ENGAGED AND COMMITTED
CHAPTER SIX
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
fiancee. 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, its 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 fiancee 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 hydrosuit 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 dominatrixes?" 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 hydrosuit 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 the sticky eyepads 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 hydrosuit'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 pointe 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 hydrosuit 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 your 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 to 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 to exhausted to ponder the matter
further she drifted off into a gentle slumber.
* * * * THE END OR IS IT? * * * *
