Early Morning Play Session
I sit here typing this listening to every creaky sound my red PVC catsuit makes as I type. It’s been ages since I’ve worn it. It has a sweet smell to it. One that reminds me of the years I’ve been wearing it yet the vinyl still smells brand new. It’s a bright, glossy, shiny red. So I must admit I look a little silly sitting here in my home office that’s very professionally appointed and furnished. Normally I close the doors to my office and I switch into my business professional mode for the rest of the day. But not today. As I pull off the second layer of latex gloves I have on, leaving just a thin pair of green nitrile gloves, to make it easier to type, it hits me that I should put down my thoughts on paper to share with all of you.
I woke up early for unknown reasons this morning. Sunlight was just breaking and I was lying in bed ready to get up and face the day. It was shaping up to be a beautiful morning with not a cloud in the sky. I took off the vinyl onesie I slept in last night and set it aside to dry off. My diaper was perfectly dry (they’re always dry… it’s not like I NEED to wear them) so I decided to leave it on. As I always do, I walked to the kitchen and made my oh-so-cherished first cup of coffee of the morning. I walked down the hall and up the stair to my beautiful office that sits off of the loft that overlooks my 2 ½ story great room where I normally spend my evenings. Though, off the other side of the loft is where my playroom is. I generically refer to it as my Operating Room or OR. It’s the room that I am going to one day have looking just like an old classic hospital OR. But that’s a blog for another day. As I walked through the doors to my office it hits me that I am just not ready to sit down for the day and get started. Hey, I’m the owner of this new company so I am allowed to make those kinds of decisions. I decide to head off to my playroom. I don’t have anything specific in mind to do so I just being like I do any solo session. That starts with getting dressed appropriately, in this case a rubber hospital exam gown, and strapping myself to my OR table. I can do the ankles and all of the body straps and still leave myself with one hand ready to undo it all. I use a quick-release clip on the leather cuff that normally adorns my right wrist when I am on the table. I decide on something simple today… just anal beads and some penis pumping. It’s complimented nicely when I crack open some nitrous canisters and breath them from the rebreathing bag on my anesthesia circuit. It’s not like we get at the dentist, but hey, whippets still have a major purpose in our world. I lie there just enjoying the gentle pressure from the pump, my eyes closed, breathing through he mask, just listening to my breath flowing through the tubes. It’s relaxing, serene, and peaceful. I think if it was in a different situation I could sleep. The nitrous starts to wear off and I get track of the time. It’s time to take the pump off and go sit down at the computer to get some work done. I decide against leaving the rubber gown on… It just can get too hot when you plan on wearing it for extended periods of time. So here I sit now then, the red catsuit in all it’s shiny glory, a comfy pair of large silicone anal beads, a nice tight and dry diaper, wondering if the world gets any better that it already is at this wonderful moment.
My Very First Attempt at Writing a Fetish Story (Circa 1996)
Kelly, a sexually depraved young woman, is told by a friend about a wonderful friend she has met that is a practicing doctor. She gets his number and eventually gets around to calling him. Kelly shows up at Doug’s house, knowing that he is a lover of role-playing, and they proceed to get to know each other. After talking they decide to go ahead and engage in the activities. They go down the stairs to Doug’s basement/dungeon. Doug likes to seduce his partners with an environment of a medical examination. It is set up just like a doctor’s office. A cold, drab, scary place that is sure to turn on anyone. Doug tells Kelly to go behind the curtain and change into the gown that is laid on the table. Frightened, she walks behind the curtain, where there are various outfits ranging from simple surgical scrubs all the way to full latex catsuits. Doug preferred latex for the outfits they used due to it impervious nature. She strips down to her bare body, almost freezing because of the room and places the paper gown on her body. She comes back out into the main room where she is told to lay down on the examination table. The examination table sits right next to a very odd looking chair that Kelly is sure he uses for the same purposes. Doug, now dressed in a very professional looking lab coat, starts a full exam of every inch of her body. She can tell he has some sort of oil on his hands. It is warm and it relaxes Kelly almost to the point unconsciousness. He contuse to rub down her whole body, paying particular attention to her breasts, feeling every inch, touching it sensually, arousing both himself and Kelly. After a full examination of the front of her body, Kelly is told to turn over. She fears to ask what the doctor is going to do in case he may decide to stop. He once again rubs down every inch of her body to the point where she is relaxed totally. Even though she is in such a vulnerable position, she had never felt this way before. Reluctantly, she turns over and closes her eyes as so she is not aware of what is going on. The last thing she saw was Doug walking over to a large cabinet and some other drawers. She hears the “doctor” putting on a pair of latex rubber gloves. The snap of the rubber made her cringe. Then she felt the cold sensation of Vaseline being applied all around and in her anal area. She felt so odd and helpless here, but this is exactly what she wanted. He takes her temperature with a standard rectal thermometer just to check her reaction to having a foreign object in her rear. He place sit in almost to the point where he would have trouble removing the probe. He waits a few minutes. He finishes with the temperature after observing that it does not bother her to any high degree. He removes the thermometer and returns it to the cabinet, giving Kelly time to relax. Doug tells Kelly that he is going to give her an enema and not to worry about anything because even if she didn’t enjoy it, it would do her no harm. He removes the necessary equipment from the cabinet and chooses a small bardex nozzle so as not to frighten her and so she will have no trouble holding the solution. Kelly once again feels the sensation of the cold Vaseline being rubbed around her anal area. She takes a couple of deep breaths to prepare for the nozzle being inserted. The nozzle is then gently placed in her anus as she breaths out preparing for the rush. Just as she has accepted the feeling in her mind of what it is going to be like, Doug places the nozzle in fully and stops to let her rest. Then, the clamp is opened and the solution begins to slowly rush into her body. She has never had an enema before. And even though it’s a new experience, it pleases her to a great degree. It is such an embarrassing moment for her to feel this way, but she is always submissive at first. She like sot see for far her partner will go before she reverses roles. the enema is finished after a few minutes, but what seems like hours to Kelly, and Doug carefully inflates the bulb on the nozzle. This makes the are seal off so that there is no risk of letting the enema go. He lets her lay on the table for about 20 minutes to let the enemas take effect. He then removes the nozzle. He places his gloved finger into her anus to make sure none of the solution comes out. He also feels around slightly in the anus stimulating both of them even farther. Kelly has the sudden urge to run to the bathroom, but she is convinced by Doug to let the solution take effect. Also, she has almost no energy left because of the effect the enema had on her body. “GO behind the curtain and change out of the gown and into the catsuit on the table”, she is told by the obviously stimulated doctor. He removed his finger from her anus realizing that the enema is no longer in danger of being prematurely released. Kelly sits up on the table and slowly works for way to her feet. She’s not exactly sure what to do because she knows she will not be able to hold in the enema very much longer. Still, she decided to go along with everything and place the catsuit on. It is a clear latex catsuit that covers every inch of her body all the up to the top of her neck. As she slides into the catsuit, she can feel her whole body tense up. This is always what she had imagined. Wearing a second skin was just what she wanted right now. Since it was clear, she could see very inch of her now trembling body. the catsuit has built in gloves and boots so that it will cover completely. She zips up the back of the suit and walks around to the front of the curtain. Doug yells through a door and tells her to come into the other room. The other room is set up like a