It's obvious that my interest in being rendered totally and completely
immobilized in bondage is partly brought about by my fear of the very same
thing happening to me. For as long as I can recall I have fantasized about the
possibility of being abducted and subjected to a slow and total immobilization
of my entire body. This resulting physical restraint being that which would
certainly unleash the mental inhibitions that have kept me from experiencing
who I really am. Occupying a highly stressful job in the medical profession and
making life and death decisions is the part of me that is available for
everyone to see on a day to day basis. Underneath it all however is the part of
me that yearns for someone else to strip that very control from me in as
forceful and dominating a way possible. To be rendered as helpless as those I
treat, even if for only a short time would be the most intense and blissful
experience I can imagine. How I yearn for an opportunity to be dominated to the
point of complete immobility. To be physically restrained in order to
experience the feeling of helplessness that is so foreign to me. Always
controlling and yet never controlled is the emotion I deal with daily. I am
very good at what I do both professionally and personally but something deep
inside of me constantly begs for me to change roles if only just once in my
life. To think that I may grow old and never have the opportunity for this
experience frightens me beyond words. To actually plan and orchestrate as an
elaborate a scene as I desire seems still to be impossibility. Only through my
imagination have I ever tasted the essence of my desire.
It was this statement that I sent via E-mail to a professional Dominatrix after
first reading of her interests and capabilities while visiting her web page on
the Internet one evening. The photo's of her sessions were of submissive that
were enclosed totally in the most symmetrical and complete mummification that I
had ever observed before. Intricately wrapped from head to toe with bandages
and medical adhesive tape until each and every exposed part of their bodies
were concealed and immobilized leaving them helpless and incapable of escape.
How I wondered did this person relent to such immobilization without the
inherent fears associated with helplessness. Were they really at all like
myself or did they somehow openly cherish the end result and therefore submit
totally to their mistress while she so intricately immobilized them one layer
after another? Just the act of sending my letter left me with a deep concern
over the possibility that she may offer to allow me to join her for a session
to explore my interest further. Could I really submit this totally I wondered?
Without the apprehension that I now feel welling from deep within me? Maybe I
will never really need to answer this question I thought to myself, maybe I
will just grow old wondering.
Now a week gone by and not so much as a note has appeared on my E-mail. New
thoughts abound however none of them can prepare me for what is to come. I
awake one morning to a message concerning my inquiry. Dearest Immobile the
message begins. I have read your letter with the utmost care and can see that
you too share in an interest that is held by many but experienced by only a
select few. Your thoughts of submission must surely be something that you
should pursue. I know the torment that you are experiencing as I have seen it
before in many such persons. It would be my pleasure to discuss your interests
further so that we may plan for a future session to explore the depths of your
imagination and begin to fulfill your desires of submitting to someone such as
myself. If you are serious about further exploration I may be contacted between
the hours of 6 am and 11 PM on any day of the week except Sunday. Lets just say
that the ball is in your court. No need to worry any longer about your fear of
growing old without the opportunity, Your opportunity is just a phone call
away.
As I sat back in my chair my hand instinctively reached for the phone.
Trembling I dialed the number that was left at the end of the message. Hello I
said as the phone was answered, I am calling in reference to a message I
received just now in my E-mail. My name is Bill but you know me as Immobile
from the way I signed my letter. I was wondering what I must do to begin
exploring my interest in submission? Very little the voice answered back in a
kind tone. You need only to answer a few questions by phone and agree to a
meeting in public so that we may discuss your interests further. If we both
feel comfortable with one another a session can then be scheduled. I must
remind you that there is no guarantee that it will proceed to the next level.
It will depend upon your honesty and sincerity as well as the way you answer
the questions I must ask. Would you like a little more time to think things
over before you proceed she asked? I really don't know I replied it's kind of
scary for me. That's understandable she said. I just need to ask you a few
questions by phone and if you are then willing to proceed, we can set up a time
to meet in a public place to discuss and detail your interests further. As I
said earlier, if we both feel comfortable I will make an appointment with you
for a date in the future and we will begin to explore your interests further.
Her questions were simple and to the point. Everything from my past experiences
with any similar fetish to my work history was discussed in detail. Never was
there any mention of any fee for services rendered or materials needed etc.
After about 15 minutes I was asked to estimate a date and time that may be
convenient for me should they decide to take my interest to the next level. I
have a two-week vacation scheduled on the 16th of this month I said, or is that
too soon? That's only a week from now she said, but maybe we could at least
find time for our first meeting during that time. Are you planning on leaving
town for your vacation she asked? I plan on doing a little sight seeing during
the second week but other than that I just plan on relaxing around the house I
said. Well I will be in contact with you within the next few days then she
said. Unless you have any further questions for me I will have to let you go
because I have clients waiting on another line. I thanked her for her time
before hanging up the phone and sat back in my chair to reflect on the day's
events.
On Thursday the 15th while getting ready to leave work and having all but given
up on a return call, I stopped to check my E-mail one last time. To my surprise
I had a message waiting which read, Please accept this message as step two. If
you are still interested in proceeding you may call me for more information.
Just ask for Heather when you call.
