Category: medical

Oral displeasure

I think it’s only fair to point out that this young lady has actually signed a Mistress-Slave agreement ruling out any humiliating D/S play in public.  But not with you.  Go on – don’t keep her waiting.

 

 

 

Or she could put yet another hood over that one.  My SO loves to wrap me in layer after layer of latex hood and we play ‘find the air-hole’, which is a bit like ‘pass the parcel’ but with a strict time limit.

 

 

 

Your feelings do matter, obviously.  Just not to her.  Or Daniel.


 

 

It’ll be fine.  Dr Franley’s patients rarely complain.

 

Don’t get into one of those Mars/Venus misunderstandings by interpreting her words literally, OK?  I mean, she wants a present tomorrow too, obviously.


 

 

 

 

 

 

Love and abjection

You might want to try noble, stoic silence?  No?  Oh, OK: frantic pitiful grovelling it is, then.

 

 

Don’t worry, it’s only until next Christmas, then she has other plans for her little porky-boy.

 

 

 

I imagine you’re expecting a joke here about being ‘tossed off’ but I won’t because (a) it would be weak, unfunny and in very poor taste and (b) I’ve done it several times before.

 

 

Her paces, obviously.  Moron.  Do you expect her to change the way she walks just to accommodate you?

 

Personally I’d rather they were in those cute Young Communist Pioneer outfits.  But my opinion doesn’t matter.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Little man, you’re crying

 She knows why you’re blue.


Thank goodness (and her) for that.



I’ve always thought it odd that I am both her object and her subject.



When she talks of the ‘place’ that’ll do it, just think of a gleaming, modern medical facility, OK?  Not a dirty garage filled with rusty tools.  It’ll be easier that way.


Thank goodness for the invention of electricity – it’s a great way to save labour, or induce it depending on who’s holding the zapper.





One day your luck might run out.


Their beauty and their style

He can do 100 words a minute – most of them being ‘sorry’.

 

 

 

I don’t see why it’s so unethical.  I mean, consent was sought and freely… well, consent was given anyway, which is the main thing.


 

 

 

She’s always hungry. She always needs to feed. She must eat. All she gets is nasty Orcses.

 

 


I think we can all agree that anyone doing that deserves whatever Hayley feels like handing out (and she’s a big strong girl).




Romance, revenge and healthy exercise, all in one long, happy afternoon.


 

Tearful conversations

Anybody else want to negotiate?

 

 

 

It’s recreational for her, anyway – although there’s a serious element to it too. 

 

 

 

I wonder what the OWK Ladies would have done, had the wall not come down in 1989 and no Velvet Revolution occurred?  Oh, they’re so talented I am sure they have found some kind of niche within the totalitarian system where their skills could be useful, but it would have been very different.



Just try to think unsexy thoughts while they do it.  Reading this blog should give you some ideas.



Once again, I do have a bit of a gripe here.  I mean, sometimes it’s “I want the truth and I’m going to keep on increasing the voltage until I get it’ and next it’s ‘Keep your nasty little opinions to yourself.’  It just doesn’t always seem entirely fair, is all I’m saying, but I suppose it’s best not to complain.

 

Painful untruths

 

I’d offer to get rid of it myself but someone seems accidentally to have secured my wrists to the sides of the bed, here.  I’ll have to have a word about that.


 

 

She’ll get the hang of it.

 

 


One of the riskier fetishes is ‘very pissed-off dominatrix’.




The depressing thing is, as it’s a vanilla porn movie. your being beaten up isn’t even really central to the main action.  Try femdom: at least there, the beatings you receive are part of the sexy bit rather than filler.

 

I’ll just have another nonesome, then.  Maybe two.



Your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul


It’s easy to tell when someone’s smiling, even behind a medical mask.

 

 

 

Original sins, so to speak.  Ho de ho.

 

 

 

Now here’s a lady with an original approach to BDSM. It might seem surprising that a bee-keeping outfit can actually be more scary than the traditional leather uniforms, but believe me: once you’ve experienced that kind of play, you’ll agree that it is.




She got accustomed to having her own way when they were all encouraged to stay in character on-set and she’s never really readjusted to the real world.  Probably best to humour her.  Her  entourage do: that’s why they got you.


 

 

Like many guys I vividly remember the very first time I totally failed to have sex with a girl.  She was rather sweet about it, actually, which in retrospect is a shame, as if she’d humiliated and mocked me, I might have got excited and been able to rise to the situation.  Oh well… it was very special, anyway.

 

Brutal honesty

They do say honesty is the basis of every successful romantic relationship – but brutality has its place too.


Don’t worry – she has lots of equipment and techniques to help manage the pain.




They do say small ones have more pain receptors per square millimetre, which is actually quite a turn-on for a lot of ladies.



He’s the foundation of the building just behind her, by coincidence.




Time for the evil – sorry, what?  I can’t say that word!



OK, well if the other two are totally straight I guess they won’t need licking clean, for a change, so that’s a bonus.











Slavish desires

 

Don’t worry too much about it: I’ve often noticed the women in my life using ‘if’ when they really mean ‘when’.  ‘If’ I decide to punish you… if I bring a guy home… if you fuck this up again… and so on.

 

 

They should be more charitable towards her, even if she does have some odd ideas.  After all, she’s a grieving widow, the poor thing.

 

 

It was maybe considering a little pleading whimper, but it won’t even try, now.

 

 

Medical researchers have made huge strides in pain management in recent years, as her husband will soon discover.



Abandoned gimps seem to be everywhere these days, it’s a modern plague.  Fortunately, very few people care.

 

Wise women

…and the unwise men they look after.

 

Mmm?  Oh.. yeah, sure.

 

 

 

Ladies!  An object lesson in the importance of not having too much removed when your submissive goes in for an operation.

 

 

 

For such a powerful, self-confident lady, she has surprisingly narrow limits.

 

A few days later, when he was fully recovered, they gave him the eleven Tic-Tacs he won over the course of the evening.  What – did you think they were lying to him? No: they play fair.


 

My domme takes schoolboy sessions so seriously that she makes me take GCSE exams.  Usually, I do OK, although anything worse than a B can be quite painful.    Last year, though, because of Covid, grades were awarded on the teacher’s assessment of competence, so I was barely able to walk after receiving my ‘results’.