hospital operating room, so clean, so sterile. Every piece of equipment you could imagine was there. Kelly walks into the room where she notices Doug is dressed in full surgical attire, with a fresh pair of latex gloves. She once again sits down on the table. He walks over and places various devices to monitor different things such as blood pressure, heart rate, pulse, and various other items. The thought of what was going on made her lose control of her rectum and bladder. The warm feeling of liquids in the suit was a comforting one. She is now very frightened to all of the endless possibilities than might occur, but she is too caught up in the fact that she let go of the enema in the suit that she had no idea how long she would be forced to wear. She has no idea how long she will be stuck in the suit and she is embarrassed by the fact that she used the bathroom in it. TH whole time, she keeps defecating in the suit. she is laid down on the table where she is strapped down on every area of her body which in turn ceases all movement. First a strap is placed across her chest, then across her waist, then around her thighs so that her legs will still be spread apart. Her lower legs are then strapped so she has no lower body movement. A cervical collar is placed on her neck so that she cannot bend her neck. But this wasn’t good enough for Doug. He then continued and placed a strap across her forehead. She is now totally immobile. she is terrified and starting to question what is going on. But Doug just tells her not to worry about anything as he places an oxygen mask over her face. This was a little to strange for her. What was the point of oxygen? Meanwhile Kelly has gone to the bathroom again into the catsuit that is sealed all the way to her neck. She can feel the liquid running down her back and her legs. This, for some reason that she cannot grasp, stimulates her greatly. The idea of being sealed in a suit with her own excretions is too much for her to handle and she in turns achieves an orgasm. Doug starts to feel her body again, every inch that he can handle! the latex gloves slide wonderfully up and down her latex covered body. He is still in his surgical gown, cap, and mask. she is very frightened by the fact that is face is not visible to her. It just makes her uneasy. He then places a vacuum pump on an attachment on the suit and begins to remove all the air from the suit. This also removes the enema solution that is lying in the suit. The vacuum pump is left running as he unstraps her from the table. As he unstraps her he turns her over and unzips the suit and gives her another enema. He then places what looks like a plastic sleeping bag on the table. It is an inflatable body bag. He places her in the body bag and begins to seal it up. Then, darkness! She cannot see a thing. Just a small mask still on her face so that she can breathe. She then starts to feel the bag inflate! It’s get’s tighter and tighter to the point where she can now not move. She again releases the enema in the vacuumed catsuit. She falls asleep and wakes up shortly after. As she comes to, she is once again, strapped down to the table. As the oxygen she is breathing is removed, she presumes the session is over. She relaxes for a few minutes before Doug returns and tightens the straps holding her to the table. then, Doug places another mask over her nose and mouth. She is given a very mild amount of anesthesia, which because of her already weakened state, she eventually falls asleep. She soon wakes to find Doug sitting on the very table she was just strapped to. Except now, he is wearing the catsuit, full of her remnants of the enema and the fluids that have been secreted from her clit. He too is intrigued by the fecal matter touching his body. He already has an enema placed in his anus, ready for Kelly to release. Since every inch of his body is now covered by latex, the suit is airtight. But they can see inside of the suit Kelly was dressed in the surgical attire while she was asleep. But under it, she is wearing another latex suit that still covers every inch of her body. She is now the one that gets to do the operating. She decides to perform the same type of procedure with him. She straps him down to the table violently. It almost hurts him because of the tightness of the straps. He tells her what to do with all the equipment that he just used to play with her. the feeling makes him loose all function of his bladder and he urinates in his suit. He tells Kelly that he can no longer stand the enema nozzle in his anus and to release the solution. Because of the height of the bag, the solution is sent rushing into his body. It immediately starts to take effect and he feels the need to release it. She then opens the crotch of the catsuit and places a vibrator sleeve on his cock, and then seals the suit once again. the vibrator is turned on and just as he falls asleep, he has the best orgasm of his life. While he is asleep, she decides that it is time for her to leave. She doesn’t even take the catsuit off, she just leaves it on and places her clothes over top of it. However, before leaving she gives Doug another enema and another right after it. He’s holding two enemas now and the pain is just too intense to hold. He stomach is bulged out to the point that he looks pregnant./
The Visit (Written by me in 1997)
Don Hall was a young man, about twenty years old. He’s a very successful student and a very active guy. He’s always had friends, but never any real close ones. And he’s never had any close relations especially with women. He really hasn’t been feeling too well lately so he decides to go and see the doctor to get a checkup. He’s still new to this new college town so he is not familiar with any of the physicians. Especially the one he chose to see—Dr. Malone.
After sitting in the waiting room for some time, the receptionist decides to get him to do all the paper work that needs to be done. This is exactly the kind of crap Don hates to deal with. Just bureaucratic bullshit! He hates this crap and begins to feel even more uptight about seeing Dr. Malone. A large nurse, wearing a greenish shirt and matching pants steps through the doorway. “Don Hall please.” With little hesitation, Don gets up and walks to the door. “Come with me please.” Don follows. She leads him down a long hallway to an exam room that is unoccupied. “Have a seat and the doctor will be with you shortly.” “Okay, thanks”, Don utters softly.
As expected he is looking all around the room. Obviously wondering what is behind every cabinet and in every drawer. Then there is a knock at the door and in walks a beautiful woman. “Damn it, another nurse”, he thinks. “Hi, I’m Dr. Malone.” Don was expecting an older man, but not this goddess of a woman. She was very tall. Taller than Don by a few inches. She had long, light brown hair, incredible breasts, and the perfect body size. “What seems to be the problem?”, she asked. “Well, I just haven’t been feeling right lately. I’ve been kind of down about things and real irritable lately. And physically I haven’t been feeling the greatest either.” “How long have you been feeling like this?” “Probably about a month or so now.” “Okay then, let’s see what’s going on.” She takes his blood pressure and pulse and is clearly not pleased with the results. She then takes his temperature in his mouth and notes all the results on his chart. “Well, I’ve got good and bad news for you. What first?” “The bad I guess”, he says reluctantly. “I’m afraid that we’re going to have to check you in to the hospital for some tests.” “And the good news is that you’re kidding right?”, Don says with a little uncertainty in his voice. “No, the good news is that I am almost sure that I can treat you.” But I can’t…” “Yes you can. I am calling to make the necessary arrangements. When you leave here I would like you to go over there and get all checked in.” “Well, if I have to then I will, but what is wrong?” “Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing too serious. We’ll get it all worked out.”
Don leaves the office and is really worrying that something is terribly wrong. He is almost sick to his stomach when he arrives at the hospital. After doing all the paper work and other crap at the registration desk, he is told to go and have a seat in the waiting room. He’s got his head buried in a magazine when he hears a voice in the doorway. “Donald Hall.” “Yes?” “Come with me please. We’re going to get you up to your room and get you settled. Dr. Malone will be in later this afternoon.” She takes him to a room on the very top floor of the hospital. He is puzzled by the fact that this wing of the hospital is almost empty. The rest of the wing is just filled with a bunch of closed doors. “Here you go. Just change into he gown on the bed and you can put all your personal belongings in the cabinet next to the bed. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He still has no clue about what is going on as he changes into the gown. Still very unsure and uptight about the situation, he sits on the bed and tries to calm down.
