Jan’s First Aid Training Demonstration (F/F)

[Janbound]

Inversion just seen the name @MedicAndrea and thought of this little scenario


The office break room was abnormally quiet that Tuesday afternoon, the hum of the refrigerator the only sound to break the silence. Jan, a 36-year-old blonde with a penchant for unbelievably high heeled shoes, seamed stockings and a curvy figure, sat at her usual table, sipping on a lukewarm cup of coffee. Her mind was racing with deadlines and the stack of unanswered emails that awaited her. The mundane rhythm of the office was occasionally pierced by the distant ring of a phone or the murmur of colleagues discussing their weekends.

Across the room, a flier caught Jan's eye. It advertised an upcoming first aid training session, mandatory for all employees. Jan sighed, knowing she would have to sacrifice another day to corporate compliance. She took a closer look, noticing the session would cover everything from CPR to splinting and bandages. The thought of learning something new in such a hands-on environment sparked a glimmer of interest in her otherwise dreary day.

As the training day approached, Jan found herself feeling unusually anxious. She had never been particularly comfortable with the idea of physical vulnerability, especially in a professional setting. The night before, she barely slept, her mind playing out worst-case scenarios involving her clumsy coworkers and the possibility of a choking incident during the CPR demo.

Finally, the moment arrived. Jan walked into the training room, her shoes feeling heavier with each step. The room was filled with rows of chairs facing a makeshift stage, complete with a spinal board and various medical supplies. The instructor, a stern but approachable woman called Andrea, scanned the room for a volunteer. Jan felt a peculiar mix of dread and excitement as she raised her hand, the leather of her chair sticking to her palm. "I'll do it," she heard herself say, her voice echoing in the stillness.

The instructor nodded and gestured for Jan to join her. "Thank you, Jan," she said, her voice cool and professional. "We're going to demonstrate how to properly apply a splint and bandage. We'll be simulating an ankle injury, so if you could remove your shoes, please." Jan's heart thumped in her chest as she slipped off her heels, revealing her bare feet, having decided she did not want to risk he stockings being ripped today. Andrea secured Jan's leg to the splint with a series of Velcro straps, starting with her ankle and moving up to her thighs. She also demonstrated how to splint a leg injury by binding the injured leg to the good one with tape and bandages. The sensation of being bound was surprisingly comforting, like a tight embrace that she hadn't realised she needed.

Jan remained the willing volunteer when Andrea wished to demonstrate the spinal board technique. With Jan lying on her back, she began the demonstration, explaining each step as she went. Jan felt the coolness of the medical tape and canvas straps as they were applied to her skin, securing her to the board. A stiff collar was placed around her neck, and her arms were strapped down, creating a feeling of utter helplessness. Her chest tightened with each new restraint, but she found it difficult to discern whether it was fear or exhilaration that held her in its grip.

“Can you move now?l” asked Andrea. The collar was so well applied that Jan could not even open her mouth to speak. All she could do was blink her eyes, wiggle her fingers and toes.

The room was a blur of faces, all staring intently as Andrea worked. Jan focused on the sensation of Andrea’s gentle touch, the way the tape pulled at her skin, the pressure of the bandages being wrapped around her ankle. Andrea’s voice was soothing, guiding her through the process as if they were the only two people in the room. Despite the unorthodox nature of the situation, Jan felt a strange sense of intimacy, a shared experience that transcended their professional relationship.

As Andrea secured the final strap, Jan took a deep breath, feeling the tension build in her chest. The room grew warmer, the smell of antiseptic wafting through the air mixed with adrenaline. Andrea leaned in, her eyes meeting Jan's, and whispered, "You're doing great." Jan's cheeks flushed, and she felt a sudden, unexpected jolt of attraction, a thrill that seemed to electrify her entire body. This was not what she had signed up for, but as Andrea’s gaze lingered, she couldn't help but wonder if this was the most alive she had felt in a very long time.

The training session continued, Andrea moving through the various procedures with the precision of a seasoned professional. Yet, Jan couldn't shake the feeling that Andrea's eyes lingered on her a bit longer than necessary, her voice a touch softer when explaining the steps. The room's air grew thick with unspoken tension, the kind that could only be cut with a knife—or perhaps the snip of scissors to release Jan from her bonds.

