THE MEDICAL EXPERIENCE

                              BY ROD

     Note: The following is a work of fiction.   Any resemblance to persons, 
places or experiences is just a product of your imagination.  The story is not 
meant to offend, just to tantalize.  It is the tale of a curious Dr. Doug 
Matteson.


                           CHAPTER ONE

     "Doc, you just don't know what it's like to be a patient.  It's obvious 
that you never have been one, so how could you know."
     These words cut into me for I had always tried to understand and have 
sympathy for what my patients were going through.  And I think that most, 
including my nurses and fellow staff members, felt that I did have this 
capacity.  Yet, this patient's words cut into me and made me wonder whether I 
really knew what it was like to be a hospitalised patient.  But I was a healthy,
very successful 40 year old surgeon and I had no known illnesses if you could 
discount a certain degree of depression that lingered several years after the 
cancer death of my wife.  In this regard, my only outlet was my ability to 
fantasize about the world of bondage, fetishes, control, etc.
     It wasn't more than two weeks after hearing the harsh words about my lack 
of empathy when I saw a discrete ad:

          EXPERIENCE -  MEDICAL
          A personal in depth course - limited enrollment
          Trained personnel - Send $100 for more information
          P.O. Box 127, Odessa, California

     My first reaction was to discount this as a money making scam.  No names or 
corporate entities were in the ad and it didn't really seem legitimate.  But I 
was relatively wealthy and certainly could afford the cost of finding out a 
little more.  Also, I knew that Odessa was a rather nice suburb of a nearby 
city.  So I sent them a brief note explaining my interest and thought that I
was just throwing the money away.
     The reply came about ten days later.  The letterhead was that of Thomas 
McAllister, M.D. who I immediately looked up in a listing of physicians.  
Apparently he was a well credentialed emergency room and intensive care 
specialist, and was on the staff of a very good teaching hospital.  The letter 
was well written and described a facility staffed by registered nurses, aides
and technicians working "part time", designed to give sincere, interested 
individuals a feeling of what the medical experience was all about - from the 
patient's point of view!  Details of the length of time involved and the cost 
were not given, except for the statement, "Charges are comparable to an actual 
hospitalisation".  Wow, I thought.  The final lines of the letter suggested a 
meeting at a restaurant in Odessa if I was in fact interested, and gave me a 
telephone answering service number to call.
     After carefully considering the situation, I called the number, left a 
message and that evening received a return call.  Dr. McAllister (he immediately 
suggested that I call him Tom since I was also a physician) sounded genuinely 
interested in me and suggested that he could probably satisfy my needs although 
most of his clients had not been doctors.  We set up a get together the 
following week and until that time my imagination ran wild.
     At the restaurant, Tom turned out to be a very personable and competent man 
in his late 50's who had developed the program at the request of multiple 
people.  He was proud of the staff that helped him, including the other 
emergency room physicians.  Apparently they all worked a 5 days on - 5 days off 
schedule at the hospital, and used Tom's program occasionally to supplement
their income.  Tom also showed me some pictures of the facility that included a 
patient's room, an emergency - operating room, supply room, etc.  Everything 
looked very real and very well equipped.  I began to understand why the cost 
would be very high.  He did say that the location of the facility was 
essentially secret as a protection to the staff and also the "patients".  Also, 
that during any "hospitalisation" there would be no contact with the outside 
world except for newspapers and TV.
     I realized that I would have to "go on vacation" from my practice but I had 
done this before without disturbing too many patients.  So even before Tom and I 
parted, I had more or less made up my mind to try out the program.  He did ask 
that I send him a list of what I thought I would like to undergo, but said that 
there might be things that were beyond the programs scope as well as some things 
that he might insert into my suggestions.
     So I made up a list: Emergency room care, operating room, daily patient 
care, orthopaedics',......whatever.  In a way I thought it best that Tom decide 
since a patient never really knows what is going to happen next.  I suggested 7 
to 10 days, but stated that I would cancel out my schedule for three weeks, and 
he could pick any time as long as I had 4 weeks notice.
     When I next heard from him, his letter included a starting date, a 
suggested down payment of $4000 and a brief statement that I would be picked up 
at my house by a car and driver at 7:30 am.  I should not have anything to eat 
or drink after midnight prior to that time.  I recalled how many times I had 
given these same instructions to my patients.  Enclosed were some release forms
for me to sign and return after I had carefully read them.


                           CHAPTER TWO

     The date and time found me hungry, thirsty, curious and anxious with a 
little adrenalin rush pouring through my veins.  The driver was a young man 
dressed in a blue orderlies' uniform and the car was a common van except that 
the windows were tinted.  He asked me to show him some identification and then 
said I was to follow his instructions without argument or question.
     "Dr. Matteson, I assume you agree to all this.  By the way, you will be 
referred to as Mr. Matteson from now on.  I want you to take these two pills 
with a sip of water.  They are a short acting sedative which will make you very 
sleepy."
     He watched while I swallowed the pills and then led me out to the van where 
he instructed me to lie down on the stretcher that lay inside.  I was carefully 
covered up with a blanket and then some straps were rather loosely fastened 
across my chest, hips and knees.  He assured himself that I was comfortable and 
drove away from my residence.  For a few minutes I considered seeing whether I 
could get out from under the straps, but decided to go along with things and 
soon found myself getting very sleepy and dizzy.