This time a different nurse comes in and tells Don to just relax and get comfortable until the doctor arrives. “What section of the hospital is this?” The nurse slowly replies, “These are all Dr. Malone’s patients.” “what do you mean?” “Please just lay back and relax.” She then hurries out the door.
Dr. Malone finally shows up about an hour later. “How are you feeling Don?” “Well, fine I guess but I really want to know what’s going on!” “Don’t worry about it. We’ll take great care of you here. We’re going to get you down into an exam room and run some tests.” Another nurse walks into the room. “This is Nurse Kelly. She’ll be assisting me today.” Two orderlies come in pushing a gurney. “Go ahead and slide over here and we’ll get you down to your room.” The two men help Don over onto the gurney and they begin to roll him down the hall. As they get to the exam room they then help him up onto the exam table. “Just sit tight and someone will be right with you.”
Nurse Kelly walks into the room by herself. She is wearing a long, green, surgical-type gown and a cap that covers all her long brown hair. Around her neck is a mask loosely tied around it. As she walks in another nurse, also totally covered by gown, cap, and mask, walks in pushing a very large cart that is covered with a few drapes. Hiding whatever is on it from sight. “You can leave now Nurse, the Dr. And I can handle this one.” The other nurse then quickly leaves the room. She walks over to where Don is sitting on the table and unties the back of his gown. “What is that for?” “Please just cooperate with me.” “Please let me leave it on.” “It has to come off and if you’re not going to cooperate with me, I’ll make sure it comes off and stays off!” Slowly Don starts to pull the gown off and notices that Kelly is now tying her mask up over her nose and mouth. He then hears a snap and notices that she also has put on a pair of latex gloves. As she walks back to the table she starts massaging every inch of his body to get him to try to relax. The feeling of her gloved hands starts to give him a slight erection. “Roll over please.” “Excuse me?” “Roll over onto your front side please,” she says sternly. She then gets a tube of lubricant from he cart and squeezes some onto her gloved finger. She starts to rub it all over his anus and then shoves her fingers up inside as far as they can go. She then grabs a thermometer from the cart and works it slowly into place. Don has no clue what to think so he just lays there very still and very quiet. She removes the thermometer after a few minutes, just as Dr. Malone walks in. She is also totally covered. The only way Don knows who it is was because of her great height. “Temperature looks normal but there were some severe blockages that I could feel. What would you like to do?” Colonic irrigation would seem to be the trick.” “I agree.” “Have you ever had an enema Don?” “A what!”, as he looks over at the two of them. “What for?” “It’s just part of the treatment I have ordered.” “I refuse to stay here any longer!” “Okay then. Just please relax and we’ll talk about what we’re going to do.” The doctor casually nods to the nurse and she quietly prepares a syringe with a light sedative in it. Dr. Malone and Don are trying to work out their differences to each other when he feels a prick in his arm. “Relax Mr. Hall. This will take affect very quickly.” He jumps off of the table and tries to run for the door but the drug is already starting to take affect. He collapses to the floor.
When he wakes up, he is back on the exam table. This time he is strapped down very tightly. He has a cervical collar around his neck and a strap across his forehead. Also there is one across his chest, one across his waist, one around each thigh and one around each ankle. There were also restraints around his wrist. He absolutely couldn’t move. They also had placed a breathing mask over his nose and mouth. After they had him in place, they placed a large double bardex nozzle in his ass and had all the vacuum lines in place for the colonic. “You wouldn’t do it the easy way, so now you’ll have to do it our way. Just relax and the treatment will be over real soon.” Since Don is fighting against the restraints, the doctor tells Nurse Kelly to turn on some laughing gas. The gas won’t knock him out but we’ll make him space out to what is going on. He has no choice but to just accept the enema. After about 4 quarts have been pumped into him, he obviously looks like he is pregnant from all the water. It is now time to remove the solution. The water is very soapy so he is starting to crap very seriously.
“We’re gonna be done here in just a few more minutes.” She then inserts a very large suppository in his ass and places him in a diaper. She removes the mask from his face and says, “We’ll see you in the morning”. The nurse then injects him with another strong sedative. As he is drifting off to sleep, the orderlies are putting him back on the gurney.
He wakes up many hours later this time on what he thinks is an operating room table. He is still tied down but the restraints have been loosened. The Doctor and Nurse walk in followed by a few more nurses. All of them are wearing clear latex suits under their gowns. They are so shiny and you can see through the parts that are not covered by the gowns. “How are you feeling?” Don does not know how to answer. One of the nurses comes over and starts to put an IV in his arm. They then take his arms and strap them down to the armboards to the sides of the table. As this is happening, two other nurses are putting his feet up in the stirrups and pulling his knees almost up to his chest. His legs are then strapped down again. Some more tubes are once again placed in his ass but he is helpless to fight it. They place a mask over his face again as they re hooking him up to different heart monitors and such. He cannot see the nurses faces because they are all covered by their masks. He is totally naked on the table, not even a blanket covering him. One of the nurse leans over him from the top and places a cold stethoscope on his chest. Another takes his blood pressure. “Nice just relax, and this will be over very shortly.” The nurses then injects something into his IV, and he feels himself slowly falling asleep. When he wakes up he is in the same room, but now he is clothed. Only by a diaper. The nurse have put him in a diaper and have left him on the table. Then, he hears the doors open. The nurse are walking in again, still fully covered. One walks over and rips off his diaper. The other injects him with a very light sedative just enough to make him a little drowsy, but still conscious. Then, they start playing with his cock. Rubbing it up and down and squeezing it. Don is helpless to fight back! One nurse, slowly climbs on top of him, and begins to violently rape him. He tries to yell out, but no one can hear him. Finally, all eight of the nurses have taken their turn on top of him. Just as they are finished, he is knocked out again.
When Don comes to, he is lying in a hospital bed back in his room. “Hello sleepy head.” Dr. Malone has returned. We can’t seem to find anything wrong with you. But if you could come back next weekend, we will need to run some more tests.,
The Evil Nurse
Karla was passing the Nurses’ Lounge when she heard sobbing from within. She opened the door slowly and peaked inside. One of the candy stripers, a girl named Doris, was sprawled on one of the couches, bawling her eyes out… “What on earth is the matter, dear?” Karla said as she walked over to the girl, sitting beside her.
Doris looked up, face streaked with tears and cheap eyeliner, her mouth locked in a downward curving crescent shape. “Its…its…that girl in room 14B,” she blubbered, lip quivering, “She’s so terrible to us…she calls us names and threatens to get us fired…” Karla had only just returned from a vacation in the Bahamas, and she had this to deal with on her first day back. As of yet, she was unfamiliar with the occupant of room 14B. “Well, don’t you worry anymore,” Karla said, putting her arm around Doris’ shoulders, “I’ll drop in on…what’s her name?” “Jenna…Jenna Berkley…” Doris replied, her sobs moderately reduced, “T-thanks, Karla…”
Karla patted Doris’ cheek and strode out of the lounge purposefully in the direction of 14B. She stopped off at the Nurses’ station and examined Jenna Berkley’s chart. She was 17, apparently had a yeast infection and had been admitted at her parents’ request so that she could get “optimum care”. Well, thought, Karla, I’ll see to it that she gets taken care of… Chart in hand, Karla continued on her way to 14B from where, as she approached, she could hear music blaring. She stood in the doorway for a moment. Jenna stood at the window, her back to the door, bobbing her head jerkily to the punk music blasting out of a large radio she had placed at the foot of the bed.