The demonstration eventually ended, and Andrea began to remove the splints and bandages. Jan felt a pang of disappointment as the sensation of confinement lifted, her body returning to its usual state of freedom. Andrea offered her a hand to help her sit up, and their fingers brushed against each other's, sending a spark through Jan's arm. She couldn't ignore the sudden realization that she was deeply aroused by the experience, her pulse racing and her skin tingling.

As the rest of the class dispersed, Andrea lingered by Jan's side, her hand lingering on Jan's shoulder for a beat longer than necessary. "Would you like to stay and help me pack up?" Andrea asked, her voice low and inviting. Jan's eyes searched Andrea’s, looking for any hint of what might come next. With a nod, she agreed, her heart pounding in her chest.

[mrjones2009]

The spinal board idea would be genius for a kidnapping scenario.

[Windrunner]

"Would you like to stay and help me pack up?"

Oh I am REALLY hoping she did (and we get to hear about it!) Great story!!

[radarlove67]

Great story, I'm intrigued to see where this is going.

[Dpsiic]

Great story Jan. Hope @MedicAndrea reads it.

[Janbound]

The two women were both in their knees picking up the discarded bandages, splints etc which Andrea had used most effectively on her willing subject Jan during the day’s training. The smell of antiseptic and alcohol wipes drifting over the room. “Skirts not the best thing to wear for this.” Grinned Andrea.

“No kidding!” Jan replied, smoothing her navy skirt with a chuckle. She had never felt more exposed, yet somehow empowered by the experience of having been a human mannequin for the first aid class. The room was warm with the residual heat of the day’s activities, and the soft thuds of their movements echoed off the walls. “I always dress to impress. I only left my tights offf today because I thought they might get laddered!”

Andrea’s laugh was light and genuine, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, you certainly did that, Jan. I don’t think anyone will forget your performance as the unfortunate victim with a compound fracture anytime soon!” They shared a moment of camaraderie, two adults finding humor in a situation that had initially been quite serious. The room was a mess of medical supplies, but the chaos seemed to suit them both, a physical representation of the learning that had taken place.

As they continued to collect the equipment, Jan’s curiosity got the better of her. “So, how’d you get into this, Andrea? You’re obviously a natural at it, but it’s not your typical nine-to-five gig.”

SUMMARY^1: Jan, 36 and blonde, and Andrea, 30 with dark brown hair in a ponytail, are cleaning up after a first aid training session where Jan served as a model. Jan comments on the impracticality of her skirt, and they share a laugh about Jan's performance as a training victim with a compound fracture. Jan expresses curiosity about Andrea's background in first aid, hinting at its non-traditional nature.

Andrea paused, a rolled bandage in her hand, and took a moment to reflect. “Well, it’s a bit of a long story. I was a nurse for many years, mostly doing night shifts in hospital. The work was rewarding, but the hours...” She trailed off, a hint of exhaustion clouding her features briefly. “They can really take their toll, especially when you’re trying to balance a life outside of the ward. I found myself craving more regular hours, something that didn’t keep me from my family for days at a time.” She spoke with a calmness that belied the depth of her feelings on the matter.

“Understandable,” Jan murmured, nodding in sympathy. I can imagine you in the psychiatric wards, trussing someone up in a straight jacket.” Jan couldn’t believe she’d just said that. What was she thinking. But the thrill of having Jan “immobilise” her several times to day still made her heart beat faster.

Andrea chuckled, but Jan could see the glint that passed over her eyes. “It’s not all like that, Jan. But yeah, I saw my fair share of intense moments. I was in orthopaedics mostly. It’s why I’m so keen on splinting, spinal boards and things.”

Jan nodded, blushing slightly at her flippant remark. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to trivialize it.”

SUMMARY^1: Jan expresses curiosity about Andrea's background in first aid, which leads to the revelation that Andrea was a nurse seeking more regular hours. Jan jokingly comments on the intense moments in the psychiatric ward, which briefly causes discomfort before they move on to discuss the seriousness of orthopaedics, the field in which Andrea specialized.

Andrea waved her apology away. “Don’t worry, Jan. It’s all part of the job. But you’re right, it’s not all fun and games. There’s a serious side to it. Like the patients in traction. They’re stuck in one position for days, sometimes weeks. It’s a tough gig, keeping them comfortable, making sure they don’t get bedsores, keeping their spirits up when all they can do is watch the world go by from a hospital bed.”

