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🔞— 24 — medfet/breathplay/bdsm enthusiast ❤️‍🩹 Sometimes I'm an artist — MINORS DNI — they/them

[idkwidhbih]

This is a kink/fetish blog. If you don't want to see that, ignore or block me. MINORS DNI.

About me

Hi there ! I'm a 24 enby (they/them) entity from France and you can call me J.

I decided to finally have a blog about my kink and fetishes and fantasies after ignoring it and being in a big denial because of shame.

I'm pansexual/panromantic (yes you can do jokes about cooking pans) and I prefer to be dom. I love having control. ❤️‍🩹

I do love attention so feel free to send asks or messages!

I'm diagnosed with BPD so sometimes you might see stuff about all the shit going on in my head.

Side medical RP blog @domurderandlustmakemeaman

❤️‍🩹What I'm into

Medfet, mask kink, breathplay/asphyxia/anesthesia play, uniform/military kink, BDSM, roleplay, CNC, experiment kink, blood kink, subject/doctor(scientist) relationship, pain stuff, nitrile gloves, forced somnophilia,(...)

🚫No way

(you can still interact, that's just not my things)

Scat/uro, diapers, vomit kink, regression, dental stuff, pregnancy, non CNC rape,

DNI

Minors, pedo, zoo, racists, homophobic, (...) all this shit

Feel free to send me a message ❤️‍🩹 Send me asks of whatever you want ❤️‍🩹

[idkwidhbih]

Hello hello, I'm very sorry I'm not active here.

My baby, my soulmate cat is doing bad. I'm trying to be with her as much as I can and I don't feel like writing kinky stuff or even RB stuff.

I'm doing everything I can to help her, my grumpy old lady. I know she's old but it's hard to see her like that.

Take care of yourself and the ones you love

[nosoc0mial]

Underrated thing. When you're sitting on the exam table and it reclines slowl. You lose sight of what's going on and have to stare at the ceiling. Bonus points for a drape to block your view or a restraint of some sort to keep the head from moving too much

[seafoamilk]

Okay, we’re ready to get started. You’re going to take a little nap for me. I’m going to put this mask on you. Just focus on whatever you want, it’s just oxygen right now.

I just want you to take big deep breaths for me sweetheart.

There you go, you’re doing such a good job. Don’t fight it honey.

[malpractices3]

[malpractices3]

[anesthesialove]

Periwinkle

Matt knew he was being irrational. That knowledge did absolutely nothing to help.

The moment he saw the operating room doors, panic surged through him with a force that stole his breath.

"I can’t do this," he said. The nurses exchanged a glance, their eyes wide over their blue masks.

"Matt—," Nurse Jenna started.

"No," he interrupted firmly. His heart pounded. The hallway suddenly felt too bright, too loud, too real. "I'm not doing this."

The bed rolled forward. His panic spiked.

Without fully thinking, he swung his legs toward the side of the bed. Both nurses reacted immediately. The gurney stopped moving and gloves colored somewhere between purple and blue reaching towards him.

"Matt," Nurse Jenna said firmly.

"I'm leaving," he replied, determined.

"No, you're not," Nurse Melissa said, blocking him.

He tried to sit up. Jenna was already there, both hands on his shoulders pulling him back.

"Matt, stop," she demanded, exasperated.

"I can't do this," he said, voice cracking. He tried to get up again. The movement was clumsy, driven more by fear than actual intent, but it was enough.

The nurses became much firmer.

"I’m not doing this anymore," Melissa declared. She pulled a medium-sized, clear syringe out of her pocket, popped the cap off, twisted it into his IV port, and pushed the plunger.

“What are you doing?”he asked desperately as coolness flooded his veins. “What’s that?”

“Versed,” she said. “This will make you relax since you’re incapable of doing it yourself.”

He stared at her, shocked by her bluntness and frozen by fear.

“You can’t do that,” he whined as she drained the syringe and untwisted it.

"Look at me," Melissa said firmly.

