GlenView
By MikeL

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GlenView Health Spa and Polyclinic

GlenView provides to its guest a range of services from a private spa to relax away the tensions of every day life, to treatments for the most demanding problems of mind and body

Health Spa			Weight Reduction 
Substance Abuse 		Physical Therapy
Counseling			Sanatorium

Chapter 1 - Arrival

	It was with equal parts of excitement and nervousness as the car I was riding in approached GlenView. It was only after much searching and cross checking to be sure that the rumors that I had come across were true, before I even made contact with Doctor Hansen, the head of GlenView.  Even then careful discussions took place to be sure that the unadvertised but quietly whispered about services that were available with complete assurance of privacy and confidentiality. Services that, if I could get up the nerve, would satisfy a long standing fantasy.
	Finally the time came when I had to either go through with my fantasy or give it up. So after much trepidation, here I was, on the way to act out a long time fantasy. The whole trip had its surreal aspects, not a sound to distract me from my own thoughts, the limousine riding so quietly and smoothly driven by a chauffeur whose interest was on the road ahead and not conversation.
	With all my nervousness and introspection, I had missed it when the car had entered the gates of GlenView and now it was slowly approaching the entrance. Just as the car stopped, the door was opened and a young woman in a nurse’s uniform greeted me “Hello Jesse, I am Dr. Hansen’s assistant Sara. He assigned me to look after your needs during your time with us. If you’ll please come with me, we’ll get you settled in.”
	Within a few minutes she had taken me to a spacious, well-furnished apartment, and less than a minute later, the chauffeur had arrived with my luggage. “Take it easy and relax,” Sara commented, “while I unpack for you. In the meantime, you can have some lunch. Our kitchen is the equal of many fine restaurants and can quickly prepare what ever you want and have it satisfy the most demanding taste. After you have a chance to relax from your trip, the doctor will be coming to see you in a little while for an interview and physical exam. What he finds out from this will help him set up your treatment during your stay here. “
	Even though I was hungry, anticipation dulled my appetite so that all I could eat was a small salad. Trying to relax, I took off my shoes, laid down and tried to take a short nap without success.
	A short while later, the door opened and a middle-aged gentleman entered and introduced himself. “Good afternoon Jesse, I am Doctor Hansen. I hope your feeling more relaxed after your trip?”
	“Well somewhat,” I replied, “but the anticipation of what is to come has me on edge.”
	In an effectively reassuring manner, he noted, “Yes, I can appreciate that. However before we can get started with your sessions with us, there are two things that need to be taken care of. First we need to lay out in detail just what will be done during the special treatments that you are here for, and second, a physical exam to be sure that your health will permit you to do so without worrying about any adverse physical or medical reactions.”
	“Based on our letters, I do have a general idea as to what you want, but there are some details that still need to be brought out.  Now as I understand, it you are not interested in a 24 hour a day session for the entire length of your stay with us, rather you want two specific limited treatment’s. “
	“Now the first session, you want to be put into ‘full’ restraints so you can safely ‘go crazy’ and not be released until you ‘regain your sanity’.“
	“Yes,” I replied, “That’s a basic summary.”
	“Well,” he asked, “what do you mean by ‘full’ restraints?”
	“Well lying in an appropriate hospital bed, holding both arms and legs immobile with cuffs at the ankles, thighs -- near the knees -- wrists and arm near the elbows. In addition a waist belt, chest restraint to keep me from sitting up, and finally a head restraint to keep me from banging my head or giving myself a case of whiplash.”
	“Sounds quite secure for the purpose, but there are a couple of items I will be adding to the set up. Anti embolism stockings - 20 to 30 mm hg compression - to keep the blood in your legs circulating, finger mitt’s, a diaper, and a special gag to prevent swallowing your tongue without interfering with your breathing.”
	“Finger mitt’s – what’s that?”
	“It keeps your fingers wrapped around a hand shaped pillow. The only hand movement is to squeeze the pillow. It prevents you from grabbing anything that might get to close to your hands – such as an aids clothing – or injuring yourself.”
	“All right I guess, anything else?”
	“Yes one other thing, how do you want to initiate the session, cooperatively, or have a couple orderlies ‘forcibly’ restrain you? “
	“I’m not ready for something quite that real. Lets do it cooperatively.”
	“All right then, after you had a chance to rest up after the first session, you are looking at 24 hours in a strait jacket. Seems rather excessive, any more details do you want to add to that?” 
	“I’ve seen pictures in magazines and on the net of people in jackets, and they seem so loose, bulky. I would prefer something close fitting yet not tight enough to interfere with circulation, holding my arms firmly in place with the minimum slack to prevent movement. For all of this, it should not be unnecessarily uncomfortable considering the length of time I will be wearing it.”
	“We are already prepared to put together a jacket that will meet your requirements, all that will be needed will be a few measurements which we will take as part of the physical exam. Now, where do you wish to spend you time, in the ‘soft room’, in your apartment, the wards, or elsewhere? “
	“Well, I suppose for the first few hours, just to get the feel of the whole experience, but for the most part, in my room with Sara looking after my needs.”
	“Actually, we have found for people such as yourself who are not used to the experience, the first few hours can be a ‘difficult’ adjustment. So for the first few hours you would be staying in the ‘soft room’ anyway until you become comfortable with the situation.  Next, while we will start off the session with the jacket applied snugly, after a short time, it will be loosened to allow some movement. Held in firmly like that for too long and your joints stiffen up, the experience becomes very painful both during and after the session – definitely not the type of session you are seeking. Also, as with the first session, it will be started cooperatively rather than with the unwilling assistance of the orderlies.”
	“Yes definitely, cooperative. Sounds all right so far, but are there any other details you want to cover? ”
	“No, at this point we just cover the basic outline.  To fully enjoy the experience, the individual incidents you will encounter must come unexpectedly. Your answers here and our previous correspondence allow us to adjust the ‘intensity’ of the experience to your needs.”
	“All right, I guess. You do have more experience in this than I do.”
	“Very well, in a few minutes Sara will be taking to the examining room. We need to be sure that you do not have any physical problems than may adversely affect your treatment here.”
 	With that, Doctor Hansen talked privately with Sara, politely excused himself, and left.
	“Now it’s time for you to get ready for your exam,” Sara stated. “If you will please get undressed, I will get your gown for the exam.” With that she pushed a button on the wall, and in came a young woman carrying some clothing. With that I undressed, with the new aide taking each piece as I took it off. Then, with Sara’s help, I put on the gown, robe and slippers.
	“Come with me,” Sara asked, “we need to get a few tests done, pictures taken and measurements taken.” With that I began a confusing series of tests, even now I cannot be sure of them all, or the order that they occurred. Blood tests, urine and stool samples, X-ray’s, EKG, EEG, BP, height, weight, distances between and diameter’s of various parts of my body from head to toe, the distance between them, gynecological, even a dental exam.
	 After several of hours of poking, prodding, sample taking, and so on, I was shown into an examination room and told that Doctor Hansen would be in as soon as he had a chance to review the test results.
	After a while, the doctor came in carrying a thick folder jammed full with computer printouts, x-ray’s, test strips, and so on. “Well, Jesse, based on the test results we have been able to obtain in this short a time, you are in excellent health. Once the rest of the reports are in tomorrow morning, we will be able to make the final decision to proceed or not. In the meantime just a few more tests that I need to make personally. At least there is one test you don’t have to put up with.”
	“At this point, I usually give our male guests a prostrate exam, most of whom don’t particularly care for the experience. They apparently do not believe in turning the other cheek. Now just a few more tests and we will be done for today.”
	After a few quick checks, eyes, throat, ears, reflexes, etc., doctor Hansen made a few notes in the folder, turned to me and said, “Well, so far everything looks good. You are in excellent condition. Once the last of the lab test results are in, and I expect them to be clean, we will be able to begin your sessions. In the mean time, relax and get some sleep. If you need help doing so, I have authorized Sara to let you have a sleeping pill if you need it.”

