Category: medical

Offhand comments

It’s good of her to check – sometimes, I need a ‘little reminder’, for which I am always very thankful.
Of course, the permanent slave quarters won’t be as luxurious. On the plus side, they won’t smell as strongly of shit – not at first, anyway.
I still remember the day my SO found an item of women’s underwear that wasn’t hers, pushed to the back of my bedroom drawer. It was her mother’s – and I’d pretended she hadn’t put it in the previous week’s laundry bag, when in reality I just hadn’t been able to scrub the period stains out. I learnt my lesson, you can be sure!
Many wives like to have the anaesthetist there and ready, at least, in order to enjoy the look on hubby’s face when he realises she’s not going to do anything.
I suppose I really ought to make a British joke about having a boot fetish, but as we say in the UK: I can’t be arsed*.
He’s worried about lots of things, actually. Not unreasonably, in my view. Incidentally, you might worry about back problems in this sort of play, but you can be assured she’s made that her top priority – see how straight she’s sitting?

* Actually, I can be arsed, repeatedly and vigorously, but only when the mood takes her and she has enough boyfriends round.

Divine displeasure

Very different from my SO’s attitude – she likes to hear about how much it hurts.
Bit pointless to book a heavy session and use a safeword anyway. It’s like…. I dunno, going to an expensive restaurant and only eating stale bread with water. I mean, I’ve done that, obviously but…
She’ll definitely tell them off: she’s very cross about what they did. But she has a sweet, forgiving nature, so don’t be surprised if she goes back on her intention to ban all of them except Tony. I mean, that is a lot of cock to deprive herself of, and it’s not as if it was really such a big deal, right? And there’s the question of fairness to them to consider too…
You can have one of his trainers as well, if you fancy a threesome.
It’s ridiculous you can’t have men’s brains fixed to stop them being annoying… seriously annoying, I mean, obviously. We need to fund the NHS properly.
Lots of things to think about… and plenty of time to think, too.

We know that the Furies do not come uninvited

In fact, you usually have to pay them. After sending a polite introductory email, and confirming on the day.

You might have an opinion on the subject, but not one that’s different from hers, surely?
It’s good they provide an alternative activity for those slaves not up to the hard labour. My SO always allows me a second option if there’s anything I don’t want to do: I can take a beating and do it after that.
There’s bound to be some wear and tear on the agency’s stock. You know what girls are like.
If you haven’t tried wearing a shock collar, you should try it just once. If you decide you don’t like it, just tell her.
If you have any concerns about the course of treatment she’s proposing, do feel free to burst into tears and start pleading hysterically.
She’s accepting the award on his behalf because he’s… erm… well, he’s not able to be there in person, anyway. Although maybe some of him is, in her handbag, if the rumours are true.

Hypnotized by you if I should linger

Oh, OK. Err… hi!
How reassuring.
Of course, it’s only good when it’s fresh.
Self-explanatory, I thought. She should move on to the “What do you consider your greatest weaknesses or failings?” question, as there’s about six pages in response to that one.
Later on, she’s going to perform a procedure in which she’ll carefully pull a thin strip of flesh away from your thigh, then reattach it in exactly the same place. There’s no therapeutic benefit, but she enjoys it.
We feature all the edgiest and most dangerous BDSM practices here on CtD, but I’ll admit: disagreeing with Ms Palvin is close to a hard limit, even for this blog.

Until it hurts

and beyond.

My SO’s not really into roleplay. She says she enjoys our heavy pain play sessions most when I’m being myself.
I once saw a lady buying some of those cruelty-free cosmetics which she then put into one of those fashionable manhide handbags. A bit hypocritical, wouldn’t you say? Not that I’m judging her, of course.
A bit embarassing, having to wear a chastity belt over nothing. It felt like I’d got past that stage, you know?
Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to enjoy the psychological aspects while you’re being flogged.
I’ve never asked. To be honest, I’ve never really been able to think of an emergency which would require me to have an orgasm.
It’s a caring profession. They care a lot.

It’s not her fault

It’s yours.