“Excuse me,” Karla said in a no-nonsense monotone. Jenna was oblivious, or perhaps was ignoring her intentionally. “I said, excuse me!” Karla said louder this time, stepping into the room. Jenna turned around, a f@ck-you smirk on her face. “Yeah? Is it dinner time or something?” “That music is just a little too loud,” Karla moved towards the bed to turn down the volume, but Jenna beat her to it, adjusting the volume minutely. “Better?” she said with a sneer. “This is a hospital…” Karla started. “…Yeah, and I’m one of the patients!” Jenna snapped back, “My daddy is paying good money for me to be here, so back the f@ck up, bitch!”
Karla was momentarily startled by the girl’s foul mouth. She had expected a troublemaker, true, but this one took the cake. Karla quickly snatched the radio’s plug out of the wall socket, cutting off the music in mid-shriek. “That will be quite enough,” she said, voice tinged with menace, “Rich daddy or not, you are going to behave on my floor…savvy?” Karla advanced on the girl as if to grab her only to get a foot in her midsection. Jenna followed up with a stiff-finger jab to Karla’s diaphragm, sending the nurse sprawling backwards… “Don’t you ever try to touch me, c*nt!” Jenna snarled, crouching in anticipation of striking again.
Karla half-stumbled out the door just as Dr.Juha, the handsome young Finnish intern was approaching. “Is everything alright?” he said, placing a hand on Karla’s hip to help steady her. Karla was still catching her breath. She pointed into the room where she now saw, to her disgust, Jenna sitting innocently on the edge of the bed, radio stashed beneath it. “She…I…” Karla stammered. “Is everything alright, Jenna?” the young doctor queried, stepping into the room and leaving Karla swaying outside. “Everything’s fine, doctor,” Jenna said in a little girl voice, “I think the nice nurse slipped on something…she ran smack right into the door…” “Oh she’ll be fine,” Dr.Juha said, smiling, “And you’ll be fine, too. You get to go home tomorrow after a good night’s rest.”
Karla was thoroughly disgusted, and limped away. Doris hadn’t told her half of it. This Jenna Berkley would need a real attitude adjustment. All in good time, Karla thought, mind racing with schemes…
Karla’s shift ended at midnight. By now the requisite sedative that all the patients received would have kicked in, and she made sure that Jenna Berkley had gotten an extra dose in her dinner. She would be zoned by now. While the next shift’s nurses were still sorting themselves out in the lounge, Karla crept into Jenna’s room. She was sleeping soundly enough, mouth agape. Karla peaked back out into the hall. No one was watching. In a swift maneuver, she lifted the girl out of the bed and hustled down the hallway to exit stairs with her burden, puffing and panting with the effort. Safely inside the stairwell, Karla grabbed the girl under the arms and dragged her up the steps to the floor above…the surgical wing! No one would be there at this time of night unless an emergency case came in. Karla decided to take the chance… Karla stopped to catch her breath then continued dragging Jenna into the surgical prep room where patients were sedated and cleaned up before being taken into the OR. In a final effort, Karla heaved Jenna up onto a gurney that was always kept there.
Karla produced a hypodermic from her pocket. It contained a dose of stimulant that would rouse the slumbering Jenna just in time for her special treatment. She jabbed the needle into the girl’s hip, eliciting a grunt from her in response. Karla smiled to herself in anticipation of the fun to come. Jenna moaned softly as she began to stir. Karla in the meantime had strapped the girl’s wrists and ankles to the gurney. “W-wha?” Jenna babbled as she came around, “Where…” She blinked up at the painfully bright operatory light above her, still unsure of her surroundings or even her consciousness. “You’ve had a serious development with your infection,” Karla said, leaning down over the girl, “I’m afraid we’ll have to operate…” At that, Jenna’s awareness increased dramatically. “What are you talking about?” She said, the stimulant having brought her out of her dazed state, “I-I feel fine…” Then she saw Karla and she knew all was not kosher. Karla snapped on a pair of latex gloves then proceeded to tie her surgical mask in place.
“Hold on…” Jenna said, her voice rising to a shriek, “HOLD ON A MINUTE!” “Now there’s no need to get upset,” Karla said, turning away for a moment to pull an anesthesia trolley up to the head of the gurney, “You won’t feel a thing…well, eventually…” Jenna jerked at her restraints. She lifted her head up to scream, only to have it forced back down by a large black rubber anesthesia mask that Karla shoved onto her face. Her cries were muffled sufficiently, and Karla let her continue screaming since she hadn’t started any oxygen or gas flow yet. Jenna would smother if she kept it up. Sweat was beading on the girl’s forehead, her eyes bulging as she struggled to get air into her lungs. “Now are you going to behave?” asked Karla sarcastically.
Jenna jerked her head back and forth, but Karla’s control of the mask was total, keeping it in place despite Jenna’s struggles. When she was certain that Jenna would breathe anything she pumped to her, Karla started a low flow of oxygen and nitrous oxide. Jenna gulped the mixture without resistance, only realizing as the room began to spin that she was being gassed. It wasn’t long before her struggles subsided. “That’s a good girl,” Karla said, easing her grip on the mask slightly. Once she was sure Jenna wouldn’t offer too much resistance, she attached the mask harness and went back out into the hallway to make sure the coast was still clear. All was still. It was time for the treatment to begin in earnest.
Back in the prep room, Jenna moaned softly, her only protest now. Her eyes followed Karla’s movements, frequently fluttering as she tried to maintain focus. She mumbled something, but it was unintelligible through the thick rubber of the mask. “Its Ok…just relax…” Karla reduced the nitrous flow, flushing the mask now with oxygen. Again Jenna shook her head from side to side in an attempt to dislodge the mask. Karla grabbed both sides of the girl’s head, holding it steady, then stared down at her. “It’s a shame you won’t remember this come morning,” said Karla coldly, “And no doubt you’ll go back to being the same spoiled bitch that you were, but I want you to know that at this moment your life is in my hands! She released her grip on Jenna’s head and produced a hypodermic. “See this?” Karla said, tapping the hypo with her finger, “Its called curare. It will paralyze you to the point that you won’t be able to breathe without MY help…understand?”
Jenna’s eyes widened in terror, then shut tightly as she screamed with all her might. The mask muffled it sufficiently. At that, Karla jabbed the needle into Jenna’s shoulder without further ado. Again the girl screamed, but it changed quickly into more of a pathetic gurgle as her muscles began to succumb to the drug’s effects. Soon she was gasping for air. In truth, Karla had given her a small dose of the drug, just enough to induce panic…and she had achieved that quite nicely. Jenna could only stare up at her, her breathing shallow and strained. Wasting no time, Karla took the turgid rebreathing bag in hand and squeezed a lungful of oxygen into Jenna. Her trained hand continued rhythmically pumping the bladder, slow and surely. Jenna’s relief was only evident in her eyes, wide and staring but no longer rolling in abject panic.
