FEMDOM KINKY SEX STORIES-HOSPITAL DOMINATION 6 BDSM STORY FEMDOM

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.