Made it to Chapter 2, and I feel elated!  They say doing something 7 times makes it a habit.  Here's hoping I can make this a habit (fingers and ankles crossed)!

Quick bit of housecleaning before I get into the meat of this.  I don't have a firm plan for this piece.  I'm totally making it up as I go.  I'm not telling a linear story.  I'm jumping around throughout my experiences however they pop into my little head.  Basically, I'm just sitting down to write and whatever comes out is what comes out.  The one and only rule I'm sticking to is my 99% real rule.  HOWEVER....part of my journey included fantasizing about this and  that, and I really think I need to include bits of those here and there.  So, full disclosure, I AM going to occasionally include total fantasy scenes that DID NOT HAPPEN.  When I do, I'll be sure to let y'all know.  'K?  K.

So back in 2009, I was a student athlete at a college here in Kentucky.  Did I mention before that I love Kentucky?  If not, I do.  And I'll probably repeat that a lot.  Anyway, I was a cheerleader.  The thing about cheerleading is that it has the #1 highest incident of injury of any other sport in America.  We're talking sprains, strains, pulls, tears, breaks, etc.  Look, we're doing what gymnasts and acrobats do, without the mats.  So, stuff is going to happen.

Moving along, I was still really inexperienced at this point when it comes to bondage.  Really, I was just inexperienced, PERIOD.  I had not been all that sexually active in high school. NO, not sharing details there.  Well, not yet at least.  I'd been putting myself in really simple bondage for fun, but not so much to masturbate.  In fact, I "accidentally" discovered masturbating one time when I used a crotch rope.  I should really write about that....but later.  Point is, I knew I was into bondage and submissiveness and peril, but I didn't really know how, why or what to do about any of it.

So our college cheer team had a trainer.  His name, for purposes of this piece, will be Mark.  Mark was a grad student, so a little older.  He was studying physical therapy and part of his degree was to help us with training, injury rehab and keeping our gatorade cooler full at games.  Mark was at every practice but basically just came out to tape up ankles or wrists for those of us that needed it and then he went back to a corner and studied.  Nice guy.  Smiled a lot.  Didn't talk much.  Kind of forgot he was there a lot of the time.  And THAT comment is going to sound bitchy of me, and I could go back and erase it, but I won't do that.  We appreciated Mark and we said Hi to Mark, but we were there to do our jobs and and he was part of the team but a different part so there was a separation of sorts.

So this one time at practice I was coming down from a stunt and I landed on this guys foot and rolled my ankle.  In fact, it was a pretty bad high ankle sprain.  It was so bad that it didn't hurt.  I got X-rays and the doctor said a break would have been better.  Great bedside manner Doc.  Thanks...  So after getting it aircasted and being issued some fancy crutches, I was dismissed into the care of Mark for a lengthy rehab.  We were talking about 6 -8 weeks.

Due to both our schedules, the best time for me to meet Mark at the training room was after my late class which was at 7:00 PM.  The training room was more like a high-end gym.  Picture room and room of top of the line weights, cable machines, crossfit equipment, etc.  Down the hall were the football locker rooms that are nicer than a spa at a Vegas casino.  Then there were the training rooms with endless ice baths, wirlpools, rehabilitation machines, taping stations, and on and on.

For my little ankle injury (I mean my extremely serious high ankle sprain), my rehab started off with 20 minutes in the ice bath, followed by 20 minutes of range of motion exercises using a stretch band, and finally 20 minutes using the the TENS Unit.  I don't know what T-E-N-S stands for, but what the machine is, is a machine with little pads attached to electric wires that zap electricity into your body.  The electricity stimulates the muscles so that they flex.  It increases strength and speeds recovery from injuries.  The machine had 10 intensity settings.  The first setting felt like little pins and needles.  I loved the pins and needles.  It was like an "edgy" tickle treatment.  One 5, whatever muscle that was hooked up was going to contract in a slow, controlled manner.  Contract hard and strong, but under control.  I tried resisting just to see if I could, I couldn't.  It wasn't uncomfortable, per se, but it was a strange feeling to have something else making your body do "stuff."  At a 10, your muscles contract "violently."  I don't know what kind of treatment a person would need to where a 10 would make sense.  But the setting is there.  Mark would probably know.

So over the course of my daily sessions with Mark and his tools of the trade, we chatted and got friendly.  Maybe flirty sometimes.  Mark wasn't shy in the training room like he was in the practice room.  He used to tease me.  For instance, my first time in the ice bath, he put this little "cozy" over my toes and told me it was to keep them from freezing off.  I was so worried it would slip off and I'd lose my toes.  One time, after a couple of weeks, it did slip off.  I screamed and fell backward onto the ground grabbing my freezing cold foot that I couldn't even feel and Mark came running.  Once he saw I wasn't hurt he was laughing his ass off.  He made up the part about freezing toes just to mess with me.  Fucking Mark!

During the TENS until sessions, Mark had me lay on a training table reclined back half way so I was comfy.  He usually set me at a 2.  One time he asked me if I wanted to try a higher setting.  "Sure, lets do that."  I mean, I was in a hurry to getting back.  He turned it up to a 3.  The tingling felt more like stronger waves than controlled pulses.  My foot was forced to flex and relax and twitch.  Very strange feeling.  "Do you want to know what a 5 feels like?"  Mark asked.  He didn't look up from my ankle.  His eyes were down on my ankle, even though there was nothing to look at.  Just my bare ankle.  "Sure," I said again.  Not sure why, but that gave me some butterflies.

