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https://iwantclips.com/store/51038/medfetvids/271919/Nurse-Zena-fisting-the-naughty-patient
Nurse Zena begins by inserting a catheter into the patients urethra so that she can control all bodily functions. Next she needs to explore his rectum with a large metal dildo to make sure he can handle the Nurses fist!
Take a rest in the cage. Free to use at Darklands. @darklandsfest #dungocage #puppycage #cage #slavecage #metalbondage gaybondage
Damn! This barely-black fucker is HOT!!!
Depth sounding time:)
Tools of the trade
Getting ready for the first day of school.
Girls are by nature unable to keep themselves clean. Most are not properly inspected and cleansed at home over the summer break. So day one every student gets a 3 bag flush.
Omg that is so intriguing. I’d love to feel it at the hand of a wonderful mistress!!
Are you clean? I’d better check.
2 other “Treatment Rooms” of mine. All are fully functional, BTW. Perfect for some good mental hospital/electro-shock therapy role-play. And completely capable of the real thing should the desire arise.
If I had a live-in boy I’d likely want to get him a few different custom fitted chastity belts/devices for different occasions and use cases. Bluetooth remote controls for vibrating plugs and estim devices are also practical to incorporate these days. I’ve also been a part time key holder for boys who live nearby.
Try to relax as this is just phase one. The Director will be back in several hours for the next phase of your 48 hour extensive program…
Reblog if you want to serve mommy
Exam Room 1 Ending
Here we have the silver medalist, thesurgery, with their submission. Very well done!
Your heart beats faster and faster, the rhythm of a wild, jungle drum. I don’t have to listen to my stethoscope to see you are on edge. Your breathing becomes sporadic, you try to remain calm, and prompt up your chest to appear like nothing can phase you. Unfortunately your body betrays you. The hairs on your body stand erect as my cold stethoscope glides across your searing skin. The cold metal sends shivers down your back. My eyes burn like a wildfire ready to engulf yours, with a single stare and grin under my mask I innocently ask, “you seem nervous do you need something to help you relax”. Classic babe in the woods routine, it baits them every time.
With a big gulp you begin to wonder what I would do to help you relax. You begin imagining the compressions this sexy doctor would perform on your body with her gloved hands, slowly moving down to your private region. You can tell I have a firm grip by the way I elegantly handle my instruments. All you can think about it is how I would handle your instrument. As you get lost in your own fantasy the blood frantically rushes to your instrument making it as hard as the metal exam table you are sitting.
I shatter the illusion with a snap of my gloved fingers, “are you still with me?“ Your cheeks go red in embarrassment and quickly cross your legs, folding them over your instrument, desperately trying to mask your shame. With a whimper you reply "yes doctor I need something for my nerves”. I turn around and bend over into a cupboard under my desk. I am not an idiot, I know you are starring at my ass, I make sure to wave it side to side to make it look like I am searching for something. It is difficult to take your eyes off it because of my tight black dress highlighting my perfect ass. I think to myself I have tortured you enough for now and turn around only to find out I was right. But I have I job to do so I make you feel relaxed by not acknowledging what you were up to. In my gloved hands lay two white pills. “They are mild sedatives for anxiety, some of my patients get very nervous around me, I haven’t the faintest idea why”. You grab the pills without hesitation and swallowing them hoping they will calm you down. You begin to feel it, these “mild sedatives” make quick work, making your body as weak as your pathetic will. Then the pills consume your sight, you sink into darkness, into the deep sleep I have prepared for you.
You struggle to open your eyelids, it feels as though the world has collapsed on you. It’s a struggle to keep them open or even move. But it’s not weight that prevents you from moving it feels as though your limbs have been tied down. Embarrassment strikes you again as you realise your instrument is dangling above the table, you are tied down on all fours like a beast. All you feel is the darkness creep up on you, the cold metal of my table makes you shiver, and then comes another whimper because you understand you are helpless. Then from above my beautiful exam light shines upon you. Instead of bringing clarity to your little predicament, it disorients you and blinds you. You lift your head up and first you here a clicking sound, it seems far away at first and it draws closer and closer. You try to scream for help but that too is futile because your mouth is taped shut. It wouldn’t of matter if you screamed anyways because it is same sound that you heard at the start of your exam, my high heels. They enter the light and you follow my legs up to my face and you notice instead of my sexy black dress and lab coat I have changed into full surgical entire. Long white latex gloves overlap my baby blue surgical gown. My face is masked but you can make out my eyes and they burn even brighter than they did before.