     I woke up in a half daze to hear, "Dr. Gupta, emergency room STAT" blaring 
from a speaker.  I was on my back being wheeled through a corridor with green 
walls by a man with a white surgeon's mask covering his lower face.  Then I 
realized a tube was taped into my mouth, a thick high collar was around my neck, 
my head was fastened down and I was on some type of board, without any clothes 
on.  I was for a minute disoriented as to who I was, where I was and what was 
going on.  While I was still working on these questions, I was moved, board and 
all, onto a table under a bright light.  Trying to move my arms to help, I found 
that they seemed restricted and stiff.  I tried harder and heard a male voice 
shout, "Keep your arms still.  You have an IV in one and the other is broken."
     Out of the corner of my right eye, I looked down and saw that my right arm 
from finger tips to shoulder was encased in a clear plastic, blow-up splint.  
Meanwhile, the man who yelled at me was saying, "His bp is 90 over 60.  Get 
monitor leads on him and someone start an arterial line quickly.  And open up 
that IV.  I don't want him going into shock.  And get the usual blood tests
STAT.  Oh, and get an oximeter on him somewhere."
     In my dazed state, I was trying to figure this all out.  What had happened 
to me?  Wasn't I supposed to be going on vacation or something?  Suddenly 
someone jabbed a needle into my left arm but I couldn't really turn or lift my 
head to look..  I guessed that they were drawing blood for tests.  Then my 
forearm was being taped down, palm up, with something behind my wrist such
that my wrist was bent backwards.  Another needle was inserted with a sharp jab 
just above my wrist and I jumped a little.
     A female voice said, "Sorry, Mr. Who ever you are.  Just trying to find the 
artery.  Good. That does it.  Connect it up to the manometer and I'll get the 
chest leads for the cardiac monitor."
     In the background I heard, "Okay, the ambulance driver gave me his wallet.  
His name is Doug Matteson. He's not from this city and there is no next of kin 
mentioned."
     Then the girl appeared above me, looking down.  I could see that she had 
beautiful, short, reddish brown hair and blue eyes, but the rest of her face was 
covered with a cloth mask.  She was wearing a pink, casual uniform that wasn't 
real tight but still showed the fullness of her breasts.  "Mr. Matteson can you 
hear me?"  I nodded as best I could.  "Do you know where you are?"  I shook my 
head a little.  "Well, you are in the Odessa Hospital.  You have been in a bad
car accident but we are getting things under control. Just try to relax while we 
do some things to you and get some tests. You are going to be okay.  My name is 
Sue and I am one of your nurses."
     I tried to nod my head in acknowledgment and this made me gag a little on 
the large tube running through my mouth.  I now knew that it went into my 
trachea for I couldn't say anything or even moan.  In the background I could 
hear a machine which seemed to be forcing air in and out of the endotracheal 
tube.  Meanwhile she was sticking some monitor leads onto my chest and I soon 
heard a steady beeping representing my pulse.
     Sue said, "Your heart looks good, just a bit too rapid.  You've been banged 
up around your head, neck and chest, probably some broken ribs so your neck is 
in a brace and we don't want you moving your spine just yet.  Oh, you also have 
broken your right arm pretty severely near the elbow."
     Just then there was some commotion off to one side of the room.  Someone 
said, "You can't go in there..."  But two, uniformed police came into view, one 
male and one female.
     The female said, "This won't take long.  Mr. Matteson, I don't know or care 
whether you are awake or half dead.  You are under arrest for vehicular homicide 
so don't get any funny ideas about going anywhere."  Sue was trying to keep her 
away saying I was a sick man, but I then felt a handcuff being snapped on my 
right ankle and the a click as the other cuff was fastened to something else.  
"There, that will hold you. We'll be back.  Have fun."  The officers apparently
then left the room.
     Sue remarked, "Those bastards couldn't wait even though you probably 
couldn't even sit up without help.  And they didn't put on masks or anything.  
Mr. Matteson, I'm so sorry."
     Homicide.....what had I done?  Was this really happening?  Just when I was 
supposed to meet with Dr. McAllister......yes, that was it.  Maybe this isn't 
real.  But how could I tell.  I looked up at Sue and tried to indicate that I 
wanted to ask her something but this was prevented by the tracheal tube and the 
fact that both arms were now out of commission.
     About this time the man who had been giving the orders, apparently the 
doctor in charge, started to carefully go over me from head to toes.  He probed, 
pushed, asked, "Can you feel this, can you move that, etc." innumerable times.  
It seemed to hurt when he pushed hard on my head, ribs and belly which only 
served to confuse me more.  I was sort of rolled up on my right side so that he 
could see and listen to my back with a stethoscope, and when he pushed with a 
knuckle against my spine, it again hurt.  He also did a quick rectal exam.
     The doctor then said to Sue, "Okay.  Let's get portable x-rays of his 
skull, neck, thoracic spine and right arm.  And get a catheter in him so we can 
monitor urine output and keep his bladder empty."  This really alarmed me.  
Sticking tubes in my trachea and up my urethra was going a little too far if 
this was just an exercise in teaching me about what it was like to be a patient.  
I lay there thinking about my situation.  At least my mind seemed less foggy 
then earlier. Here I was in some type of hospital, tubes and IV's running, my 
heart, oxygenation and blood pressure being monitored, my lungs being controlled 
artificially, unable to move...and chained to a table.
     These thoughts of loss of control and almost complete restriction began to 
get me excited. I could hear the monitor beeping faster and sensed that I was 
sweating despite the cool temperature in the room.  By the time Sue returned to 
my bedside carrying a sterile kit of some type, I had a pretty good erection.  
She pulled down the single sheet that she had previously placed over me and then 
turned a little red as she looked at my penis.
     "Mr. Matteson, are you trying to make this difficult for me?" she said 
quietly.  "I don't want to have to sedate you."  She arranged her tray, pulled 
on some sterile, disposable gloves and started to wash my balls and penis.  This 
was making things considerably worse, but I then felt her forcibly pinch my 
foreskin and then my penis itself.  I involuntarily raised my left knee a 
little, almost knocking over her tray.  "Stop", she commanded but by this time 
my erection was melting and the discomfort I experienced as she inserted the 
Foley catheter up my urethra completely finished things.  As she inflated the 
balloon on the internal end of the tube, she said "Thanks," as if I had really 
tried to help.  My penis felt as though she had inserted a barbed hose.
     Then it was x-ray time.  This required a fair amount of positioning and 
sliding of film cassettes under me, all of which was uncomfortable.  Several 
areas of my ribs and head really hurt which suggested that this was a true 
accident.  On top of everything, I could not remember anything after going to 
bed and setting the alarm clock so I would be ready for Dr. McAllister's
driver.  Maybe this was all for real.
     While waiting for the x-ray reports, Sue was washing my head and I noticed 
that her cloth was becoming stained with blood.  "Don't worry.  You've stopped 
bleeding and the cut isn't deep," she observed.  That remark just about 
convinced me that I had really been in an accident and I guess I had killed 
someone.  What a mess.  About this time, Sue lifted the sheet and looked down at 
me.  "Is that hurting less?"  I tried to nod a yes.  Then she went over with the 
doctors where they were looking over some x-rays and talking quietly.
     Returning to my side she said, "There is still some question about your 
neck and spine but no major fractures that they could see.  You do have some 
broken ribs and a contusion of the lung but no pneumothorax or collapse of the 
lung.  Of course you do have the broken right arm and they have sent for the 
orthopedists.  Probably they will simply cast it.  Your blood count is low and 
they are wondering about some GI tract bleeding.  In any case, you seem stable 
and barring unforeseen complications will survive just fine.  Now, I don't 
expect you to understand all this and probably don't remember much.  Don't 
worry.  I don't know how you could tell me but, is there someone who we should 
call about you?"  I shook my head to indicate a 'no'.  Probably I should let my 
own hospital know, but this could wait. 
     When the orthopedic surgeons arrived, they talked with the doctor in 
charge, who I guess was Dr. Gupta, then reviewed the x-rays and then wheeled 
over a large cart.  One of them said to me, "Mr. Matteson, I guess they have 
told you that you broke your arm just below the elbow.  It doesn't look too bad 
and the fragments are in pretty good alignment.  Sometimes we operate on these, 
but your general condition is not the best in the world, so we are going to put 
your arm in a cast and review the situation again in a few days.  I don't think 
we will hurt you very much."
     They then deflated the splint and carefully lifted my arm out, flexing my 
elbow to about 90 degrees.  One of the men was pulling on my forearm while 
another held my upper arm and it did hurt where they were grasping me, but the 
elbow seemed pretty good.  I tried to look down but the high restrictive collar 
prevented this.  They rolled on some type of flannel sleeve that ran from my 
finger tips to my shoulder, wrapped a little padding on and then started 
wrapping wet plaster rolls in multiple layers, round and round my arm.  Finally 
they stopped and simply held my arm still while I felt the heat build up as the 
plaster set.  It probably didn't take more than 15 minutes before they 
positioned my arm at my side with the forearm against the side of my chest.  It 
felt very heavy, warm and very hard, and extended all they down to my finger 
tips.  I tried lifting it and it was in fact heavy.  Also, when I tried to reach 
my face and the ugly tube, the fixed position of my elbow prevented this, but my 
arm bumped against my brow with a bang.
     Immediately, Sue was at my side saying, "No leave your tube alone, Mr. 
Matteson.  Here, I'll just slip this restraint cuff around your upper arm to 
remind you to lie still.  Oh Christ, you've opened up that cut again.  Dr. 
Gupta, would you check this?"
     He came over and pressed a compress against my forehead a few times.  "Sue, 
you'd better put a compression dressing on it.  Use some 4 X 4's and then wrap 
on an Ace bandage. You'll probably have to cover his eyes with it, but in an 
hour or so you can reduce it to a simple bandage.  And then let's get him up to 
the intensive care unit."  One of the male aides helped lift my head and 
shoulders while she did this and soon I was robbed of sight.  I think it was Sue 
who then leaned close and patted my cheek.  I thought I could sense a faint odor 
of a pleasant perfume and imagined her breasts near me.  The twinge in my 
genitalia was followed by discomfort as I remembered the urethral catheter.
     The trip to my room seemed rather long, with several people pulling and 
pushing the bed, with clangs as the heavy monitor equipment and respirator 
periodically hit the wall.  Along the way I guess the police joined in for I 
heard the female cop ask where they were taking me and why weren't they 
notified.  And when I was finally lifted off the hard board and onto the firm
mattress, she had to unlock one of the cuffs.  Not the one on my right ankle for 
I felt it twist and bite into the skin.
     "You're not going anywhere without me, buster.  You look like the type who 
will make like he is real sick and then try to leave the place.  For now I'm 
just going to lock both those ugly ankles of yours.  I'd like to put a chain 
around your neck and hope that you'd hang yourself.  I can't wait to see you all 
dressed in orange." I felt my ankle being dragged to the side of the bed, hard a 
snap, and then a thin, cold steel cuff was put on my left ankle and fixed to the 
other side, leaving my knees wide apart.
     "Ma'am," I heard Sue say, "That really isn't necessary.  He is in no 
condition to move and certainly couldn't escape."
     "You do your job and I'll do mine.  Tomorrow, we'll get some more chains on 
him, and as soon as he gets that tube out of his windpipe, we're going to have a 
little, unpleasant conversation," replied the officer, giving my head a shake 
after which she left.
     I immediately started to cough and raise phlegm caused by the shaking and 
the tube.  Sue grabbed a small suction catheter, detached the tube from the 
respirator and suctioned out my trachea and bronchi, clearing my airway with 
immediate relief.
     "Boy, she's something, that bitch.  I'm going to send someone in to stay 
with you while I take a break, get something to eat and find out whether we can 
stop some of these monitoring procedures.  Hang in there Doug, and incidentally 
I like your ankles.  They're not ugly."
     A few minutes later a black, rather heavy and muscular man dressed in 
whites came in and checked me and the numerous monitors.  "Hi Doug.  I'm Joe. 
Looks like you really got banged up when you hit that other car.  That woman 
didn't have a chance......so you are on a few shit lists.  But we'll keep you 
alive."  With that he sat down out of my limited range of view.
     I tried moving around to get a little more comfortable.  It wasn't that I 
was having any particular pain anywhere but rather that I couldn't move very 
much.  My ankles were chained out to the sides of the bed, my right arm was in a 
heavy cast and secured to the bed rail on that side, my left forearm was on a 
board and had several needles and IV tubes, my neck was in a hard brace that 
seemed to be cutting into my chin, the catheter in my penis burned a little, and 
that awful tube was stuck down into my trachea.  In a peculiar way, it was all 
rather exciting and stimulating, but the discomfort and my depression over the 
possibility that this was all real kept me from enjoying the situation.
     Joe, noticing my squirming, came over and injected something into one of 
the IV's. Within minutes I was feeling drowsy and drifted off.


