Chapter Five
The Session - Part Three
Although the PLC programming was to cycle over and over, it changed the wide selection of variables each time and so I’d be compelled to experience a huge array of sensations that weren’t repeated or in any way predictable.
I returned to awareness slowly only to realise I was still dangling in mid-air and now wanted out of my rubber encasement in a bad way. The rubber suits in combination with the snugly fitted helmet and worst of all, the oppressive gas mask had become very, very cloying and my restraints even more so, but fastened and suspended as I was, I could not escape from any part of my ensemble, just as intended, and for long moments I bounced erratically while uselessly fighting my bonds, feeling totally alone and abandoned. In truth, I wa
