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Medical Tables

To a lot of us in the medical fetish world, and even the BDSM world in general, there is a great appreciation for medical tables for oh so many reasons. I think the medical appeal to the medical fetishist is obvious. To the average kinkster, bondage fan, etc… I think they offer a way to get a patient or sub restrained in a way that can be incredibly restrictive and comfortable for extended periods of time. I’m not sure how many of you have ever done much with long-term restraint but for me it’s something that’s only feasibly if I, as the patient, am comfortable otherwise it’s a losing battle. I’ve gotten together some of my favorite medical tables and wanted to share why I think they would be perfect. As always I am looking for some great feedback from all of my friends and readers.

    This has always been one of my favorites. The fact that it has the large basin and drain attached means it is perfect for those of us interested in enemas and douching. It’s got an adjustable back which I feel is essential for finding the right spot for the patient to be reclined as though they’re not putting too much pressure on any one area of the body. The stirrups I have always felt help the long-term restraint by taking pressure off of the lower back and, when positioned properly, letting all pressure be taken off of the hips and muscles of the hips. That’s just an opinion though and I’d be interested in hearing your thoughts on the pros and cons of stirrups. As for the arm boards… ultimate mobility with some heavy, heavy restraint options. You simple put the patient where everything feels comfortable to them, lock it down, and they are now stuck in that position that they chose.

My next pick is one that I think handles the patient comfort aspect in a little different direction. With a table like this there are so many choices of positioning. When the patient begins to tire they are able to be adjusted and moved so many different ways that it can be done without ever letting the patient out of the restraints. And mobility would only be granted at the doctor or nurses push of a button on the remote control.

I’ve often thought that birthing chairs must be the ultimate in comfort. They seem to be so adjustable. The fact that when a birthing mother is placed in the chair, she could be there for a long period of time leads me to believe that they must be padded very well. Again, the knee crutches here are one of the key aspects.

If the patient isn’t going to need to be in a laying down position and is simple going to spend a long time in restraints I’ve always thought a dental chair could serve that purpose. We all know how adjustable they are from our own dental experiences. And let’s face it… once they adjust the headrest properly it can be pretty damn comfortable. I’m undecided on if it needs straps or chain-based restraints like in this photo. I could see how the chains would allow the patient to have a little more flexibility yet still being heavily restrained. Since immobility is more difficult as stiffness sets into the muscles and joints then a system like this may give the patient just enough movement to help prolong the experience.

And last but not least you need a good way to transport your patient to and from the patient’s room to the surgical and treatment facilitates. The best way to handle that is with a good standard gurney. They’ve got attachment points all over for nice heavy leather restraints, they usually have sides that can be raised and lower… and when they’re raised they do give a nice “cage effect” when you’re lying flat on them. Restraints are key here and I do feel they should be leather, nylon, etc… as total immobilization must be the goal. Keeping the patient unable to thrash about is all about safety as they’ll be moving through the facility typically while being on the gurney.

April 16, 2011 Posted by | Fetish | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

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.,

April 22, 2009 Posted by | Fetish | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

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…

March 31, 2009 Posted by | Fetish | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

The Rubber Baroness

The heavy rain made it difficult for Allen to see the road. It was literally a curtain of water hitting the windshield. The wipers were useless, yet he wouldn’t stop.

Damn him!, Alice thought to herself. He couldn’t leave on time. Now we’ll never get to the airport before our flight leaves! She looked at Betty and Frank, who were sitting quietly in the back seat. They looked at Alice with expressions of anger and yet, resignation to their fate.

It was only a month ago that the four of them left school for the summer, and decided to travel Europe. Allen volunteered to do all of the driving through Germany, since he was the most fluent in that language. But he was so damned undependable! He decided to get drunk at that beer festival and he was out cold until noon today.

” I think I see a light.”, Allen shouted. Alice stared out the windshield. She could at first barely see a light post and then eventually, a street appeared.

Allen stopped the car in front of what looked like a tavern. There were no lights in the window.

“I’m going to ask for directions.” he said as he opened the door. The rain whooshed in the car.

“Hey, hurry up and close the door, we’re getting soaked!” shouted Frank. He was pissed at Allen just about as much as everyone else. To top it off, now they were lost! Never again in a million years were he and Betty ever going on a trip with him. If it wasn’t for the fact that Alice was Betty’s best friend and roommate, they would have taken off without them

Allen pounded on the door to the tavern. After several moments, a man opened the door. Alice saw that the man was quite upset. Well sure. It was nearly two in the morning! The man began pointing down the road, giving Allen directions. Allen then returned to the car, soaking everyone again when he opened the door.

“You know where we are now?” Alice said sarcastically.

“We’re not too far off of the Autobahn that heads towards Munich.”, Allen replied. “All we have to do is take that road over there and we should be at the airport….on time.” He emphasized those last words.

As the car drove off, the man picked up a telephone and made a call.

Allen turned onto a narrow road. The rain had eased a bit, but it was still too heavy to see clearly. They sped by a sign.

“What was that?” Frank said “What did it say?”

Allen thought for a second. “I think it said something about private property. It must have meant…”

“LOOK OUT!” Alice screamed. Lying on the road were several large timbers.

The car hit the pile and, Allen lost control of the car. It skidded and spun twice before running off the road and into a ditch. The car tipped over and rested on its side with all four of the passengers stunned from the impact.

After several moments, Frank was the first to recover. “Betty, Betty…are you ok?”

Betty pulled a blanket off of her head. “Yeah…I guess so.”

Alice and Allen signaled that they were in one piece.

“Nice going asshole.” Frank retorted. “Now what are we going to do?”

“It wasn’t my fault…” Allen replied

“Oh shut up!” Alice had enough of Allen’s excuses. “We’re in the middle of a downpour. We can’t make our flight in time. But to make it complete, we’re lost.”

“The guy told me to turn on this road.”

“You sure he didn’t tell you to take another road? You just thought he said…”

“He pointed and said to take this one!” Allen was totally on the defensive.

For several minutes everyone sat silently in the car as the rain continued to pour.

“Somebody’s got to get help.” Betty said, breaking the dead quiet. Everyone looked at Allen.

“Who, me?” Allen replied.

“You really don’t want me to give you a reason, do you?” said Frank. The anger in his voice was definitely noticeable.

“The rain’s too heavy. I can barely see out there.”

“Well, we’re not going to sit in the car until the good fairy comes and rescues us.”

Just then, the headlights of a car came through the windshield. The door opened and a figure trotted towards the stranded foursome.

“Thank God!” shouted Betty. “Help us, please.”

The figure looked inside. “Are you all right? Is anybody hurt?” It was the sound of a woman’s voice…and in perfect English!

“I think so.” replied Alice.

“Let’s get you out of this rain. We can take care of your car later.” said the woman.

The driver’s door was pulled open, and the four of them climbed out of the car. The heavy rain soaked them immediately.

“Get in my car. You’ll all catch your death.” shouted the woman. She lead them to a large black Mercedes limo. Alice looked behind her at their car. All four tires were flat. In one of the tires was one of the timbers they had run into. Large steel spikes jutted from the wood.

The woman looked at Alice. “Yes, we have had a lot of vandalism around here. Some punks decided to have fun with the locals. Fortunately they didn’t kill anybody.”

Alice got into the car with the woman close behind her. “Wait.” Alice cried. What about our things?”

Allen shook his head. “With all this rain I’m not going to try to search for our stuff. We can try when it clears up.”

“I don’t have any other clothes..and I’m soaked!” In fact, everyone was drenched.

“I have a few things at home you can put on.” said the woman “You also look like you could use something to eat and drink….and probably rest too”

“We haven’t eaten since noon.” said Frank “We’ve had to race all day to get this far without stopping.”

“Are you expected somewhere? If so, you can call them from my home.” the woman offered.

“Well, we were trying to catch our flight home. But it doesn’t look like we’ll make it now.”

“True, but you can get one later in the day. I’m sure the airline will help you out.”

Alice looked at the woman. She was bundled up in a black rubber raincoat, with a wide brimmed rubber hat. All she could barely see was her face, which was concealed by the large coat collar. But she could see her eyes which were a deep blue. They locked on to Alice, and a slight smile appeared on the woman’s lips.

“We didn’t have a chance to thank you…”

“No need to thank me. I only wish I could have been there to prevent the accident.”

“I don’t think there was anything you could have done. Anyway, my name is Alice Millburn. This is Frank Turner, Betty Podasky, …and this is Allen Furgus.”

The woman smiled. “It is a pleasure to meet you, even though I think the circumstances are not too pleasant. I am Baroness Greta Gummi.”

“Oh wow! A Baroness!” Betty was always impressed by titles. “Nice to meet you Greta.”

“Address me as Baroness.” came her sharp reply. “In my home it is either Baroness or Mistress.”


“You’re young, you’ll adjust.” laughed the Baroness.

Alice’s hand rested on the seat of the car. As her hand touched the black material, it felt different than any car seat she had ever been in. It wasn’t fabric. It seemed to stretch a bit as she pressed it with her fingertip. It wasn’t leather, but something softer.

The Mercedes stopped in front of a castle door.