The thought of being in such a vulnerable state sent a peculiar thrill through Jan. She had never thought of having a masochistic streak, but after today, the idea of being completely immobilised, of being so utterly dependent on someone else’s care, was strangely appealing. She could almost feel the tightness of the bandages around her limbs, the cold metal of the traction bars digging into her skin. The reality was likely far less romantic, but the fantasy had a strange allure.

Andrea noticed Jan’s distant look and raised an eyebrow. “You okay there?”

Jan blinked, shaking her head slightly. “Yeah, just... thinking about what you said. It’s a tough job, but it sounds like you made a real difference for those patients.”

Andrea nodded, a hint of pride in her voice. “I liked to think so. But after my son was born, I needed something that was more flexible. So, I switched to first aid training. It’s still helping people, just in a different way.” She resumed her task, picking up a crumpled piece of gauze and tossing it into the bin with surprising precision.

SUMMARY^1: Jan is intrigued by the seriousness of Andrea's nursing experience, particularly the care of patients in traction, which gives her an unexpected thrill. Sensing Jan's reaction, Andrea assures her that while it's serious work, it's also rewarding. She shares her decision to switch to first aid training for more flexible hours after her son's birth, emphasizing the importance of helping people.

SUMMARY^2: Jan and Andrea, both nurses, clean up after a first aid session where Jan modeled injuries. Jan, in a pale blue blouse and navy skirt, questions the practicality of her attire. They discuss their backgrounds in nursing, with Andrea mentioning her specialization in orthopaedics and her transition to first aid training for better work-life balance post-motherhood.

“Well,if you eve4 need a model to demonstrate…..” Jan’s face turned to a fixed grin, why had she said that?

Andrea looked at Jan, the light in her eyes grew brighter. “I might just take you up on that offer. Though I hope we never have to deal with anything too serious.” Jan felt a twinge of excitement at the thought, and a small shiver ran down her spine. I teach sessions on Saturday mornings for a charity too. It’s always a pain having to find a volunteer from the class, like you today, you never get anyone as willing as yo7, and like you today, you don’t get to practice the skills.”

They stood up, their knees popping slightly from being bent for so long. Jan felt a twinge of pain in her back, a reminder of her own mortality and the fragility of the human body. She stretched, arching her back and rolling her neck, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders.

Andrea watched her, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "You're surprisingly limber for someone who's been playing patient all day."

"Oh, I have my moments," Jan said, bending down to retrieve her shoes which had rolled under the table. As she did, her skirt rode up slightly, revealing the smooth skin of her thighs. She straightened up and felt a flash of heat in her cheeks as she caught the way Andrea's gaze lingered for a fraction of a second.

SUMMARY^1: Jan jokingly offers to be a model for future demonstrations, which intrigues Andrea. They discuss the difficulty of finding willing participants, and Jan feels a thrill at the prospect. Jan stretches, revealing her flexibility and momentarily capturing Andrea's gaze, causing Jan to blush as she notices the brief attraction.

"You'd be great at the weekend sessions," Andrea said casually, as if the moment hadn't happened. "We get a real mix of people, and having someone like you who's not afraid to get into the thick of it really helps the learning experience. Here’s my number. Text me if you want to continue your modelling career.” Both women fell about laughing and Jan bid Andrea farewell, her heels clicking as she went back to her desk.

Two weeks later, Jan, now wearing a red pullover, smart black trousers, white tights and heels arrived at the address Andrea had given her. She was met buy a middle aged lady wearing a pink polo shirt emblazoned with the logo “First Care UK.”, a pair of navy tracksuit trousers and trainers. She was directed to a classroom where Andrea was setting up, dressed the same as the olde lady.

The room was a typical community center space, with the scent of stale coffee and slightly dusty chairs that had seen better days. A whiteboard at the front was already covered in diagrams of the human body, with colored markers scattered around it like a Jackson Pollock painting. There was a large first aid kit in the centre of the room, surrounded by pads, dummies, and an assortment of bandages, splints, and the spinal board.