                          CHAPTER THREE

     I awoke feeling someone shaking me gently and looked up to see Sue who had 
changed into a white uniform, which seemed molded to her figure.  I guessed that 
it was really the first time I had a chance to examine her face.  Her eyes 
seemed very blue, her lips very kissable, and she was obviously very attractive.
     "Sorry to wake you up, Doug, but I've got several things to do to you and 
didn't want to startle you.  These things will simplify your care and maybe make 
you a little more comfortable. Unfortunately, they still want the endotracheal 
tube in you for I would love to get to know you a little better and hear your 
side of the story."
     I raised a few fingers to try to tell her I felt the same way but I doubted 
she understood. The first thing she did was to remove the needle in the artery 
near my wrist, saying that my blood pressure was very stable and monitoring was 
no longer necessary.  Then she took my right arm off the board.  Now I could 
move it around but she warned me not to try to take out the tracheal tube.
     "Now Doug, I am going to take out the urethral catheter.  It may hurt a 
little.  And because you may be a little incontinent plus the fact that you 
can't very well use a urinal, I'm going to put a pad on you."
     Yes, the catheter did burn coming out but it was not as bad as the 
insertion.  She used a cotton square to gently wipe the end of my penis and then 
applied a little ointment.  Almost immediately I started getting an erection 
which caused her to smile and blush a little.
     "Down boy," she said but for a moment she rubbed things a little.  Then she 
almost reluctantly began sliding a padded diaper into position, pushing my penis 
down to lie against my pubis.  "Maybe later we will have to do something about 
that," to which I tried to nod my head even though I was embarrassed by the 
diaper.
     Pulling a sheet over my lower body, she explained that she had something to 
replace the rigid neck brace although it was still important that I not move my 
neck.  This puzzled me.  After warning me to lie real still, she cranked up the 
head of the bed, took off the brace and picked up a brown leather collar.  It 
was just as wide as the brace and extended from the tip of my chin down
to my chest.  I had never seen anything like it except in a magazine that came 
in a brown wrapper. 
As she laced the thing up the back, snugly around my neck, I wondered where she 
got it.  It certainly was more comfortable than the brace.
     "There now. Isn't that better?"
     I raised my left hand and indicated that I wanted to try to write 
something.  She caught on immediately and got a pad and pencil.  With the pencil 
in my hand, I realized that being right handed, writing was going to be very 
difficult so I was going to have to choose my words carefully.
     While she held the pad I slowly in a child-like scribble printed 
out....THANK YOU   YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL    I CANT REMEMBER THE ACCIDENT   DID IT 
REALLY HAPPEN ?
     She replied, "Thanks for the complement.  I really don't know what happened 
as far as the accident is concerned."  She reached down to hold my hand and 
continued, "Try to relax.  I'm going to be with you for a while because I have 
signed on for a second shift.  You are doing fine. We are concerned about your 
neck but I understand that your back is all right.  Also, we are still worried 
about your blood count, which is low.  The fact that you had some blood in your 
rectum when you came in suggests that you may have some GI tract bleeding but 
they are not going to do anything about that until your lungs are better.  If 
you have a good night, they will probably give me the okay to try you without 
the endotracheal tube tomorrow.  Does that sound good?"
     I squeezed her hand and she smiled her understanding.  Sue proceeded to 
tell me about herself, relating where she was born, her large family, the fact 
that she wasn't married having never met the 'right man', her training and her 
enjoyment of taking care of patients like me.
     "I really feel sorry for you.  Here you are, not knowing how you got here, 
tubes in all sorts of places, and obviously concerned about the fact that you 
might have killed someone.  For what it is worth, I somehow feel that you didn't 
do this.  Please don't take this the wrong way but it's sort of fun having you 
pretty well tied down and helpless, but you sure are responsive.  I have some 
charting to do at the nurses station outside.  I am going to put this call 
button near your left hand.  Particularly if you develop any phlegm or have 
trouble breathing, push the button and I will come running, and please don't 
touch your endotracheal tube."
     As best I could, I watched her leave the room, admiring her good figure.  
Yes, I was helpless and it pleased me that she enjoyed her dominant role over 
me.  These thoughts led to a slight erection and then I realized just how full 
my bladder was.  All of a sudden the urine started to flow and I was soon lying 
there with a very wet diaper.  Christ, I thought.  What a mess.  I
considered calling for Sue but decided against it for this wasn't really an 
emergency that might bring all sorts of people running to save me.
     The more I thought of her the more I was attracted to her and I sure didn't 
want anything to upset our growing relationship.  But maybe this was only my 
imagination.
     When she did return some time later I simply pointed to my pelvis.  Smiling 
she asked, "Oh, did little Doug have a little accident?"  Then she leaned 
forward and whispered, "There are a monitoring camera and microphone up in the 
corner of the room so I am going to pull the curtains around us.  Try not to act 
surprised."
     The curtains were on a track and when closed we were entirely walled off 
from the rest of the room.  She pulled down the sheet and began unfastening the 
tapes that held the diaper in place.  She then slid the saturated thing off me 
and exclaimed in a regular voice, "Man, you sure did have a full bladder and 
your skin is already getting a little red.  Can't have that."  Sue carried
the dripping thing out and returned with a can of baby powder and some cream, 
pulling the curtain again closed.  When she started applying the cream, I 'rose' 
to meet her.  Her hand began to slide up and down my penis as she looked into my 
eyes.  She was leaning over the side of the bed and my left hand immediately 
went to her right buttock.  When I touched her she didn't resist but simply 
smiled, her mouth slightly open.
     I then slid my hand around to her right breast.  Her response was to grasp 
my hand and slide it inside her blouse where I could feel her breast, supported 
by a half bra.  Her nipple was very erect, warm and tense.  By now my penis was 
aching and I was working towards an ejaculation.
     "We can't waste that," she whispered.  Before I knew it, she was opening 
her uniform completely, pushing down her panties and climbing on top of me.  I 
couldn't believe how wet she was when she guided me into her.  Moving up and 
down, her motions became steadily more excited and frantic until I burst forth 
into her, sensing that she climaxed almost at the same time. Quickly she was off 
me, pulling her panties up and buttoning her uniform.  She then wiped me and
applied a fair amount of the powder followed by a clean diaper.  "There, you are 
all fixed up," Sue said with a very big smile.  She then pulled the curtains 
open.  It had all taken just a few minutes, much too short a time.
     I lay there a little short of breath and realized that with all this 
activity, I didn't sense any back, neck or arm pain as I might have expected 
with my injuries.  I indicated to her that I wanted to write something.  On the 
pad I scribbled   'THAT WAS WONDERFUL    HAVE I REALLY BEEN IN AN ACCIDENT AND 
KILLED SOMEONE'
     "No, .....and you can't have the tube out of your mouth.  Maybe tomorrow."  
From the way she said this, I thought the 'no' was the answer to my question and 
the rest was just a cover-up.  Also, there was the implication that I should 
just go along with what was happening. So, except for what was happening between 
Sue and I, Tom McAllister was orchestrating this whole thing.  It sure was real.  
And there was the possibility that if it became apparent that I knew this, my 
time as a patient would come to an abrupt end.  So I quickly decided to act my 
part in the contrived scenario and hope that it would bring Sue and me still 
closer.



