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? * * * *