Karla continued this for several minutes, sometimes squeezing slower, sometimes faster, just enough that Jenna was never sure when her next lungful of precious air would come. Karla knew that someone would be checking the beds soon and she had to get Jenna back. “Well, sweetie, its nite-nite time for real now. Wouldn’t want any more upset nurses on your account, now would we?” Karla whispered harshly.
She turned on the flurothane now, about 5% of the mixture, then switched over to the automatic ventilator. Jenna’s brow wrinkled slightly as the machine took over her breathing, alarmed at the mechanical precision. But within moments her eyelids began to droop, then finally close as the potent anesthetic agent took effect. So as to insure Jenna’s amnesia, Karla injected her with a light dose of sodium pentothal. She removed the mask and took a moment to look at the sleeping girl. In her present state she was almost angelic, proving that you really couldn’t judge a book by its cover. Certain that the girl wouldn’t feel anything, Karla slapped her face for good measure. “Sweet dreams, you little cunt.”
Karla was able to return Jenna to her bed without incident, and quickly left the hospital. By the time she came back on shift the next day, Jenna had gone home. Doris was doing her rounds, bright eyed and smiling. “Well, this is certainly an improvement from yesterday,” Karla said to her.
“That awful girl went home today, you know,” Doris replied, “And it seemed like she was, well, different. No more cursing or spitting or anything like that. She seemed almost scared. One of the nurses said the girl had had a really nightmare or something last night.” “Most likely it was a bad reaction to the sedative,” Dr.Juha piped in, walking out of the nurses’ station. He looked at Karla for a moment, smiled, then continued down the hall. He stopped suddenly and turned around. Karla felt her blood run cold… “Care to join me for lunch, Doris?” The candy striper squealed in delight while Karla breathed a quiet sigh of relief. As the Dr.Juha and Doris walked away, Karla smiled wickedly then went about her duties…
Surgical Scrub
Karen walked confidently into the locker room. She’d been an O. R. nurse now for about five years, and she still thought it was the best part of the whole nursing profession. Ever since her very first time in the O. R. as a nurse, though, she’d noticed a certain, well, strangeness, about the way it made her feel. Worse, in the last year since she started the anesthesiology track at the university, that feeling had become stronger. She contemplated this some more as she grabbed a set of scrubs and sat down in front of her locker and began removing her street clothes. She kicked off her loafers and began wriggling out of her jeans. As she pulled on her scrub pants, she wondered if any of the other nurses with whom she’d ever worked felt the same way. Well, there’d been at least one, she was fairly certain.
She thought back to that very first time in the O.R. She had been working on her RN degree, holding down a full-time job, and trying to keep her head above water through it all. Tired and sore, she had not exactly looked forward to being on her feet for several more hours after work, and in truth she was rather dreading it, what with all the mystique surrounding the operating room. And then there were the rumors about one of the O.R. nurses…
But it was required, and it was available now after one of the other students had taken sick at the last moment. No time even to think about it, really.
She’d sat through the requisite seminars on asepsis and didn’t think much more about the whole scene. The department figured that the best training was on-the-job training, and after three more BORING seminars on sterilization and post-op infections and whatever else, she was ready. But nothing had prepared her for the woman who met her as she walked into the scrub room that first time…
She walked into the locker room, not really certain of where she was going and certainly not of what to expect or what she should do. Lost, almost?
“May I help you?” a woman’s voice asked authoritatively, as though she really were not supposed to be there. Karen turned to see the speaker, a tall, athletic-looking woman in green scrubs and a cap. A mask hung untied under her chin. Karen felt immediately intimidated.
“Uh, yeah,” she began. “My name’s Karen Fl-” “Yes, you’re here in Emily’s place. She gave Karen a hard stare, as though she were looking at something disagreeable. “Right, then,” she continued. “Scrub clothes are here on this shelf and caps and masks there as you go into the scrub room. Get dressed; Maggie will be out in a moment to help you.” With that she turned and was gone.
Karen shook her head, trying to clear the memory. She unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall to the floor. She happened to glance in the mirror at the end of the row of lockers and gazed absently at her reflection. Clad now just in green surgical pants and her bra, she looked over herself. The past couple years of aerobics and karate were really toning up her body, she observed as she turned from side to side to get a good look at herself. Her breasts didn’t sag at all, even without a bra. Unconsciously she stood even straighter and thrust her chest out slightly. Instantly she felt her nipples harden, and she was suddenly acutely aware of where she was. A tinge of redness crept into her face. She turned from her image in the mirror and picked up her scrub top, slipping it over her head and tucking it into her pants. “Why does this have to happen NOW?” she wondered as she pulled the drawstring tight and tied it.
She was a registered nurse, and this was another day at work. Doing something she really liked, really, but nothing more. She picked up her street clothes and hung them in her locker, then headed for the scrub room. At the door she picked up a pair of shoe covers. As she bent to slip them on, she felt the fabric of her top stretch across her breasts, further compressing her already-hard nipples. She tried to ignore it as she tucked her short-cropped hair up into a cap, but it was no use. She reached for a mask, and felt butterflies in her stomach as she stretched the bottom edge snugly under her chin and tied it high on her head. The memory came flooding back.
The word “Dominatrix” or “Mistress” sprang suddenly to her mind. But now she was gone, leaving Karen in the charge of an older nurse, probably in her 50s. Karen suddenly didn’t want to be there, but it was too late now. The nurse handed her a cap, with instructions to be sure to get all her hair under it. “There we are. That’s good,” she said. “Now turn around for me.
“This is the mask, dear,” she explained, as she tied the mask tightly over Karen’s face. The mask drew tightly over her nose and mouth and a shiver went down her spine, clear to her tailbone. The nurse’s fingers lightly brushed the back of her neck as she finished tying it.
“We mustn’t spread our germs about, you know.”
Oh, how she had hated that.
“Very nice, dear. I’ll put mine on, then we’ll need to get you scrubbed.” She quickly tied on her own mask, and then, “Step to the sink for me, please.” She began lecturing about the importance of a good surgical scrub, and Karen soon found herself in orange soap suds practically up to her armpits. Karen began to drift, enjoying the sensation. But something seemed a little odd about it, the way the other nurse’s hands were all over her own, gently scrubbing, squeezing, caressing… Inexplicably, Karen felt herself growing more and more aroused. The feeling grew as they finished up and dried their hands.
Again she shook her head. She finished tying her mask, and stepped into the scrub room. Soon she finished and turned off the water with her elbow, then looked around for the scrub nurse. The room was empty. She turned toward the window into the O.R., and caught her own reflection in the glass. Masked and a cap, her hands up in front of her still dripping, the eyes in the glass stared back at her above that mask. Her thoughts were turning to that first time again when suddenly the door to the O.R. opened. Another nurse came in, gowned and gloved.
“Hi, Karen,” a familiar voice said. It was her roommate, Jenny.
“Hi, Jenn. Seen the scrub nurse?” Almost as an afterthought, she added, “What’re you doing here, anyway?” Jenny worked the pediatric ward.