                           CHAPTER FOUR

     The next few hors passed quickly.  Sue rambled about her likes and dislikes 
in music, books and people.  She was in and out of the room a few times, and I 
guess I snoozed for a while. Then she came close to the side of the bed and I 
was about to reach out and grasp her hand when the door suddenly opened and in 
walked the female officer.
     "Well, have you two been having fun?" she asked, making me wonder whether 
she knew what had happened behind the drawn curtains - but this seemed unlikely.  
"And I see you now have a hand loose."  With that, she whipped out a pair of 
handcuffs and quickly fastened my left wrist to the bed rail.  Also, she cuffed 
my cast on my right arm to that rail.
     Sue tried to stop her and said, "Officer Jennings, this patient isn't going 
anywhere, and you already have his ankles chained to the bed."
     "Take your hands off me, nurse, or I'll take you in for obstructing and 
officer.  With a hand free this prisoner could easily grab you or someone else 
as a hostage, and make you do all sorts of things.  The cuffs are for your 
protection as well as insuring he won't go anywhere.  And sure, I'll release his 
ankles."
     Sue replied, "I don't think he is a threat to anyone.  Besides he is 
probably going to have some GI examinations tomorrow, and you'll have to release 
him then."
     "When that time comes, we'll see that he is in transportation chains and 
some nice orange clothes."  The officer pulled down the sheet to get to my 
ankles and as she unlocked the cuffs, she saw my diaper.  "Well now, just look 
at the baby boy.  Guess you haven't been toilet trained. Wish I could use that 
diaper to wipe your face.  See you tomorrow, little baby."
     After the officer left, Sue said, "I'm tempted to report her but it 
probably wouldn't result in any significant reprimand.  Now it's going to be a 
little more difficult for you to write." Lowering her voice and smiling, she 
added, "And you won't be able to touch me like you did before.  But you know, if 
I was arrested for obstructing an officer, maybe I would be locked up in
the same cell as you.  That might be fun."
     A short while later, I again noted that my bladder was full.  When she saw 
me pointing at my penis, she said, "That means one of two things.  Do you have 
to take a leak?" to which I raised a finger indicating 'yes'.  "Do you want to 
try to use a urinal or just go into the diapers? 
Let's try a urinal."
     Sue reached into the bedside stand and picked up a metal urinal, placing it 
on the bed beside me.  Then she removed the diaper and rolled me partially up on 
one hip, taking care not to dislodge the breathing tube.  I wasn't sure this was 
going to work but when I felt her put my penis in the snout of the urinal, I was 
able to start a stream and my bladder quickly emptied.
     "Good boy," she said as she wiped me up and replaced the diaper.  "You 
probably don't need that on you but it's going on anyway."
     She spent a little time trying to make me comfortable and this included 
applying some lotion to my very dry lips around the tube.  As she did this, I 
managed to touch her fingers with my tongue, which elicited a broad smile.  Then 
she read to me from the daily paper.  I could see she was tired from the very 
long day.
     Finally she stood up, pressed her fingertips to my lips and said, "My 
shift's up.  Joe will be here in a few minutes.  Tomorrow is a long day and we 
both need some sleep.  Sweet dreams." I blinked at her and raised a finger as 
she left.
     When Joe arrived, he checked my respirator; the IV that was running into my 
arm and made sure the diaper was dry.  He asked how I was doing and recognized 
my raised finger as an okay.  Then he settled down to read a book he had brought 
with him.
     For a while, I just lay there thinking about Sue and all that had happened 
to me.  I was now reasonably sure that I had not been in an accident and nobody 
had been killed.  But there was still the suggestion from Sue that I not let 
others know that I was in on their plans for my "medical experience".  I 
wondered what kinds of GI tests or examinations I was scheduled for and whether 
I would be given any sedation for them.
     Then I decided to see if I could change my position a little for my back 
was getting sore from lying on it all day.  I found I could rock up on one or 
the other hip somewhat but it was difficult to stay there.  Pulling on the 
handcuff around my left wrist hurt a little and again convinced me that I 
couldn't slip my hand out.  And the tube in my trachea was constantly 
irritating.
     "Having troubles, Mr. Matteson?" Joe asked, seeing my movements.  I started 
to shake my head and this resulted in coughing on the tube, which he immediately 
suctioned.  "I am going to give you a little injection that should make you 
sleepy and then you should try to get some rest."
     I felt myself slowly begin to relax and then I guess I must have fallen 
asleep.  Suddenly I seemed to be awake and I felt a searing pain across my 
chest.  I looked out to see a tall brunette,
statuesque woman clothed in a tight, shiny black vinyl pants suit about to lash 
me again with a whip consisting of multiple leather strands.  When I tried to 
yell I realized that my head was in some type of mask that almost completely 
muffled my voice.  The eye openings were covered with glass or plastic that 
fogged slightly with my cries.  When I reached over with my hand to grab the 
mask, I found that both my hands were bound on what turned out to be a large 
wooden X-frame.  My cast was gone from my right arm and manacles with short 
chains were on my wrists.  The frame was leaning slightly back and when I tried 
to stand straight, a wide leather belt around my waist stopped me.  Straps 
around my thighs and ankles completed the picture.
     "Oh, you're awake.  Good.  Now I can really play with you.  Your roommate 
should enjoy this," she said in a sadistic way.
     Beyond the woman, I then saw a large dog cage in which was kneeling a naked 
Sue.  Her arms were behind her, tightly laced into a single long glove from 
which straps wrapped around her chest, emphasizing her bare breasts.  She lower 
face was covered my some type of gag and her eyes were wide as she looked at me 
and struggled.
     The woman then came at me with some leather bag-like device, which she 
began to put on my penis and scrotum.  Although I immediately began to get an 
erection, this was quickly shut off as the straps were pulled tight encasing my 
genitalia and cutting into me.  I screamed again which only caused the woman to 
laugh.
     "Feels good, doesn't it," she observed.  "Too bad I can't see into the bag 
to watch you turn blue.  And don't you like your gas mask.  Watch what it allows 
me to do."
     She leaned her body against mine, reached up and must have closed the air 
intake while keeping my head from moving.  When I tried to breathe in, no air 
entered and the mask came closer to my face from the negative pressure.  I 
managed a please and then tried to breathe again with no results.  In vain, I 
tried to twist away from her grasp as I became faint and had a hard time seeing.  
I must have passed out after struggling this way for two minutes or more.
     When I regained consciousness, I was in the same position, my balls were 
hurting and the woman was gone.  Sue in the cage was looking at me in a 
frightening way.  I felt I had to get the mask off my face and somehow get 
loose.  I twisted and leaned towards my right hand.  At first I thought I 
wouldn't be able to make any progress, but with about the third effort, my hand 
touched a tube coming out from the side of the mask and with a pull the mask 
came loose to dangle under my chin.  The fresh air was wonderful and I fell back 
to relax and gulp in deep breaths.
     For a moment I closed my eyes and when I opened them, I was looking up at 
Joe who was holding me down.  Sweat stood out on his forehead and he was yelling 
at me to lie still.
     "Easy, Doug, you're okay.  Relax."
     I gazed around me and realized that I had the cast on my right arm and my 
left wrist was chained to the bedside exactly as it had been when I last saw 
him.
     "You've been having a hallucination or dream of some type, Doug, but you 
are all right. You've somehow managed to pull out your endotracheal tube.  Can 
you breathe okay?"
     "Yes, I think so," and suddenly realized that I had spoken.  "Yes, yes, 
yes."
     Joe said, "I just stepped out of the room for a minute and the next thing I 
heard was you screaming.  Initially you were incoherent but then seemed to come 
around.  Anyway, they were thinking about getting the tube out in a few hours.  
Sue will be coming on duty shortly and will be real surprised.  Your diaper is 
soaking wet and needs to be changed."
     "Can I have some water or something?"
     "No, nothing has been ordered and you are due for an upper GI endoscopy 
this morning. That's where they look down your esophagus.  Now just lay there 
and I'll check to see if Sue is here.  I am sorry you had the hallucination.  It 
probably came from the sensory deprivation that many patients here in the 
intensive care room experience.  Sure you're all right now?"
     "Yes, thanks...and it is nice to be able to talk again, but my throat sure 
is sore," I said.
     Sue came into the room within minutes of the departure of Joe, and with a 
concerned look asked, "Doug are you all right.  Joe told me what happened and 
you are lucky you could breathe okay after pulling the tube out.  He said you 
were really thrashing about......and just look at your
left wrist."
     I looked down and saw some very red marks, encircling my wrist, apparently 
from pulling hard on the handcuff.  "No, I'm fine, I guess, and it's great to 
see you."
     Sue stood next to the bed, dressed in a light blue, scrub suit similar to 
that worn in an  operating room.  It followed her curves very nicely and she 
seemed as lovely as ever.
     "It's great to see you, too.  And nice to know you can talk but your voice 
seems hoarse, probably from the tube.  Have you ever had hallucinations before?"
     "No, and I think I may have just been dreaming....and what a dream."
     "Well, Joe says you were awake but very disoriented, gasping for breath.  
You also asked him where the woman had gone.  Tell me what you were dreaming or 
hallucinating," she said.
     A little reluctantly, I told her what had happened, including most the 
details.  Sue seemed very interested and asked for more about what she herself 
looked like and what the bag was that was put on my penis and scrotum.
     "Well, you were very attractive as you struggled, but obviously you were 
not about to get free from the arm sheath and cage.  I wanted to help you but I 
had my own troubles.  The bag was leather and had an extension, which fit my 
penis like a sleeve with several thin straps that the woman pulled tight.  It 
was like something I saw in a catalog once."  Then realizing what I had said, I 
blushed a little.
     Sue saw this and smiled, saying, "Oh, maybe we have some common 
interests.....and I'm not sure I wouldn't enjoy trying that single glove.  
Sounds a little like fun.  But now, I have to get to work.  You are a mess.  You 
haven't shaved in two or three days, you need a bath, your diaper stinks, your 
lips are dry..I think I'll start at the top and work down, but first let's get 
that diaper off you."  She did this quickly, pausing only a moment to wait for 
the beginnings of an erection. When this occurred, she quickly covered me with 
the sheet.
     To make things easier, she cranked up the head of the bed so I was almost 
sitting.  Putting a towel around my the leather collar on my neck, she began to 
shampoo my hair, raising lots of suds and giving my scalp a little massaging.  
The rinsing got us both a little wet and laughing.  Her shirt seemed to cling 
even closer to her chest and her nipples were clearly evident.  When she started 
to lather up my face, I was a little alarmed for she then picked up a straight 
razor.
     "Relax and lie still.  I've done this once or twice before and the patients 
only needed one or two transfusions." Her movements were precise, gentle and 
very careful.  I found myself not only relaxed but enjoying the faint odor of 
her perfume, her closeness and her touch.  After giving me a close shave with no 
nicks, she put a little ointment on my lips and came at me with a toothbrush.  
This was going to be interesting, I thought, and in fact the brushing was a 
little awkward.
A rinse of my mouth was followed my her leaning very close and then planting a 
quick kiss on my lips after which she said, "You taste good."
     "So do you," I quickly responded.  "How about a longer taste?"
     She shook her head and pointed up at the monitoring camera.  Then she 
started washing my body, working her way down, and for a moment, she ignored my 
penis and balls, as well as my smiles and squirms when it felt like she was 
tickling me.
     In a quiet voice she said, "I'll be right back.  Don't go away," as if I 
could, cuffed to the bed.  She was gone from the room for only a minute or so 
and on returning said, "No one's going to be watching for a few minutes."
     With that she leaned down, pressing her chest against mine and gave me a 
long, open mouth kiss to which I responded in more ways than one. She pushed 
down the sheet and began rubbing some body oil onto my penis and scrotum, 
watching as I came fully erect and began to moan.
     "Do you want me to finish this job with my hands or can I get a little 
satisfaction as well?"
     "With my hands chained to the bed, I'm really not in a position to object 
to anything you might want to do to me, and I can't help the way I would like 
to.  But I'd like to find out how wet you are...and I don't mean with my hands."
     With that she climbed on top of me and I soon found that she was very wet 
and as naturally lubricated as I was from the oil.  I'm not sure how much noise 
we soon made but I felt like singing and sighing as we came together.
     Sue wiped me up, put some baby powder on some red areas from the diapers, 
and covered me up.
     "Don't you usually wear panties?" I quietly asked.
     To this she answered, "It all depends."