“I will have my servants prepare rooms for you.” said the Baroness.

“We don’t want to put you out…” responded Alice.

“You’re no trouble. Each room has a bath so all of you can take a nice hot shower. My servants will take care of your clothing, and prepare dinner for you.”

Allen spoke up. “All we need is to call for help on the car, and to get us to the airport.”

The Baroness looked at Allen. Alice could now see the eyes stare right through him. “I am offering you my hospitality young man. If I knew you were going to refuse it outright, I wouldn’t have even bothered picking you up.”

Allen was dumbfounded. Alice quickly spoke up. “I’m sorry if you have been offended Baroness. Please accept my apologies.”

“Well, at least one of you has some manners.” replied the Baroness who looked at Alice and smiled. “He’s forgiven my dear.”

The Baroness got out of the car and motioned for the four to follow her. They walked towards the front door. Before they reached the threshold, the doors opened and a maid appeared. She helped the Baroness off with her coat and hat. Alice noticed that the maid was dressed in a form-fitting uniform made of a glossy black material. The maid’s waist was incredibly small; maybe only fifteen to sixteen inches.

Looking at the maid’s face, it was unnaturally tan and it also seemed to have a glossy appearance. Was it heavy makeup? If so, it made the servant look like a plastic doll.

“The maid will take you to your rooms. I assumed that two will be sufficient, or will one be all you need?” the Baroness said with a slight chuckle.

“Two will be fine….” replied Betty then quickly added “…Baroness.”

“Then I will join you after dinner.” the Baroness walked toward down one of the castle hallways.

The maid began to walk up the stairs, then stopped at the landing. She didn’t say a word, but waited for them to follow her. Alice followed, then came Allen Frank and Betty. As the maid walked down the hallway, Betty nudged Alice. “Look at those shoes!” she whispered. Alice looked down at the maid’s feet. The shoes had stiletto heels at least five inches high.

“How the hell can she walk in those?” Alice whispered to Betty. As she watched, she also took closer notice of the maid’s uniform. It not only was a glossy black, but it was so tight fitting that she could see the crack of the maid’s as cheeks! Betty glanced at Frank who also was noticing the maid’s rear..too closely. She jabbed him in the side with her elbow.

The maid opened the door to a bedroom and pointed to Alice and Allen. Obviously this was their room. The maid then escorted Frank and Betty to the room next door.

Alice looked around the room. The first thing she saw was the massive canopy bed.

“Wow!” exclaimed Allen “What a place to get laid!”

“Do you have to be so crude?

“What? I just said…”

“Don’t you have anything else on your mind?”

Allen grabbed her by the waist and pulled her next to him. “Right now…we both could use a little..”

Alice pushed him away. “Not now! I mean it!”

Allen began getting undressed. Ever since they arrived in Europe things weren’t going very well between them. They hadn’t made love in over three weeks.

She pulled off her wet clothes and immediately went into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and quickly stepped inside.

“I suppose you wouldn’t want some help?” Alice heard him say.

“When we get back home, we’re through.”

Allen entered the bathroom. He was totally nude, and he was realizing that Alice wasn’t kidding. He grabbed a towel and began drying himself off.

“You can’t mean that…”

“I am….If this trip has done anything, it’s made me realize that we are totally incompatible.”

“Everybody screws up…nobody’s perfect Hon…”

“It’s not because of today. It’s everything that’s happened over the last year.”

“Like what?”

“You have no manners…You don’t want to learn what I like.”

“Hey! I went with you to that Italian film fest…”

“…and made idiotic comments all through it. You have no style, no class.”

“You didn’t mind the sex.”

Alice looked at him. “I thought you’d at least try to concentrate on me.”

“You faked it every time?” Allen asked sarcastically. “I don’t think so.”

Alice turned off the shower and opened the curtain. Allen offered her a towel, but she took another one from nearby.

“You just don’t get it….All you wanted was the same old thing. I wanted more.”

“More what? How long do you think I can go…?

Alice walked back to the bed. She looked around.

“Now what?” Allen asked.

“Where’s our clothes?”

Allen also began to search for their clothing. “I can’t find them. What the hell is going on?

“Didn’t the Baroness say our things would be taken care of?”

“Yeah, but we can’t go around like this.”

There was a knock at the door.

“Yes” Alice responded. There was a second knock.

Allen went to the door and opened it a crack. Outside, the maid was holding something in her arms. Allen reached out and the maid handed him two robes.

“Danke” said Allen, but the maid did not respond. She turned and went over to Frank and Betty’s room with two more robes.

Allen closed the door and handed Alice one of the robes. Like the seat of the car, the material felt strange, yet familiar to Alice.

As she put on her robe, Alice realized just what it was.

“Allllennnn….” she said with some trepidation. “These robes are made of…..rubber.”

Allen felt the robe, which was quite short. In fact, it barely covered his thighs. He at first thought he had put on Alice’s, but hers was even shorter.

“Sure as hell are. What’s going on?”

The telephone in the room rang. Alice answered it.

“Aren’t you two coming down?” it was Betty’s voice.

“We can’t come down. You should see what we were given to wear.” responded Alice.

“We got on a couple of rubber robes…”

“And you went down wearing nothing but those.?”

“Sure…Come on! You should see the spread that the Baroness has got here.”

“No Betty…not like this.”

Frank’s voice was now on the phone. “What’s the matter…chicken?” he said loudly.

Allen overheard the remark. He took the receiver and slammed it down. He grabbed Alice’s arm and pulled her toward the door. “Nobody calls me chicken.” he said angrily.

Alice tried to pull away. This was too weird! But Allen was too strong and they went out the bedroom door; headed down the stairs and toward the dining room.

The maid was waiting for them and pointed towards two places prepared for them at the large banquet table. There, a large meal was waiting for them. It was being served on fine china, accompanied by lead crystal and sterling silver place settings.

Alice took a seat at the table. As she sat down, her robe came up and her naked rear rested on the cushion. It too, was covered in rubber.

“Isn’t this wild?” said Betty, who was already seated in one of the chairs.

Alice was surprised that Frank and Betty were so unaware of what was around them. “Don’t you think this Baroness is a little too…”

“Kinky?” Betty responded. “Well maybe a little, but I thought you were the open-minded one.”

“Open-minded is one thing, but this is too much.”

Alice said nothing the rest of the meal. She watched as Frank and Allen devoured the food. She watched as Betty ate daintily, as if this was all quite normal. However, Alice had to admit that everything was delicious and that the Baroness was being incredibly hospitable.

“Has everyone been taken care of?” came the voice of the Baroness.

Alice looked to her right and saw a large figure in the entryway. It began to walk towards the table and as it came closer, she saw something that frightened, yet intrigued her.

The Baroness was wearing what appeared to be a rubber catsuit. Upon a closer look in the light, Alice could see that she was wearing a combination tights and boots. You couldn’t tell where the tights began and the boots started. (Were they one-piece?) The boots had six-inch stiletto heels. She was wearing shoulder-length gloves that melted into a leotard-like top. What was most interesting was that her midriff was bare which revealed a washboard-like stomach and her large breasts were encapsulated by the rubber…her nipples could clearly be seen!

Alice looked at Allen who was sitting next to her. She could see his cock was rock hard from the sight of the Baroness. She looked at Betty and Frank. Both of them had that same expression of shock… and arousal.

Alice looked at the Baroness again. As she came even closer, Alice could see that she was a tall (at least six foot), extremely muscular woman…like a bodybuilder! Her forearms seemed bigger than Alice’s thighs! When she was wearing that raincoat, Alice never realized what a powerful-looking woman she was. She even made Frank the football player, look puny!

“I trust that everything was to your liking?”

“Umm, yes…yes. Delicious.” Alice stammered.

“I want you to try this.” The Baroness held a bottle of wine and walked over to Betty. She poured the wine into her glass. “It’s rare that I get a chance to open this. It unfortunately has a short life and if someone doesn’t drink it, it goes to waste.”

The Baroness proceeded to pour the wine. She would stand behind each of them and reach over and fill the glasses.

Alice saw that Allen was finding it hard to conceal his raging hard on. The robe had little material to cover it. Alice could see the Baroness smile as she glanced down and Allen muttered a “Thank You”.

Now it was Alice’s turn. Unlike the others, the Baroness leaned over farther until one of her rubber-covered breasts rested on Alice’s shoulder. It stayed there for several moments. But before the Baroness could pour, Alice’s hand covered the empty crystal goblet.

“I’m sorry Baroness, I don’t drink.”

“That’s quite all right my dear, I don’t either. I prefer warm cocoa at this time of night. Would you like that instead?

“Yes, Baroness…Thank you.”

The Baroness nodded to the maid who immediately left the room.

“Excuse me Baroness..” Frank said as he sipped his wine. “You sound very American.”

“I was born and raised in Chicago. My mother was a flight attendant, and my father worked for the German Consul. They met, got married, and lived there for most of my childhood. When it was time for me to go to college, I went back to U of C and eventually got my Master’s degree in Economics.”

“Baroness doesn’t seem to go with a Chicago student.”

“Actually, that was my late husband’s title..”

Alice responded. “Oh, I’m sorry..”