"No," he said. He tried to say it firmly, but it came out whiny.

"Matt,” Melissa started. “Your appendix is about to burst. We need you to listen to us so we can help you.”

"I said no,” he whined.

“I don’t care,” Melissa responded. She looked over at Jenna and said “We need to get him to the OR now.”

He started to sit up again. His vision blurred this time.

“Woah,” he said, surprised. “What was that?”

Gloved hands guided him back against the mattress. Not rough. Not angry. But firm and decisive.

"The medicine is starting to work," Jenna explained. "We're done trying to sit up."

"I disagree," he said, trying to sound strong but actually sounding childish.

"We know," Melissa said indifferently, retaking her position behind his head to push the bed.

"I mean it,” he said childishly again.

"We know that too," Melissa said, keeping her hands on his shoulders as she started pushing.

Ethan tried to sit up again. The panic wasn't logical anymore. His brain was screaming get out.

"Ethan, stop fighting us," Jenna said.

"I don't want this," he said desperately, tears cascading down his cheeks.

"I know,” Jenna said. “But you need it.”

"Let me go,” he replied.

"No," Jenna said. The answer came immediately. Firm. Certain. Clinical. “We're not letting your appendix burst. It could kill you."

The resistance lasted only a few more seconds as the versed kicked in.

“Woahhh,” he said with less tension in his voice, but still a defiant look in his eyes.

“Looks like the versed is working,” Melissa observed, shooting a look at Jenna. “Let’s go, quickly.”

They pushed him down the hallway. He watched the square ceiling tiles roll by. They stopped briefly so Jenna could scan her ID card, then continued through the OR doors and stopped next to the operating table.

“Okay, Matt,” Melissa said. “Scooch over for us, please.”

“Nooo,” he replied. “I won’t wanna.” Melissa huffed and looked around the room.

“Ladies, can you help us transfer him, please?” Melissa asked the three other women in the room. “He’s very resistant, but the versed has calmed him down a bit.”

“Sure thing,” one said as they all walked over. One joined Jenna on his left, the other two went on the other side of the table and reached over to grab the blanket he was lying on, and Melissa held his head.

“Okay, ladies, on three,” Melissa declared. “One… Two… Three!”

At that moment, Jenna and the new nurse on his left started pushing him. The two other nurses yanked the blanket, and him with it, onto the operating table. Melissa moved with him, keeping his head steady with her hands holding the sides of his head.

“Good work, ladies,” Melissa said as he settled onto the table. “Can we do straps real quick?” she asked as the bed got pushed away.

“Good thinking,” Jenna said, raising an arm rest from beneath the table and placing his left arm on it. That was quickly followed by a Velcro strap tightening around his wrist.

Soon after, he felt straps secure his right wrist and both ankles. Jenna handed a wide strap across the table to another nurse, which tightened around his waist.

The realization hit him hard. There was no escaping this. His breathing became rapid.

"Oh no,” was all he could say. The fight drained out of him all at once. "Oh no no no no..."

His eyes darted around the room. The restraints weren't painful, but they made him feel trapped. The panic rose higher.

“Matt,” Jenna said as she stepped closer and enveloped his left hand with both of hers. Her voice lowered, "You are okay."

"No, I'm not,” he whined. His eyes were full of tears.

"Yes, you are,” Jenna reassured.

"I'm freaking out," he said, the dam breaking as tears flowed down the sides of his face.

"Yes, you are,” Jenna replied. The answer surprised him. No argument, no denial. Just acknowledgment.

Melissa appeared with a silver tray of syringes. She put it down on the cart behind him, turned around, and placed her hands on the side of his head. She rhythmically stroked his cheeks with her thumbs. The simple contact caught him off guard.

"You aren’t alone…" Melissa started, but then stopped, so the words would sink in.

Ethan swallowed hard. His hands trembled as his eyes overflowed with tears.

“I’m the boss here,” she continued. “I’m in charge of your wellbeing. Nothing happens in this room without my say so.”

