Canadian Mike
10-19-2003, 7:18 PM
Story "Smother Therapy" p. 1
This must be the place, I thought, pulling up in front of a small building. The sign on the door was not garish, but quietly proclaimed "Therapy Center, Patient Entrance". I took another look at the flyer in my hand. "Smother Therapy" it read. "Are you having trouble relaxing? High pressure job got you down? Try a session with one of our registered 'smother therapists'. We'll take your worries away. Reasonable rates, as low as $20 for a five minute session. Longer sessions available. Licensed EMT on site." Yep, this was the place.
Stepping inside, I was surprised at the number of people waiting. Their ages ranged from youngsters barely in their twenties to mature business men in their fourties and fifties. I walked up to the check in counter and was greeted by a pretty young woman.
"Welcome to the smother center," she said. "Is this your first time?" I nodded, and she handed me a clipboard with some papers to fill out. "Take these and have a seat," she said. "When you finish, bring them back to me." I took the forms and made my way to a chair.
I gave the forms a quick once-over. They looked like fairly typical forms you would fill out at any doctor's office. Medical history, any allergies, name, address, and similar. The last page was different, though. It was for information about how I wanted to be smothered.
I looked over the sheet. There were more options than I had thought. The very first question was did I prefer a male or female therapist? That was an easy one, female, definitely. The next question asked if I wanted to be restrained or not. I checked "yes". The third question asked what length of session I wanted. Five minutes for twenty bucks. Fifteen for fifty. Thirty minutes was seventy-five dollars, and I could get an hour for $120. I checked the box for a fifteen minute session.
The next section was for how I wanted to be smothered. I saw that there were additional fees for different methods. Simple "hand over mouth" didn't cost any extra, but if I wanted to be breast smothered, it was going to cost me an extra twenty. Backwards face sitting was an extra thirty, and forewards face sitting was an extra fourty. There was also a check box for nudity, which carried an extra charge of $75. Some text explained that if you wanted multiple types, you were to check off any as desired, but you only had to pay the fee for the most expensive (the fees were not cumulative). The exception was the nudity fee, which was required if any nudity was involved. I checked off hand over mouth, breast, and reverse face sitting, but did not mark the nudity box.
I returned the clipboard and forms to the young gal at the counter, paid my $80, and was given a plastic card with a number on it. "They'll call out the last two digits when theyre ready for you." I returned to my seat, heart pounding as I wondered what I was getting myself into.
I'd been waiting no more than five minutes when my number was called. I jumped out of my seat and looked around, then noticed a friendly looking middle aged woman in a nurses uniform beconing from a door near the counter. My heart fell as I had been expecting a shapely young thing, but I resolved to make the best of it and moved towards her. She invited me in to a small room, where she proceeded to give me a brief physical exam. She checked my pulse, blood pressure, listened to my lungs and heart, and pronounced me fit and ready to go. She then told me that they would call me shortly, and returned me to the waiting room.
This must be the place, I thought, pulling up in front of a small building. The sign on the door was not garish, but quietly proclaimed "Therapy Center, Patient Entrance". I took another look at the flyer in my hand. "Smother Therapy" it read. "Are you having trouble relaxing? High pressure job got you down? Try a session with one of our registered 'smother therapists'. We'll take your worries away. Reasonable rates, as low as $20 for a five minute session. Longer sessions available. Licensed EMT on site." Yep, this was the place.
Stepping inside, I was surprised at the number of people waiting. Their ages ranged from youngsters barely in their twenties to mature business men in their fourties and fifties. I walked up to the check in counter and was greeted by a pretty young woman.
"Welcome to the smother center," she said. "Is this your first time?" I nodded, and she handed me a clipboard with some papers to fill out. "Take these and have a seat," she said. "When you finish, bring them back to me." I took the forms and made my way to a chair.
I gave the forms a quick once-over. They looked like fairly typical forms you would fill out at any doctor's office. Medical history, any allergies, name, address, and similar. The last page was different, though. It was for information about how I wanted to be smothered.
I looked over the sheet. There were more options than I had thought. The very first question was did I prefer a male or female therapist? That was an easy one, female, definitely. The next question asked if I wanted to be restrained or not. I checked "yes". The third question asked what length of session I wanted. Five minutes for twenty bucks. Fifteen for fifty. Thirty minutes was seventy-five dollars, and I could get an hour for $120. I checked the box for a fifteen minute session.
The next section was for how I wanted to be smothered. I saw that there were additional fees for different methods. Simple "hand over mouth" didn't cost any extra, but if I wanted to be breast smothered, it was going to cost me an extra twenty. Backwards face sitting was an extra thirty, and forewards face sitting was an extra fourty. There was also a check box for nudity, which carried an extra charge of $75. Some text explained that if you wanted multiple types, you were to check off any as desired, but you only had to pay the fee for the most expensive (the fees were not cumulative). The exception was the nudity fee, which was required if any nudity was involved. I checked off hand over mouth, breast, and reverse face sitting, but did not mark the nudity box.
I returned the clipboard and forms to the young gal at the counter, paid my $80, and was given a plastic card with a number on it. "They'll call out the last two digits when theyre ready for you." I returned to my seat, heart pounding as I wondered what I was getting myself into.
I'd been waiting no more than five minutes when my number was called. I jumped out of my seat and looked around, then noticed a friendly looking middle aged woman in a nurses uniform beconing from a door near the counter. My heart fell as I had been expecting a shapely young thing, but I resolved to make the best of it and moved towards her. She invited me in to a small room, where she proceeded to give me a brief physical exam. She checked my pulse, blood pressure, listened to my lungs and heart, and pronounced me fit and ready to go. She then told me that they would call me shortly, and returned me to the waiting room.