“That’s all right, it was some years ago. Anyway, I began working for my father’s family business, but on the side I tried bodybuilding competition. I got into several semifinals but I never won anything higher than third place. ”

“You look fabulous…” said Betty.

“Why thank you, it’s very kind. It’s still part of my routine to work out. In fact, I met my husband at a gym run by a mutual friend of ours. It was almost the typical boy meets girl story, but in this case he turned out to be the sole heir to his family’s title. So I officially became a Baroness.”

“If you don’t mind, your husband…..”

“Unfortunately, Gustav’s heart was not as strong as we both thought. After a night of ‘working out’ he collapsed …. and died.” The Baroness’s voice trailed off.

Alice was now somewhat more at ease with the Baroness. She seemed less formidable, and more likeable. Allen and Frank, who had consumed more of the wine than they should, began to yawn.

“I’m hitting the sack. Thanks for your hospitality Baroness.” said Allen.

The Baroness smiled. “I’m sure when you wake up you will see things have changed for the better.”

Alice and the Baroness continued to talk. Like Alice, the Baroness also had a fondness for old books and classic films. As their conversation continued, Betty and Frank were yawning more and more.

“You two should go to sleep as well.” the Baroness said.

As Frank and Betty went up the stairs, the Baroness looked at Alice.

“Would you like another cocoa?”

“Yes, please.”

“Let’s go over to the fireplace, it’s much more comfortable.”

Alice followed the Baroness over to the massive fireplace. The Baroness laid down on her side on the large fur rug in front of the hearth. She motioned for Alice to join her. Soon, two more cups of cocoa were delivered by the maid. The two women continued their conversation for several more minutes.

Alice began to experience a stiffness in her joints. She began to move her arms to try to get rid of the sensation. A slight numbness began to manifest itself in her muscles. The Baroness looked at her.

“Are you all right Alice?”

“Maybe it’s something that happen because of the crash…I’m starting to lose sensation in my arms and legs. Maybe you should call a doctor.”

The Baroness smiled and purred. ” I’m getting hot wearing this rubber..” with that she slipped her fingers under her top and removed the latex garment. Then as Alice watched, the Baroness pulled down the rubber tights/boots and threw them off to the side. Then she laid back on the rug and stretched.

“Rubber gets me sooo horny.”

Alice tried to get up, but she couldn’t! Her arms and legs no longer responded. She couldn’t even turn her head!

“aallleennn” came a squeak from Alice’s lips. “heellppp mmeee.”

“I’m afraid even if your voice could reach all the way upstairs, your companions can’t hear you. The wine included a very powerful sedative. In fact, your friend Frank consumed enough to keep him asleep for at least eight hours!”

Alice was terrified!

“Relax my darling.” responded the Baroness “You won’t be harmed unless you resist…and I know you don’t want to resist.”

The Baroness crawled over to Alice and began to untie the belt on the robe. She pulled off the black rubber garment, caressing Alice’s small but firm, breasts.

“Yes, you can feel it too. I’ve been waiting for someone like you to join me.”

Alice was feeling scared, but at the same time, aroused. But she shouldn’t! It must be the drug, it can’t be her!

The Baroness slid her hands down Alice’s body until they reached her pussy lips. The Baroness began a gentle stroking of Alice’s clit. Then slowly, she placed her index finger into the now, moist opening.

Alice shuddered with this invasion. The Baroness began easing two more fingers inside, then began to move them in and out of Alice’s now thoroughly wet pussy.

“You are quite new to this, aren’t you my sweet?” Alice could say nothing but try to control herself as the Baroness began an expert manipulation of her fingers inside her.

Alice began breathing harder and harder. The sensations were building with each movement of the Baroness’ hand. The waves of pure pleasure were building with each stroke. Alice wanted to scream, but the drug only let her give an ‘uuuuuuhhhhh’! Suddenly, the most intensive orgasm Alice ever had, erupted!

The Baroness stopped and looked at Alice. Alice was torn between wanting the Baroness to continue, and her revulsion at her desire for more.

“Oh, there’s so many things for you to learn.” With that, the Baroness scooped up Alice in her arms and carried her to an elevator. They descended down for at least two stories.

“This used to be the castle dungeon.” the Baroness explained. “I have adapted it for my own very special purposes.”

Alice was placed on a stainless steel table. Padded cuffs were placed on her wrists and ankles; then secured with padlocks. A similar collar went around her throat. It wasn’t too tight, but even if she could move, she could not be able to raise her head off the table.

After several minutes, Alice regained some movement. She turned her head toward a gurgling noise.

On a similar steel table lay Allen. All of his body hair had been removed! Two rubber covered figures were placing rubber devices in his mouth, nose, rear, and cock. His eyes and ears were covered with rubber patches and an IV tube was in his arm.

“This is the first step of conditioning.” it was the Baroness. “His bodily functions will be under my control. Then he will be placed into a sensory deprivation tank for 72 hours. His mind will become quite pliable, and ready for sessions of drug-assisted hypnosis and electro-shock treatment. ”

Alice looked around as best as she could and saw Frank and Betty. Like Allen, their body hair had been removed, but they had been placed in cages near the elevator door.

“They are still asleep. I will keep them sedated until the first phase of number twelve’s conditioning is complete.”

“Number twelve? What are you going to do with us” Alice was finally able to regain full use of her voice. She struggled, but the restraints were too tough.

“Us? As you can see, my home and estate is large requires a great deal of maintenance. Good help is hard to find, and help that appeals to my…other needs is nearly impossible. So I intend on converting your friends into permanent rubber slaves.”

The Baroness continued. “As for you…I have other plans. That is, if you are willing.”

“Like what. To be like that maid of yours?”

“No sweet Alice, something different. Something I’ve wanted for a long time ever since I began to learn the ways of rubbersex.”

“I won’t let you…”

“You have no other choice, except to join your friends in my service.”

“We’ll be missed by our friends and families.”

“True, that is if the bodies don’t convince them.”


“From that horrible car crash and fire that burned everything. All that remained were four charred bodies, and perhaps some of your personal items.” The Baroness took hold of Alice’s hand and removed the small sapphire ring from her finger.

“You’re crazy! You can’t fake bodies, even if there was a fire.”

“The bodies are real…I have connections that have obtained suitable substitutes. I will be x-raying your teeth so that false dental records will be sent to the U.S. Embassy. That will convince the authorities that it was the four of you in the car.”

“No, please. Let us go!” Alice began crying. Suddenly she felt two pairs of hands on her. One of the rubber covered slaves began to insert an IV tube into her arm, while another began to insert a catheter into her urethra. Alice screamed as she felt the pain of the tubes enter her. The first slave then pushed a double bardex into her rear and inflated it.

The Baroness cooed to Alice, “Relax my sweet. I need to keep you out of mischief while I am converting your companions into my rubber slaves. You may find the process too intense, so I will be keeping you asleep until number fourteen is through the first phase.”

Alice tried to remain awake, but the drug in the IV was too strong. The last thing she could see was Allen being secured in some type of rubber harness. A hoist picked up the harness and Allen was lowered into the sensory deprivation tank…….then………………Darkness.

When Alice regained consciousness, she felt as if a weight was resting on her chest. The neck restraint had been removed, so she looked down. Her eyes opened wide in shock!

Her breasts!….They were huge! They were at least a 38D! Alice tried to scream, but a sharp pain in her throat prevented even a squeak. “My God!”, she thought “Did she take out my vocal chords too?”

A rubber gloved hand rested on Alice’s forehead. “There, there” said the Baroness “You don’t need to be frightened..”

“Frightened?!” Alice thought, “You turn me into some kind of sex freak. You take out my vocal chords; and I don’t have to be scared?…You’re crazy!”

The Baroness seemed to understand Alice’s thoughts. “I’ve only injected a drug into your larynx that temporarily stops it from working. It will wear off in about three weeks. As for your new breasts…” The Baroness smiled, “I like big tits on women. Your body could support these, so I put my medium sized ones in you.”

“Medium!” Alice’s lips mouthed.

“Oh yes, I have much bigger ones available, but yours are a brand new type I had created.”

The Baroness placed her left hand on Alice’s right breast and lifted it up. “Just here..” She placed her right index finger on some sort of ‘button’ on the underside where the breast meets the chest muscle. “ a special valve in which I can inject more solution. The implants are made of a material that can stretch 20 times their original size without breaking. If I really wanted to, I could make them so large that you couldn’t even drag them across a room. But I won’t do that…unless you force me to.”

The Baroness released Alice’s breast, and began running her fingers over her lips. “I don’t want you to hate me…I know what I have already done seems cruel; but I need you to appreciate my…I mean,…. our lifestyle.”

The Baroness undid the strap on Alice’s left ankle. Alice tried to kick, but the Baroness was just too strong. She took a brush and began covering Alice’s foot and leg in a sweet-smelling yellow liquid. She continued until the leg and thigh were completely covered. In only a few seconds, the liquid had dried. The Baroness then brought over a rubber boot and began to pull it over Alice’s leg. The boot was skin tight and it took nearly fifteen minutes to put on and remove any air bubbles and creases.

The Baroness did the same to Alice’s other leg. From what she could see, the boot had stiletto heels of at least five, maybe even six inches high!