“Now then patient, you must be wondering what you are doing here. I have many clients who just can’t seem to have a baby, their husbands have horrible sperm counts. So they pay me to get them healthy samples from patients like you with excellent genes. After all who has the time to go through all that red tape. So my little cash cow, I’m going to have to milk you dry and the best way to get the sample size required is through some heavy prostate stimulation But before any of the fun can begin let’s make sure I don’t lose any of precious samples.” I place a sterile, stainless steel pan underneath your penis to ensure I don’t miss a drop. “Now then let us begin this extraction”! I can’t help but let a maniacal giggle escape, I do love taking whatever I want from my patients. I walk over to a tray I set up next to your positioned body, from the table I apply lube to my gloved hands from a dispenser. “This should make them nice a slippery. I bet you have never had a gloved hand job before, it feels even better than slipping around a tight pussy”. I stand next to you and reach for my prize, I grab it ever so firmly. “Just think this is what you wanted, isn’t it? A sexy doctor such as myself to release you, too bad you never thought of it happening like this or maybe you would not have dreamt of it in the first place”. I let another laugh slip, I really cannot help myself it is fun to crush my perverted patients dreams will the cruel jolt of reality.
I begin working my way up and down your shrivelled up shaft, the cold has made your cock limp but I am not concerned, the lube will warm-up back up and then the slick sensation of my gloved hands will take over. Not a surprise, I was right, in moments your tool is mine to use like putty in my hands, I play with it as I see fit. “Remember to breathe, breathe through your nose I can’t have you ejaculate right away, I need to build up the sample size. If I think you are having too much pleasure then I am going to have to punish you, like this”. I take one of lubed up hands off your hardening tool and swift slap your bare ass three times. I can hear the roar of pain you made, although it is muffled it is music to my ears. I resume the extraction, my hands creeping up your shaft to the testicles. I guild each finger over them, meeting at the center of your balls and crushing them in my hand. I repeat the process, slower and slower each time to get my sample flowing. “Good patient, I think it is time to start with the prostate stimulation, this will help ensure I get every last drop out and it may even cause you to give up the samples without an orgasm, doesn’t that sound like fun”? I reach back over to the tray grabbing a thick, black, 8 inch dildo to insert up your ass. I don’t expect it to go in all the way but it will not be from a lack of trying. I dispense lube on the tip of my instrument and begin the insertion. I begin slowly inserting my instrument into your tight hole, the resistance your body is putting up is impressive but it is nothing I haven’t dealt with before. With each inch of progress I make I delicately pull out my instrument to give it a running start and jam it back in. As one hand operates the dildo the other continues to work on your shaft, harder and harder it gets with every motion.
Your limbs begin to tremble, your exerting itself and the only thing you can do about it is give me what I desire. Your breathing becomes heavier and heavier while your body becomes tense. I think I have built it up enough to get a proper sample size so I begin thrusting the dildo in and out of your ass faster. My hand matches the rhythm of the dildo gaining momentum but never going off the rails as grip remains firm. The perfect blend of heat, rhythm, pressure, and lack of breath causes your body to surrender. My precious prize drips out of you into the sample tray. I do my job well as it does not pump out, no orgasm for you, it just pours out like a broken faucet. “Good patient, my client shall be very pleased to have this” I rush the tray into cold storage to preserve my sample. I return back from storage, deposing of my soiled gloves in trash, when I notice tears drip onto my table> I think to myself pathetic little thing, I must of broke it. “Now then you have submitted to me once I expect that you will be more than inclined to do it again. I have several clients who have their ovulation windows opening up this week, so I am going to have to keep you around.” I walk back over to the tray and pick up a dark vial and syringe. I load it with my special sedative, it is much more potent in liquid form and faster activing too as it will be injected into your blood stream. “Now my pet, this should keep you calm until I need to use you again”. Before you even have time to protest I stab my needle into your vein granting you the gift of sleep. “I can’t wait for your next appointment patient”.