Chapter 2 – Interlude

	Passing through the solarium on the way back to my room, I saw a device that looked like oversized gimbaled rings that would be used to hold a large gyroscope. “Oh, I see you spotted our ‘self basting rotisserie’  “ Sara informed me somewhat cryptically. “ We had a patient what wanted to be in restraint on a 24/7 basis while here, yet still have the opportunity to keep up her all over tan. This is what our people came up with. She was strapped spread eagle to the inner ring; naked of course to be sure the sun could touch all parts of her body. The motors in the hubs are then turned on, slowly turning on all 3 axes. Sunscreen was then pumped through internal channels and out through spray tips, keeping her body protected from sunburn. The daily sessions on it gave her a more even tan than she had been getting from more conventional methods.”
	With that Sara led me back to my apartment. “Time to relax, if you can. If I am not here and you need to get in touch with me, just push the button on the intercom, it connects right to my room next door so I can be right in. After your long day, I am sure that you will to wanting to take a bath, and relax. “
	Sara was right there. After a long, nervous, trip here followed by all that poking and prodding, I was feeling sweaty and uncomfortable. With that I went into the bathroom to check out the facilities. What I found was of course quite luxurious, but the one thing that caught my attention was the one I had an immediate need for, the Jacuzzi. What’s more it was already filled and steaming, the water temperature perfect.  So quickly undressing, I got in, and as I did so, it started up. 
	Who ever designed that bath certainly knew what they were doing. The continually varying play of the water across my body was both erotic and relaxing at the same time. The jets that were playing from below supported most of my weight, giving me an almost weightless feeling. All my tensions were being washed away leaving me more relaxed than I have ever been before, and almost half asleep. 
	As it was, I barely remember Sara helping me out of the bath, getting into my nightgown and going to bed. Deep sleep quickly followed.
	When I woke in the morning, I still felt relaxed. The soothing effects of the Jacuzzi were still with me. Getting up, I went into the bathroom to cleanup and within a few minutes Sara came in. “The doctor will be ready to see you in a little while to discuss the last of your test results. After you clean up and have breakfast, I will have your clothing laid out for today’s activities.” 