Next came a pair of shoulder-length gloves. The remainder of the restraints were removed, but the two rubber slaves held Alice fast as the Baroness put them on. Alice could tell that they were much thicker than the boots. In fact, once they were on she couldn’t even move her fingers!

Finally, the Baroness brought over a rubber collar. It was very wide and thick, with four steel rings imbedded into it. The collar was wrapped around Alice’s neck. The collar fit tightly under her chin making it nearly impossible for her to move her head in any direction.

The Baroness helped Alice off of the table. Alice found it difficult to stand in the stiletto-heeled boots. She tried to brace herself against the table, but she couldn’t bend her arms!

“They’re quite useless my sweet.” said the Baroness, holding Alice upright. “They are made of a molded rubber which cannot flex. It’s a form of rubber bondage that gives you the illusion of freedom, while keeping you totally helpless. The boots are much more flexible and will allow you to walk, but running away will be rather difficult. The collar …. well you can tell how it restricts your movement. Plus it looks very pretty on you.”

Alice tried to move her fingers to try to reach down and pull off the boots.

“Even if you could move your hands, it can’t be done. I’ve used ‘Adhesive A’ on it.”

Alice’s eyes opened wide. “Adhesive? I’ve been glued into this rubber!?” she thought.

“The adhesive reacts to your skin’s oils and begins to set once you begin to sweat. It then forms a molecular bond with your skin and muscle tissues. It’s impossible to remove without the proper solvent.”

The maid walked over to Alice and took hold of her arms. As Alice tried to walk in the stiletto-heeled boots, the maid would help keep her from stumbling.

“Number eight will be responsible for your well-being and safety.” said the Baroness. “After a while, you’ll get used to wearing the boots and you’ll be able to move around on your own. Since you can’t use your arms and hands, number eight will feed you, bathe you and even wipe your ass.”

Alice looked at the maid’s face. Instead of the flesh-colored doll-like expression, a featureless black oval existed.

“I usually remove my rubber slaves’ faces so as to eliminate their ability to associate themselves with their former lives. I have inserted permanent one-way lenses over their eyes so that it appears that their heads are one solid piece of rubber.”

The Baroness went over to the sensory deprivation tank. She motioned for Alice to follow. Alice began to take small, tentative steps towards her. The 5 inch heels of the boots nearly caused her to fall, but the maid quickly prevented it from happening.

When Alice got to the tank she could see a small observation window in the side. She carefully looked through it and saw a figure completely covered in black rubber. From the approximate size, it appeared to be Frank.

‘It is in the final stage of preparation. It needed a third session in the tank, as it had a very strong will to resist. I’ll give it an additional 48 hour session of hypnosis and electroshock conditioning, and it will be ready to assume its new duties.”

The Baroness looked at Alice. Alice wanted to avoid looking at her, but couldn’t. It couldn’t be explained, but she had conflicting feelings of revulsion at what the Baroness had done to them, …and a strange erotic attraction to the tall, muscular woman.

“The others broke much more easily. Number twelve only needed ten hours of deprivation and his mind turned to mush. Number thirteen had a slightly different conditioning program, and took about four days. I wanted to do something that more suited her..oops, I guess you know which ones I’m talking about.”

Alice was surprised. Not by what the Baroness was doing, or had done, but the knowledge that Allen the macho man; the ‘nobody calls me a chicken’ tough guy; had broken so quickly. Frank, and even Betty, had fought harder and longer.

The Baroness motioned for Alice to follow her. With the maid assisting her, the three of them walked down a corridor to another room in the dungeon.

“Since you will have the use of number eight, I’m going to need a new maid…”

Alice stopped and looked at a figure kneeling on the floor in front of a large tank which appeared to be filled with hot, liquid rubber.

“Up, number twelve!” commanded the Baroness.

The figure rose and Alice could see that it was another rubberized slave…but wait! Didn’t the Baroness say number twelve; that meant that it was….

A slave covered head to toe in shiny, seamless, black rubber now stood in front of Alice. She could not see a face, but she knew it was…Allen! He had been given breast implants just like her. She looked down and saw something that made her want to shout in terror.

His cock and balls were gone!

“Number twelve is a housemaid and nothing more.” said the Baroness “To that end, its sex organs were removed and to prevent any sexual stimulation, the prostate was removed as well.”

Alice wanted to reach out to him, but the gloves prevented her from moving her arms.

“Pity isn’t needed Alice. When Allen existed, he was a boorish, selfish, insensitive lout. Now as number twelve, it has a useful purpose; existing only to serve. It will serve the both of us, if you desire.”

Why was the Baroness showing this to her? Why do the most sadistic things to her friends, and yet make references to sharing a lifestyle? She wasn’t a lesbian! She didn’t want to be!

Yet….she didn’t understand it, there was a dark attraction to what she was seeing. Yes, Allen was everything the Baroness said he was. He should be made to feel what it’s like to give instead of take. It began to make Alice feel slightly horny seeing him covered in rubber and visualizing him made to wear a maid’s uniform.

The Baroness was strong, decisive and intelligent. She knew what she wanted, and took steps to get it. At the same time, she shared many of the same interests as Alice. These were qualities that Alice always admired…..but a sexual attraction? Alice could still not believe that she had these hidden desires.

“Of course, to make the transformation much more complete, a nice narrow waist is necessary.’ The Baroness then walked over to an electrical panel. “Into the mold number twelve.” she commanded.

The Allen/slave walked over to a framework where a half of a steel mold was attached. It backed itself into the mold. The mold was so tight that Alice could see that Allen could not fit into it. The Baroness walked over to him and with a bit of effort, pushed him into the mold. His waist collapsed into the narrow steel opening.

“Oh yes,” the Baroness added, “I also removed a few of its ribs. This allows me to make its waist as narrow as I want.”

The rubber maid took the front half of the mold and placed it over the front of the totally conditioned Allen/slave. The mold was then bolted shut.

Alice could see that the mold not only would create a radical hourglass shape, but it went from his armpits to his pubic bone as well, making it impossible to bend at the waist.

The Baroness returned to the panel and pressed a large red button. Instantly hot liquid rubber was pumped into the mold. Alice saw Allen flail his arms…the rubber must have been boiling hot!

The Baroness pressed another button and the pumps stopped. A push of another button sent cold water into the mold. After several minutes, the maid unbolted the mold and Allen was released. His waist was now maybe only 15 inches at the most. The corset helped push up the artificial breasts making them even more pronounced than before.

A uniform was brought over. It was made in one piece and had to be pulled over his head. The maid struggled with it…it was extremely thick and tight. Stiletto heel shoes and a white rubber apron and cap completed the outfit. Now, number twelve stood dressed in an all-rubber uniform before the Baroness and Alice. The Baroness had transformed Allen into a maid, just like the one standing next to her.

The Baroness could see Alice’s reaction. “Let’s go see number thirteen.”

Alice followed the Baroness back to the elevator. She was starting to get the hang of the boots, but not being able to move her hands and arms made her realize that she couldn’t run away.

They walked down the main hallway and to the back of the castle. The Baroness began to walk towards the stables.

“Number thirteen is too small for heavy work, unlike number fourteen. I also don’t need any more house slaves at this time, so I thought I’d make it something more interesting.”

As they approached one of the stalls, Alice could hear the sound of hooves against the stones. Alice liked horses and she thought that maybe Betty had been turned into a rubberized stable hand.

Then Alice realized what the Baroness meant by ‘interesting’. Now standing in front of her was Betty. Like the others, she had been covered head to toe in rubber, but unlike the others she was uniquely different.

Betty was in a gray rubber outfit that had specks of black. A long black rubber mane went from the crown of her head to the small of her back. Her feet were encased in boots that ended in hooves shod with real horseshoes. Her arms were forced against her sides except from the elbows to her wrists. These were left somewhat free, but her hands were now hooves as well.

“I have lots of room on my estate to ride, and I thought that a nice new rubberized pony slave would make a nice addition to my stables. The wrists and forearms are used for attachment to the cart. However, the hood is the best touch.”

Alice tried to avoid looking, but the collar prevented her from turning away. Betty’s head was covered in a rubber mask that gave her the appearance of a horse! A large nose and jaw had been adhered to Betty’s face. Her own ears were covered by the rubber mask, and a new, pointed set were on the top of the head. To top it off, a large rubber tail was fastened, probably by the Adhesive A, to Betty’s own tailbone; making it appear real!

“I’ve decided that calling it number thirteen is inappropriate for a pony. What do you think of ‘Rosebud’?”

Alice didn’t respond in any way. She didn’t want the Baroness to get the idea that she even approved of this. Betty was her best friend! She didn’t deserve this!

The Baroness smiled. “I’ll let you think about it for awhile. When your voice returns, you can name the pony. In fact if things work out, I’ll let you have her for your own.”

That upset Alice. She turned as best she could and began to swear at the Baroness. The pain in her throat was intense, and she only could mouth the words, but the Baroness knew what she was trying to say.

A rubber-gloved hand struck Alice’s face, and knocked her to the stones.