                           CHAPTER FIVE

     A little while later, I was surprised when Dr. Gupta walked in.  He greeted 
Sue and then said to me, "Mr. Matteson, I have some good news for you.  We 
reviewed your admission x-rays and find that they were misread.  In fact you do 
not have a broken arm.  Apparently there was some type of old injury.  So we are 
going to remove your cast as soon as that police woman gets here to take off 
that cuff."
     "Sounds good to me although I don't see how you made that mistake....and I 
can do without that officer Jennings," I responded.  Now I knew that the 
accident had never happened, confirming what Sue had said.  So what was 
happening now was just part of my "Medical Experience".  In that case, I was 
sort of eager to continue with the charade, particularly if it meant being with 
Sue.
     "Did someone mention my name?" asked Jennings as she entered the room 
accompanied by the male officer.  "And look who is doing the talking.  It's 
about time Matteson.  Now we can really get down to business.  Start 
talking....and the rest of you can clear out."
     Sue interjected, "No, Doug is due to have his cast off and then goes for a 
GI endoscopy."
     "So now you're calling him Doug.  Remember what I said about interfering 
with an officer, but go ahead with your business.  We'll just tag along, watch 
the fun and make sure he doesn't try anything."  She then ordered the other 
officer to get some things from the patrol car while she unlocked the cuff 
encircling my right forearm.
     Using a cast saw, Dr. Gupta made two long cuts up the cast and gently 
lifted my arm free. It felt very light without the weight of the cast, but my 
wrist and elbow were quite stiff from not moving for a long time.  Sue came 
forward, washed the arm and was then elbowed to one side by Officer Jennings who 
now carried an orange, prisoner's uniform and some chains and things, procured 
by her fellow officer.  She quickly forced my arm into the short sleeve of the 
shirt and in doing so, stretched out my elbow causing me to yelp with pain.
     "Oh, I'm so sorry," Jennings said sarcastically as she pulled the neck of 
the shirt over my head.  "Hold his right arm while I release his left wrist."
     I was tempted to struggle but doubted I would get very far.  So I just 
watched as she took off the cuff and finished getting the shirt into position.  
Both wrists were then locked in front of me with standard handcuffs.  When she  
pulled off my sheet exposing me to the whole group, there was nothing I could do 
to cover up.  The orange pants followed and she then encircled my waist rather 
roughly with a chain which was part of the transportation lock up.  When 
fastened, the chain included my handcuffs, binding them to my stomach.  An 
extension from the waist chain to cuffs applied to my ankles completed the 
picture.
     "There.  Guess who you belong to now, Mr. Doug," Jennings said.  And 
turning to Sue, "I've got another set in the car for you if you try anything."
     "I just don't see why you have to be such a bitch, Officer Jennings," Sue 
replied as the officer got a little red in the face from the remark and as the 
rest of us looked at Sue with astonishment.  I fully expected a physical battle 
but the moment passed.  "Now I have to get him ready, get his signature on the 
permission form and do a few other things.  Officer Jennings, why don't you and 
your buddy get some lunch.  It's going to be a long afternoon and you can meet 
us in the procedure room in a half hour."
     "Not a bad idea coming from a dumb nurse, but I'll just hook his ankle 
chain to the bed
and return here before he leaves the room."  She used a pair of handcuffs to 
anchor me to the foot rail and then everyone except for Sue left.
     I lay there testing my cuffs and chains.  Sue watched with a smile on her 
face.
     "You look rather helpless and cute, dressed like that.  How do you feel?" 
she asked.
     "Sue, to tell the truth, I feel sort of excited, warm and aroused, but I 
think most of that is from being with you, watching you and thinking of how you 
feel to me."
     "Well, you look pretty good to me as well.  Now let me tell you about the 
exam.  They will numb your mouth and throat and then thread a long tube down.  
Perhaps they'll check your trachea a little but most of the exam will be centred 
on your esophagus, stomach and duodenum. It will be rather uncomfortable, but 
I'll hold you hand.  I doubt whether they will use much
sedation because of the amount you had last night.  If you understand and agree, 
I want you to sign this consent form."
     With her holding the form on a clipboard, I signed on the dotted line, 
wondering whether I was being stupid.  In truth I was curious for despite being 
a surgeon, I had never done the proposed procedure.
     Soon Officer Jennings returned, my leg chain was freed and I was placed 
into a wheelchair.  The procedure room was just down the hall from my room.  In 
the centre was a large operating chair with multiple instruments on a nearby 
stand.  Dressed in gowns and masks were a technician and a tall man who appeared 
to be a doctor from his actions and his orders.  I was helped into the chair and 
restraining straps were placed across my legs, waist and chest.
     "Mr. Matteson, this shouldn't take very long.  Open your mouth so I can 
spray your throat," the doctor asked.  As he started doing this he pulled what 
appeared to be a spray shield down in front of his face.  The spray tasted 
rather bitter and it wasn't long before I noted my tongue, lips and mouth 
getting numb.  I then felt the chair being tipped backwards and Sue's hand
found one of mine.  I squeezed back.  The two officers were standing to one side 
watching.
     "Now open your mouth and try to breathe regularly.  You'll feel some little 
rubber wedges between your teeth.  They will keep you from biting down.  Good.  
Just relax now."
     I tried to comply as I felt the technician bend my head back and insert the 
wedges.  I then  sensed and slightly felt the tube in the back of my throat.
     "Good.  There are your vocal cords and we'll just check your trachea."
     As soon as the tube touched the wall of the trachea, I went into a spasm of 
gagging and coughing, causing me to twist out of the grasp of the technician.  I 
lurched to one side and out came the tube.
     "Damn.  Son-of-a-bitch," the doctor said.  "Give him some med and get the 
other restraints."  It was Sue that injected something into the IV that was 
still running.  The technician was attaching a headrest to the chair and both 
the doctor and Officer Jennings were not only pulling the straps tighter but 
placing an additional straps that crossed over my shoulders and one around my 
forehead.
     I tried to say I was sorry but I felt a little dizzy and my tongue didn't 
seem to want to work.  The technician asked me to open my mouth and when I 
complied he inserted a dental mouth gag that held my jaws apart.  Sue looked at 
me with a rather appalled and worried look. Again, the doctor sprayed me.  This 
time when he inserted the tube I felt very little.  Soon he was murmuring 
something about my esophagus.  "There's his stomach and his pylorus.  No sign of
any ulcers or tumours.  We'll just look around a little more and check the first 
part of his small intestine.  Good.  Now we'll back our way out, again checking 
things.  Wonderful.  We're done. No site of bleeding identified.  Mr. Matteson, 
you did very well."  He then left the room as the technician took out the gag 
and began unbuckling the straps.
     Because I was still feeling woozy, I had to be helped into the wheelchair 
and was surprised to see from the wall clock that almost an hour had passed.
     Sue, started wheeling me towards my room and said, "Kind of rough, wasn't 
it.  But you did well."
     I started to say something but my slow reply was interrupted by Officer 
Jennings who laughed and said, "Serves him right.  Too bad you had to give him 
that shot.  By the way, he doesn't have AIDES or anything does he?"
     Sue replied, "No.  You probably are wondering about all those precautions 
but they are standard, but maybe you shouldn't get to close to him."
     "Yea, you would like that, wouldn't you.  No, I'm going to stick around.  
What's next?"
     "He's going to rest for awhile, get some enemas and then have his lower GI 
system checked."
     "Well, you two have fun.  I get enough shit down at the precinct."  I'll 
wait outside, the officer said and Sue closed the room door on her.
     Turning to me, Sue smiled and asked, "Want to go through the rest?" 
     "Not particularly," I answered.  "But it is hard for me to refuse you."  I 
said this thinking that she would cancel things.
     "Doug, I may never get the chance to do this to you again.  And I want to 
see your ass. 
Maybe I'll give you the chance to see mine someday in return."
     For a few minutes, Sue left the room and when she returned she was carrying 
several things including a few big bottles of solution.  Then an orderly brought 
in a bedside commode.  I guess Sue thought I would have a hard time running to 
the bathroom in my chains and I thought she was correct.  After arranging a few 
things, Sue pulled own my orange pants and helped me roll onto my side.
     "Okay, bend your knees up and push your buns out at me like a good little 
boy.  I'm going to lubricate you a little and then you'll feel the rectal tube 
going in."  After giving me a few love pats, I felt her gloved and greased 
finger poke at my anus.  Then she was inside feeling around. 
"Might as well check out your prostrate while I'm here," came her words.
     I replied, "I hope you're having fun because I'm not.  I could never see 
how anyone would enjoy whatever you're doing."
     Her finger was followed by the tube and I guess she inflated a balloon on 
it for I could hear her pumping something.  She hung up a large cylindrical can 
from which a tube ran down  towards me and I watched as she released a clamp on 
it.  Almost immediately I felt very warm liquid begin to fill my colon and 
rectum.  At first I was quite comfortable but soon began to have some cramps.
     I sensed that Sue at that point was having mixed feelings.  Her smile 
suggested she was enjoying doing things to me but her tone when she asked how I 
was doing indicated some concern.  Yet she continued to let the solution run 
into me despite my increasing discomfort. Then I felt her hand on my belly, 
checking to see how distended I was.
     "Now Doug, I'm going to detach the tubing from your rectal tube, clamping 
that off first. Lie still for a moment and then I'll help you to the commode.  
By the way, I like looking at you with your pants down, your limbs well secured 
in cuffs and chains, your body sweating from the hot solution and your 
dependency on me."
     After getting to the commode, she collapsed the balloon, pulled out the 
tube and let me  empty myself as if I could have held it any longer.  About the 
time I was finishing I began to wonder how I was going to wipe myself...and then 
had to sit there while she did it for me.
     "Okay, back to bed and we go through all this again."  As I started to 
protest, she said the enema returns were very brown and she had to get me 
cleaned out to the point where the returns were almost clear.  Actually, it took 
a total of three enemas before she was satisfied and by that time I was just 
about ready to sever our relationship but it only took a quick kiss from her as 
she got me settled back in bed.  Man, how I wanted to hold her.
     When I was wheeled out into the corridor, we were met by officer Jennings 
who said, "It's about time.  Now since I am going to accompany you for this next 
test and don't want to catch anything you're going to wear this thing we call a 
spit and bite guard."  With hands covered in latex gloves, she picked up 
something that looked a lot like a catcher's mask and wedged it against my face.  
Straps from various points on the mask were buckled tightly in back of my head
and I was now looking out through a plastic window laced between several metal 
bars.
     Sue exclaimed, "I told you he didn't have anything contagious.  Why are you 
doing this?"
     "No, you simply said he didn't have AIDES but I don't trust you anyway.  
Now let's get going."
     In the procedure room I was placed on my side and my pants pulled down.  
The doctor started explaining things to me as he carefully inserted a long tube 
that felt like it was almost an inch in diameter.  Then Sue or the technician 
darkened the room and I could hear the doctor mentioning things like "the 
sigmoid colon.....the splenic flexure...the transverse colon..."  I then began 
having rather severe pains in my upper belly.
     "Sorry," the doctor said.  "I'm having a little trouble getting around the 
next corner.  Sue would you push on his right upper quadrant rather firmly."  I 
felt her warm hand glide across my belly and then she was pushing in.  In a 
minute or so, my pain lessened and the doctor grunted his success in reaching 
the upper end of my colon.  Gradually he then withdrew the long tube through 