Chapter 3 – The Bind That Ties

	It seems that things are going to be interesting later, because after cleaning up and having breakfast, I went to change and found that the ‘uniform of the day’ that had been laid out consisted of a sports bra, panties, slippers and a robe. As soon as I had gotten dressed, Sara came in and escorted me back to the examining room where the doctor was waiting.
	“Good morning Jesse, you are looking quite relaxed this morning.” He observed. “I see from the record that you did not require any medication to help you to relax or get to sleep last night. Very good, its only the exceptional case where they are occasionally needed that I approve their use, otherwise I prefer not to have my patients use them. If you had required their use, I would have canceled the rest of your sessions here.”  	Glancing at his notes, he went on “All the tests are in and you are in excellent condition for the treatment’s we have laid out. So now if you will come with me next door to the treatment room, we can get started.” With that the three of us entered the next room where we found Sara’s aide Helen laying out various restraints on a table.
	It was Sara putting her hand on my shoulder to guide me to the bed that broke the spell and I noticed the rest of the room. The center was dominated by what looked like a hospital bed on steroids. The frame was made of heavy metal bars, each with various attachment points. Near the bed was a pole with two pieces of medical electronics, lights flashing, the displays showing a straight line, and each with an attached wire lead hanging from a hook. Nearby were a couple of comfortable chairs, but somehow I did not believe they were meant for me.
	Doctor Hansen then directed “Sara, will you and Helen please prepare Jessie.” With that, I was put on to the bed and laid down and from that point everything happened quickly. Acting in concert, without a comment and displaying a well-practiced smoothness I was prepared for the upcoming session.  The waist belt, already attached to the bed, was quickly closed around me. It was quickly followed by belts being slid under my body and adjusted to be even with my wrists and elbows, attached to the bed, mitt’s placed on my hands, and the wrist and elbow cuffs secured.  With Sara on one leg, and Helen on the other, I was quickly fitted out with a pair of tight fitting stockings that ran almost all the way up to the top of my thighs. I started to ask what these were, but they interrupted and reminded me that these were compression stockings used to prevent pooling of blood in the legs when a patient is required to stay in bed for extended periods of time. As soon as the stockings were in place and checked to be without wrinkles, my panties were removed and a diaper put in their place.
	Additional straps and cuffs were then put in place to hold my ankles and knees in place. Then some sort of harness was then attached to the waist belt at one end, swung over my chest and attached to the bed above my head, effectively keeping me even attempting to sit up. Finally, some sort of soft material was wrapped around my head like a helmet, held in place by a strap around my skull, and secured to the bed in a way to restrict my head from being able to turn to either side. The two leads from the medical monitoring devices were then pasted on, one to my chest near the heart, and the other to my skull just behind the eye.
	Everything stopped at this point, and the doctor said, “Jessie, there is just one more step to take, and once in place there is no way you can end this scene until it has played itself out as we outlined it yesterday. This is your last chance to say no  -- what is your decision?”  Only one thing came to mind, that was if I were to go though with this, I would have to say so now before I lost my nerve. “Yes,” I replied, though with a bit of a shake to my voice, “lets go.”
	With that Sara took out a gag that looked like a cross between a football player’s mouth-guard, a pear, and a hose. My mouth was opened, the pear shaped part put in over my tongue and my mouth closed with my teeth in the ‘mouth guard’. The hose was sticking out of my mouth. A chinstrap was attached at either end to the back of the skull strap, holding my mouth closed.
	“As I described this before, this gag has a number of purposes. It keeps you from swallowing your tongue, creating too much noise and disturbing the other residents and in case your nose blocks up, you still can breath through your mouth.”  Doctor Hansen explained. He went on “It’s all up to you now. At least one person will be here at all times to be sure you don’t get into trouble, but will not otherwise interfere. What happens next is what you make of it. So ‘enjoy’ yourself.” With that, the doctor left me to my own devices and wondering if this was an example of the old warning ‘be careful of what you ask for, you might get it’.
	Now that I was finally here, but was it really anything like what I had imagined it to be. With no stress on them, the restraints were not uncomfortable, but how about if I tried them out? Starting with my arms, I found that there was very little play in the bonds. The elbow cuffs prevented me from any significant pulling or pushing out of the wrist cuffs. Even though moving my shoulders gave me some more movement, it did not help. The cuffs holding my wrists fitting like a second skin, firmly holding onto my arm and preventing it from slipping out. 
	Moving my attention to my legs, I found the same inability to move. The most I movement I could get, was by twisting my hips. But like the wrist cuffs, the tight ankle cuffs would not allow the feet from getting free. 
	The chest harness not only kept me from trying to sit up, it also prevented me from moving side-to-side or sliding up and down. The head straps did not even allow me move or even twist my head. This is more restraining than I expected, I can’t get loose, but maybe if I can move things just right, I can at least get some slack.  
	Pulling, pushing, twisting, trying to sit up, any possible movement, nothing seems to help. Then, as I half way accepted that all I could do is to become sane by relaxing and waiting for release, this itch starts up right in the middle of my back and it will not let me alone until it has been properly scratched. Of course it’s located in a spot where my back does not touch the bed sheets. No matter how I move my back with in the limited range allowed by the restraints: up or down, left or light, back and forth, nothing comes in contact with that one demanding spot. The only result seems to be that I get more and more tired and that dammed itch gets more and more insistent.
	The increasing demands of that spot on my back drives me on despite what my mind or tiring body says. Then to add to my misery, all that activity made me to break out in a sweat. The drops running off my body, some tickling, others irritating as they flowed. There was nothing I could do to wipe them off, or the salt trail that they left behind. All these combined to drive me on to fight the restraints no matter how much I tried not to. 
	On and on it went, until I did not have the strength to fight any more. My mind a tired haze, unable to think of anything, not even escape or some relief from of the irritations of my body, just thoughtlessly absorbing its complaints. A tired body, just lying there with only enough strength left for the occasional twitch.