He wanted to respond, but a quivering lip and a stream of tears was all he was capable of at the moment.

“Ally, Sarah, please come over here,” Melissa said, as if to prove her point. “Ally, please bring the IV fluids and pulse oximeter, Sarah please bring the heart monitor stickers and tissues.”

He heard the sounds of gloves being pulled out of a box and put on with a snap. Footsteps quickly approached.

“Matt, Ally is going to hook up your IV fluids and a pulse oximeter,” Melissa explained. “Then, Sarah is going to put a stickers on your chest and wipe your face.”

He saw movement to his left and turned his head. Melissa moved her hand so he could see, and gently started running her fingers through his hair. A large, clear bag of liquid was hung on a pole by a blonde nurse with purple-gloved hands, there was a long, winding, clear tube coming out of the bottom. She unfurled it and approached the IV in his left hand.

“Hi, Matt. I’m Ally, I’m going to hook up your fluids here,” she stated. “You won’t feel anything, it just twists onto the IV. Once I start the drip, the liquid might feel a little cool in your vein.”

She gently twisted it on, and then began the drip. He watched as the clear liquid travelled down the tube, little bubbles disappearing at each connection, and then entered his vein. It was cool, it felt good.

“You’re all set,” Ally said. “Next, I’m going to put this pulse oximeter on your pointer finger. It’s very soft and comfortable.”

She took his left hand in her purple-gloved left hand and slid the pulse oximeter on with her right thumb and pointer finger. It was soft, he didn’t mind it at all.

“That’s it,” she said cheerily. “Go ahead, Sarah.” As he turned his head to the right, he locked eyes with Melissa.

“You like it when I play with your hair, don’t you?” she said, more statement than question. “You seem more relaxed and you’re breathing easier.”

“Yeah, I like it,” he said begrudgingly. He continued turning to look at Sarah as Melissa repositioned her hands to hold the left side of his face and play with his hair with her right.

“Hi Mike, I’m Sarah,” a dark-haired nurse with piercing dark eyes said. “These stickers help us monitor your vital signs. First I’m going to put the stickers on your chest. They might be a little cold, I apologize in advance if they are.”

He didn’t reply. She peeled the first circular pad off the sheet. Then she leaned in close, lifted the collar of his gown with her blue-gloved left hand, and placed the sticker on the left side of his chest with her right. Then she peeled the second sticker, leaned in close, lifted the collar again, and placed this on in the middle of his chest. Then she peeled the third sticker, leaned in close, lifted the collar, and placed the final sticker on the upper right side of his chest. They felt a little cool, but he liked it.

“Okay, Matt,” she said. “That’s all the stickers. I’m just going to attach the wires now, then you’ll be all hooked up.”

She leaned in close, lifted the collar once again, and used her right hand to put the wire near the sticker. He could hear the magnetic snap of it clicking into place. She then repeated the process for the other two stickers. She then double checked all of them, giving them a gentle pat to make sure the stickers were on and the wire was secure. The machine behind him started beeping.

“You’re all set, buddy,” she said. “Now let’s clean you up, hold still, please.”

She approached his face with a tissue, first cleaning the left side, making sure to get every tear that ran down the side. Her blue-gloved hand settled above his forehead.

“Now look neutral for me, please,” she directed. He did, and Melissa helped maneuver him while still gently brushing his hair. A slow, absentminded motion. The sensation was unexpectedly grounding as Sarah gently cleaned the right side of his face.

“Good as new,” Sarah said as she pulled away.

“Thank you,” he said. He still didn’t want to be there, but they were taking good care of him.

“You’re welcome,” she said as she walked away.

His eyes closed for a moment. When he opened them again, Melissa was still there.

Still running her fingers lightly through his hair. Still completely unbothered by the fact that he'd tried to escape ten minutes earlier.

“Hey guys,” Ally said as she returned. “Doc is almost ready, she wants to know how long until we begin?”

