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.

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…

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