Chapter 4 – Return to Sanity 

	With a start, I woke up and in an almost instinctive attempt to once more break loose from my restraints, sat up. Sat up !!!! I was no longer being held down. Still exhausted from the experience, I fell back on to the bed. Looking around showed I was back in my room. With that, Sara was at my side, 
	“Well, back with us I see. But after all you’ve been through; you still need to get rest. But first, you need to get some liquids down to replace the water and minerals you lost.” 
	With that she lifted me up and helped me drink several glasses of some sort of juice. Until then, I did not realize just how thirsty I was. After getting Sara to scratch that dammed itch, I was able to go back to sleep.
	Waking later, I felt much better, though I could use a bath and something to eat. “Welcome back,” Sara interrupted my thoughts, “ looks like you’re ready to begin a new day.”
	So with a little help from Sara, I got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. After a bath, and otherwise making myself look human again, I went out to the bedroom where Sara had my clothing laid out and a large breakfast ready on a nearby table. 
	Dressed and fed, I sat back in my chair and asked what was on the schedule? Sara replied “For the next day or so, its relax and enjoy yourself. We have many facilities available for your enjoyment, or you can just lay back and do nothing. What ever you feel like.”
	“Well,“ I replied,“ for the time being, just laying back and relaxing seems best.”
	“In that case, if you are interested in how you did yesterday, I do have some Polaroid’s of the session.”
	From the inside, it certainly had not exactly been what I expected. More intense certainly, and with unanticipated reactions. Maybe seeing things from the outside could put it all into perspective. So I replied, “Yes, I would like to.” 
	Bringing out a stack of Polaroid’s, Sara assured me “These are the only copies we have and we will be putting them in a photo album for you to take with when you leave.”
	“Now the first few pictures are of you being secured.”
	The pictures were laid out in front of me and they showed a young woman lying on the bed with a detached look about her, almost oblivious to the restraints being applied. Yet I remember that at the time I was anything but calm. Inside it was all nerves and uncertainty about what I was getting myself into. That must have been why I had not noticed anyone with a camera taking pictures.  “If you were taking these, did you tape it too?” 
	“We have the capability, but only do so when one of our more experienced guests asks us to do so.  But getting back to your pictures, this next sequence shows you first checking out just how well you were restrained.”
	These photos certainly were misleading. All they showed was some slight movement of the body and limbs. Only the clenching of the fists in any way indicated how much I was concentrating on escaping those restraints.
	“From the next sequence, it seems that not to long later, you accepted that you could not get loose and would have to wait to be turned loose, but needed some slack to be more comfortable.”
	Indeed it was, there I was pushing, pulling, twisting, etc., putting a constant strain on each strap and belt, trying to stretch and/or slightly loosen something. All in a futile effort. With the last couple of photo’s showing an attempt to relax and not fight it, to show that I was not longer violent and in need of restraint.
	Seeing that I had completed the current set of pictures, Sara said, “The next pictures show what happened next, after ‘THE ITCH’ hit you.”
	“How did you know about that?” 
	“That happens to almost everyone in that or similar situations. It always seems to hit in a location that just can’t be reached no matter what you do. Generally right in the middle of the back where there are no edges to rub against to scratch it. In order to become a full assistant to Doctor Hansen, among other lessons, I had to experience most of the ‘treatments’ that a guest here might take. This is to permit me to have an understanding of what you are going through and not allow it to go to far. From personal experience, I know only too well just what happened.”
	“Now you tell me, after it’s all over. Why couldn’t you mention it before things got started?”
	“This was one of the ‘unexpected incidents’ that the Doctor mentioned that would add some realism to the experience.”
	“I hope you are going to be a bit more forthcoming about my next session....”
	“Not really needed, it’s really a less intense experience. It’s more a matter of endurance.  Anyway, here are the rest of the photos showing your struggle.”
	Indeed they did, or at least as much movement as the restraints had allowed. The most prominent signs were the tensing of muscles, grimacing of the face, and the sweat beading up and eventually rolling off my body. Toward the end of the stack, the face became less and less frantic, gradually replaced by expressions of exhaustion. Finally, in the last pictures, nothing but exhaustion, a body just lying there limp with no more energy left to resist.
	Seeing me put aside the last of the Polaroid’s, Sara added, “After we released you, we found that everything you were wearing was dripping wet with sweat. Even the diaper had more sweat than urine in it. Before putting you to bed to recuperate, we had to remove everything and clean you up. Doctor Hansen examined you and found that except for exhaustion and some dehydration, you were in good shape.
	For the next couple of days, I relaxed and recovered. First just relaxing by the pool, later pampering myself with a pedicure, manicure, a session with the hairdresser, facial, massage, etc.. Later as I felt more like my old self, more activity such as tennis, swimming, workouts in the health spa, dancing in the evening, movies (anything from the classics to the latest releases) all the usual distractions that can be found at a well-appointed spa.
	Waking a few days later, I went through my usual morning routine until I left the bathroom. There was Sara waiting for me. 