“That will not be tolerated by anyone, even you!” shouted the Baroness. “You will learn obedience and respect, or you will join the others…No, that would be too easy. Instead of a living, breathing slave, I’ll turn you into one of my garden statues. You’ll be placed in a mold, and thick unyielding rubber will be poured in, permanently encasing you. You’ll only have enough room to breathe, while you are forced to hear life go on around you.”

The Baroness calmed somewhat down and continued. “I’ve done it before, and if you insist on maintaining your rebellious attitude, you will pay for your insolence.”

The maid helped Alice to her feet. The Baroness looked at Alice for several seconds and then held up her hand. Alice thought that she was going to strike her again and closed her eyes.

Instead, the Baroness stroked the place where she had struck Alice. Alice looked at the Baroness, who now had tears in her eyes.

“Please, I’m sorry my darling. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want you to think I want to hurt you. But, you MUST obey.”

Alice was confused. Were these mind games the Baroness was playing? First she strikes her and threatens to turn her into a permanent statue, then she changes her attitude and treats her like a lover. Alice then realized that she had brought it upon herself. Yes, she hated what had been done to Betty, but getting the Baroness mad wasn’t going to help things, and it wasn’t going to help her.

Alice carefully walked up to the Baroness and rested her head on the Baroness’ shoulder. The Baroness hugged Alice tightly and then gave her a long forceful kiss on the mouth. Alice returned the kiss, knowing that if the Baroness was pleased with her, the better were her chances of escape. End of Part One. The Rubber Baroness Part Two

The Baroness guided Alice towards a set of large oak doors in the west wing of the castle. These were the Baroness’ sleeping quarters. Alice watched, as the Baroness opened the heavy doors with ease. What she saw caused her to shiver in fear, yet become aroused.

The rooms were covered in black rubber. Not just things like the bed sheets and curtains, but EVERYTHING! The wallpaper was thin latex sheeting. The furniture had been coated in liquid latex. The carpet under her feet was actually rubber. The smell of it entered her nostrils and gave Alice an intense, erotic sensation.

“These are our quarters, and this is our bed, my darling.” said the Baroness.

Alice knew that there was no way out of this. The Baroness was going to make her her lesbian sex slave, and if Alice resisted, she would be turned into some horrible rubber freak like her friends had been.

The Baroness guided Alice over to the foot of the bed. Then she reached up and pulled down a rubber coated manacle from the top of the bedpost. Taking Alice’s left wrist, she closed the manacle. A second manacle was snapped around Alice’s right wrist.

Similar restraints were placed on Alice’s rubberized ankles. Alice’s was now facing away from the bed. The Baroness stepped over to the nightstand . Alice could not turn her head so she was unsure of just what the Baroness was doing. She could hear the sound of a drawer being opened, and a slight clinking. The wait was only for a few minutes, but Alice knew that the Baroness had something perverted planned.

The Baroness had a remote control in her left hand, and a harness gag in her right. What Alice was frightened of the most was that the Baroness was now wearing a huge strap-on rubber dildo!

The Baroness took hold of Alice’s jaw and began to place the gag in her mouth. The gag not only had a large rubber cock for the inside of her mouth, but a much larger dildo was on the outside as well. Alice could taste the rubber as it made its way past her lips and over her tongue. She wanted to spit it out, but the Baroness kept pushing it in, until the entire length had settled in. The Baroness then pulled the straps of the gag so tight that she couldn’t even slip a finger between the straps and Alice’s skin. Alice wanted to cry out; the harness was too tight and the rubber cock was almost choking her, but the Baroness would not remove it.

The Baroness had years of experience in binding and gagging her ‘partners’, and knew just when enough was enough. Alice was being brought just to the edge, but no further. If she gave in; accepted her fate, then all would be well. But it would be weeks, maybe even months for the Baroness to be convinced that Alice was THE one. Once convinced that Alice was secured, the Baroness pointed the remote control at the bed and pressed one of its buttons. Alice could hear the sound of electric motors and soon felt the chains being pulled towards the four corners of the bedposts. Her arms and legs were forcing her into a standing spread-eagled position.

The chains kept being pulled tighter and tighter. Now Alice’s limbs were being painfully stretched and they felt as if they were going to be pulled out of her sockets.

The Baroness used her remote to stop the winches before they could tear her captive apart. Yes, she thought to herself, Alice had a wonderfully flexible body. She was perfect; from her face; down to her firm tits; all the way to that beautifully rounded ass! What would transpire now would be the first of many experiences the Baroness would introduce her to.

Alice could feel the pain in her limbs as they were so stretched so taut. But now something else was happening. She couldn’t look down because of the posture collar, but soon she felt something begin to touch her pussy. Rubber coated fingers began to probe her. The Baroness was getting her wet again. Alice tried to control herself, but the Baroness already knew just how to arouse the most frigid woman.

Then Alice felt a new sensation….Something large …..and rubber…..THE DILDO!

The Baroness quickly stood and inserted herself into Alice’s moist opening. She was now facing her and Alice could not turn herself away. All she could see was the Baroness’ face as she smiled and began to thrust her hips back and forth.

Alice closed her eyes as the Baroness continued to rape her with the large rubber cock.

“Relax my sweet. Soon you will feel just how delicious it is.” whispered the Baroness.

Alice soon felt two unique sensations: The sexual pleasure from the Baroness’ continual thrusting in and out of Alice’s now totally drenched pussy and; a probing of her anus by the Baroness’ rubber-gloved hands.

Alice opened her eyes. The Baroness was smiling at her. She placed her face closer to Alice’s and opened her mouth. She placed the external rubber dildo that was attached to the gag into it, and began a rhythmic sucking of the artificial cock. As she would thrust the strap-on into Alice, she would suck the dildo-gag as well.

Alice could no longer fight the pleasure building up inside her. She came…and came…and came! The Baroness entered her harder and deeper! Alice came again and again.

Why?… Why? Alice thought to herself.

….She came again….

Why am I letting myself enjoy this?

….She came again….

The Baroness gave once last, deep thrust and held it for several moments.

Alice came again; the largest, most intense orgasm ever!

The Baroness removed herself. She was sweating and it was clear that she also had come several times.

Alice felt drained of all her strength. The sensations she had felt were incredible!

But the Baroness was not finished yet…

She took the remote and pressed another button.

Alice could feel the chains move….she wasn’t going to pull them tighter?

The chains began to move on two separate steel tracks. The chain on Alice’s right wrist began moving to the left, towards the opposite bedpost. The left hand chain began moving right. The ankle chains also began switching positions.

“I’d suggest you turn to your right until you’re facing the other way. Otherwise you’ll end up a human pretzel.”

Alice let herself be turned around until she was facing the head of the bed. She could feel the chains stop, then begin to pull her taut again.

“You need a little loosening up.” said the Baroness. Alice didn’t have to guess twice what that meant.

Alice felt the Baroness’ fingers push inside her asshole again. This time a lubricant was used to coat the delicate opening.

The strap-on touched Alice’s as cheeks….

Then with one thrust, the Baroness impaled Alice on the thick rubber cock.

If Alice could scream, she would have let out the most blood-curdling one she could do. But she could only feel pain. Pain from her throat which had been disabled by the injection, but most of all from the assault on her ass! She had never been fucked in the ass before. She never let Allen suggest it, let alone actually do it! Now, this dyke was ramming her from behind!

Alice passed out from the pain and sheer exhaustion.

When she awoke, Alice was resting on the bed. She looked up and saw a full-length mirror on the ceiling above the bed. She tried to rise, but the collar, gloves and boots prevented her from helping herself up. She could also see something wide and thick around her waist. Thick rubber straps went from each side of the belt. She could guess that they were restraints of some kind. Since she couldn’t move her hands, she was secured to the bed.

She also noticed that she was alone, and that the gag was gone! She tried to talk, but she felt the sharp pain in her throat…no the drug was still working. She still was unable to speak.

Alice laid helpless for what seemed to her like hours. Then she heard someone enter the room. It was the maid called number eight. She walked over to the bed and undid the belt/restraint and helped Alice up.

Alice was escorted to the bathroom and number eight began to draw a bath. Alice felt a fullness in her bladder and bowels and fidgeted as the pressure began to build. The maid took Alice’s arm and pushed her gently onto the toilet. Alice was embarrassed by having to do this in front of a stranger, but decided that she had already been humiliated and raped; there was little else left to protect. Certainly not her modesty.

Alice relieved herself. As she rose, number eight began to clean her ass and privates. Well Alice thought, I can’t do it myself.

The maid then bathed Alice. The boots, gloves and collar stayed put. The Adhesive A was waterproof. Then a shampoo was liberally used on not only her head, but where any of her hair was. It had a strawberry-like smell and tingled her skin.

As Alice was being dried, she could see that the shampoo had done something to her hair. It had become slightly darker and thicker.

Alice was brought down to the breakfast table where a light meal had been prepared. As she could not use her hands to eat, number eight would spoon feed her and help her to drink her juice and coffee.

“I see that number eight is taking good care of you.” said the Baroness.

Alice looked at her. The Baroness had changed from her usual skin-tight rubber clothing into a grey jacket and skirt; like some corporate executive. In the hallway, Alice could see two suitcases.

