As a London Mistress, one of the many specialities of my new medical fetish clinic is the application of bondage and discipline to the treatment of the sexually insane.
The patients who refer themselves to my laboratory premises in West London are often sex addicts who find it impossible to stop their incessant wanking; a practice which is frequently linked to a need to watch porn of a crude and disgusting nature, and which more often than not involves scenes where men or women are submitting in bondage to a strict Mistress.
Such was the case recently, when a particularly intractable case of ‘wanking mania’ came to my attention and required all the resources of the BDSM Laboratory and the painstaking dedication of my medical fetish team.
I quickly determined that a lengthy session of treatment would be required to effect any cure, and that this would of necessity involve my strictest medical fetish practitioner, the London bondage expert, Nurse Despair.
In all my years of experience as a London Mistress and dominatrix, there has never yet been a single instance where Nurses Despair has failed to find the perfect treatment for cases such as this.
When confronted with a man who is incapable of controlling an incessant desire to wank his cock at all hours of the day and night, my medical experience suggests there are two possible courses of action. One can either place him in heavy bondage, perhaps in a leather or rubber body bag with a chastity device fixed immovably in place, or commence a course of ‘exposure therapy’ in which the patient is actively encouraged to masturbate or is wanked against his will for hour after hour by one of the fetish clinic’s masturbation machines.
This case was so severe that we decided to use both methods together in the hopes of a rapid cure.
The first step was to have the patient strapped down to the new Super Boomer bondage chair in my London clinic and apply the suction and stroking of the Serious Kit milking machine.
A few hours of wanking in this way will usually suck out a suitable spunk sample for Mistress, especially when some electrics and pain is added to the mix.
Almost immediately afterwards, the London clinic team switched his treatment to the Venus 2000 wanking machine and he was encouraged to watch a series of crude porn films on his own laptop whilst the Venus continued with a steady, teasing motion to keep his shaft stimulated and aroused.
Having already provided one sperm sample, it did take some hours for the patient to again show signs of extreme sexual frustration, although even his watching the worst kind of porn filth seemed too mild to actually take him over the edge to a climax.
It was time for Mistress to step in and take him in hand.
Naturally, more bondage was required, and he was soon secured by leather straps face-up on the whipping bench with his legs spread apart and his already-overwanked genitals exposed and helpless.
I could tell that he was in an extreme state of sexual need and was literally shaking, dribbling, and drooling with lust. Now came what I modestly claim is my masterstroke in the success of his treatment.
I actually encouraged him to confess all of his filthiest fantasies to his Mistress whilst applying the Hitachi wand to his cock.
Normally I would never want to listen to the depraved ramblings of such a diseased and perverted mind, but extreme cases require extreme measures. I gave him my full encouragement and attention as he revealed the true extent of his kinky needs and the stream of filth from his mouth was soon joined by a rewarding stream of sperm from his shaft.
My task here was done.