which he had been looking at the inner wall of my large intestine.  Finally, the 
tube was out.
     "Mr. Matteson, you did very well and I found nothing to explain the blood 
that was noticed when you had your initial rectal exam.  Probably it was just 
from the exam itself.  Now you will be passing a large amount of rectal gas for 
awhile.  That comes from the air I pumped in so don't worry about it.  And Sue, 
you can feed him if he is hungry."
     I mumbled my thanks to the doctor and was soon back in my room where 
Officer Jennings refused to remove any of my chains and cuffs, but remove the 
mask from my head.  "Now, Mr. Matteson, there will be an officer outside all 
night.  And tomorrow, I'm going to see about transferring you to the jail so we 
can get you properly booked.  If you have any brains, you should get a lawyer 
'cause you're going to need it."  With that she left.  In a way, I thought she 
had acted a little more reasonable for I imagined she might chain me to the bed 
again.
     Sue smiled at me and said, "You might feel like using the commode again but 
I doubt you have anything except air in there.  Otherwise just lie down in your 
bed and I'll see if I can get some food for you.  What do you feel like eating?"  
I was tempted to tell her what part of her anatomy I wanted to start on but 
controlled myself and mentioned several items of food.
     Later after eating which she had to help me with for I really could get my 
bound hands up to my mouth, I told her I would love a shower but didn't know 
what to do about my orange prisoner's shirt and pants.  Sue didn't hesitate.  
She simply used her nurse's scissors to cut off my clothes saying that she would 
later get me a half sheet or something to wrap myself in.  Also removed was the 
leather collar.  Man, did my neck feel funny without it.  Then she watched as I
shuffled into the shower stall and closed the door.
     Man, did the hot water feel good.  Suddenly there was a cold draft and when 
I turned, there was a completely naked Sue.
     "I thought you might need a little help.  Sort of difficult isn't it with 
your hands in cuffs?"
she asked.
     "You're beautiful," I gasped as my shackled hands reached out and up to cup 
her breasts. She leaned forward to kiss me and then ordered me to turn around so 
she could wash my back.  I enjoyed that for a minute or so and then turned to 
face her as she washed my chest, arms and belly.  Then her hands were soaping up 
my very erect penis and testicles as I moaned in delight. My shower ended with 
me pressing Sue back against the tiled wall, our mouths entwined and the
water cascading down over us.
     Without bothering to get dry, I led her out of the stall and pinned her 
down on the floor. She bent her knees up and let out a little cry of delight as 
I entered her.  The rest was sheer bliss.
     We finally parted and she helped me back into the room and wrapped a large 
towel around me.  "Now I'll see what I can find in the way of food," Sue said.
     They must have had a well-stocked kitchen for the dinner that followed was 
delicious. And of course I enjoyed having Sue help me get the food to my mouth.  
Afterwards we talked about many things.  I was anxious to know what was going to 
happen next and told her that I was ready to get out of there.  With two weeks 
crossed off my schedule, I told her I might decide to stay in town so I could 
really get to know her.
     "Sounds good to me although I do have to work for a living.  I might even 
ask you to stay at my house," Sue replied.
     We were then interrupted by the entrance of Joe who said, "Yes, I know I'm 
early, but the boss wants to see you, Sue.  I'm supposed to finish your shift 
for you and see that Doug gets a real nice and long sleep.  So, out you go."
     "What does he want to see me about?"
     "I don't know but I think you'd better be on your way."
     After she left Joe helped me into bed.  He didn't seem surprised that I was 
dressed only in a large towel.  I tried to get him to say more about the summons 
Sue received for I was concerned about her, but he said he didn't know anything 
more and refused to tell me exactly who her "boss" was.  He did however say that 
he expected a visit from Officer Jennings before I was given something to help 
my sleep.
     "Joe, I think I will sleep just fine.  It's been a long day, I've finally 
had something to eat, I've had a shower and no longer have any tubes or collars.  
But why the visit from the police?"
     "Can't answer the question about Jennings.  Maybe she likes you.  As to the 
sedation, you probably don't need it but I just follow orders."
     When officer Jennings arrived her first words were, "What the hell happened 
to your prisoners uniform?  At least you still are in transportation chains.  I 
bet that nurse of yours took the uniform off you, and unfortunately I don't have 
another in the car.  And I thought that other officer was keeping an eye on you.  
Well I just sent him home but he'll hear about this from me tomorrow.
     "Now, get your ass into bed.  I've got to make sure you are here when we 
take you down and get you booked tomorrow.  If you're smart, you will get your 
lawyer down there ahead of you, but I hope they set bail at an impossible 
figure."
     I was tempted to tell her what I thought of her but decided to meekly obey 
for she obviously enjoyed her dominant role.  So I just lay there as she 
fastened short chains from my waist chain to the side of the bed and from my 
ankle chain to the foot of the bed.
     "There, now you can't go very far.  And I bet you're wondering how you are 
going to take a leak."  She turned to Joe and said, "Joe, or whatever your name 
is, get me one of those diapers I understand he enjoys."
     As soon as he left the room, she pulled open the towel around me and looked 
down at my genitalia.  "I guess I'm not having much of an effect on you.  Don't 
you like a female in uniform?"
     "Not when she's a bitch like you," I blurted out and then yelped when she 
squeezed my penis as hard as she could.
     Joe darted back into the room asking what happened.
     "Oh, Mr. Matteson here was just asking for a little hand job and I put a 
stop to those thoughts.  Give me the diaper so I can get the baby ready for 
bed."  She put the thing on me and fastened it as tightly as she could.  
"Goodnight little baby.  See you bright and early tomorrow." 
With that she left.
     "Guess I shouldn't have left you two alone," Joe said.  "Anyway, if there's 
nothing more I can do for you, here's that injection the doctor ordered and I 
sure hope you get a good nights sleep."
     It wasn't long before I felt very sleepy and the next thing I knew I was 
standing up and someone was wrapping something around and around me.  The 
someone turned out to be the same brunette woman from the dreams or 
hallucinations of the previous night.  Now she was dressed in a tight, black, 
short sleeveless latex dress that was moulded to her figure. Around her
neck was a studded leather collar and she had matching wrist cuffs.
     When I tried to speak I became aware that my mouth was filled with some 
type of rubber gag, help in place with something around my head.  Looking down, 
I saw that she had enveloped me in multiple layers of thin Saran or similar 
plastic wrap, extending from my feet up to my shoulders.  Someone else was 
holding me from behind, keeping me from falling.
     "Oh, you're awake just in time to enjoy things.  I've just got your neck 
and head to go, and then I can begin to play with those precious little organs 
that I cleverly left outside.  Bet you are beginning to get a little warm in 
there.  Now when I cover your face, just take a deep breath and hold it until I 
poke little holes over your nostrils.  I don't want you to suffocate quite yet."
     The roll of Saran she was using was about a foot wide, but she twisted it 
in a way that it covered my neck thoroughly and then she made the first pass 
over my face closing off my sight as I breathed in.  It seemed like she took her 
time going around my head four or more times before I felt her do something near 
my nose and I found I could breathe again.  Still I was worried that the holes 
might not be big enough, and I sure couldn't breathe thru my mouth.  I tried to 
move my arms and hands and found they were bound to my sides very tightly.  I 
suspected that she had wrapped my limbs separately.......and yes I was hot and 
sweating.
     At that moment she continued the head wrapping with several more turns, 
followed by remaking the holes.  I now could just barely move my head and only 
for a short distance before the plastic tightened on my throat.
     Her voice came faintly through the layers covering my ears, "No, I wouldn't 
try turning your head very far.  It could be dangerous.  How does it feel to be 
helpless in a tight plastic cocoon?  I just love plastic and latex and vinyl.  
Don't you?  Oh, that's right you can't talk very well.  You know that this is 
one of those heat sensitive plastics used to wrap all sorts of things. 
Heat makes the plastic contract and the layers mold together shrinking around 
whatever is wrapped up.  I think you'll enjoy the sensations as we apply some 
heat using commercial hair dryers."
     I could hear soft sounds of machines and then began to feel the heat as the 
bindings became progressively tighter.  Struggling was of no use and they didn't 
seem to pay any attention to my moans.  Maybe they couldn't even hear them.  I 
found myself sweating and breathing rapidly.
     "Now don't do much of that hyperventilation.  All that will accomplish is 
to make you pass out.  So slow down or I'll shut off your air holes.  And we are 
going to lay you down on an examination table so I can send my helper home.  He 
doesn't like to see a fellow man suffer."
     Now what, I thought.  What in hell was she going to do to me?  Why did she 
leave my penis and testicles out.....and was she going to kill me?  Then I felt 
her hand begin to caress my genitals and as much as I didn't want to react to 
her, my body responded.
     "Oh, that's a good boy.  I knew you had something I wanted but I don't want 
you shooting your wad into the air so I'm going to make you a special condom 
using liquid latex. Aren't I clever?  The latex will expand when you expand and 
contract as you contract. I've got to mix the stuff up so don't go away."
     A minute or so later, I felt some cool solution being poured over my penis 
and tensed a little as it ran down over my scrotum.  Apparently she waited 
briefly for it to begin to set and then added two more layers.  For a while 
nothing further happened and then her hand began to work me up again.  Despite 
myself, my desire to ejaculate became stronger and stronger.
     "Is that as big as you can get?  Come on baby or I'll have to get something 
to help you," came her faint voice.  Then she stopped playing with me.  Shortly 
after this, I felt my penis being inserted in some type of cylinder.
     "Bet you've never used one of these impotence devices.  It's pretty clever.  
You slip it on and make a good seal up against your pubis and then evacuate all 
the air from inside the cylinder. Guess what?  Yes, you just expand as blood 
accumulates in your prick and when you reach a huge erection I just put a tight 
band around the base of your penis, tight enough to keep the blood in but it 
doesn't cut off your arterial supply."
     I could hear her pumping something and felt my erection growing and growing 
until it became somewhat uncomfortable.  Then something clamped down on my penis 
following which the cylinder was slipped off.
     "There, now that's what I call a beautiful, huge hard on.  And I'm dying to 
use it."  I could feel her sit astride me and she guided me into her.  I was 
surprised at how good it felt but all I could do was lie there as she worked 
herself up and down.  It wasn't long before I came but my penis remained erect 
as I heard her become more and more excited, finally climaxing.
     For a few minutes she lay down on my chest and then got up after which the 
band was removed from the penile base and I became limp.  Then she left me for 
what seemed like an hour. For a while I struggled and even tried to turn up on 
one side but I found that somewhere along the line she had placed restraint 
straps across me.  Perhaps I even slept a little.
     For suddenly I felt someone shaking me and heard her voice , "Are you 
awake?  I had a nice little nap.  You are probably just lying there with your 
cum all inside that nice plastic sheath I made for you.  Shall we just strip off 
that latex and see?"
     I could feel her fingers finding an edge to the poured rubber and then she 
started to pull. And I yelled into the gag as loud as I could as the latex that 
had engulfed all my scrotal hairs began to pull them out.  I bucked against the 
straps and tears came to my eyes as she simply laughed at my pain.
     "Guess you didn't count on that, did you?  And I can't have you snorting 
that way," she said as she closed off my air holes.
     I fought against the layers of plastic that bound me as I tried my best to 
get some air but gradually I felt weaker and fainter.....