Chapter 5 – Once More Into the Breach

	“Ah, I see your ready. Its time for your next session.”
	Sara moved aside to show what clothing she had laid out for me. What looked like a well-tailored jacket, with overly long sleeves, another diaper, and a pair of cloth slippers.  Taking off my pajamas, I put on the diaper and with Sara holding up the jacket, inserted my arms.
	“As you get ‘dressed’, please notice the additional features we have included. The entire jacket is lined with a silk satin material, and it has a built in shelf bra to provide support.“ She told me as she turned me around and secured shut the back of the jacket. 
	“Also you can see that as you wanted, it is form fitted, firm without being binding.” she continued her description, and as she talked, Sara continued to secure the jacket. Guiding my enclosed arms through straps in front and on each side, securing then in place with straps buckled together in back and then pulling through and buckling the two crotch straps. Giving me a full 360-degree look over, and tugging on all the straps, she noted “That’s ready, just sit down here while I get your slippers and hobble on and we will get you ready to go over to the hospital.” 
	“Hobble ?? Where did that come from?”
	As she wrapped leather cuffs around my ankles and hooked them together with a short belt, Sara told me “ Its to keep you from trying to get away or kick anyone while being moved.”
	With the hobble secured and slippers on, Sara called in her assistant Helen, who quickly entered carrying some sort of canvas appliance. At Sara’s signal, I rose, and they wrapped the canvas around me. A device that was almost as confining as the jacket. 
	“We are trying to keep this part of the session realistic. So to take you over to the ‘quiet room’ to acclimate yourself, we use this transport jacket to keep things in control. This includes the ‘handles’ on each side that Helen and I will use to guide you. Also, since we are going out into a public area, we need to be sure that no one knows it’s you, either by sight or hearing your voice.”
	With that explanation, Helen pulled something over my head, a hood with a gag that was quickly drawn into my mouth as the hood was secured.
	“Your privacy is assured, no one can see its you or recognize your voice.”
	“Gee, thanks” I tried to say around the gag.
	“Thanks aren’t necessary, it’s all part of the service.” She replied. 
	As quickly as they had secured me into these things, even more quickly they grabbed on to the loops on each side of the transport jacket, walked me out of my room, down the walkway into the hospital, down a corridor, through a locked door and into a room with padded walls and floor. With well-practiced moves they laid me down, the hood and transport jacket were removed and the belt of the hobble was secured to the back of the jacket keeping my leg’s bent preventing me from standing. “Now we need to loosen the jacket slightly to allow some movement and prevent unnecessary pain from your joints stiffening up.” After doing so they turned to leave, and Sara told me “Once you have become acclimated to the jacket, we will let you out and take you back to your room. Unless something happens, such as panic or violence requiring your returned to this room, the rest of your time in this restraint will be as comfortable as we can make it.”
	With that, they left and I could hear the latch on the door snap shut. So, now what?   Testing the restraint for the first time, I found it did meet the requirements I had stated earlier.  The arms were held in place with only a little slack. Indeed, the entire jacket had minimal movement up, down or around, yet was not so tight as to cut off my circulation.
	Just the gentle trial tests of the strait jacket were no problem, but as soon as I tried something more vigorous, even being on my knees - I almost fell. Even with a soft floor, the thought of falling without my arms to catch me caused a slight panic reaction. Cautiously I leaned against the wall, and eased myself into a more stable position. More serious attempts at struggling against its firm hug did not help. All I found was that there was just barely enough movement to allow me to scratch any itches that occurred, otherwise nothing.
	Maybe a different tactic would help. Could I catch one of the buckles on an irregularity in the padding?  Now there is one buckle I can feel just above my hips. Moving my hips and lower back around in every direction, I tried rubbing the buckle against the canvas of the padded floor but it did not catch on anything. Moving over slightly to try a different location I tried again with no irregularity snagging the buckle. Over and over again in different locations and I was still held as snugly held as ever. 
	While resting for a moment, I noticed that in one place where two sections of the padding on the wall were joined, there was a slight gap! Could this be the irregularity that I was looking for? What did I have to lose by trying?
	Rolling over to the wall, I leaned my back where I thought the buckles would catch on the gap. Leaning back on the buckle and moving back and forth I tried to snag the buckle with no luck. Sliding over just a bit to one side, I tried again and again, all around the gap, the only result was that I had tired myself out and showed that the only way out of this thing was to have someone let me out. Even Houdini would have been hard put to get out of it. Having learned a lesson from my previous session, I decided that my best strategy was to just relax and ‘enjoy’ myself, so I scooted up against a corner of the wall, leaned back and relaxed. Actually, it was not really that hard to do so, the jacket felt so comfortable -- reminding me of some pleasant time in my childhood. It had me feeling so safe and warm.
	Later, how long I am not sure as I seem to have dozed off for a while, I was startled awake to find that Sara and Helen had released the hobble belt and were there pulling some sort of canvas sack over my legs.  
	When I asked what this was about, Sara replied, “This treatment is only meant for violent patients. Since regulations don’t allow us to keep any one in here who isn’t and you are not cooperating by not cooperating, we have to do something to correct your attitude. Even if you don’t fight it, we can attribute that to the restraint.”
	Quickly finishing, as Sara talked, finished securing the ‘sack’ and left. Looking over what that had done, I found that what they had put on me was like a single legged, footed pant, secured at the waist to loops on the jacket and laced along its length holding my legs together.
	Maybe, if I tried hard, I could stand up but unless my balance was perfect or leaned against the wall, could not stay up. Essentially, I had been reduced to getting around wriggling like a worm. It only took a few minutes of twisting and turning to find what I had expected, nothing to do but wait till they decide to let me loose.  By a combination of rolling and snake like crawling, I was able to work my way back to a corner where I could rest sitting up. With all the problems I had just moving around just the short distance to the corner, it was understandable why people restrained like this did not give their keepers much of a problem.
	A while later, how long I am not sure as I seem to have dropped off to sleep again, I awoke to see Sara and Helen entering.
	“I guess we are just going to have to take you back to your own room. You are just not crazy enough to rate this special treatment. However, before we take you back, there is one more thing you need to do in order to get the most authentic experience out of this place.”
	With that, Helen put down two bowls, one with some sort of thick gruel in it, and water in the other. “Since it is so late in the day and you were too busy for lunch, dinner is served, when you’ve finished we can get back to your room.” Then they left.
	All I wanted to do was get this part over with, so rolling over on to my stomach and hitched my way over to the bowls. Sniffing carefully told me that the goop did not smell either bad or good, just a neutral aroma of warm moist air rising off of it. Carefully tasting it revealed a bland taste. 
	Sighing to my self in resignation, I put my face into the food bowl and used my tongue to lick up the contents. Thankfully it was shallow, so it did not take long to empty. Scooting over to the water bowl, I put my face in it to both get a drink and try to wash the goop off my face. 
	As I did so, Sara and Helen entered, rolled me over, removed the sack restraining my legs and replaced the hobble. And as they helped me to my feet, Helen said, “Looks like before we go, you are going to need a change as well as being cleaned up. We will take you over to the examination room and take care of it over there.”
	Until she mentioned it, I had not realized what I had done, but from the feel of it, the diaper had been well used. Funny, I thought I had better control than that, at least I should have noticed when it happened. Crossing the hall, we entered what turned out to be an OB examination room where I was seated in the examination chair with my feet secured in the stirrups. Only having one crotch strap at a time undone, they removed the old diaper and dropped it into a near by trashcan. Continuing, they took some sort of damp towels and cleaned me up at both ends, ignoring my embarrassed (and bare assed) protests. Then to add to the indignity, by over-enthusiastically powdering everything in sight, creating a cloud of flying talcum reminiscent of Uncle Miltie just after yelling ‘makeup’. Finally, repeating their earlier performance, put on a new diaper, while only having one crotch strap at a time undone.