“Oh, a little girl from my floor went in earlier, and she really wanted me there with her. Pretty scared,” she explained. “Liz is still in there,” she said of the scrub nurse. “You’re kind of early, aren’t you?”
“A little. Couldn’t sleep. Hey, could you help me finish up here?”
“Sure. Gown & gloves?”
Karen merely nodded, and watched as Jenny took out a gown and unfolded it for her. She held the gown for Karen as she thrust her arms into the sleeves. Suddenly she found herself fighting off a strong urge to wrap her arms around Jenny and… And what?!? Get a grip woman, Karen demanded of herself. The gown on, she turned around for Jenny to tie it.
Jenny took a package of gloves and ripped it open. Karen held her hands out as Jenny slipped first one, then the other, expertly over her outstretched hands. The Memory was coming back.
“Uh, Jenn?” Karen began as Jenny finished with her gloves. She felt like a fool, or an outcast, maybe a freak. She struggled to keep her voice even. “Will you be home tonight?”
“Yeah. You okay?” Jenny sounded concerned as she began removing her own gloves.
“I’m fine. I just need to… I mean, I’ve been…” Shit, Karen thought. “I don’t know. Just talk, I guess.” The last part she blurted out, as though it were a relief to be done with it.
“Okay,” Jenny answered. “I’ll be back by the time you get there.” She looked with some concern at her good friend. “Anything in particular?”
Karen rallied herself. This can wait, she ordered herself. “No. See you tonight.” She grinned behind her mask at Jenny. Nice friend, she thought to herself, and backed through the O.R. door, her gloved hands in the air in front of her.
“Gloves, now, hold your hands up for me… There. Don’t touch anything now; remember sterile to sterile and you’ll be just fine….” They entered the O.R, and Karen felt her heart going a mile a minute.
Maggie gave her a brief tour, but soon they began setting up. Then the patient was wheeled in by a couple of orderlies. Maggie droned on about sterile fields and what not, and draped the patient and scrubbed the area while talking.
Karen watched the anesthetist (a woman) put him under – the way she held the mask, tilted his head back. She felt as though she were in a trance, and she could feel her pussy getting damp. He’s completely in your power now, isn’t he, thought Karen.
And she was horny now, and couldn’t even TOUCH her crotch or tits. She felt her nipples hardenÖOh, how badly she wanted to touch, pinch, them. She looked at her hands, encased in the latex surgical gloves. What would it feel like to masturbate with these on? she thought fleetingly. The sudden intimacy and the clearness of the thought shocked her back into reality.
Half an hour later everyone was in place and ready. Karen took a deep breath. She knew what was coming as she walked over to the table, and she looked forward to it with a perverse sort of fascination. She took her seat on the stool at the patient’s head. She looked at her, an athletic young woman in her twenties, in for a knee operation because of an accident. Her name was Angie.
“How’re you doing?” Karen asked in a voice no one else could hear.
“Nervous,” was all she could manage.
“I know,” she began. “Just about everyone is, but you’re in good hands.” She picked up the anesthesia mask and shifted slightly on her stool as her pussy contracted involuntarily. “I’ll take good care of you.”
She tilted the woman’s head back and placed the mask firmly over her nose and mouth. “Just relax now and take some deep breaths for me.”
Angie looked up into Karen’s masked face and closed her eyes.
“Here we go, Angie,” Karen whispered, lightly caressing the woman’s cheek. Karen pressed the valve on the mask, flooding Angie’s lungs with the power anesthetic.
And so it went, and very soon Karen shifted into her professional mindset, banishing entirely all the sexual connotations she’d brought to her vocation over the last several years.
* * *
Maggie and The Mistress and Karen were the last ones left. Karen went to the locker room to change. She thought she’d forgotten something, and went back to the O.R. She paused at the door, and peered through the window. What she saw stopped her in her tracks.
There was Maggie on the table, an anesthesia mask strapped onto her face with the hoses dangling free, and her gown and scrub dress up over her hips. Her legs were up in the stirrups, and The Mistress, still masked & gloved, sat on a stool, her face buried in Maggie’s crotch. Maggie had both hands on the back of the Mistress’s head, and was writhing around in obvious pleasure.
Karen furtively watched the scene for a bit, getting hornier and HORNIER and HORNIER. She reached up to touch her mask, then pinched her nipples, and came. Hard. Slowly she calmed down, and then, feeling foolish and embarrassed, and a little like an intruder, she went quickly back to the locker room to change. She left the hospital immediately, now and forever unable to forget the scene she’d just witnessed in the O.R.
That scene haunted her for weeks, and the more she thought about it the more it aroused her. Soon she found herself spending more and more time in and around the O.R., hoping to catch another glimpse of Maggie and The Mistress doing their own special “procedure.” She never did, and later Maggie, and then the Mistress, moved away to other jobs at different hospitals.
Karen, however, was touched forever. She knew that the O.R. was the place for her, but she felt a little odd about one of the main reasons. She would frequently lie in bed at night after a session in the O.R., with visions of masks and gloves and “operating” on her “patient” going through her mind as she masturbated to a tremendous, gut-wrenching, thrashing orgasm.
She came out of the O.R. one afternoon toward the end of her final semester feeling hornier than she ever had. She looked at her hands, still clad in the rubber surgical gloves, the long cuffs pulled tightly up over the sleeves of her gown. All at once she remembered her first time in the O.R., and how the clarity of the thought of masturbating with the gloves on had hit her. Karen felt as though she were in a dream as she reached up to untie her mask. I’ve never tried it dressed out like this before, she thought, and in her heart she knew that prepping for surgery would never be the same again. She quickly changed and gathered up a few items from the supply room, then headed home.
Her heart was in her throat as she stepped in the front door and locked and bolted it. After a quick check to confirm her roommate’s absence for the rest of the day, she headed for her bedroom.
With the addition of some items from the bathroom, she carefully laid out all the items from the hospital; everything was ready. She felt a bit giddy as she began to strip down to her bra and pantyhose; the anticipation was palpable. Opening her closet, she chose her green scrub dress – easier access, she told herself. She slipped the dress on and tied it snuggly about her waist and neck , then reached for the O.R. clogs her older sister, also a nurse, had given her for her birthday. She slipped her feet into them and turned to the full-length mirror. She always had been pleased with her body, she thought as she studied herself. As if in a trance she raised her hands to her full breasts and cupped them, squeezing them gently. The wetness in her crotch was definitely building. You’re a hot one, aren’t you girl, she silently told her reflection in the glass. She watched herself reach for the shoe covers and slip them on, and then pick up the cap. For the second time that day she went through the process of carefully tucking every wisp of hair under the cap. At last, her heart thudding in her chest, she picked up the mask.
Karen vividly remembered Maggie tying her mask in place for her that first time as she turned the mask over in her slender hands, feeling the material and enjoying the anticipation of what was to come. “We mustn’t spread our germs about, you know.”
Bitch, Karen said to herself now. We also mustn’t have an orgasm unless we’re masked, either, mustn’t we, she thought. Her hands trembled as she raised the mask to her face. Slowly and deliberately she stretched the bottom edge under her chin and tied the strings tight on top of her head. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she raised it up over her nose and tied the other pair of strings behind her head. A strong shiver shook her body as she pressed the metal strip down over her nose.