SUMMARY^1: Jan accepts a casual invitation to participate in weekend first aid training sessions and arrives at the specified location. She is greeted by a middle-aged woman and sees that the room is set up with typical training materials, including a first aid kit and dummies. The atmosphere is informal, with a hint of anticipation for Jan's participation.

Andrea looked up as Jan entered, her eyes lighting up with recognition. "You made it!" she called out, a hint of excitement in her voice. Jan felt a small jolt of nervousness. What had she signed up for? She had been feeling a bit adventurous when she agreed to help out, but now she wasn't so sure.

Both women hugged, rather than shake hands the Andrea looked Jan up and down. “You’d better change before the class gets here.”

Jan nodded, feeling a mix of anticipation and apprehension. She followed Andrea into a small side room that had been set aside as a makeshift changing area. There was a pile of sweatpants, shirts and oversized t-shirts, along with a couple of pairs of trainers. She quickly swapped her smart clothing for the comfortable outfit, hanging up her trousers and pullover, slipping off her heels, peeling off her tights, feeling the soft fabric of the shirt against her skin. The heels she left in the corner, slipping into a pair of trainers that were several sizes too big. They were the only ones left so she decided to join Andrea in logoed Polo shirt, blue shorts and barefoot.

SUMMARY^1: Jan arrives at the weekend session feeling uncertain but eager to help. After seeing the room and its informal setup, she changes into comfortable training clothes similar to what Andrea is wearing: a logoed polo shirt, blue shorts, and goes barefoot due to the oversized trainers provided. She is ready to assist in the class.

Andrea gave Jan a quick once-over, her gaze lingering on Jan's bare legs and feet. "You'll do just fine," she said with a knowing smile. Jan felt a shiver of excitement as she realized that she was now dressed in much less that Andrea, or to how she had been for the demonstrations at the office. The thought of being in front of a group of people in such a vulnerable state was both terrifying and exhilarating.

The class began to arrive. A dozen in total, mostly women from about 18 to 30, a couple of twenty something men running a local football club and a smattering of older women, up to about 50s doing their part for their community.

Andrea took the lead, her voice clear and confident as she introduced Jan as her new assistant. Jan felt a little awkward as she was met with curious stares, especially when she realized that she was dressed in a way that made her feel more exposed than she had intended. The shorts barely covered her ass and the polo shirt clung to her body, revealing the outline of her breasts.

SUMMARY^1: Jan begins to feel more exposed in her new training attire as the class arrives, which includes young women and men from the local football club. Despite her initial apprehension, she is introduced as the new assistant by the confident Andrea, who seems unfazed by Jan's attire.

SUMMARY^2: Jan, after changing into a polo shirt and shorts, attends a weekend first aid training session. She's nervous but excited to assist, particularly when she sees the diverse group of participants from the local football club. The atmosphere is casual, and Jan feels self-conscious about her outfit.

The first session was basic life saving and used the dummies to practice kiss of life and chest compressions. Jan mainly just helped out cleaning the dolls’ mouths after each participant had practiced, but she also “played dead”, lying motionless m pretending to be unconscious as Andrea and several students practiced rolling her into the recovery position. She noticed several glances from the class, particularly the two football coaches, who seemed to be eyeing up her chest, hips and bare legs.

During the break, Jan was approached by one of the younger women, Emma, who was petite with mousy brown hair and a nervous giggle. She whispered, “You’re so brave, letting them do that to you. I could never do it. How do you manage to keep so still?”

Jan shrugged, sipping her water. “It’s easy when you know it’s not real. Plus, it’s all for a good cause, right?”

The second session began, and Jan found herself in the spotlight as per her office training. This time, the focus was on bandaging techniques. She lay down on a padded mat, her heart racing slightly as the group gathered around her. The room grew quiet as the air thickened with anticipation. The smell of fresh gauze mingled with the faint scent of sweat from the first session.

SUMMARY^1: Jan assists in the first session with basic life support, acting as a dummy and receiving curious glances from the class. She speaks with a participant named Emma during the break, discussing her role and the reasons behind it. The second session starts with Jan being the center of attention for bandaging demonstrations, lying on a mat as the group eagerly gathers around her.

Andrea started with Jan’s ankles, wrapping them snugly in a figure-eight pattern to demonstrate how to effectively immobilize a sprained limb. Jan’s legs were soon bound together, the bandages crisscrossing up to her knees. She felt a peculiar sense of vulnerability as her mobility was gradually taken away, her legs now a single entity in the grip of the tight material.