Exam Room 1, Part 2
You stammer an unintelligible reply of agreement, distracted by how close my face is to yours.. and I withdraw the tongue depressor and insert my gloved hands into your mouth, spreading it wide open and inspecting your teeth and tongue. Your jaw begins to ache a bit from my firm hold keeping your mouth open wide for examination, when I withdraw my hands and toss the gloves, grabbing a fresh pair. Once those gloves are snapped on, I take an otoscope and thrust it into each ear, leaning close and holding each earlobe in turn. You can feel my breath on your neck as the otoscope presses into your ear canal and you shift slightly on the exam table, causing the paper to crinkle again. The sound is loud in the quiet building, and again you think about whether we are completely alone, and what my plans might be for the rest of this exam… Then I let go of your ears, tossing the disposable otoscope specula in the trash, and push your head back to shine a light up your nostrils. You feel my gloves on your head and face, pushing and pulling it into the right angle. “Good, good..” I murmur softly, and pull out my stethoscope. Placing the earpieces in my ears I begin the auscultation of your chest, the cold metal of the steth on your skin causing you to start slightly. You feel your heart rate increase as the smooth metal moves over your chest, and your hardness increases as well. You shift slightly again- “Stay still” I say firmly, and push you to sit sideways so that I can auscultate your back. “Your heart rate seems.. high..” I murmur, “breathe slowly and deeply and I will check again..” The thought of further auscultation makes your heart rate increase even more as I repeatedly press the chestpiece onto you, listening closely…
Exam Room 1, Part 3
Thank you to everyone for your submissions!! This is the bronze medalist, submitted by andmybodytosurgeons, great job!! Enjoy everyone!
“Lie back,” I say.
There are other positions to preserve your dignity: Sims’ lateral. Knee-chest. I have chosen dorsal lithotomy. Your legs find the stirrups, your knees come apart, and you slowly, reluctantly reveal yourself to me.
I position the wall-mounted lamp and flick it on. You feel its heat immediately and know all of my attention is focused on the illuminated area. Your eyes are drawn there too and it’s almost blinding. I sit between your legs. A silent visual inspection first. You must keep your legs wide open for me but I make no move to ease your discomfort. Once I’m ready I say “I’m going to touch you now” but it’s not like you can say no.
I examine your pubic hair. I gently tug and release. The patch bristles against the blue nitrile of my gloved fingertips. I examine your penis, tracing the veins that travel just beneath the surface, squeezing, and releasing. You still have your foreskin. I grasp the tip, rolling and pinching the skin. I make a mental note to decide what I want to do with it later but I continue for now.
“I need to see underneath.” That’s all the warning you get. I tug down and if your foreskin was tighter you would have screamed. I reveal your glans. It is pinkish-red and gleams underneath the lamp. Healthy looking, but slightly more red around the edges. Irritation, maybe. If it’s sore, you don’t make a sound as I use just the nail of my fingertip to check the nerve endings. The frenulum. I look underneath the flaring glans but you keep yourself clean. We’ll see just how clean, however. I examine your narrow meatus next. You’re sensitive to my touch.
I fiddle with something just out of your view. I’ve prepared a swab and when I have your penis firmly in hand slide it into the urethral opening no more than a couple centimetres. Now you make a noise, the pain brief but enough to make your eyes water. I almost smile. I roll the swab clockwise—you groan and writhe at the tiny motion—and I whisper: “Just making sure you don’t have a UTI.” Finally I remove it. Your chest rises and falls. You were breathing pretty hard.
Testicles next. No lumps. But I want to see if they’re working the way they should.
I stand up and wordlessly walk to the counter in the back of the exam room. My exam gloves come off and I bin them. A mask goes on. Surgical gloves go on. They’re halfway up my forearms, impeccably fresh and white. You only hear the latex creak as I wring my hands together, getting all the air out so the gloves sit tight over my skin.
I return to you to carry out my procedure. When my lubed finger touches your anus, you flinch. I put a strong hand on your pelvis and all you can see are my mesmerizing green eyes overtop my mask. I stare—a warning, perhaps. I can hurt you if I wanted.
My long finger slips in. You fight me every inch of the way. An uncontrollable reflex, or maybe defiance. I feel around, curling my knuckles. Your prostate is where it should be and the look on your face tells me you know I’ve found it. I press on it. I find a rhythm. A second finger now that you feel completely. You don’t like it. You’re still so small and tight. I want to try for three but you’re not properly restrained. Next time.
My left hand finds your scrotum. I leave it alone. You’ll cum if I squeeze your testicles. Clear fluid dribbles from the tip of your penis now. I tug on your foreskin, stretching it, pulling it taut against your glans. It twitches. Now you get hard. I feel you grow in my hand.
You last only a few full strokes. I don’t let go, painfully milking your urethra for every last drop until it’s a flaccid, sticky mess. Semen collects on your stomach and on the exam table paper. I do my duty: I examine your ejaculate that found its way all over my glove. I lean over you and stick a finger in the small pool on your stomach and look at it under the light. “Volume looks good. Consistency looks good.”
I hand you a couple of tissues to clean yourself off with. You leave my exam room with a clean bill of health and wobbly legs.
Contest submission 9/13/17. Thanks very much for the opportunity! -ambts
