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OLD MEDICAL RESTRAINTS (A Fictional Story) © Copyright 2011 - Angela Browning Our party was two weeks off and we planned the costume party to end all costume parties. Of course we always thought big and then cut back when we realized how much work it was going to be. The idea was to not spend too much. To get the most bang for the buck. "Here's an idea for you," said Mike as he hooked up the sound system. "You know my uncle Gerry? Well, in the old days he delivered catering supplies to what they used to call insane asylums. He collected loads of old medical restraints as the institutions modernized their treatment of patients. I wonder if he still has any." "What?" I choked. "What are we going to do with old medical restraints?" "I don't know, Angela, it's just a wild idea. Use your imagination." Mike went over to his uncle's house with some friends and a truck and came back with boxes of stuff. We were looking through the boxes as we heard the crash as the guys carried a heavy metal hospital bed into the living room. "What are we going to do with that thing?" Becky demanded. "We had to take everything," said Mike, "but look, some of these wrist and ankle straps attach to the sides of the bed." The stuff in the boxes was great. Thick leather straps that went around wrists, ankles and waists. We could only imagine how they were used. We knew we were going to come up with some fun twist to the party. We just needed time to think. We made it up between us that night. We were laughing and coming up with loads of wild ideas. Someone was going to be the crazy patient restrained to the bed. Everyone voted that it should be me. I wonder why? We made sheets for the bed that looked grubby and stained to match the worn and used look of the restraints. We attached the locking heavy leather wrist and ankle straps to the bed frame at just the right place for me. I was going to be slightly stretched out. There was a broad waist strap too that we attached to the metal sides of the bed. It lay open ready to be buckled around my waist. I was going to wear a grubby smock that barely covered me. My hair was to be frizzy and standing straight up. All I had to do was to act crazy. We were going to put another strap around my chest to give gave me a great cleavage which was going to be used to hold candy. The party goers were going to be invited to help themselves. As a madwoman I was to be restrained tightly and I knew I was going to enjoy myself. That was the plan anyway. Amy and Brian came over to the house looking excited. "Forget the madwoman in the bed! I have something even better!" "What is it? What is it?" I couldn't wait. "How could it get better?" "Look at this," Amy said triumphantly pulling out a white nurse's uniform, "and I have the cap too!" "Wow! It's so white." "Yes, it's perfect and we can starch it up too to make it stiff!" I had to think. In a second I had gone from being a crazy woman to being a nurse. This was too good. "Ok, so if I'm going to be the nurse, who is going to be in the bed?" "That's the best part, you are! The inmates have captured the Night Nurse and have strapped her to the bed. It's even better! The people in the party can be the inmates and give you a bad time!" "Oh yeah!" shouted Brian, "Angela is still going to be strapped down to the bed, YEAH!" I tried the nurse's uniform on and it was very snug. "It's a little too tight," I said. "Oh, no!" said Brian enthusiastically, "that looks stunning." I looked in the mirror and it did look great. Snug and squashy in all the right places. A size too small and a little short but that made me look leggy and really was going to give the guys a rush. Amy and I laundered the nurse's uniform and starched it. Then we ironed it and we had a crisp, blindingly white icon that I was going to wear as the Night Nurse. I had no idea what I was going to do at the party anymore but I would sure have a good time. The night of the party came and the music was set up The house was decorated. The lights were low and the music intense. Food and drink were ready. We knew everyone who would be there. All good fun people. The crowd arrived and everyone was having fun. I felt as though I had a spotlight on me wherever I went because the nurse's uniform was so white. All eyes were on me. Guys were drooling. I had found a pair of white slip on shoes to match the cap. Everyone knew the game. I was playing the bossy Night Nurse and circulated and bossed the guys around. I discovered that the nurse's uniform gave me a strange power over men. No wonder guys respect and love nurses. I had no idea how to play this part but there I was thinking that I was supposed to be strapped down and having other kinds of fun. I busily circulated in my stiff costume. It was so heavily starched that it felt like a suit of armor. I felt superior and protected wearing it. The guys leered and ogled and I bossed them around like a good bossy Night Nurse should. I breathed to make my boobs rise at the right eye-popping moment. I stood close to them and made them uncomfortable. Enticing and untouchable. A big part of the tease was to pretend that I didn't notice that I was having this effect on the guys. After all, if they were going to seek revenge on the Night Nurse I was going to give them something to remember. Something to dream about. I had become a prime target for sexual release. W.C. Fields. Someone shouted "Everybody grab the nurse! Don't let her get away!" I was grabbed, wrestled and carried towards the iron hospital bed that was being wheeled to the middle of the floor. I couldn't resist. There were too many of them. Everyone was laughing and during the struggle I was getting groped. Girls were helping too. I had been too bossy for my own good. The locking leather wrist and ankle cuffs went on and I was stretched to the corners of the bed. I was struggling as a good victim should. The broad belt went around my waist and was buckled firmly. My shoes had come off in the struggle but I still was wearing the cap. The inmates were running the asylum and it was payback time. The stiff white nurse's uniform felt restrictive when I struggled and drove the guys wild. I could see them eyeing me and I gave them the show they needed. I realized the dress was shorter than I had thought. I was close to giving more of a show than I wanted. What could I do? The show must go on. I was being ravaged by the savages. I had gone from being a shining provocative goddess to a helpless prisoner at the mercy of a wild and unpredictable mob. We were having so much fun. More friends arrived and crowded around the bed to see what was happening. Then the music stopped. "The cops are here about the noise!" someone shouted. "They want to know who is responsible!" shouted another. "Here she is!" shouted my friend standing next to the bed, "Bring them in to see her!" I closed my eyes and shuddered. "What kind of mess am I getting into now?" I wondered. I opened my eyes when I heard more laughter. Two of my friends were there in silly policeman's hats. "Arrest her! Arrest her!" everyone shouted. Everyone laughed, the music started again and I went back to my gleaming crisp white struggles. Angela Browning (You can send story suggestions, fiction and artwork to FictionandArtwork @ gmail.com)
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