Andrea also demonstrated “Cohesive bandage” which stuck to itself but not her skin. Wrapping Jans left ankle and right knee so she could not bend the, Jan was slightly immobilised. She imagined what it would be like to have that over her eyes or mouth and hair, wrapped round her head.

Next came Jan’s arms. With a gentle touch, Andrea placed Jan’s arms in slings fashioned from a triangular bandage. She then wrapped the soft cloth around Jan’s shoulders and biceps, creating splints that held her arms tight against her chest. The feeling of being so thoroughly restrained was both strange and comforting, a stark contrast to the power she usually wielded in her professional life. Each layer of fabric was a reminder of her submission to the process, a silent acknowledgment of the trust she placed in Andrea’s skilled hands.

SUMMARY^1: Jan experiences a growing sense of vulnerability as her legs are bandaged in a figure-eight pattern and her arms are placed in slings during the demonstration. The class observes closely as her mobility decreases, and Jan reflects on the difference between this situation and her usual professional role.

“Now if your casualty has an injury to her eyes….” Andrea continued placing a pad of gauze over Jan’s left eye, fastening it in place with a crepe bandage around her head. Jan’s breath hitched slightly as she felt the soft pressure on her eyelid. The darkness that enveloped her was sudden and complete. She could feel the warmth of the room, the gentle touch of the bandages, and the occasional brush of air as someone moved past her. The sounds of the class became muffled, and she was hyper-aware of every sensation. It was a peculiar kind of vulnerability that she hadn’t expected.

Andrea’s voice grew closer. “Okay, Jan, now I’m going to show them how to deal with a fractured jaw. We’ll need to keep your mouth shut to prevent any further damage.” Jan nodded, swallowing hard. She had always had a fear but conversely excitement at being unable to speak or move, and here she was, voluntarily letting someone take away her ability to open her mouth.

The coolness of the bandages sent a shiver down Jan’s spine as they were wrapped around her head. The tension grew tighter with each pass, the fabric pressing against her cheeks, under her chin, and over her mouth. She could feel the slight give of the material as she tried to part her chin, but it was firm, unyielding. The process was slow and meticulous, with Andrea explaining each step to the rapt audience.

When the final knot was tied, Jan’s jaw was secured shut. She could feel the bandages pressing into her skin, a constant reminder of her newfound immobility. The room was eerily quiet, the only sound the rustle of fabric and the occasional cough. The darkness behind her eyelids was now accompanied by a muffled silence, as if she was in a bubble of stillness amidst the low murmur of the class.

“Let’s see if she can move her jaw.” Said Andrea, and immediately her fingers scrapes along the soles of Jans feet. Jan jolted in surprise, but the bandages held firm. She tried to mumble a protest, but her voice was muffled by the thick layers of cloth. The class giggled, enjoying the practical demonstration. The two football coaches , together with Emma, and one of the older ladies, leaned in closer, their eyes roving over Jan’s bound form with unabashed curiosity.

Andrea nodded, satisfied with her handiwork. “As you can see, Jan’s jaw is immobilized. This is essential in preventing any further damage or injury. Remember, always treat a potential fracture with the utmost care and seek medical attention immediately!”

Lunch break came, a welcome reprieve from the intensity of the training. Jan was carefully helped to sit up, the bandages holding her in place. She felt a bit like a mummy, but she couldn’t help the thrill that coursed through her as she realized how utterly at the mercy of the situation she was. The class dispersed to the snack bar where sandwiches, fruit, and drinks were on sale. The chatter grew loud as the participants discussed the morning’s lessons and Andrea slowly untied her captive. Jan’s eyes followed the movements of the two football coaches, their eyes lingering on her a little longer than the others. She felt a blush creep up her neck, the heat of their gazes as palpable as the bandages that held her in place.

Once Jan’s jaw was free, she took a deep breath and managed a grateful smile. “Thanks for the... experience, Andrea. I’m not sure I knew what I was signing up for!”

Andrea chuckled. “Well, you’re a natural. I knew you’d be perfect for this. Now, let’s get you out of those slings so you can eat without dropping food down your front!”