Fortunately she’s not easily embarassed – you can look quite absurd and be made to do lots of humiliating things before she begins to experience the least twinge.
Many women secretly prefer didoes to their male partners’ cocks. My SO is more open about it – says the dildo is even a better conversationalist, quite apart from the sexual aspects in which I’m obviously not a contender at all.
Dream job – and you’ll get to do twice as much of it.
The fivesome’s scheduled for next week, when Lucy’s cousins are in town too.
Gravity will do most of the work. All you have to do is suffer; and that’s easy enough when you’re in pain.
As if this sequence of photos (others from which I unfreely acknowledge I have used before) was not wonderful enough, it actually features twin sadistic Margot Robbies. I mean… why would anyone ever need to make another movie, about anything (except movies starring Mistress Annie, obviously).

Paradox girl, mighty woman,you are the thing that terrifies them.

Don’t worry, she’ll adhere strictly to the conditions in the contract you just signed. You did read it, right?
It’s understandable: most operations on males don’t require anesthetic.
Next time she might try just not turning up. Testing your limits… you see?
No animals were or will be harmed in the making of this torture-snuff caption.
That is a good mnemonic: works for lots of things.
Fortunately they were able to use agency photos to illustrate the article as the camera-sissy’s hands were shaking too much with shy excitement to do justice to Mistress Kate’s flowing locks.

Sanity, thy name is woman

Oh dear. I think the discussion about whether you need to be microchipped is finally over.
She wears things that turn you on… dresses, shoes, that kind of thing. So: time to slip into something less comfortable for her.
Actually everything was OK, because it turns out Treasure’s a bit kinky too. Well… maybe kinky’s not quite the right word. It’s more that she had deep-seated issues of rage towards the male sex to work through, but the result is much the same in practice.
She has developed a technique for dealing with panic attacks… usually she just goes off and has a cup of tea.

The lovely Maîtresse Blanche, there, who applies her treatments in a pretty little town near Fontainebleu outside Paris. I have been in that position, presumably in that very chair, and I was coping… OK with it all, until she discovered I was ticklish. But she coped very well with my not coping.

If you’re lucky she might let you have a longer ankle chain. But I wouldn’t bet on it.
Kitten’s going to think really hard about that.

If you don’t like what I’m sayin’ then won’t you slap my face?

Because I’m bad. And because I’ve been bad.

And she’s his everything, so that’s worked out quite well.
Yeah. I mainly look at pervy pictures of women on the Internet for the articles anyway.
Actually, almost anything causes impotence, for a male in a relationship with a sufficiently determined woman. The trick is finding something that temporarily removes it.
Oooh ohh – look at me, I was castrated! Like anyone cares, loser.
Just as well.. her mother’s only topic of conversation seems to be how you don’t deserve her daughter, while when his own ball-gag’s not in, her father only talks about how perfect and wonderful his wife is and how lucky he is to be under her guidance. Family, eh? I’d buckle the ball-gag on myself.
Obviously their fetish play gear isn’t all entirely unsuitable for the more serious purposes they have in mind. Some of the whips are painful enough for real use and you can always stamp on fingers or other bits with a good solid pair of boots. They do also wear latex, although mostly in the form of heavy, long aprons for when things get messy, not the skimpy little numbers so beautifully on display here.

Serena and Alice vignettes

As long-term ‘readers’ will know, I’ve written quite a few stories about Serena and Alice. These are among the most violent and twisted stories I’ve ever managed, featuring almost non-stop torture, murder and the non-consensual breaking of the laws of physics. If you don’t like that sort of thing, then you’re a sick weirdo, don’t read them. That said, the castrating and branding and suffocating and boiling alive and murdering and crushing and drowning and drilling and electrocuting and all the rest of it is really just the background for what is always – at heart – a simple love story.

Cast of characters:

  • Serena: a sadistic, murdering mad scientist genius. Serena is in love with:
  • Alice: a sweet little blonde nymphomaniac, who loves animals and environmental causes, as well as sadism and murder. Alice is not a genius but she loves Serena and also enjoys torturing and killing:
  • various males: not worth introducing in detail as they never last long.

So anyway, here are some Serena and Alice vignettes – little things not much more than a caption. The first two are a bit Easter-themed, which is what reminded me to post this.