Chapter 6 – Tour

	 “Before we return to your room, how about a tour of our facilities?  It will give you an idea of what services we can provide if you decide to come back some other time. For privacy reasons, not all the areas will be available as they are in use by our clients. Those ‘appliances’ that you will see in use are ‘occupied’ by members of our staff in training. How about it?“
	Being a glutton for punishment (no pun intended, at least this time), I agreed. Jesse continued “Just remember, you can look but don’t touch!”  A quick look at her showed an expression of innocence that, if it could have been bottled, I could make a fortune selling it to all the crook’s and politicians (or am I being redundant). 
So, off we went to the hospital facilities.  As we walked, I asked, “How did Doctor Hansen end up running something like this?”
	“Actually it started off as a combination health spa and hospital, one facility that could cater to the minds and bodies of our guests. It began as, and still remains a top-notch physical and mental health facility. How ever, one of our more influential guests talked the Doctor into letting him take part in one of the more restraining treatments. Like you, he had a fantasy that he has always wanted to experience. Afterward, word got around to a few other’s who had similar fantasies. Having given in once to such a request, it was easier to give in to the rest, and as the word spread, his business increased. By now it has stabilized at about thirty percent of the guests here.”
	“How does the Doctor look at this number of people wanting to take such ‘inappropriate’ treatment?”
	“The only answer he has given is that he is taking advantage of an opportunity to get people needing treatment to come to him voluntarily, and that by giving them what they want, he is practicing ‘aversion therapy’. After experiencing what it’s really like, as opposed to the fantasy, they loose interest in it. Actually it is usually successful. About half are satisfied after one stay, its up to seventy-five or eighty percent after two. Maybe ten to fifteen percent will keep coming back for more. These guests feel safe letting go of control here knowing that whatever their fantasy, it will eventually finish and they will be unharmed.”
	“What about those who feel the need to get closer to, or even over the edge. Looking for more ‘severe’ treatment or the lack of assurance of how things will come out?”
	“I see what you are getting at, we are more like a ‘Disneyland’ version of the kinky community, for those who want the thrill with only the appearance of danger or harm.  There are other places available that we know of that can cater to their needs.  One is a more fetish-oriented facility on an island in Central America, and another that is only for the hard core and experienced BDSM practitioner, an extremely severe ‘resort/casino’   in the South Pacific. Depending on his or her requirements, Doctor Hansen can make the necessary ‘referrals’.”
	As I listened to her explanation, we entered the secure area of the hospital, passing several doors, some marked ‘occupied’. Soon, we came to one door marked ‘training session’, which Sara opened and led me in. Here we found a man restrained in a bed in almost the same manner I had been, only he was face down.
	“Now you will notice that this aid is restrained in a nearly identical manner that you were. The main difference is in the head restraint holding the head face down into a padded oval opening at the top of the bed. The result is even more restraint in movement than you had along with an even greater feeling of isolation due to the built in tunnel vision of the opening.”
	I looked at the man being held face down that way, with no way to see what may be going on around him. It made me glad that I had not thought of it myself. From what I could see from the struggle going on, his face down position robbed him of most of what little leverage and potential mobility he might have if he had been in a face up position. 
	After a few minutes, we left that room and headed down the corridor to the next room.
	“At the moment we only have these two training sessions going on. The remainder of the tour will be equipment and facilities only. Now here we have one of our people undergoing a ‘wet sheet’ restraint, though when done right, it is a pleasant and relaxing experience. As long as the covering sheets are kept at the right temperature without any wrinkles to cause discomfort, the patient actually enjoys the session. This, of course, can be a self defeating treatment as it encourages the patient to continue doing whatever it was that got them into that situation. When it was my turn to try it out, I ended up having one of the best nights sleep that I’ve had in a long time. On a few highly stressful occasions, I have taken this treatment to help me relax. Its the only case here that I know of where the reality can be better than the fantasy”
	From what I could see, Sara’s description was accurate. The restrained aid was asleep and completely relaxed. If I did decide to come back for another visit, this looked like one treatment I might consider taking. 
	With little activity here, we soon left and entered a room that was marked ‘unoccupied’. For a moment I thought that there was a mistake because there was what looked like someone wrapped up from head to toe in sheets and hanging over a tank - with no one around except us!
