Postby Janbound » Sun Mar 16, 2014 3:49 am
"The normal regeime mum?"
Dr Janet Petersen, director of the specialist clinic, turned to look at her daughter and assistant Angela. "No. she has been responding to treatment. We'll ease back a little. 3 hours with 15 minute break, 4 hours then 30 mnutes for food and then a final 3 hours. Then back tot the cell for rest."
Angela turned and went off with Dawn, the nursing assistant, to preapre Petra's treatment.
Petra heard the door to her cell open. Agela and Dawn had removed their shoes, angela barefoot dawn in her white uniform tights, so there was little noise as they entered the cell. petra was aware of their coming closer from the crushing noise of the cusions on the cell floor and as they approched her from the weight tipping her slightly. she was lifted to her feet and helped to hop to the door and the corridor outside. At first Petra had fought this but over her time here she had come to accept it as part of her life, as normal as going to the supermarket or even brushing her hair used to be to her. Still Dawn and Angela did not take chances. She was put into the wheel chair as Dawn fastenes 3" wide straps accross her upper arms and tummy and Angela fastened her ankle straps to a clip under the chair keeping her feet tucked underneath her and clear of the floor. She began her journey to the treatment room.
After her crothch rope had been releaed temporarily, her pants removed to allow her to use the toilet and then repalced with clean ones Patrea was moved to the treatment table. she was laid flat on a comfortable memory foam padded surface. 2" wide furlined leather straps were then buckled over her chest above and below her breasts, accross her tummy, her hips, thighs, knees and finally her ankle cuffs were fastened to a catch at the bottom of the couch leaving her bare feet overhanging. A 1 " wide strap was fastened over her forehead pinning her head into the foam couch too.
Anglea moved the treatment machin einto place. two oval pads each with about 30 small bristly brushes like an electric tooh brush were pressed against petras feet. the brushes were spring and swivel mounted so they made contact with all parts of petra's feet, her arched, heels, even the shafts of her toes. the strap from her ankle bindings to big toes made shure her feet were held rigid and unable to curl down pushing the pas away. the machine was fixed in place and Dawn switched it on. 30 small brushes started spining back and forth on Petras exposed helpless soles. they also rotated slightly on their mountings so that more of the Surface of Petra's feet were affected, nearly every point was brushed at some time.
"OK Dawn". siad angela. You take the first shift. i'll be abck with water and pee pan in 3 hours."
Angela looked at the Calender as she stepped out of the treatment lab. Petra had been here for 2 months today.