                           CHAPTER SIX

     I became aware of my surroundings and for a moment thought nothing had 
changed.  But then I realized that I could see gray walls and move my head 
although I could not speak because of something in my mouth.  Also I was now 
hugging myself but couldn't move my arms much because of a tight coat.  And my 
lower extremities were free except for cuffs on my ankles with a very short 
chain between them.  As things came into focus and my mine cleared further, it 
became obvious that I was in a padded cell wearing a heavy canvas strait jacket 
and was gagged.
     This was something I had often fantasized about and I immediately became 
aroused and warm.  I struggled a little, mainly to enjoy the myriad of 
sensations I was experiencing and rolled yourself and others.  And just when we 
thought you were okay, you'd go off again.  So we're going slow with things and 
leave you like you are for a while."
     I tried to say I was okay but the gag prevented this and he just continued 
to be wary of me.  After a few more minutes watching me, he simply left, locking 
the door behind him.  Just for the hell of it and realizing it getting loose was 
unlikely, I did try to escape from the jacket but could make no progress.  All I 
did was get a little more excited.  At that point all my sensation were 
pleasurable and I couldn't see how anyone would panic or complain about being in 
a strait jacket.
     I was lying there looking at the ceiling and wondering how much time had 
passed when the door opened and a female figure was pushed into the cell by Joe.  
The figure as seen in the rather dim light was tightly bound in a black leather 
strait jacket as well as a tight black rubber hood that came down over her eyes 
and ears, leaving the mouth out but extending down her neck to disappear under 
the jacket..  Her legs were bare as were her feet but a wide strap ran from the
lower front of the jacket between her legs and was presumably attached to the 
back somewhere.
     "Doug, you have company," Joe remarked.. "The boss said you both might as 
well be punished together.  If you weren't crazy before, a few hours in those 
jackets ought to do it.  I think you both have some lessons to learn.  See you 
later."  The door was locked behind him as he left Then the only light was 
turned off.
     "Doug, are you in here somewhere," came the voice of Sue..
     Through the gag I tried to reply as I struggled across the padded floor 
towards her. Hearing my muffled voice from near the floor level, Sue apparently 
knelt down and started crawling forward on her knees.  We soon met and I inched 
my way up her body feeling the leather against my face.  Then I was in a 
position to bring my gag against her mouth.  She kissed my face and eyes and 
then moved downwards, sensing the fact that I also was in a strait jacket.
     "Oh, I have often dreamed about a situation like this, me with a very 
attractive man, both of us helpless in strait jackets, lying together, unable to 
do anything."  She moved back up, kissing me again, pushing her body against 
mine and feeling my growing erection between her thighs. Then I could feel her 
teeth trying to pull the gag from my mouth which led me to think that maybe
she could unfasten the buckle that bound the gag in that position.
     I gradually rolled away from her and then inched back until her mouth was 
against the back of my head.  Happily, Sue immediately realized what was in 
front of her mouth and began pulling on the end of the strap.  It took a few 
minutes but suddenly the tension on the gag relaxed and I popped it out of my 
mouth.
     "You are not only a good nurse, lovable and beautiful, but also very clever 
with your mouth," were my first words.  Then I really kissed her.  "Maybe we can 
get out of these jackets the same way.  Roll away from me."
     After she did this, I inched towards her and suddenly felt her bare 
buttocks against my penis and thighs, which only made me, want her more.  With 
my mouth I started to feel my way from her back down and immediately came across 
a lock which I soon realized fastened a heavy, long zipper closed, the zipper 
covering all the probably laces and straps across her back.  I found a similar 
lock on the straps that pulled her arms behind her.  I explained this to Sue and 
then asked her to check my back.
     "Your jacket is locked on the same way, Doug.  Damn those people, but still 
this is sort of nice."
     "Let me check one more thing," I said.  "Roll over again."  All these 
motions were getting us both rather warm and were doing nothing to stifle my 
growing need.  I felt down her back until I encountered the strap coming from 
between her upper thighs and happily found that this was not locked or covered.  
I started pulling on the end of the strap with my teeth.
     "Do you know what that is doing to my pussy?" Sue asked.  "Keep it up and I 
think I will be fairly satisfied even if it doesn't come loose."
     But in fact I did succeed in unbuckling the strap.  I quickly nudged her 
over onto her back and worked my way on top of her.  Our mouths met as she 
started to say, "Before now, except for in the shower, I've been on top and I 
think that...."
     Her words were interrupted by my getting my thighs between hers despite my 
ankle chains and I found my way into her hot and very wet internal space, 
eliciting a pleasurable moan from both of us.  The rest was pure ecstasy.  