	“Relax,” Sara said, seeing my start at this sight, “no one is really in there, it’s just a mannequin. We are in the ‘Hydro Therapy’ room, used for the ‘wet pack’ treatment. This is one of two treatments that the Doctor avoids, whether for a real treatment or a fantasy, like electro-shock therapy, it is too much like torture. While there are RARE instances where these sessions can be useful, it is only in the most exigent circumstances that he will even consider using them. Even for training purposes, no one is really wrapped up in all those sheets and dipped in that cold water, instead we use dummies such as the one you saw.”
	Sara continued “To my knowledge, it has been only been used once by a ‘volunteer’ patient. One man with that fantasy was able to convince Doctor Hansen to let him go through with it (no mean feat there). How ever after going though all the preparations, wrapping, immobilization, etc., and ready to be given his first dip in the ice cold water, he was given one last chance to back out, and did. From what I hear from those who assisted, they could not get him out of those sheets and restraints and the spa fast enough. Understandably, he never again expressed an interest in experiencing that, or any other treatment.”
	Leaving that fearsome room, we continued to the end of the corridor and went into another door marked ‘Work Shops’. Inside was a large room with many benches holding tools and work in various stages of repair or manufacture. Around the edge were various storerooms with labels apparently indicating the area’s where the materiel kept within was intended for.
	Elaborating on what I could see, Sara continued with the tour narrative, “All of this is for specialty items that we need to manufacture or adapt for use, not just for the sanitarium but for all our special session facilities. Not everything is kept here when not in use, when possible off the shelf and day-to-day usage equipment is kept on site. Of course we do not have separate facilities for each of the categories you will see here. Most of them are not that heavily asked for, instead we have several generic rooms available that are set up as required when needed”
	“Actually, the sanitarium and hospital storage section’s are the least active. Most requests are satisfied with the use of standard commercial equipment. The only job we have had in the past few days was the tailoring of that special strait jacket for you. “
	Going around the various storage alcoves, I examined the various special equipment kept there. Passing by the ‘brothel’, ‘convent’, ‘nursery’ and ‘slavery’ areas, I stopped at one alcove labeled ‘Farm/Ranch’. There I had spotted some plastic cups with hoses attached to the center of each, the other end of the hoses going to some sort of machine. 
	“Oh, those are for one of our guests who wanted to be a cow girl.”
	“Wouldn’t a dude ranch have been more appropriate?”
	“Not really, actually what she wanted was to be the cow. This was the milking machine that was used on her, and it can be an arousing experience. To make it even more realistic, the Doctor induced lactation. Of course this required several weeks to set it up, and afterward stopping the milk flow. Just between us, I think she was disappointed that the milking could not have been done by the old fashioned manual method.”
	Continuing on around past the ‘office’, ‘school’, and ‘police/jail/prison’, we came to the ‘Medieval/Inquisition’ section. Inside were many pieces of appropriate furniture, including various stocks, pillories, racks, etc. Smaller items included an amazing variety of wood and metal restraints as well as chastity belts. 
	Taking me over to a workbench, Sara showed me a platform with a seven shaped wall on it. The upper section of the wall having a padded oval hole in it at head level. “This is an unusual restraint we designed for one guest and occasionally found to be quite useful for other purposes. It holds the person in place with most of the body ‘free’.”
	“You see that hole in the wall? Put your face in there and it holds your mouth shut as long as it’s kept there. The second part of the restraint is this gag.”
	Sara then showed me an all too familiar pear shaped device with some unusual attachments. From the back of the gag, protruded two thin bars protruding out to either side. These in turn were connected to a wishbone shaped piece. The other end of the wishbone shaped piece being a small round threaded metal bar.
	“This gag has to be personally fitted for each patient. When inserted, the two small bars that stick out of the back of the gag protrude out of the jaw in the gap between the hinge of the jaw and where the teeth start. The outer ring the pins are connected to fits inside the mouth between the teeth and the lips, with only the threaded rod sticking outside at the center of the mouth.”
	“This works by inserting the gag, then placing the face in the hole in the wall. On the other side of the wall is a recessed brace with a hole in it through which the threaded bar on the gag is inserted. A wing nut is then screwed on to the threaded bar and tightened down till the face cannot be withdrawn. So the patient is held in place by a gag that cannot be removed without opening the mouth, and the shape of the hole keeps the mouth shut. In addition, the width and height of the wall is such that the arms cannot reach around and get at the brace or wing nut.”
	“The last time we used this restraint, was when we had a guest who wanted to dress up as a street walker, but could not get up the nerve to do it. Even so, it was a struggle until we finished the job, but when it was done he looked gorgeous.”
	“He?”
	“Yes, we had it set up so he had to cross back from here through most of the public areas to his suite before he could change back. However getting back to this piece of equipment, we have it back here for a redesign, it turns out that there is one flaw in the design. A guest who had a full set up upper and lower dentures, was able to free himself after he worked his plates out.”

