

My train of thought was interrupted by the dentist Dr. Hoffman saying “Ok now that you are used to the mask and breathing from the gas machine I’m going to start the nitrous oxide, keep on breathing normally”. She turned to the anesthetic machine and turned the valve on top of one of the light blue cylinders, there was a loud hiss as the nitrous oxide started to run through the system, she then went to one of the vertical flowmeters and turned the rotary control on top, I could see the black rod showing a percentage of flow of nitrous oxide. Almost immediately I detected a change in the smell inside of the rubber facemask strapped over my face, I could still smell the rubber of the mask but at the same time there was a new smell, slightly sweet and sickly but nothing to worry me, certainly not enough to cause me to try to struggle and escape from the chair as I did as a child.

I was just sitting there concentrating on breathing the nitrous oxide through the rubber mask when after a few minutes the smell increased and the dentist said “You will have noticed that I have increased the concentration of anesthetic gas , time is getting on and so I’m getting close to putting you to sleep, I will be increasing the concentration after every few breaths and then I have a surprise for you, true to her word after a few more breaths from the rubber mask the smell inside increased, I could see the rubber bag inflating and deflating with my breathing, at the same time the sound of my breathing through the mask and hoses seemed to be getting very loud almost like water running downing a waterfall, I could feel my head beginning to spin and I had this urge to close my eyes because they were beginning to feel sooo heavy, I noticed that Dr. Hoffman was leaning very close to me and then with a smile, she turned back to the anesthetic machine and reached out her hand to the control on the glass bottle that contained the ether!!, ‘NO I thought you said no ether!, but before I had time to react, the dentists hand turned the control and as she did so I immediately detected the strong , overpowering smell of the ether-it was very sickly and it was causing me to gag and cough, it was so strong that it obliterated the smell of the anesthetic gas and rubber mask, but after only a few breaths of ether I could feel the darkness coming on of the approaching anesthetic sleep and with a roar of sound I was under!!

—” I awoke to the voice of Dr. Hoffman “wake up ,wake up now Colin”, at the same time she was patting the side of my face, I slowly regained my senses and as I did so I could feel that the rubber mask was still strapped over my face but instead of the strong smell of ether , or the sweet smell of the nitrous oxide there was just the smell of the rubber mask, “Your only breathing oxygen it will help you to regain full consciousness and at the same time clear your head of the anesthetic gas and ether, just remain seated in the chair for a 10 more minutes then you should be recovered enough to get up”, she said and so I stayed in the chair for the 10 minutes and then it was time for me to get out of the chair. Dr. Hoffman leant over me and undid the straps of the mask harness and removed the rubber facemask from my face, she lifted the mask off and as she did I could hear the hiss of the oxygen coming into the mask from the anesthetic machine, she draped the mask and twin hoses over the long cylinder bracket and as she did so they swayed until they had settled, she then turned to the oxygen flow meter and turned the control knob to turn the flow of oxygen off, as that happened the hiss of the gas coming through the mask and at the same time I looked down to the rubber reservoir bag as it started to deflate until it was completely flat.

Dr. Hoffman leant over me and removed the red rubber apron ,and then carried it back over to the hook and hung it up. “Well Colin how did you find your gas anesthetic, was it as you remember as a child?” “No Dr. Hoffman it was nothing like having gas when I was a child, then I felt smothered and as if I was being suffocated when the mask went over my face, but today was much better so much so that if I had to have a tooth extracted I would come to see you, but, I do have a question, why did I get the ether even though you said that I wouldn’t?” “Yes I’m sorry about that, it was taking so long for the anesthetic gas to have any effect on you that I had no choice ,but to move things along a bit quicker than I would have liked, anyway it’s all over and now we have only half an hour until the patients start to arrive.

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