"Just one thing," Mark said, "an ankle has too much bone to muscle for you to really get much from a higher setting.  How about we attach it to a larger muscle like your shoulder so you can see how it feels."

In my logical brain I was asked why I'd want to know what a 5 feels like if my injured ankle wouldn't actually benefit from a 5, but my emerging bondage/sub brain pushed that down so the answer that came out was, "Yes, Sir."  Typing that "moved" me just now.  Mmmmmm.

Mark attached 2 new pads to my shoulder.  "Ready?"  I nodded.  My arm raised halfway above my head, bent like a chicken wing, without me ever trying to move a muscle.  I felt warmth deep in the tissue.  My shoulder was flexing harder than I could remember flexing.  And it was rolling and pulsing.  It was not comfortable and definitely disconcerting.  In no way was I prepared for that.  And it was just a 5!  Mark turned off the machine.

"Lost a little control there, right Tina?"  No shit I lost control.  "Want to try again?"

"I don't think I can.  I might pop your in the mouth or something when my arm goes flying up."

"That's no problem."  And without asking permission, Mark took this big compression bandage and started wrapping my arm down the the armrest.  He started at my wrist.  He covered my forearm.  He worked up my bicep.  He finally went around my shoulder and upper chest and the backrest I was laying on.  I was feeling breathless.  Mark was strapping me down to the training table.  And just to play with the TENS.  It felt unreal.  I felt like telling him to stop, and he went about the task slowly, intentionally, giving me lots of time to tell him to stop.  But I didn't.  I couldn't.  This was the first time I was ever tied up by someone else.  And it wasn't a "bondage session."  But I was definitely restrained.  And it was definitely extracurricular.  And I definitely think Mark and I were aware that the other party knew what was going on.

Now seems like a good time for me to stop that story and dive into a fantasy.  Here's where my dirty little mind went, and where it spent a lot of time for the rest of college....

I laid there with my eyes closed because the reality of what was going on seemed inappropriate and if I was watching, I was afraid I'd say to stop.  And I desperately wanted it to continue.  My upper body was held down firmly, as was my right arm.  Then I felt another bandage on my left ankle.  The injured ankle.  Mark was strapping that ankle down to the table.  Sensing that I was about to ask, Mark interjected, "I don't want you to yank your leg or you might pull out the wires and we'll have to start over.  And you need to get back to your dorm and study, don't you?"

I didn't say anything.  I didn't protest, and Mark continued.  "Here comes the 5.  Are you ready Tina?"  I nodded.  That wasn't what I'd just felt a moment ago!  Electricity jolted through my arm and through my entire torso.  My head pushed back into the head rest and my back arched.  My free leg bent and I used that foot to push my ass up off of the table but my other leg being strapped down kept me most of the way in place.  Then the current ended.

"I think that was a 7, Tina."  He was on my left side  now, and leaning in close to me.  "Here, you'll want this."  Mark held out a short length of rubber tubing.  I was confused.  "Bite this."  I opened my mouth to ask what he meant and instead of waiting, "Mark just pushed the rubber tubing between my teeth and turned the dial on the TENS machine back on, only on an even higher setting.  I clenched hard on the rubber and was, in fact, glad to have it.  The shock was so intense.  It pulsed through my fingers and toes.  I moaned and writhed on the table, barely aware that Mark was now wrapping my left arm down to the armrest.  Not that I could have mounted any resistance if I still had my wits about me (which I decidedly did NOT have).

Mark moved around to my right leg.  "I've been waiting for you, Tina," Mark said as he started wrapping my last free appendage down to the sturdy table.  "Well, not for you specifically, but for a person of your qualities," Mark explained.  Mark pulled the TENS unit tabs off of my ankle and carefully put them back in their bin.  The other TENS unit continued sending charges through my little body from the shoulder down.  Every muscle was flexing and convulsing over and over.  "You're going to be pretty tired once that stops, Tina."  Mark now had a long spool of training stretch band.  Mark held me down flat on the table and tightly wrapped the flex band around me, pinning my body down to the table just like he had done with my arms and legs.  I tried to spit the tubes out of my mouth so I could cry out but I couldn't relax any muscle, including my jaw, so release it's hold.

Completely mummified down onto the table, Mark started gathering my things; my backpack, my hoodie, my shoes, my purse, and he put them into a plastic bag.  "We'll take these down with us, Tina."  I was a quivering mess now.  My muscles were flexing uncontrollably but with not strength behind the efforts.

"I think we're done with this now," Mark turned off the machine.  My body went limp.  I was as limp as I've ever been or ever could be.  Mark removed the tubes from my mouth and replaced them with my socks.  I couldn't resist or even really react.  I began sealing my lips around my socks with athletic tape.  "This stuff isn't the most adhesive.  I have some better tape, and other things, down in my space."

Then my stomach sank as I felt Mark kick free the releases on the wheels of the table.  He began pushing my straight into the service elevator that I somehow never noticed was right there in front of this very training table.  The table I've been using for weeks.  Strang the things you don't notice until you realize they matter.

I felt some of my strength and cognition returning.  "MMpghffff??!!"

"I love you strong you are Tina." Mark said.  "That's what I need.  Your strength.  I want to use that to conduct my research for my disertation.  It's going to be on Human Limits and Going Beyond them."  Those ominous words sunk in just as I sunk down into the padded table.  The elevator doors closed behind us.  The elevator descended, past the basement, beyond the sub-basement and onto the utilities floor that I never wondered about or cared about until right that moment.  (This fantasy will be continued....)