They laughed as Jan carefully raised her arms, feeling the blood rush back into her hands. The sensation was oddly liberating. As they made their way to the snack bar, Jan noticed that the two football coaches had bought their lunch and were sitting at a nearby table with Emma. They both gave her a nod of recognition, their eyes lingering on her as if they knew she was hiding a secret. Jan felt a flutter in her stomach and took a deep breath, reminding herself that this was just part of the training, nothing more.

Andrea bought Jan a sandwich and a bottle of water, which she held to Jan's mouth so she could take sips without spilling. The feeling of being cared for was surprisingly comforting, and Jan found herself enjoying the attention. The two women sat at a table, and Jan still felt the warmth of the now removed bandages against her skin as she ate her lunch. The conversation was light, mostly about their families and weekend plans, but Jan couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more between them, a silent understanding that went beyond friendship.

The afternoon session began with a demonstration of splints. Jan watched intently as Andrea explained the importance of keeping the bones in the correct position to allow for proper healing. The sight of the rigid splints brought back memories to Andrea of the hospital beds and the patients she had seen in her earlier days, and she wanted to put the same vigour into the work that went into first aid.

As the class looked on, Jan found herself being the model once again. This time, her leg was the focus. The room grew quiet as Andrea carefully aligned Jan’s knee and secured a splint around it, explaining the process with a gentle touch. Jan felt the pressure as the splint was tightened, the sensation of being held in place both strange and comforting running from her knee to her ankle.

Andrea then explained that the unfortunate Jan had also broken her thigh bone on the other leg. Andrea applied a splint that fastened round her thigh and pressed into her crotch, then tied her foot into a tension device and tightened it so her left leg was held taught.

The class watched in fascination as Jan lay there, completely immobilized, her legs now incapable of movement. Jan felt the tension in the air shift, the excitement of the new demonstration turning into something else entirely. The two football coaches exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of concern and something else Jan couldn’t quite place.

Andrea pulled out an extraction harness, a device used to safely move patients in emergency situations from car seats. "Alright, Jan," she said with a gentle smile, "now we're going to show everyone how to use this. It's a bit more restrictive than the bandages, but I promise it's all for the sake of learning."

Jan felt her heart race as Andrea placed the board behind her back and she was carefully strapped into the harness. It was like a web of fabric and buckles that enveloped her torso, with straps crossing over her shoulders and chest, and around her waist. Her arms were secured to her sides, and she felt a strange thrill as she became even more immobile. The material was cold against her skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the room. Andrea fitted a rigid collar around Jan’s neck which prevented her moving her jaw once again and finally a strap across her fore head to secure her head to the rigid board.

The class leaned in, watching with rapt attention as Jan was transformed into a living, breathing, but utterly helpless, teaching aid. The room grew quiet, the only sound the occasional whisper or the rustle of someone shifting in their seat. Jan's breathing grew shallow, and she could feel the weight of the board pressing into her back, the straps digging into her skin just enough to remind her of her vulnerability.

Andrea began to demonstrate the proper technique for using the extraction harness. She talked the class through the process, her voice calm and assured as she moved Jan's body around, simulating various emergency scenarios. Jan felt like a ragdoll in her friend's hands, completely at her mercy. The sensation was both terrifying and oddly exhilarating. She could feel the eyes of the class on her, and she knew she was the center of attention, the object of their curiosity and concern.

The class was engaged, asking questions and nodding along with the demonstration. Jan felt a strange sense of pride in her role, knowing that she was helping them learn something that could one day save a life. But the feeling was tinged with something else, a kind of electricity that she hadn't anticipated. It was as if the very act of being so utterly dependent on another person had awakened something deep within her, something primal and raw.

Emma, the young woman from the break, leaned in even closer, her eyes wide with fascination. Jan could feel her breath against her cheek as she whispered, "You're doing so well, Jan. I couldn't imagine being so still with all these people watching." Jan offered a nod, her eyes flicking towards the football coaches who were watching with an intensity that was hard to ignore.

As the session drew to a close, it was time for a tea break. The class dispersed, chattering eagerly about the afternoon's lessons. Jan remained strapped to the extractor, her legs immobile in splints, her jaw trapped by the collar, unable to move without assistance. She watched as the participants lined up for their tea and biscuits, feeling both exposed and strangely content.

