We arrived at hospital – I believe they took me in the back way to spare my blushes, but this was short-lived, as – just like the ambulance crew – every member of staff found the sight of me hilarious. More photos. The head doctor (formerly a surgeon, which turned out to be a bloody good thing) took one look at me & said, “You really shouldn’t try this at home”. He then left me to continue soaking my face (in a dish you piss into, brilliantly) whilst he dealt with the genuinely ill. He kept popping in to see if it was coming off. It wasn’t. He sounded more & more worried, every time he came to see me.
“There, I think you will present the right picture to my clients. As there is no ankle Hobble Chain you should be able to cope with the stairs easily, but you are well encased in Rubber and your Bondage is as usual very secure and escapeproof, unless you happen to have a hacksaw hidden somewhere,” and She gave a little laugh as if to emphasise the futility of trying to escape. “Before you go down I’ll give you the extra Rubber Smocks, and a couple of Collars and Leads. You will make sure there are four Rubber Smocks in each room and when they have been used take them out of the room, fold them up and leave them in the lounge on the table, so there are only clean ones for the new client to put on. Right off you go and wait downstairs for the door bell.”