The Baroness continued.”While I’m away, you can go anywhere within the castle and garden and within 100 meters of the outside walls. Failure to do so, will result in your being placed in solitary confinement for the duration of my trip.”

Alice was alarmed. Away? Trip? What was going on?

“I have a business to run. You don’t think that this is all that I do? I will be on a trip to London for three weeks. While I’m there you will have a chance to become accustomed to the castle routine and for you to begin your studies of rubbersex.”

The Baroness picked up a book and set it down in front of Alice. Like the furniture, it was covered in rubber. The Baroness opened up the book to the first page where Alice saw an illustration of two rubber clad women having sex with each other.

“This book will show you the techniques you will learn in order to please me. In addition, on a daily basis you will watch eight hours of videos of rubber and bondage. The servants have been scheduled to provide you with four to five hours per day of ‘hands-on’ training as well.”

She continued, ” Of course, When I return I will evaluate what you have learned. If you score well on my tests, you will begin your final phase of training.”

The Baroness then took Alice in her arms and gave her a long passionate kiss. Her tongue thrust deep into Alice’s mouth. Alice could no longer think of resisting; the Baroness had already succeeded in breaking her resolve to escape.

The Baroness was pleased with this result. With a feeling of great satisfaction, she strode towards the hallway and out the castle door to her waiting limo; leaving Alice in the care of the rubberized slaves.

Alice did not have to wait long for the next torment. number eight and another female (maybe) rubber slave took her by each arm and escorted her to the elevator. They went down to the dungeon level.

Instead of heading towards the sensory deprivation tank and the bondage table, Alice was taken in the opposite direction, to a different room.

In the middle of this room was something like a combination dentist’s chair and gynecological exam table. Alice was placed into it, and quickly secured with thick rubber straps. Her legs were pulled wide apart and also secured to the heavy metal stirrups. A harness was placed over her head and fastened to the headrest.

Now number eight took something from a tray next to the headrest. Alice tried to see what it was but of course, she was completely incapable of doing anything but move her eyes. In seconds though, she wouldn’t have that.

number eight took two pieces of rubberized adhesive bandage and taped Alice’s left eyelids open. Then the same was done to the right side. Small rubber tubes were placed just under each eye and also tapped into place.

Alice could no longer close her eyes! What was happening now?

The two rubber slaves then inserted two large vibrators into Alice’s pussy and ass. Rubber straps ensured that they could not fall out, no matter how much they worked!

Now the chair began to move. Alice was positioned in front of a large video screen. The lights in the room were turned off. Alice was in complete darkness until the screen was turned on.

On the screen was the Baroness. “Hello my slave.” she said. “In order for you to become trained in the ways of rubbersex, you must become totally immersed in it. You are to become conditioned in the techniques and practices. As a bonus, you will be given continuous sexual stimulus during these videos. By the time you are ready for ‘hands-on’ training, you’ll be ready to fuck anything.”

The Baroness’ face disappeared and the first video appeared. It was of two women bound and gagged in rubber, with a third woman dressed only in a strap-on dildo, began raping them. As the dominatrix entered the first slave, the intruder in Alice’s pussy began to vibrate. As the scene became more intense, both vibrators became more intense. Alice wanted to close her eyes, but the tape forced her to watch.

A scent of rubber would enter her nostrils. It was an intoxicating perfume, that Alice was now smelling; no longer something strange.

A timer would send water into the rubber tubes, ending in a fine mist. This prevented Alice’s eyes from drying, as she could not blink to keep them moist.

Hours passed and Alice was brought to the point of orgasm time and time again. The vibrators were synchronized with the videos, so that with each scene of extreme bondage and rubbersex, they turned on. But each time she was ready, the vibrators would stop. The Baroness was right! Alice had to have release!

Suddenly the video stopped and the room went black. Then Alice could hear the sound of something being lowered from the ceiling. The chair changed positions so that she was now flat on her back.

A spotlight was turned on and in front of Alice’s face was a black rubber device in the shape of a woman’s vagina! It lowered itself until it rested on her face.

“Eat!” came an electronic voice. Alice paused.

Then a different sensation entered Alice’s pussy and rear. Instead of a pleasant vibrator, electric shocks began to torture her.

“EAT!” came the voice and the shocks became more violent.

Alice took her tongue and placed it in the rubber pussy. The shocks stopped temporarily.

“EAT!” and Alice with a combination of fear and disgust, began to perform oral sex on the black rubber device.


Alice tried to go faster, but it was difficult because her head was so confined. All she had available was her mouth, lips and tongue. But then, that was the object of this. Another series of electric shocks began torturing her until she was able to go faster.

“Deeper” …Deeper? Alice thought that it was impossible to do. However, more shocks made her realize that she had to try; no matter if she damaged her tongue permanently. The shocks had to stop!

This continued for nearly two hours. Whenever Alice succeeded in satisfying the device, the vibrators would switch on. When she failed, it was the electric shocks again.

Then the device was switched from a rubber vagina, to a large rubber cock. Alice could do nothing but open her mouth, as it pushed its way past her lips and continued until almost going down her throat!

“Suck.” said the electronic voice. Alice needed no convincing, and proceeded to work the thing in her mouth. As she sucked it and manipulated her tongue and lips on the rubber cock, artificial ‘cum’ would spray into her mouth.

“Swallow”…and Alice did. She was puzzled however. If the Baroness wanted her as a lesbian sex slave, why train her in pleasuring men?

Alice could not tell how long she had been in the room. There were more hours of videos; each one more intense, more bondage, more sex and of course, more and more rubber! Each session meant more stimulus. Now all Alice could think of was how to find a way to fuck herself the rest of the night!

Finally, after she had long gone past her ability to resist, the rubber maids released her from the chair. Alice tried to rub against them; trying to get them to let her come; but they held her at arms’ length.

She was taken to the bedroom and strapped onto the bed. number eight brought over a thick rubber helmet and pulled it over her head, covering it completely except for an opening for her mouth. She was forced to breathe through this, as her nose was covered as well.

Then number eight placed a rubber mouthpiece into the opening. Alice tried to keep her mouth closed, but the rubber maid began to stroke the now very sensitive clit. As Alice shuddered from the touch, she eased up and number eight was able to push the mouthpiece in and secure it with a locking rubber head harness.

The mouthpiece provided cool, crisp air, but that was not all. An odorless gas was mixed with the oxygen. This gas quickly caused Alice to become light-headed, and eventually she was in a deep uninterruptable sleep.

When Alice did awake, she was still in the hood and still strapped to the bed. But now she felt as if she was being squeezed on every square inch of her body. number eight removed the helmet’s blindfold and looking into the ceiling mirror, Alice could see that she was covered from head to toe in bright red latex! Not only was the rubber suit extremely tight, but Alice could feel that it was almost as thick as the gloves and boots had been…she could barely move. There were no openings save for her eyes, the mouthpiece and two rubber tubes that ended in incredibly huge plugs that had been forced into her pussy and ass!

What the most shocking thing was that Alice could also see that attached to the suit was an enormous rubber cock!

A hospital gurney was wheeled into the room and Alice was released from the bed. She could hardly even sit up, the rubber was so tight and thick! The maids and two other rubber slaves lifted Alice off of the bed and placed her on the gurney. Then it and Alice were wheeled to the elevator, and they went down to the dungeon for more rubbersex training.

Alice was confused as to what the Baroness had in mind for her. Why the dildo? Wasn’t she going to be the one getting fucked; not the other way around?

Alice was lifted from the gurney and set in front of the chair where she had previously been strapped to. The rubber slaves attached cables to the plugs…obviously they were vibrators as well. Then, number eight once again taped open Alice’s eyes so she could not prevent herself from closing them. The automatic moisteners were also reattached.

Alice stood facing the chair. ‘Why aren’t they putting me in it?’ she thought.

Out of the corner of her eye, two figures were entering the room. Alice saw another rubber slave; possibly male, and a smaller female figure. As they approached the chair Alice could see that the female was bound in a form-fitting rubber catsuit and a rubber straightjacket. A thick rubber helmet had been pulled over her head. She was trying to resist…this was not one of the Baroness’ house slaves!

The female was strapped into the chair; her legs pulled wide apart and affixed to the stirrups. The video screen was turned on again and the Baroness spoke.

“This slave has been very disobedient towards her Master, who happens to be a good friend of mine. She is to spend the next forty-eight hours in this room. You my sweet Alice, are to teach her a lesson, by fucking her long and hard.”

The Baroness continued, “This will not be a pleasurable experience for you either; at least not while you are punishing her. While you were asleep, your clitoris was injected with an anesthetic which will last for roughly the same amount of time. I do not want you experiencing sexual pleasure until I say you can.”

“The bitch!” Alice fumed. “I can’t feel anything!” In all the excitement of being in the rubber suit, Alice had not noticed the growing numbness between her legs. Now she was supposed to rape this slave and not get any pleasure out of it.

Then it struck her…pleasure from raping a slave? The Baroness was getting her to think that this was pleasure. Being bound in rubber and engaging in rubbersex with women, was now something that was now stimulating and enjoyable. Alice was taken aback…but only for a few seconds.