Andrea noticed Jan's slightly glazed expression and chuckled. "You're doing great," she murmured, patting Jan's shoulder gently. Jan managed a nod, the straps shifting slightly. "Just a few more demonstrations and we're done for the day." As she slowly release Jan from her bindings.

The final session of the day focused on spinal injuries and Jan’s favourite Piece of equipment: The spinal board. Jan lay flat on the board, the collar around her neck keeping her jaw still, and the strap across her forehead with blocks either side of her head muffling sound and keeping her head and neck perfectly still. Her arms were secured to her sides, and her legs were strapped together down to the board. The class grew quieter as the seriousness of the situation sank in.

Andrea explained the importance of keeping the spine as straight as possible to prevent further damage. She demonstrated how to log roll Jan onto her side without moving her head or neck. The class watched as Jan’s body moved as one unit, her eyes wide open, looking at the ceiling. The football coaches exchanged glances, their expressions no longer just curious but something more intense, something Jan couldn’t quite read.

“Okay, I think we’re ready for the final exercise,” Andrea announced, looking around the room. “We need some more volunteers to practice moving Jan onto the spinal board. Remember, you need to work as a team, communicate, and keep her as still as possible. Who’s up for it?”

A few hands shot up eagerly, and Jan felt a twinge of excitement as she recognised Emma, one older lady and one of the football coaches among the volunteers. They approached the board with a sense of purpose, their eyes never leaving Jan’s body. The younger one, Ryan, took Jan’s legs while the olde woman, Mary, took her shoulders. They worked together seamlessly, following Andrea’s instructions to the letter.

Andrea’s voice was firm but gentle, guiding them through the process. Jan felt the weight of the board as it was lifted slightly, the coolness of the floor against her skin as they rolled her onto her side. The sensation was strange, a mix of vulnerability and trust. She could feel the heat of their hands, the tremble of their fingers as they moved her. It was a dance of sorts, a delicate ballet of care and precision.

Mary and Ryan looked to each other, both nodding in unison before they began to lift Jan onto the spinal board. The older lady’s grip was surprisingly strong, and Jan felt a rush of comfort knowing she was in capable hands. The football coach, however, had a firm but gentle touch, his eyes focused on his task. Jan felt a strange connection to him, his touch sending a jolt of energy through her that was anything but clinical.

The class watched intently as Jan was secured to the board, her body now a canvas for their learning. The anticipation in the room was palpable, and Jan could feel her heart racing under the pressure of their gazes. The board was lifted, and she was carried out of the training room and into the hallway, the cool air brushing against her skin sending goosebumps up her arms. Once round the playing field outside then back into the classroom.

Andrea took over, explaining the next step of the process. "When moving a patient with a potential spinal injury, it's crucial to maintain their head and neck in a neutral position. This is where the collar and blocks come in." Jan felt the gentle tug of the collar as it was adjusted, the plastic digging into her skin just enough to remind her of her role.

Andrea produced two more boards and asked for volunteers. Ryan and Emma stepped forward. They both removed their trainers revealing their bare feet, Ryan in jeans and black T-shirt, Emma in pink polo shirt and black leggings.

Andrea demonstrated the technique for spine boarding, with Jan as the patient. The class watched intently as Jan’s body was maneuvered with precision, each movement met with a collective inhale from the participants. The process was slow and deliberate, with Jan’s safety the top priority. The remainder of the class split into two groups of give and repeated the process on Emma and Ryan.

Emma giggled nervously as the board was placed beneath her, her cheeks flushing a deep pink as the collar was fastened around her neck. Jan watched from her position on the floor, feeling a strange kinship with her fellow models as they experienced the same vulnerability she had felt just moments before. Mary took her place at her head, her eyes meeting Jan’s for a brief moment before focusing on the task at hand.

The group worked together, their movements synchronized as they practiced the technique. Jan could feel the floor beneath her, the slight give of the padding on the board, and the coolness of the air as they rolled her onto her side and back again. Each time she was moved, the sensation was the same: a mix of fear and excitement that made her heart race and her skin tingle.

Ryan and Emma were in turn strapped on their own board, their reactions vastly different. Ryan, the football coach, lay still, his eyes closed and his breathing even. He looked almost peaceful, as if he were used to being in uncomfortable positions. His bare feet were placed side by side, toes pointing straight ahead, and Jan couldn’t help but notice the way his calf muscles flexed as the board was adjusted beneath him.

