Some of my patients at the BDSM Laboratory’s medical clinic arrive at my door with some reluctance, having been referred for treatment by a range of other practitioners who have decided that they are suffering from various types of sexual obsessions.
One such patient came to me recently from Davina, a waxing specialist friend of mine, who had made a tentative diagnosis of “IWS” (Incurable Wanking Syndrome) after noticing that he seemed incapable of keeping his hand off his cock while she was attempting to work with him.
In such cases Nurse Despair needs to cajole brainwash and control the client into accepting that some distressing medical treatments are essential for his future wellbeing.
The referring practitioner, Davina, had warned in her initial letter that this patient had already spoken of ‘not liking the look of the clinic’ and of running away.
He was therefore was likely to require a range of bondage equipment, close supervision, and possibly, feminisation, if he was to be whipped into shape and a cure was to be effected.
I prepared all of the necessary rubber bits and pieces of womenswear that I needed for this roleplay in advance of the session.
The reluctant patient found that waiting for him in the shower room were a rubber bra, a rubber suspender belt and stockings, a selection of gags and hoods, and a blue rubber maid’s dress, complete with those important additions of a maid’s cap, an apron and rubber gloves that help to create the perfect roleplay scenario.
It is these small roleplay details, I find, that assist in the gender transformation being believable and exciting for my visitors.
As he walked through my laboratory to the wetroom he may also have noticed a selection of BDSM bondage equipment and implements laid out and ready for use. I had deliberately left on display a pair of restrictive bondage mittens, a metal chastity cage, one of my favourite strap-on cocks and harness, and the flogger, paddle and riding crop that were to be used for my pleasure – and his pain.
Seeing the instruments of his own torment laid out and waiting is a simple way of not only deterring him from any thoughts of running from my clutches, but also serves to up a client’s frustration levels and his excited anticipation of the roleplay to come.
Davina’s first email made it clear that Nurse Despair should take ‘no nonsense’ from her patient and that his medical fetish treatments should be administered and completed however much he begged and pleaded for his discomfort to stop.
To that end I decided upon leg spreaders to maintain easy access to his chastity-caged cock whilst he was suspended from the ceiling from one of the laboratory’s many hoists.
I was pleased with my own refinement of using a video camera and the wall-mounted screen to let him see himself being humiliated and tormented in every way I desired. So many clients tell me that it adds an extra dimension to their bondage to watch themselves suffer and to enjoy the sight of their Mistress at work.
I also took a whole series of photographs of his session which detailed how Nurse Despair used the chastity device and a series of needles and injections to his nipples, cock-and-balls to enhance the feminisation project.
We continued with some punishing CP to his feet and his rear, and several doses of the clinic’s special amber liquid medicine which I find efficacious in many of these roleplay events.
In the end the client was of course unable to resist being milked of the last vestiges of masculinity with the production of a sample that left him drained but content. Another successful course of treatment of a reluctant patient by the clinic’s unique nursing staff.