The awful electronic voice spoke…”Fuck!” With each second that Alice hesitated, the electric shocks entered her ass; more painful than ever.

Because the suit limited her movements, Alice had to struggle to make it to the chair. The female’s vaginal was exposed, as well as her asshole. Alice laid on top of the woman and quickly entered her. The slave felt that someone was about to rape her and futilely struggled and screamed into the thick penis gag that had been forced into her mouth.

“Slow” said the voice. Alice began a slow in and out movement. The slave struggled harder as she felt the rubber intruder begin its work. In seconds, Alice had the slave completely wet and the dildo moved much more easily.

“Deeper” came the voice. Alice pushed herself inside the slave deeper. Oh how she wanted to feel it! The slave was being brought to the edge to orgasm. Then…..

An electric spark from the dildo now emerged. The slave was now screaming in pain rather than pleasure. Alice could feel nothing, but she knew the sensation from her previous encounter in the chair. “Deeper” said the voice, and Alice pushed inside the slave as hard as she could in an attempt to insert the entire length of the dildo. Alice was feeling pleasure, but not physically. She watched the struggling rubber-bound slave as the combination of pain and pleasure took its toll.

The slave collapsed. Alice could see that the slave had fainted. number eight walked up to the chair and placed an ammonia capsule under her nose. The slave awoke with a start. The electronic voice spoke “Fuck”; and Alice began again.

Whenever Alice would tire, the shocks in her ass reminded her that there were many more hours to go. Alice was allowed rest periods of fifteen minutes every two hours. The tubes in her suit allowed her bladder and bowels to empty while she was working on the slave. She would be given water to drink during these rest periods, but nothing else.

By the end of the first day, Alice had began to understand her pleasurable feelings about what was occurring. She was bound in rubber, but she was also the one in control. The slave strapped in the chair was the one being controlled. Alice was in charge of administering pleasure and pain to the slave, who could do nothing but accept her fate.

Alice no longer needed the electric shocks to prod her on. She willing thrust the dildo inside the slave’s pussy; and then without the voice telling her, the slave’s asshole as well.

After three or four hours, Alice could begin to feel the stimulus to her clit. The Baroness didn’t numb it for the entire time! Alice started to feel more and more pleasure as she began to fuck the slave harder and harder…but never letting her come!

By the fortieth hour, the Baroness’ rubber slaves stopped Alice and began to remove the suit. Alice was happy that she had more movement, yet was sad that the tight rubber was being removed.

The image of the Baroness appeared on the screen once more. “Alice my sweet, you have done well. As a reward for your performance, you are permitted one orgasm and one only.”

Alice was fitted with another dildo, and she re-mounted the slave. However, something was different. The slave’s face could now be seen; the hood had been removed and the slave’s eyes had also been taped open; showing her that the face of her tormentor belonged to a woman.

“This slave has never had sex with a woman before.” said the Baroness “Now she is completely humiliated and understands that if her Master gives her an order, she will have to comply.”

Alice said nothing, but began working the dildo until she had the biggest and best orgasm ever! She tried to work the dildo to have another.

“Stop!” shouted the Baroness. “ONE ONLY!”

Alice couldn’t stop herself; she continued thrusting herself inside the slave.


The rubber slaves pulled Alice off of the slave and removed the dildo. number eight brought over a hypo and gave Alice’s clit another injection of anesthetic. Then she was taken to a large steel ring on the floor of the room.

“This failure to obey me will be your last!”

Each of Alice’s fingers and toes were secured with rubber thongs. Each thong was secured to the ring and the rubber slaves began to pull them; stretching her digits out towards the ring.

Alice was now in an extreme spread eagled position. She could not move her fingers and toes. A rubber head harness was placed on her and it too, was secured to the ring. Nipple clamps and a clamp on her clit were attached, and rubber strapping pulled then towards the ring.

Alice could hear an electric motor and soon felt the ring being lifted off of the floor and into the air. The straps stretched, but didn’t break, as she was now in a vertical position, her weight now held by the straps and the ring.

Each of the three rubber slaves took a whip of some kind and took turns striking Alice with them. Alice wanted to scream, but she couldn’t. Even if the drug that numbed her vocal cords had worn off, a huge inflatable rubber gag was attached to the head harness and blown up until she could hardly breathe through her nose!

Twice Alice fainted from the torture, and twice she was revived and the whipping started again. She had been repeatedly struck on every uncovered inch of her body, except for her head.

After an unknown length of time, she was taken down from the ring. A thick, rubber bag was brought into the room.

The Baroness spoke again. “Obedience is expected by everyone. I am very sad that you could not accept this fact. I have hope that you will eventually accept this. Now I will have to change the structure of your training.”

Alice’s mouth was forced open and a large rubber mouthpiece and tube pushed into it. Rubber straps, covered in the Adhesive A, wrapped around her head trapping the tube in her mouth. Next, rubber plugs were glued into her nostrils. This forced her to breathe through her mouth, and thus the tube.

Earplugs were also glued, cutting off all sound. Then the rubber slaves opened the bag and forced Alice into its doll-sized opening. It was a tight squeeze, but eventually Alice was pushed through.

The bag was small, and forced Alice to assume a fetal position. It was also thick; three times the thickness of the gloves she had worn. There would be no way to puncture a way out of it. The tube was pulled through a reinforced hole in the bag.

Finally, the rubber slaves placed Adhesive A onto the tube and seams of the opening and sealed the bag. Alice was now trapped inside the rubber bag! She clawed at the sides of the bag. She tried to remove the mouthpiece and tube, but the Adhesive A was too strong.

On the bag were two reinforced rubber rings. A set of chains was lowered from the ceiling and padlocked to the rings. Then with a push of a button, the bag was hoisted in the air until it was about two feet off of the floor.

She sat quietly in the bag for several minutes, frightened at the isolation and the darkness. She had complete freedom of her limbs, but for what?

Then she felt something entering the tube. A soft mush began entering her mouth. It came in continuously and began to fill her mouth. As the tube was also supplying her with air, all she could do was swallow. From time to time, she could hold back the mush with her tongue and take a breath. However, she could not hold it back for long, as the stuff would clog the tube. The mush was totally tasteless. After swallowing what Alice had thought may have been about a quart, she was given a liquid to drink. It too, had no taste.

Then Alice began feeling a cramping in her stomach. The cramps spread to her kidneys, bladder, and bowels. She then lost control and began to relieve herself in the bag! She tried to hold it in but it was useless! After fifteen minutes, she had lost all control of her bodily functions.

Over the course of the day, Alice would be force-fed several times an hour. Mixed with the mush and water was a drug that would cause her to shit and piss almost everything she consumed. It would collect in the bag letting Alice feel it filling up; dreading the next feeding session. Of course, a concentrated nutrient was also included so that she would not starve or too severely dehydrate.

Alice was frightened to move, as her wastes would slosh around in the bag. Her fingers would accidentally touch the foul stuff, but she had no place to clean them. It disgusted her and if there had been anything left in her stomach, she would have thrown up.

The Baroness knew that this was a severe punishment, which had only just begun. Alice would be in this phase for at least four days. However, upon release from the bag in two weeks, Alice would never disobey again.

End Part Two

The Rubber Baroness Part Three

Alice sat as still as possible in the rubber bag as it slightly swayed from the ceiling. She had been trapped inside it for at least two days.

The force-feeding continued. Sleep was impossible, as the mush and liquid came through the feeding/breathing tube at all hours. She was afraid to sleep for fear that she could choke to death. The drug continued its work; her bowels and bladder emptying without her ability to control them.

The bag was filling up. She could feel that her wastes were now only inches from her waist. The darkness and silence in the bag only made the situation more unbearable. How much longer? Does the Baroness intend for the bag to fill completely? Alice shuddered at the thought of being entirely surrounded by shit and piss; she could almost feel it now.

More mush entered the tube. This time it was nearly half a gallon. Alice wished that she had obeyed the Baroness and just come once and not try for another! The stirring in her bowels was now a familiar one, as the mush was passing through her rapidly. Alice knew that if the Baroness released her, the next punishment would be her last!

Alice felt someone touching the rubber bag. Was she being released?

Something was now on the underside of the bag. Alice waited as she could feel that cutting into the bag. FREEDOM!

But that was not to be. The rubber slaves had cut only a small opening for a new tube. The tube was hooked to a pump that began to extract the wastes in the bag. The bag emptied quickly. Then hot water was pumped into the bag. Alice could feel that the water was very hot; hotter than any shower.

The water filled the bag completely. Alice felt like she was being boiled alive! Then the water was pumped out and a disinfectant sprayed inside to kill any remaining germs.

The water had nearly burned her; it was so hot. Alice winched from the pain. Then something else began to enter the bag. Not ice water, Alice hoped.

The liquid was thick and heavy. Alice could feel that it was even a little sticky. What was it? Then it was clear to her what it was….liquid rubber!

In minutes Alice was engulfed in a womb of rubber. The liquid rubber’s thickness made it difficult for Alice to move. The weight of the liquid rubber and Alice brought the bag only inches from the floor. Alice was trying to breathe but the constriction on her chest forced her to take short breaths only.