Emma, on the other hand, was a bundle of nerves. Her giggles had turned into full-blown laughter, which she tried to stifle as the collar was secured around her neck. Her eyes darted around the room, meeting Jan’s briefly before filling with tears. Jan felt a pang of sympathy for her. It was one thing to be the model in a controlled environment, but it was another to be the participant, experiencing the same vulnerability she had felt.

With the class fully engaged in the exercise, carrying Ryan and Emma round the field, Jan was left alone in the classroom, bound to the spinal board. The quiet was a stark contrast to the bustle of moments ago, and she found herself feeling a peculiar mix of excitement and unease. The board was cold against her back, and she could feel the slight give of the padding beneath her as she shifted slightly. The sounds of the class outside grew fainter, muffled by the walls and the closed door.

Andrea, noticing Jan’s eyes following the class’s exit, leaned in and whispered, “You’re doing amazing, Jan. You’re really helping them learn something so important. Just a few more minutes and we’ll get you out of there.” Jan nodded, the plastic collar pressing against her jaw as she tried to respond. The feeling of immobility was growing more intense, and she could feel the material of the board pressing into her hips and shoulders.

The class was over and the students dispersed. As the last of the participants left the room, the door clicked shut, leaving Jan, Emma, Ryan and Andrea in a hushed silence. Jan’s chest rose and fell with each shallow breath, the anticipation building. She could feel the heat between her legs, a testament to the excitement she couldn’t quite explain. The room felt smaller, more intimate, and Jan’s eyes searched for any sign of what might come next.

Andrea, seemingly unfazed by the lingering tension, began to collect the equipment. "Great job today, everyone," she said, her voice echoing slightly in the now empty space. "You all did so well, especially you, Jan." Jan felt a warm blush spread across her cheeks at the praise, her eyes never leaving the ceiling.

Emma and Ryan, still bound to their boards, tried to look over at Jan, their expressions a mix of admiration and something else that Jan couldn’t quite decipher. "Thanks," Jan murmured, her voice muffled by the collar. "I'm just happy to help."

[milagros317]

Wonderful story! It caused me to look up "spinal board" online and stare at images in ads for them.

[Janbound]

Wonderful story! It caused me to look up "spinal board" online and stare at images in ads for them.

Go Rebecca

https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&url=htt ... AdAAAAABAM

[milagros317]

Thanks for the link! The ones that I found were only still pictures.

[bindable]

First aid instruction as an excuse for public bondage is an interesting premise.

I particularly enjoyed these descriptions:
> “her legs now a single entity in the grip of the tight material”
> “a web of fabric and buckles that enveloped her torso, with straps crossing over her shoulders and chest, and around her waist”
> “felt like a ragdoll in her friend’s hands, completely at her mercy”

[Janbound]

Thanks for the comments. I think I’ve bitten off more than I can chew though. I wanted Jan (Me) to have some” company”, but I’m not sure how to integrate the other two characters now.

[bindable]

Thanks for the comments. I think I’ve bitten off more than I can chew though. I wanted Jan (Me) to have some” company”, but I’m not sure how to integrate the other two characters now.

Maybe she has dates with each of the other three main characters and picks one to continue seeing? She could perhaps get tied in some way on each date (e.g., wrists joined to thighs in the dark at the cinema). Just a thought; it's your story.

[milagros317]

Thanks for the comments. I think I’ve bitten off more than I can chew though. I wanted Jan (Me) to have some” company”, but I’m not sure how to integrate the other two characters now.

Here's one suggestion, based on this passage:

“Let’s see if she can move her jaw.” Said Andrea, and immediately her fingers scrapes along the soles of Jans feet. Jan jolted in surprise, but the bandages held firm. She tried to mumble a protest, but her voice was muffled by the thick layers of cloth. The class giggled, enjoying the practical demonstration. The two football coaches , together with Emma, and one of the older ladies, leaned in closer, their eyes roving over Jan’s bound form with unabashed curiosity.

It turns out that Emma's unabashed curiosity was about how much fun it would be to have a private practice session with Jan and, after getting her in the same bondage, tickle her insane.