Bunny girl

“So, knowing how much you dislike cruelty to animals, I thought you’d like to be the first person to see my display of top executives from the cosmetics industry!” Serena concluded triumphantly.

Alice gazed through the glass at the row of heads held tightly in medical-looking braces, with wide staring eyes gazing back at her in panic. Above each eyeball was the tip of a glass pipette, each apparently filled with a different liquid.  “How do you keep their eyes open like that?” she asked, wonderingly.

“If you look closely, you’ll see the eyelids are held back with little wire hooks” Selena replied, happily.  “Now come on – press the button to start the chemicals.”

And she indicated a large red button, to which Alice uncertainly extended the manicured tip of her finger.

“Nasty men… hurting all those poor little bunnies” she murmured, and pursed her lips in disapproval as she pressed.

Easter eggs

“I mean, it’s almost as if we’ve forgotten the true spirit of Easter”, Serena complained.  “It’s all just chocolate eggs these days!  So I wanted to try to bring back some of the solemnity and deeper meaning of the occasion.”

Alice nodded, gazing down at the terrified naked man strapped tightly to the hard wooden cross in front of them.  “So can we start, then?” she asked, hefting her hammer as if to try out the weight.

Serena handed her a nail.

Medical play

“Actually, when I was young, I wanted to be a nurse” Alice said.  “I had the outfit and a kit and everything.”

Serena nodded.  The thought of her young blonde friend in a tight white nursing uniform was a very pleasing one. 

“I got into a bit of trouble once, actually” Alice went on.  “I bound up a boy’s broken arm, and all the grown-ups were upset because they said I should have called them straight away. It did set a bit crooked when it finally got better – they were so cross.”

“Did they stop you playing nurse after that, then?”, Serena asked.

“No, not just then.” Alice replied.  “But a few months later I broke it again to see if I could get it a bit straighter, and that’s when they took the kit away from me.”

“Grown-ups can be such killjoys” Serena agreed. “Umm… if I were to fix up some kind of medical theatre and got a few patients for you to play with, do you think you might…”

Her voice trailed off, as she found herself feeling oddly shy.

“Dress up as a nurse for you?” Alice asked, arching an eyebrow. “That’s a bit kinky.”

She grinned at the sight of her friend blushing.

“Oh, you sweet, dear thing – of course I would! Now, do you think we could get some of those medical saws, and do amputations? Oh, and a little electric circular one for drilling into a head – I’ve always wanted to try that!”

“Whatever you like” smiled Serena, hugging her friend and thinking – not for the first time – how lucky she was to have such an angel as her girlfriend.

Obviously this is a picture of Margot Robbie (actually two Margot Robbies but you can only see the second one’s hands), not Serena or Alice. But the medical procedure they are attempting is one our two medical heroines pioneered, so I thought I’d include the picture.

My Little Pony

“So what was the kinkiest thing you did as a teenager?” Alice asked Serena, as the two lovers lay naked and exhausted together on the bed.

Serena thought a moment.  “Oh – pony play, I suppose.  There was a boy who asked for that, and I thought why not?”

Alice giggled.  “I expect you gave him a few more with the crop than he’d bargained for!”

Serena pursed her lips and frowned slightly.  “Oh – I only gave him a few strokes, really.  Just so he’d know what he’d be in for if he ever complained to anyone about being gelded.”

A stitch in time

“You’re awfully good that that” Serena said, admiringly.

“Oh, I don’t know.” Alice replied, working efficiently away with her needle. “It’s functional enough, but it’s not supposed to be artistic – it’s surgical stitching, not embroidery.”

“Are you going to stitch his other arm to his side, when you’ve finished that one?” Serena asked, trying to keep her mind on the task in front of her and not on the sight of her young blonde friend so delightfully filling out a nurse’s uniform.

“Hmm… I dunno. Maybe. It’s just practice really: you’re not supposed to sew all over the place, like this. But I’d already done his nasty boy bits into a neatly sewn-up package, so I thought I’d attach his arm permanently to his body, that’s all. Oh – and I sewed his mouth up to stop him talking.”