The rubber was warm and the room was well heated. Alice tried to stay quiet and calm, as she began to drift to sleep; the first real sleep she had in a long time. She curled up as best she could; a rubber fetus in a rubber womb.

She began to dream …of the Baroness….but mostly of rubber.

Rubber dresses…rubber catsuits…rubber ponies…and lots of rubber bondage.

She dreamt of being stretched onto a rubber kite and flown high over the castle.

She imagined being mummified in strips of rubber.

Bound in a rubber catsuit and hood, and strapped onto a motorcycle, while her Mistress rode it through the countryside.

She even wanted to be coated in rubber and become glued to one of the doors to the Baroness’ bedroom.

(Little did she know but almost all of these dreams would become reality.)

She was no longer given the continuous feedings of mush and liquid. In fact, the last thing that went through the tubes was a thick, slimy liquid. It filled her stomach, and hardened. This substance was a very special nutrient. It was so concentrated, that Alice could live for nearly a month without eating. Her stomach acids would slowly dissolve it; leaving no waste, but keeping her alive.

It had been nearly four weeks that Alice was in her rubber womb. She drifted in and out of consciousness, not because of any drug, but because the bag and liquid rubber were so comfortable and safe.

Suddenly Alice felt something moving the bag. In seconds, a sharp object had cut a long slit along the bottom of the bag. The liquid rubber emptied out, and Alice felt her ankles being seized. Then she was pulled out through the opening.

No! she thought. She had been so accustomed to the bag that she was afraid to leave it.

She was completely coated in the liquid rubber as two of the rubber slaves held her upside down by her ankles. The breathing tube was removed and number eight gave Alice a swat on her rear. Alice cried out…the first noise she was able to utter in weeks!

The Baroness smiled as Alice squirmed on the floor. She was weak from her not being able to use her muscles for so long, and from hunger. The nutrient had only kept her alive, not giving her strength to fight.

“You have been reborn, my beautiful rubber baby.” said the Baroness as the rubber slaves began to clean the remaining liquid latex off Alice. Alice shivered from being cold; the room was warm, but the rubber womb had been warmer.

Alice was lifted up onto the gurney. A rubber diaper was placed around her and a rubber sheet wrapped tightly around her body. Rubber straps were buckled closed, ensuring that the sheet stayed on her, and she could not escape. She was taken to a room next to the Baroness’ quarters. The room was made up as a nursery; like the Baroness’ bedroom everything was made or coated in rubber. Alice was taken from the gurney and placed into a rubber-coated crib.

A baby bottle was placed in her mouth. Although Alice had regained some of her senses, she was VERY hungry, and so gladly let the rubber nipple go past her lips. She sucked on it, allowing some sort of formula to flow. The formula was tasty and Alice sucked on the nipple as long and as hard as she could.

Over the next few days, Alice was regaining her strength. The Baroness changed the way Alice was fed. The bottle had been replaced with large artificial breasts that had been strapped to number twelve. In order to eat, Alice would have to ‘breast feed’. Alice didn’t care. All she wanted was to eat. She couldn’t get enough of the formula, and would cry when the breasts were removed and she was burped.

This was no coincidence. A side effect of the nutrient was that it was addictive. This meant that the longer Alice was fed this way, the stronger her dependence on it. The Baroness’ plans called for the gradual reduction in potency of the nutrient, so that Alice would be eventually weaned from it and accept regular food.

Alice had not been released from the rubber sheet and straps, except the lower half, in order to change her diaper. She still had ‘accidents’ from eating the large amounts of nutrient/formula. Still, she was gaining weight: A small amount of ‘baby fat’ had developed on her. (The Baroness also planned for a physical training program to take care of that.)

On the tenth day, the ‘breasts’ were alternated with large rubber cocks. Alice had wanted to resist, but she knew that the Baroness would prevail eventually.

Another week passed. Alice wanted to talk, to beg the Baroness for mercy, but she couldn’t find the words. Each time the Baroness entered the room, Alice wanted to speak to her. Maybe it was fear that kept her from saying anything. All she could do was to look at her and manage a weak smile; hoping that the Baroness would release her.

Three more days passed and Alice was freed from the rubber sheet. She breathed a sigh of relief. She tried to get up and walk, but her muscles could only allow her to crawl around for short periods. Eventually, she would be able to stand and walk on her own.

The Baroness was certain that Alice was ready for the next step. Yes, the incident with the female slave was a setback, but she could now see in Alice’s eyes the look of total submissiveness; total dependence. There was one more thing that needed to be done. Alice had to be reminded of her place in this house.

Alice had just finished eating a large bowl of oatmeal. Although she was now able to feed herself, her coordination was still not fully recovered. Large globs of the cereal were on her face from her missing her mouth with the spoon. The Baroness took a warm washcloth and wiped Alice’s face clean.

“Thank you Mistress’, she said.

“I am not quite though yet.” replied the Baroness.

Alice now saw that the Baroness had a HUGE hypodermic in her hand.

“Please Mistress…”

“SHUT UP!” retorted the Baroness. The rubber slaves held Alice down as the hypo was brought closer to Alice’s left breast. Alice closed her eyes, waiting for the pain.

Instead of impaling the needle into her breast, the Baroness lifted it up until she could see the valve of the implant. Alice had forgotten about them.

The Baroness inserted the needle and injected the contents of the hypo into the implant. Alice could feel the implant getting bigger.

The Baroness did the same with Alice’s right implant. She wanted to make sure that both implants had the same proportions. Instead of finishing, the Baroness filled the hypo and repeated the injections into Alice’s implants. Then she did it again.

Alice felt the pressure of the enlarged implants. It was starting to hurt!

The Baroness continued the injections until Alice had obtained a 48 DD sized bust!

“You like?” said the Baroness.

“Please Mistress, they hurt!” cried Alice

“They’re quite permanent, so get used to them. If you ever dare to disobey me, I’ll do this again and double the size. You are mine to do with as I please!”

Tears ran down Alice’s cheeks. The implants were going to stay!

“Yes Mistress” replied Alice, no longer surprised at her own words. The Baroness had broken her! She was her slave!

The Baroness could barely contain herself. It took such a short time to accomplish! Now Alice would learn the delights of being a sex slave. There would be many days and nights of rubbersex pleasure for the both of them.

She reached out her hand to Alice.

“Come with me. I want to introduce you to my friends. We are having a party in your honor.”

Alice gingerly raised her hand; her Mistress taking it forcefully, yet with a certain gentleness as well.

“I love you, Alice.”

Then the words that justified all the pain; all the work; were spoken.

“I love you, Mistress.”

March 26, 2009 Posted by | Fetish | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Gas Story

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

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

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

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

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

But that’s another story.

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Michael laid there tightly wrapped in the Straitjacket wondering what

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

January 12, 2009 Posted by | Fetish | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 18 Comments

Segufix Restraint System – Original Post 3/12/08

Last night, for the first time ever I got to experience the magic feeling that is the Segufix restraint system.  For those of us with an interest in bondage and restraint, especially coupled with the medical world, this setup is no stranger to you.  For those that don’t know, Segufix is a “humane” type of medical restraint.  It is a setup for when simple 4-point restraints will just not be secure enough.  It consists of cloth covered, heavy nylon straps that latch together by means of a magnetic key.  The beauty of this system is that is can be mated perfectly to beds, gurneys, procedure tables, etc…
I was able to try the full system while it was attached to an old style hospital gurney.   While the gurney itself did not have much room to be able to fully move around and test the limits of the straps, I feel it was still an exceptional test and I couldn’t have been more pleased with the range of movement that was available to move me from a lying position to a sitting position just be raising the head of the gurney.
TO begin the procedure of restraining me we started with the waist strap.  This one is the biggest, and probably most used portion of the whole system.  On me it came right around my waist covering up a good portion of my abdomen.  With the abdomen strap are two smaller ones that come up underneath and over the shoulder and connect in the center of the waist belt.  This secures my upper body to the middle of the bed…at this point I can still sit up at will.
The next to be applied were the thigh cuffs.  These were placed midway on my thigh pulling my legs ever so slightly to the outside edge of the gurney.  Ankle restraints were next.  These cuffs fit in a way that just felt “secure” for lack of a better word.  These brought my ankles out towards the end of the gurney, but my ankles were slightly inward to allow me to keep a slight bend in the knees for comfort.
Next came wrist, and upper arm restraints.  The wrists I had no problem with, but the upper arms took so much leverage away from the body that it was essentially impossible to use much strength to pull against the straps.  Finally, the straps running over my shoulder were buttoned to straps attaching to the head of the bed, effectively rendering me flat on my back.  The rails on the gurney were raised and I was left several moments by myself to settle in.
Once 10-15 minutes had gone by my friends came back into the room and no you horn dogs…not to play.  We were trying to discuss the whole ordeal and talk about the thoughts of using this as a true long-term restraint setup.
Friday night, I will be taking the plunge and signing myself into the care of these two, will have orders (until I beg to be let out) to try and help me through staying a whole night.
I have attached a photo of a Segufix in use for those of you who haven’t seen it…..

-Dr Fetish

September 19, 2008 Posted by | Fetish | , , , , , , , | 26 Comments