I hope this is appropropriate, first post for me, I am quite the newby.
am a physician practicing in Southeastern USA. This my first time to use such a forum as this, with some apprehensions. So please be patient. My fantasies predate puberty over 50 years ago and have told nobody else about this in such detail. It took this long to build up the courage.
I love to be restrained, always have: indulging in fantasies and seeking out situations in which strapping down might be appropriate. A good example is requesting restraints while undergoing dental work under sedation. Many would fear this but I insist upon it. The staff usually accommodates me, securing my arms to the chair, using velcro strapping kept for occasional use on rare special patients. I donate platelets regularly at the local Red Cross. Apheresis staff have long known to strap my arms to the donor chair armrests with to protect the IV in each arm during the 2 hour procedure. When I come for my donation appointment, the phlebotomist has the Kerlix and chair all ready for me.
In my fantasies however, there are a lot more straps.
I love the way it feels to be immobilised in reclining or supine position with straps of webbing encircling my extremities, tight across hips, chest and shoulders. My fantasies have been life long, constantly evolving and changing but always variations on the same theme:
I am ushered into a treatment room of by a friendly female,someone with whom I already enjoy good rapport. Perhaps some kind of rogue health professional operating under the guise of a planned legitimate procedure, I've come for minor surgery perhaps, or some medical exam or testing..But she clearly has other plans for me.. She is glad to see me and finds me attractive. My physique is that of athlete, a runner...lean and muscular, I wear little clothing, perhaps only a sleeveless running shirt and shorts, . She invites me to sit down in a treatment chair of the kind often used by oral or plastic surgeons; very sturdy yet comfortable with a headrest, upholstered in leather and adjusting to any position. What's unusual is that this particular chair was set up with me in mind: outfitted with multiple straps made of seatbelt webbing, incredibly strong yet smooth and silky against the skin. Immediately both wrists are secured tight to the armrests as the chair reclines to supine position. I am already helpless. Flat on my back, I feel my ankles and thighs encircled by the restraints, then biceps and hips, the straps and leather seat cool against my skin. Finally, she pulls a strap over each shoulder, crosses them at my sternum, encircling my upper torso and flanks, then buckling them to the chair frame behind my hips. I can feel my back, buttocks and thighs pressing into the contoured seat and backrest by the belts tightening around my body. It feels wonderful, even calming. All straps are cinched down impossibly tight, indeed almost painfully and I am loving it The tension is unbearable! I cannot move anything, what will happen next? Somehow I realize ecstasy, not pain, is the objective of this aggressive quasi-professional and I trust her. The feeling of complete immobilization and helplessness is unbelievable... she now has me and can do with me as she wishes. I will lay there supine, strapped, until only she decides to release me. I feel a tourniquet pulled tightly around the bicep of a well-muscled arm while she studies my bulging veins, considering where to insert a large bore IV catheter...
Who else experiences things like this? For years I believed I was the only one.