“That’s a neat job too” said Serena, leaning over to inspect the surgical thread holding the patient’s lips together. She stroked the stitching gently, enjoying the muffled shrieks of pain and terror. “Maybe you could do his eyes, next?”

“Yeah, I suppose so.” Alice replied. “But it would be nice to work on stitching some actual wounds together, like a proper nurse.”

“Well that’s no problem! Where would you like him wounded first?”

Also not Alice, although I believe this image is similar to how she looks in her uniform. I tried checking with some of boys who had acted as patients for her, but I couldn’t find any that survived.

Brainiac

“Eugh – is that a human brain?” Alica asked with horrified fascination, as she peered into the glass tank.

Serena nodded.

“Near as males can get to one anyway. It belongs to that ginger lad you brought in a few months ago – I hope you weren’t too attached to him?”

“No, no…” Alice replied, distractedly.  She paused. “Although he did have a lovely cock. I don’t suppose you might have kept…?” Her voice tailed off as she saw her friend slowly shake her head.

“No, there’s nothing left but this. I have this mildly acidic solution that dissolves away everything except nerve tissue.  It takes a few weeks but believe me, his lovely cock will have been eaten away with the rest of him. Slowly and extraordinarily painfully.”

“Ah well” Alice replied. “I suppose there are plenty of others.”

She tapped on the glass.

“So now he’s just a brain?”

“Not quite” smiled Serena.  She reached out and clasped Alice’s fingers in hers.  “See all those little filaments in the water?  Those are nerves.”

“Oh right. So he’s still got his whole nervous system?”

“No, just the pain receptors. Several thousand of them, providing the only input to his consciousness.So what you see here is a boy reduced to his most important essential characteristic: the ability to feel pain. He can literally do nothing else. ”

“Ooh” giggled Alice. “So how do we – ?”

Serena pressed a button.  A light blue glow suffused the water.

“Like that” she said.  “Right now, all his pain receptors are firing at maximum. From having experienced nothing but black, deadly stillness and silence for days, he’s now experiencing a total pain overload – a universe of agony.”

“Gosh” said Alice and she gazed intently at the brain, floating in front of her, lit gently by the blue glow. As she moved in position, the little filaments briefly caught the light and sparkled, like a spider web.

“That’s um…”

“Well, I mean, it’s…”

She paused.

“Actually… it’s a bit boring, to be honest.”

Serena sighed.

“I know. It’s disappointing, isn’t it? I mean, it’s lovely to think of him screaming silently in unimaginable agony in there, but it’s not a very impressive spectacle.”

She brightened up.

“Oh – but I have something in the next room I think you’ll like better.”

“I can think of several things we’d both like better” smiled Alice happily, squeezing her friend’s hand as she was led off.

“Oh!” she said, struck by a sudden thought. “Did you switch the pain off, on the brain thing? Wouldn’t want to waste electricity, what with the climate crisis and all.”

Serena frowned. “I can’t remember.” she replied.  “But don’t worry about it – really, it takes almost no electricity to stimulate a pain receptor. That electric field you saw making the tank glow uses less power than a low energy lightbulb.”

“Oh, OK then” Alice replied. “As long as it’s as little as that, it doesn’t matter at all, does it?  Now: what was the other thing you wanted to show me?”

…and finally, although this blog does not feature identifiable images of Serena and Alice, respecting as I do the ladies’ privacy (and their capacity to inflict terrifying levels of violence and pain on those who annoy them), I am finally responding to the numerous requests for a picture of our two heroines, naked in bed together, below. Enjoy – but not too much, if you know what’s good for you.

More Serena and Alice here (and use the links within those to earlier ones as they’re not all categorised properly). I’m sorry if the justification in these stories seems a bit odd. I don’t mean the justification for all the torture and murder – that’s inherent in the character development – I mean the typesetting. These are old so they were imported using a tool from the old Blogger blog and the line justification is a mess.

Incidentally, as I may have mentioned before, some years after starting this series, by remarkable coincidence (unless it’s that synchronicity thing the Police sang about), my two consecutive ‘serious, long-term’ dommes were the magnificent Serena and the delightful Alice. They were even statuesque brunette and petite blonde, respectively. Just goes to show, eh? Unless it doesn’t, I suppose.

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