There’s nothing I enjoy more in the BDSM Laboratory than some good old fashioned ‘doctors and nurses and patient’ medical fetish fun, and so I was delighted this week when a client booked a lengthy session of latex and medical games with my nurse medical fetish persona.
I know that not all medical nurses wear the sort of tight-fitting green latex uniform that I chose that day… but then not all nurses are as erotic as I am, and not all have the sort of breasts that look at their best when stretched tight underneath a close-fitting rubber dress.
And I DID have the medical fetish apron on as well, with its tell-tale red cross insignia, to show that some serious medical procedures were underway.
AS befits any medical fetish session, I started by securing the client in some latex rubber patient gowns and further layers of rubber restraints to ensure his compliance with whatever medical procedures were required for his treatment.
There was LOTS of latex layers for him to enjoy to the full. What followed was a range of new experiences to give him a full taste of what his nurses can do in the clinic when heavy medical fetish treatments are required.
That involved his first fisting at the hands of his experienced nurse in order that he could feel the full benefit of some deep stretching of his rear and some fist and finger exploration of the deepest parts of his anatomy.
Then came some sizeable electric toys and catheters to ensure that the session would not be interrupted by any need to visit the bathroom and interrupt the flow of the medical games I was playing. It’s so much easier when my clients are drained into a clear bag so they can see their own output.
I know some clients get embarrassed at having a tube inserted into their shaft and into the depths of their plumbing systems, but they soon lose all inhibitions once the full bladder washout is underway, and the fluids are running out of them with no control whatsoever.
Naturally, the catheter was merely the first of several medical instruments I had decided to use that day, and once the guy was suitably restrained in bondage on my Super Boomer medical fetish chair, I set about inserting needles into his scrotal sac as the first stage in a planned infusion of saline fluid to increase the pressure around his balls.
Above his head hung the two saline infusion bags; two because I am a medical mistress than never likes to do things by half. All the games were accompanied, of course, by some powerful cock and ball electrics, most frequently with the e-stim boxes on their ‘orgasm’ setting – a mode I tried out for the first time in a while recently and which seems to have some interesting effects on my slaves.
The it was time to move my heavily rubbered client onto the next phase of his treatment: a spell being held in total restraint upright in my metal-framed vac cube, with his body outlined in considerable detail against the tight latex membrane which surrounded him.
Something about seeing my clients so helpless and with interesting bulges between their legs always makes me want to slip into full on teasing mode and I think he found the attention arousing – if a little frustrating.
The final part of the session slipped from a strictly medical mode into a more traditional form of dominatrix discipline. Held down over my whipping bench for a rear-warming beating from a strap: after, of course, my hands had warmed him up to take all the arse-strapping that his medical team had prescribed for him.
Something tells me that this patient will not be missing his next nurse appointment!