Masked now, she studied her reflection in the mirror. Again she cupped her breasts, and drew her breath in sharply at the sudden rush of pleasure. She both saw and felt her mask flatten against her face, and she knew she’d passed the point of no return: prepping for surgery would definitely never be the same again.
The gown was next. As she put it on and wrapped it around her shoulders and back, she wished she had someone to tie it for her, but… But what? she wondered. She let the thought go and tied the gown.
Now the gloves, she thought as she ripped open the sterile package. She held the open package to her face, deeply inhaling the aroma of latex through her mask. Her nipples were rock-hard, and tightened further at the smell of the gloves. She took the first one, thrust her hand into it and stretched the long cuff up over the sleeve of her gown. Then the other one, and she was done.
This is it now, girl, she thought as she watched herself in the mirror, holding her gloved hands up in front of her just like in the O.R. She positioned a chair and footstool to face the mirror, and raised her gown and scrub dress as she slowly sat down. Her hands went to the inside of her thighs as she spread her legs. The crotch of her pantyhose was thoroughly soaked, and the wetness had begun to spread down her legs. Delicious, Karen thought as she caressed her legs. She rubbed her swollen lips through the nylon, loving the feeling of the fabric moving against them. Her knees trembled at the touch; her whole body ached for the powerful, flooding release of orgasm.
She reached for the sterile prep tray and opened it, placing it on the table beside her. She placed her feet on the footstool and selected a scalpel from the tray. With this she deftly cut away the entire crotch of her pantyhose, completely exposing her pubic area and the uppermost part of her legs. She ran her fingers through the soft curls until she reached the smooth hood of her clitoris. Her heart pounded in her chest as she gently rubbed her gloved fingers over her clit. She lowered her other hand to the opening of her aching vagina. She spread her legs wide to allow herself an unobstructed view in the mirror as she slowly and deliberately penetrated herself. She had never been this horny before, she realized, and the thought distracted her for a moment. She got her breath and calmed down a little, then removed her hands from her pussy.
Turning to the prep tray again, she took the razor and a can of shaving lotion. She made quick work of removing every last bit of hair from her pubic area until she was as smooth and clean as a little girl. She finished cleaning herself up and looked in the mirror again. We’re ready to begin now, she said to the masked woman in the mirror.
She raised her hands to her breasts and cupped them again, squeezing them harder this time. Oh, how long she had wanted to do this. She brought one hand to her breasts, kneading them and pinching her nipples roughly. She leaned back into the chair and spread her legs wide again, completely exposing her newly-bare pussy.
Both hands moved as if of their own volition to the glistening opening of her vagina. With three fingers she began vigorously rubbing her clitoris, while the other hand moved over her cunt, spreading the slippery wetness everywhere. With each stroke she thrust her hips against her hand; her clitoris tingled and burned with pleasure. She felt her orgasm building deep within her, rising and swelling as she rapidly reached the point of no return. She switched to hard, fast up and down motions on her clit, and roughly plunged her fingers deep into her vagina.
She looked into her masked face in the mirror, and gasped. As the mask flattened against her face again, the orgasm flooded over her.
A shudder wracked her whole body as her cunt clutched desperately at the invading fingers. She groaned deeply, feeling the tremendous tightening of her whole body as the force of the orgasm overpowered her. Her legs collapsed, leaving her slumped down in the chair, convulsing with pleasure as the contractions that had started deep in her being spread rapidly to her vagina. Her cunt continued to contract in violent jerks which slowly gave way to constant trembling as the orgasm waned. Why, it’s fibrillating, Karen thought to herself, and smiled through the silken veil of pleasure. She remained in her chair, totally relaxed, and took a few slow, deep breaths.
After a few minutes she stood up, albeit slowly and unsteadily. She smoothed down her dress and gown, and took a good look at herself. Good news, she thought: the operation was a success. Slowly she peeled off her gloves, inhaling the aroma of her juices mingled with the latex. Someday, she knew, she would have to fuck like this. And maybe it’d be her very first time. A surgical procedure to lose my cherry, she thought as she reached up to untie her mask. But already she was looking forward to her next “solo” procedure.
The Evil Nurse
Karla was passing the Nurses’ Lounge when she heard sobbing from within. She opened the door slowly and peaked inside. One of the candy stripers, a girl named Doris, was sprawled on one of the couches, bawling her eyes out… “What on earth is the matter, dear?” Karla said as she walked over to the girl, sitting beside her.
Doris looked up, face streaked with tears and cheap eyeliner, her mouth locked in a downward curving crescent shape. “Its…its…that girl in room 14B,” she blubbered, lip quivering, “She’s so terrible to us…she calls us names and threatens to get us fired…” Karla had only just returned from a vacation in the Bahamas, and she had this to deal with on her first day back. As of yet, she was unfamiliar with the occupant of room 14B. “Well, don’t you worry anymore,” Karla said, putting her arm around Doris’ shoulders, “I’ll drop in on…what’s her name?” “Jenna…Jenna Berkley…” Doris replied, her sobs moderately reduced, “T-thanks, Karla…”
Karla patted Doris’ cheek and strode out of the lounge purposefully in the direction of 14B. She stopped off at the Nurses’ station and examined Jenna Berkley’s chart. She was 17, apparently had a yeast infection and had been admitted at her parents’ request so that she could get “optimum care”. Well, thought, Karla, I’ll see to it that she gets taken care of… Chart in hand, Karla continued on her way to 14B from where, as she approached, she could hear music blaring. She stood in the doorway for a moment. Jenna stood at the window, her back to the door, bobbing her head jerkily to the punk music blasting out of a large radio she had placed at the foot of the bed.
“Excuse me,” Karla said in a no-nonsense monotone. Jenna was oblivious, or perhaps was ignoring her intentionally. “I said, excuse me!” Karla said louder this time, stepping into the room. Jenna turned around, a f@ck-you smirk on her face. “Yeah? Is it dinner time or something?” “That music is just a little too loud,” Karla moved towards the bed to turn down the volume, but Jenna beat her to it, adjusting the volume minutely. “Better?” she said with a sneer. “This is a hospital…” Karla started. “…Yeah, and I’m one of the patients!” Jenna snapped back, “My daddy is paying good money for me to be here, so back the f@ck up, bitch!”
Karla was momentarily startled by the girl’s foul mouth. She had expected a troublemaker, true, but this one took the cake. Karla quickly snatched the radio’s plug out of the wall socket, cutting off the music in mid-shriek. “That will be quite enough,” she said, voice tinged with menace, “Rich daddy or not, you are going to behave on my floor…savvy?” Karla advanced on the girl as if to grab her only to get a foot in her midsection. Jenna followed up with a stiff-finger jab to Karla’s diaphragm, sending the nurse sprawling backwards… “Don’t you ever try to touch me, c*nt!” Jenna snarled, crouching in anticipation of striking again.