Chapter 7 - Final Hours

	“This completes our tour.” Sara explained as we left the workshop. “The idea is to give you a better feel of what we have available when you examine our ‘menu’ of services.” Then, before I could protest, prepared me for the trip back to my room. Once more wearing the transport jacket over the strait jacket, and the helmet pulled over my head, the gag again in my mouth, they walked me back from the hospital back to my room.
	When we finally got back, the hood, transport jacket and hobble were removed, and I was able to ask Helen “Was all that stuff really necessary, particularly the gag?”
	“We strive for realism in these sessions. It could have been more severe; you could have gotten the Hannibal Lecter treatment. We would have had you strapped immobile to a specially prepared hand truck and transported that way.”
	“In the mean time, why don't you just sit back and relax. There are several classics coming up on the cable that you should find interesting.”
	“Such as?” I asked cautiously.
	“There’s Joan Crawford in the ‘64 classic ‘Strait-Jacket’...”
	“And I suppose you also have ‘The Snake Pit’ and ‘One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest’ too?”
	“Of course, and ‘Mad TV’ as well.”
	“Actually after my time in the soft room, I am feeling a bit sticky and could use a bath - or at least a shower.”
	“Well, we can’t release you to do that until after your session is over, so you’ll just have to wait”
	“You mean after all the effort put into designing and making this jacket, it’s not wash and wear?” I commented innocently.
	Sara and Helen exchanged looks, mostly disgusted with some suppressed laughter. “Watch it... we’re the ones that are supposed to be making the bad jokes here, not you.”
	Feeling tired, I leaned back to relax. Looking around I noticed the clock and realized much more time had passed than I realized. Between my time in the padded room, and the tour, it was all ready well into the evening. Indicating to Sara that considering the hour, that it was as good a time as any to get to bed. 
	With that, Sara and Helen escorted me to the bedroom and helped me get into bed. I must have been more tired than I realized because as soon as my head hit the pillow, I went out like a light.
	
Chapter 8 – Release and Recovery

	“wakee wakee” a voice said as something shook me. Looking up, I saw Sara leaning over me. “Time for you to get up and break out of your chrysalis and become a butterfly again.”
	Looking around I saw the other person in the room was not Sara’s assistant, but a good-looking hunk that, under other conditions, I could take an interest in but not right now.
	“Frank is here to help me get you out of the jacket.”
	“Why, it’s not like I am about to fight getting out?”
	“Actually he is an expert masseur. You do not realize it at the moment just how stiff you are. He will work out all the aches and pains and get your arms back to their full range of motion. And keep your ideas to yourself, he is spoken for…” Sara said with a possessive tone to her voice.

Getting to work, they un-strapped the jacket and as gently as they could, removed it. By massaging my joints with his hands and a massager as they freed my arms and slowly pulled off the jacket, there were only a few moments of aches and pain. Once free though,  I was still so stiff that I could barely move them but after the better part of an hour under Frank’s firm but tender touch, I had the use of my arms back.
	Frank finally broke his silence to tell me “ Every should be working now, though you will have some residual stiffness for a couple of hours. Now I recommend a nice long session in the Jacuzzi.” Well, it certainly helped after my first session, so I did.
	The time I spent in that jacket, even while sleeping, took more out of me than I realized because the next thing I remember is that I woke up several hours later.  I can see why the institutions like to use a strait jacket on their unruly patients, even after being released, they were too tired to make trouble.
	
	It took a couple of days of typical health spa activity to completely unwind from the excitement of the “therapy sessions”, just barely enough to recover before going home. I decided not to try the whole body exfoliation and moisturizing  treatment as being imbedded in a block of paraffin, even as a beauty aid, did not appeal to me. Now if it had been Jell-O™ ……

	My bags are packed, and the limousine is waiting. In my purse next to the photo album, is a copy of their brochure outlining the ‘special services’ available for my next ‘vacation’ here.