                          CHAPTER SEVEN

     It was some time before I heard the noise of the lock.  We had been half 
dozing and half cuddling on our sides with me curled around her back.  We rolled 
apart as the door opened and the lights came on.  Two people entered and I could 
see that the first was Joe.  Then I recognized Officer Jennings but she was now 
dressed in a white blouse and khaki slacks.
     "Okay, you two.  I guess you have suffered enough in those strait jackets 
and learned your lesson," Joe said.  "We'll help you get out of those things in 
separate bathrooms.  You can shower, get dressed, and then Dr. McAllister wants 
to meet with all of us in the conference room."
     Officer Jennings whose real first name was Kate I later learned (along with 
the fact that she was a nurse) helped Sue to her feet and led her out of the 
room.  Joe unlocked and removed my ankle cuffs and chain followed by the strait 
jacket.  This involved unlocking the zipper and then undoing all the straps and 
laces.  I was now completely nude but he didn't hesitate to lead me out of the 
room and into the next, which turned out, to be the room I had spent most of my 
time in.
     "You know where the bathroom is.  I've left some shaving things for you and 
on your bed you'll find your clothes.  When you are ready to meet with the 
others, simply push the nurse call button that I've placed on the bedside 
stand," Joe explained.
     As I stood in the shower and later shaving, my thoughts ran through all 
that had happened over the last few days.  It looked like most of what 
transpired was designed by Dr. McAllister to give me the "medical experience" 
that had been my original goal.  And in this sense, he had been very successful.  
The big question then was whether my falling in love, or at least becoming
infatuated with Sue was part of the plan.  Was this just a common matter of the 
patient falling for his nurse?  It didn't seem possible.  She and I just seemed 
to have too much in common, and there were too many times when she didn't seem 
to play by the rules of any body else's plan.
     Well only time would tell.  I finished dressing, checked my appearance in 
the mirror and pushed the call button.  Joe came in shortly after and we walked 
together down the hallway.
     "It may have seen like you were in a hospital, Doug, but this really is a 
relatively small part of a research and design building.  You basically have 
been in three rooms, a "procedure or operating room", a patient's room and 
another patient's room which we lined with pads to make it into a padded cell 
for the last part of your stay.  Well, here's the conference room where the
"debriefing" takes place."
     As we entered I could see sitting at a rather large table Sue, looking 
lovelier than ever, Tom McAllister, and "Officer" Kate Jennings.  Joe and I took 
the remaining seats after Dr. McAllister got up and shook my hand with a broad 
smile on his face.
     "Well Doug, how does it feel to have just undergone a 'medical experience'?  
You look pretty good for what you have been through.  I want to run through some 
things with you and the rest of the group, but do you want to say anything 
first?"
     "No, the past few days have been busy and rather confusing, and I feel sort 
of relieved and perhaps a little disappointed that it is over.  I guess I really 
am primarily interested in what you have to say," I replied. 
     "Okay, let me run through quite a few things with you.  To begin with, we 
are primarily a research group interested in learning how people react to 
various situations that occur in the hospital environment.  You are the first 
physician to go through this and because of your knowledge and experience, we 
have been especially keen on your reactions and feelings.
     "You came to me wanting to know what it felt like to be a patient and 
mentioned some things like being in an emergency room, operating room, etc.  
What I thought you really wanted to experience were the thoughts and emotions of 
a patient in various situations.  So we designed a scenario along those lines.
     "To begin with we gave you fear, confusion and helplessness in the 
emergency room when you awoke from the sedative given at your home.  Then you 
had the concern and guilt over the possible vehicular homicide.  Kate, you were 
particularly effective in your role.
     "Doug, you were then faced with problems with knowing what was real and 
what was fiction, a situation experienced by many patients.  We then put you 
through a period of low oxygen which produced the usual apprehension, discomfort 
from all the tubes, especially the urinary catheter, amnesia for recent events, 
embarrassment from needing a diaper for urinary control, and trouble coming to 
grips with the need to depend almost entirely on others.
     "Then you had the two major episodes of hallucinations.  These were 
unplanned.  At first we thought that they were secondary to sensory deprivation, 
again something common among patients, particularly elderly ones, but this 
didn't seem to be the logical explanation in your case. 
It took Sue to come up with the idea that you were having an adverse reaction to 
the Valium we gave you.
     "I do have to apologize to you for the use of the strait jacket, but you 
were very wild and a threat to yourself and others.  We didn't dare use any 
other sedation and so relied on an old but effective method of control."  As he 
concluded he looked at me in a questioning manner wondering about my reactions.
     So I addressed the group.  "Tom, Sue, Kate and Joe, first of all I want to 
thank you for your roles in putting me through all this.  Yes, with the 
exception of one or two things, I think I have experienced just about everything 
a patient goes through.  Maybe even more.  And yes, Kate, you were very 
convincing.  Maybe someday I'll have a chance to get even," I said with a
smile.
     I continued, "I do have a better appreciation for what a patient goes 
through and I have no complaints about what you all did to me...or for me.  Tom, 
I am curious about one thing.  You seemed near the end to pull Sue out of the 
scenario and then sort of punished her by putting her in a strait jacket also."  
I said this even though I didn't think she thought of it as punishment.
     "Yes," Tom said, "she seemed at times to be getting too involved with your 
feelings and wanted to curtail some of the situations we were putting you in.  I 
thought she was losing her objectivity.
     "In any case, Doug, we seem to be at the end of your time here, even though 
it proved to be shorter than the period you and I discussed.  You are free to go 
but I would like you to write down your impressions and would like to hear what 
your hallucinations were all about.  Also, I would like you to consider working 
with us occasionally.  I think you would fit in very well although we couldn't 
pay you more than a small stipend."
     This suggested that Sue had not told him the details about my hallucination 
and I couldn't recall whether I had said anything to anyone about the second.  I 
sat there for a moment wondering how I was going to get in touch with Sue and 
whether she wanted to have anything further to do with me.
     As I went to stand up Tom said, "Oh, you said there were one or two things 
that you didn't experience.  What were they?"
     "Well, many patients think of hospitalisations and medical care as bad and 
painful experiences which I really didn't have.  And I also think that many 
people simply get bored being in the hospital.  Maybe I am glad things went the 
way they did."
     "Doug, boredom takes time to develop and we didn't really have time to do 
this, although your point is well taken.  As to pain, my role as a physician has 
always been to try to protect patients from this, but maybe we can work 
something out for you," he said half seriously.  "Kate had some plans for you 
that didn't sound very pleasant."
     At this point Sue got to her feet and said, "I don't think Dr. Matteson is 
asking for anything along those lines.  Anyway, I want to show him the rest of 
our facility, get him some lunch and maybe introduce him to some of the nice 
places in our town as a nice way to end his stay here."
     I pushed back from the table and said, "Sounds good to me.  I seem to be 
behind in my meals and would like to accept.  Tom, you will hear from me...and 
thanks again to all of you."


                          CHAPTER EIGHT

     Outside the conference room, Sue took my hand and led me on a quick trip 
through the building, showing me the lab, kitchenette, a few offices and the 
small library.  It was all very up to date, clean and well organized.
     Then she ushered me outside to where her car was parked.  "There's a nice 
little quiet country style restaurant not far from here.  I suggest we try 
that."
     As she drove through a nice portion of the downtown area, I sensed that we 
were both a little uneasy and uncertain.  I was about to say something about my 
feelings but hesitated.  It was like being on a first date.
     The restaurant was quaint and cozy.  We were given a table in one corner 
and I was pleasantly surprised to find that they did serve wine and beer.  The 
wine sounded good and tasted better.  Being a little tense, I selected just soup 
and a sandwich and she asked for only a salad. 
Our conversation at first was a little mechanical but after a little wine we 
both relaxed.  Also, when my knee accidentally touched hers, she didn't move 
away.
     Finally I found the courage to say, "Sue, it's hard for me to tell you how 
much I haveenjoyed being very close to you during the past few days.  We have 
shared some things together that were wonderful and exceeded even my fertile 
imagination.  Looking at you right now, I want to touch you and make you want me 
as much as I want you.  And I don't even know whether you are married or have a 
'significant other'."
     "I was hoping you would say something like that, Doug.  No, I'm not married 
or otherwise attached.  And through a nurse friend of mine who works at your 
hospital, I know about your wife who died some time ago.  I'd like to know more 
about her sometime for in that way I would know more about you.  Like you, our 
intimate moments together are something I didn't expect, and were great.  I 
don't think Dr. McAllister really knew what happened between us, but he sensed 
something was going on and came close to firing me.  But he feels I have been a
valuable member of the team so I guess I still have a job.
     "Anyway, I do find you very attractive and am having a hard time keeping my 
hands off of you right now.  I would like to warn you however that I have a wide 
variety of desires which probably is the main reason I have never married.  So 
beware.  For now, tell me about your plans. When do you have to be back at 
work?"
     I reached across the table and took her hand.  "Well, I cancelled all 
appointments and operations for three weeks because I really didn't know when 
this time here was going to begin or how long it would last.  So maybe I'll just 
find an apartment here in town and will see if I can get you to out with me.  
And I can rent a car since I don't have mine."
     "Doug, keep in mind that I have a job.  But this is Friday and I have the 
next few days off. I would like very much to show you my home and would like to 
get out of this uniform.  Okay?"
     This sounded great to me and quickly paid the bill.  In her car as she 
drove out of town, she explained that she owned a small house that was located 
in the woods near a state park.  As she described the place to me, I placed my 
hand on her thigh.  She sucked in her breath but didn't push my hand away.  But 
when my hand strayed up towards her breast which I had been staring at, her 
nipple showing through her somewhat tight uniform, she pulled off onto the side 
of the road, grabbed my head and brought her lips to mine.
     Our embrace was getting hotter and hotter when she suddenly broke away.  
"Doug, we still have ten miles to go.  I'm going to have to do something about 
those hands of yours if we are ever going to get there."
     "I'm just having a hard time controlling them as well as a few other parts 
of my anatomy. Sorry about that."
     "Don't be sorry.  Just remove your belt, give it to me and lean forward 
with your hands behind you."
     I looked questioningly at her but did as she asked.  Then I felt her 
wrapping the belt very tightly around my wrists, which had overlapped.  With a 
final tug, she buckled the belt and I realized that my hands were securely 
fastened behind me.
     "There, that will hold you.  Close your eyes and don't say anything.  Then 
I can concentrate on my driving.  And don't be thinking about Kate.  You'll have 
enough trouble wondering about me."
     I sat back and tried to understand my feelings.  I was aroused, a little 
frustrated  and sort of helpless.  I enjoyed being this way but at the same time 
wanted to do the same things to this attractive woman next to me.  When we 
reached the long dirt drive that led to her house, she suggested that I open my 
eyes and learn the way.  The narrow road penetrated deeply into a forest and 
then we reached a clearing with a rather small log cabin, a big covered porch 
running along the entire front side.  Behind the house was a large barn.  The 
whole place looked neat and well kept.
     When we stopped, she came around to my side of the car, opened the door and 
started to remove the belt from my wrists.  "Now I want you to promise me that 
our relationship is going to be a fifty-fifty sort of thing.  We're going to 
both enjoy roles in our time together.  If that is not okay with you, then I'll 
be glad to drive you home and we can part good friends.  But somehow, I think 
you share these same thoughts," she said, looking up at me.
     "Yes, that's exactly what I would like."  With that I took her rather 
gently in my arms and began to kiss her lips, neck, ears and eyes, holding her 
close and feeling the swell of her breasts against my chest.
     "Let's go inside even though there is no one within miles of us," Sue said 
a little breathlessly.
     The interior of the house was very cozy.  The front room was large with a 
fireplace on one end.  The room had a cathedral ceiling with large crossbeams.  
The back portion of the house was divided between a kitchen-dining area and a 
bedroom with attached bath.  The bed was queen size with sturdy wooden posts and 
crosspieces at both ends.
     When we reached the foot of the bed she turned to me and asked, "Well, what 
do you think?"
     My answer was to again embrace her, but this time I grasped her wrists and 
placed them behind her. Holding them in that position with one hand, I slowly 
pushed her onto the bed and kissed her again and again.  She didn't object when 
I began to unbutton her uniform and pushed her bra up so I could cup her 
beautiful breasts and feel her turgid nipples.
     In the frenzy that followed, she got her hands loose and went to work on my 
beltless pants and shorts, but when we coupled she put her hands above her head 
and grabbed the crosspiece. "Don't stop now but sometime I want you to tie or 
cuff them there," she whispered.
     "Don't worry.  I intend to do just that and a lot more, but right now I 
would have a hard time stopping what I'm doing.  And if I didn't tell you 
before, I love you very much."

       Someday this will be continued.........