Karla half-stumbled out the door just as Dr.Juha, the handsome young Finnish intern was approaching. “Is everything alright?” he said, placing a hand on Karla’s hip to help steady her. Karla was still catching her breath. She pointed into the room where she now saw, to her disgust, Jenna sitting innocently on the edge of the bed, radio stashed beneath it. “She…I…” Karla stammered. “Is everything alright, Jenna?” the young doctor queried, stepping into the room and leaving Karla swaying outside. “Everything’s fine, doctor,” Jenna said in a little girl voice, “I think the nice nurse slipped on something…she ran smack right into the door…” “Oh she’ll be fine,” Dr.Juha said, smiling, “And you’ll be fine, too. You get to go home tomorrow after a good night’s rest.”
Karla was thoroughly disgusted, and limped away. Doris hadn’t told her half of it. This Jenna Berkley would need a real attitude adjustment. All in good time, Karla thought, mind racing with schemes…
Karla’s shift ended at midnight. By now the requisite sedative that all the patients received would have kicked in, and she made sure that Jenna Berkley had gotten an extra dose in her dinner. She would be zoned by now. While the next shift’s nurses were still sorting themselves out in the lounge, Karla crept into Jenna’s room. She was sleeping soundly enough, mouth agape. Karla peaked back out into the hall. No one was watching. In a swift maneuver, she lifted the girl out of the bed and hustled down the hallway to exit stairs with her burden, puffing and panting with the effort. Safely inside the stairwell, Karla grabbed the girl under the arms and dragged her up the steps to the floor above…the surgical wing! No one would be there at this time of night unless an emergency case came in. Karla decided to take the chance… Karla stopped to catch her breath then continued dragging Jenna into the surgical prep room where patients were sedated and cleaned up before being taken into the OR. In a final effort, Karla heaved Jenna up onto a gurney that was always kept there.
Karla produced a hypodermic from her pocket. It contained a dose of stimulant that would rouse the slumbering Jenna just in time for her special treatment. She jabbed the needle into the girl’s hip, eliciting a grunt from her in response. Karla smiled to herself in anticipation of the fun to come. Jenna moaned softly as she began to stir. Karla in the meantime had strapped the girl’s wrists and ankles to the gurney. “W-wha?” Jenna babbled as she came around, “Where…” She blinked up at the painfully bright operatory light above her, still unsure of her surroundings or even her consciousness. “You’ve had a serious development with your infection,” Karla said, leaning down over the girl, “I’m afraid we’ll have to operate…” At that, Jenna’s awareness increased dramatically. “What are you talking about?” She said, the stimulant having brought her out of her dazed state, “I-I feel fine…” Then she saw Karla and she knew all was not kosher. Karla snapped on a pair of latex gloves then proceeded to tie her surgical mask in place.
“Hold on…” Jenna said, her voice rising to a shriek, “HOLD ON A MINUTE!” “Now there’s no need to get upset,” Karla said, turning away for a moment to pull an anesthesia trolley up to the head of the gurney, “You won’t feel a thing…well, eventually…” Jenna jerked at her restraints. She lifted her head up to scream, only to have it forced back down by a large black rubber anesthesia mask that Karla shoved onto her face. Her cries were muffled sufficiently, and Karla let her continue screaming since she hadn’t started any oxygen or gas flow yet. Jenna would smother if she kept it up. Sweat was beading on the girl’s forehead, her eyes bulging as she struggled to get air into her lungs. “Now are you going to behave?” asked Karla sarcastically.
Jenna jerked her head back and forth, but Karla’s control of the mask was total, keeping it in place despite Jenna’s struggles. When she was certain that Jenna would breathe anything she pumped to her, Karla started a low flow of oxygen and nitrous oxide. Jenna gulped the mixture without resistance, only realizing as the room began to spin that she was being gassed. It wasn’t long before her struggles subsided. “That’s a good girl,” Karla said, easing her grip on the mask slightly. Once she was sure Jenna wouldn’t offer too much resistance, she attached the mask harness and went back out into the hallway to make sure the coast was still clear. All was still. It was time for the treatment to begin in earnest.
Back in the prep room, Jenna moaned softly, her only protest now. Her eyes followed Karla’s movements, frequently fluttering as she tried to maintain focus. She mumbled something, but it was unintelligible through the thick rubber of the mask. “Its Ok…just relax…” Karla reduced the nitrous flow, flushing the mask now with oxygen. Again Jenna shook her head from side to side in an attempt to dislodge the mask. Karla grabbed both sides of the girl’s head, holding it steady, then stared down at her. “It’s a shame you won’t remember this come morning,” said Karla coldly, “And no doubt you’ll go back to being the same spoiled bitch that you were, but I want you to know that at this moment your life is in my hands! She released her grip on Jenna’s head and produced a hypodermic. “See this?” Karla said, tapping the hypo with her finger, “Its called curare. It will paralyze you to the point that you won’t be able to breathe without MY help…understand?”
Jenna’s eyes widened in terror, then shut tightly as she screamed with all her might. The mask muffled it sufficiently. At that, Karla jabbed the needle into Jenna’s shoulder without further ado. Again the girl screamed, but it changed quickly into more of a pathetic gurgle as her muscles began to succumb to the drug’s effects. Soon she was gasping for air. In truth, Karla had given her a small dose of the drug, just enough to induce panic…and she had achieved that quite nicely. Jenna could only stare up at her, her breathing shallow and strained. Wasting no time, Karla took the turgid rebreathing bag in hand and squeezed a lungful of oxygen into Jenna. Her trained hand continued rhythmically pumping the bladder, slow and surely. Jenna’s relief was only evident in her eyes, wide and staring but no longer rolling in abject panic.
Karla continued this for several minutes, sometimes squeezing slower, sometimes faster, just enough that Jenna was never sure when her next lungful of precious air would come. Karla knew that someone would be checking the beds soon and she had to get Jenna back. “Well, sweetie, its nite-nite time for real now. Wouldn’t want any more upset nurses on your account, now would we?” Karla whispered harshly.
She turned on the flurothane now, about 5% of the mixture, then switched over to the automatic ventilator. Jenna’s brow wrinkled slightly as the machine took over her breathing, alarmed at the mechanical precision. But within moments her eyelids began to droop, then finally close as the potent anesthetic agent took effect. So as to insure Jenna’s amnesia, Karla injected her with a light dose of sodium pentothal. She removed the mask and took a moment to look at the sleeping girl. In her present state she was almost angelic, proving that you really couldn’t judge a book by its cover. Certain that the girl wouldn’t feel anything, Karla slapped her face for good measure. “Sweet dreams, you little cunt.”
Karla was able to return Jenna to her bed without incident, and quickly left the hospital. By the time she came back on shift the next day, Jenna had gone home. Doris was doing her rounds, bright eyed and smiling. “Well, this is certainly an improvement from yesterday,” Karla said to her.
“That awful girl went home today, you know,” Doris replied, “And it seemed like she was, well, different. No more cursing or spitting or anything like that. She seemed almost scared. One of the nurses said the girl had had a really nightmare or something last night.” “Most likely it was a bad reaction to the sedative,” Dr.Juha piped in, walking out of the nurses’ station. He looked at Karla for a moment, smiled, then continued down the hall. He stopped suddenly and turned around. Karla felt her blood run cold… “Care to join me for lunch, Doris?” The candy striper squealed in delight while Karla breathed a quiet sigh of relief. As the Dr.Juha and Doris walked away, Karla smiled wickedly then went about her duties…
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.
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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