My colleagues and I are interested in experimenting with you and I would like
it if you could meet with me tomorrow morning. I will be at the corner tavern
at 7:30 am for breakfast and will leave a message at the counter that you will
be meeting me there if you think you can make it. Their omelets are the best in
town she said and the atmosphere isn't that bad either.
I arrived promptly at 7:30 as instructed and went directly to the waitress
station. The bar was almost empty this time of day and I wondered why anyone
would be eating breakfast in a bar in the first place. You must be Bill the
waitress replied as I approached. Heather is expecting you, please follow me
and I'll take you to her table. We walked to the rear of the bar and there for
the first time I met Heather. So you must be Bill she said with a smile, right
on time too. I took the liberty of ordering for the two of us, I hope that you
don't mind? After some small talk our meal arrived complete with the most
enormous omelet I had ever seen and a large glass of freshly squeezed orange
juice. Heather held her glass up and offered a toast to the upcoming
realization of my dream. She explained to me that after consulting her partners
that they felt excited about the opportunity to attempt to satisfy my interests
to the fullest and would utilize the story I had sent them as a guide. Would
you be able to take a couple days off work she asked me so that they might
learn a little more about what types of equipment may be involved? Certainly I
could arrange something I told her.
We had been talking for about 20 minutes when I noticed a strange feeling come
over me. I suddenly felt as though my eyes were out of focus. I began feeling
dizzy and somewhat confused as well as a little sick to my stomach. Heather
looked at me in a concerned fashion and asked if I was feeling ill because she
said my face appeared to be losing it's color. I think I need to lie down I
told her as I dipped my napkin in my water and pressed it to the back of my
neck. I don't understand it I said but suddenly I am feeling kind of ill.
Heather summoned the waitress to our table and said my guest isn't feeling very
well, do you think that we should call an ambulance. With a shocked look on her
face the waitress immediately agreed with her and went across the room to a
phone. How embarrassing I thought to my self as I sat there swaying in the
chair. I called an ambulance for you sir the waitress said when she returned.
The station is just down the street and they should be here in just a few
minutes. Is there someone I can call for you like your employer and let them
know that you will be late or something Heather asked? No I replied that's ok.
I am on vacation for two weeks starting yesterday and wouldn't you know it I'd
end up sick for the first part of it. In a few minutes an ambulance crew
arrived and began asking me about a hundred questions trying to find out what
was going on with me. My whole life story was told right there in front of
everyone in the place. It looks like to me that you are suffering from a flu
bug the medic told me. We can take you downtown to the hospital and have them
check you out they said because it doesn't appear that you are in any condition
to drive yourself to the hospital. I agreed and then apologized to Heather as
they loaded me on their stretcher and headed for the door. That's ok she said
with a smile, We'll be in touch soon enough. You just concentrate on getting
better in the mean time.
Once in the ambulance the medic started an IV in the back of my left hand
before calling on the radio to the hospital for orders. The doctor on the other
end of the radio instructed the medic to give me some medicine to stop my
nausea. I immediately recognized the drug and the dose and felt that I was in
good hands. He drew up the drug and began injecting it slowly into the IV just
before we began to drive away. By the way he said as he was pushing the plunger
on the syringe, Your not allergic to Versed are you? No I answered, but why do
you ask? I said feeling a little puzzled. Just then the rear doors opened up
and in stepped Heather and the waitress from the bar. Heather just wanted to
make sure that we weren't going to have any complications with the medications
we're using for your abduction. At this point I remember that he pushed rapidly
on the syringe and opened the IV wide open at the clamp before squeezing the
bag firmly between both hands. My immediate shock was quickly met with the most
profound disorientation, which caused me to struggle just to keep my eyes open.
I knew that Versed was a powerful sedative, which is used to sedate patients
before painful procedures, and it works very quickly when given in an IV. It
only took another few seconds before I must have succumbed to the drug's
effects and faded off to sleep.
I awoke some time later feeling intense pressure pulling at my neck hips and
both arms. It was as if something was trying to stretch me from every direction
at the same time. Still feeling drowsy I gazed around the room that I was now
in. It was cold in the room and the surface I was laying on felt like cold
steel as well. Above me was a large round light with several high intensity
bulbs shining directly on my chest. The warmth from the lights felt good to me
but my surroundings were still very cold. I quickly found that I could not move
my head in any direction and that my mouth was taped tightly closed so that I
could not speak. I could hear someone talking in a low tone at the head of the
table but just outside of my view. Just then, approaching from the foot of the
bed I saw the figure of a person dressed entirely in surgical apparel. Stopping
next to me they then peered down at me as I lay squinting at the bright lights
above me. Though wearing a surgical scrub cap, surgical facemask and goggles
covering her eyes I could see that the person above me was in fact Heather. Her
eyes squinted as she smiled at me and leaned even closer. I hope that this is
similar to what you had in mind she said, as another similarly dressed female
approached from above my head. This is Patti and she has yet another surprise
for you. Patti reached down and gently removed the tape from my mouth and asked
me how I was feeling so far. In a somewhat hoarse tone I informed her that my
neck was very stiff and painful but other than that I was just wondering how
they had arranged such an elaborate abduction fantasy?
To be continued…………
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