ENGAGED & COMMITTED
CHAPTER THREE
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 to 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 pointe 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 hydrosuit 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 hydrosuit 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 hydrosuit 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 hydrosuit 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 your 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 its 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
hydrosuit 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 hydrosuit.
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
enusiastically 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
hydrosuit 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 creeped 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 hydrosuit 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 hydrosuit'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 to 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 hydrosuit control monitor slowly clicked to
35 minutes.
Leasa watched in continued titillation as the hydrosuit 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.
