Pete

My session with the truly sadistic Nurse Despair was everything I could have wanted… and more. Dressed only in a flimsy patient’s gown, I found myself discussing my most intimate medical fantasies with her before she strapped me down to her gynaecology bench for an in-depth examination of the most sensitive parts of my body. In her authentic nursing uniform she took a no-nonsense approach to my pain and discomfort, insisting that her various treatments with needles, clamps, electric probes and metal sounds were all essential for my ‘recovery.’ With my arms bound to the bench by leather restraints and my legs lifted and embarrassingly wide-apart in stirrups, I was in no position to argue with the diagnoses and methods of this so-strict medical Mistress. My cock and balls, my nipples and my rear were all subjected to her intimate attentions before Nurse Despair revealed the true depths of her cruel nature and donned a black and intimidating, heavy rubber, medical apron and mask. I could feel my heart racing with fearful anticipation as she pulled on extra layers of surgical latex gloves for each hand to prepare lengths of rubber tubing and a worryingly large jug of warm water.