“Less than 5 minutes,” Melissa responded. “Tell her we’re starting preoxygenation now.” She reached back and picked up a clear mask attached to a long, corrugated tube.

"I’m sorry," he whispered, tearing up again.

"Nope," Melissa said indifferently.

"Huh?" he said, confused.

"We're not doing the apology thing,” Melissa stated. “It’s not necessary.”

"I was difficult…" he started but promptly got cut off.

"You were scared," Melissa interjected.

"Same thing," he said.

"Not even close," Melissa replied, holding up the mask. “Take some deep breaths for me, this is just oxygen.”

The clear mask with the blue rim descended and landed on his face, held on securely with her gloved hands. It was soft, but she applied pressure to create a tight seal. It smelled plasticky.

All he could see was the operating room lights in the blurred through the mask and framed by her tightly-gloved fingers. He tensed up. Jenna sensed this and started massaging the back of his hand with her thumb.

“What color are your gloves?” he asked.

“Pardon?” Melissa asked, shooting a quizzical look at Jenna before looking down at him.

“Ally, are you here?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied softly as footsteps approached.

“Can I see your hand?” he asked.

“Uh… yeah I guess,” she said hesitantly, holding her hand out above his eyes so he could see them.

“Ally’s gloves are purple,” he explained. “Sarah, can I see your hand?”

“Um… sure,” she said, holding her hand out next to Ally’s, but from the other side.

“Sarah’s gloves are blue,” he explained, looking up at Melissa. “Yours and Jenna’s gloves are in between those colors, what’s that called?”

“I just always called them purple,” she said indifferently.

“Can I put arm down?” Ally asked as Sarah nodded along.

“Yes, thank you, ladies,” he said. “They’re not purple, what’s the color called that’s a mix of blue and purple?”

“I don’t know,” she said, shaking her head. His breathing gradually slowed as the conversation faded.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

"You’re doing great," Melissa said. “Keep it up.”

"I hate this," he said.

"We know,” Melissa said.

"I really hate this," he lamented.

"We know," she replied, not quite agitated but getting there.

She brought her hand back to gently coming through his hair again. Slow. Predictable. Steady. The kind of motion that gave his mind something simple to focus on besides fear.

None of the nurses seemed in any hurry. None acted annoyed. None looked frustrated. Just patient. Confident. Certain. As though his fear was something they had seen a hundred times before. Because they probably had.

“Cobalt?” Jenna asked suddenly.

“Maybe,” he said turning to look at her. Melissa and the mask moved with him. “I feel like there’s a better word.”

“Cornflower blue, maybe?” she asked? “Like Barney’s tie in How I Met Your Mother?”

“Haha,” he laughed, remembering that moment. “That was a funny scene. That’s closer, but there’s another word I’m trying to remember but can’t.”

“Please look neutral, Matt,” Melissa instructed, gently beginning to turn his head back to center so he was looking straight up. “Chin up, nice big breaths,” she added while gently tapping her middle finger under his chin to urge him to comply. He begrudgingly did.

A few moments of silence followed. He continued breathing deeply.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

“Can they make masks that smell better?” he asked, inhaling plasticky air for what felt like the millionth time.

“No, they can’t,” she asked. “But, being tired of the smell means it’s time to make you tired.”

Ethan’s eyes widened immediately. He knew what that meant. His pulse jumped again.

"No,” he said firmly.

"A smaller no this time," Jenna observed as she squeezed his hand reassuringly.

"It was still a no," he said.

"Sure was,” she acknowledged. Sarah saw how tense he was. She held his right hand with hers, and gently tapped his bicep with her left.

“Everything is okay, Matt,” Sarah said, rhythmically tapping his bicep.

“Ally, could you please start the meds?” Melissa asked as she turned with her right hand and twisted a knob on the machine.

“Sure thing,” Ally responded as she picked up a medium syringe off the tray. “You won’t feel anything, Matt,” she said as she popped the cap off, twisted it into the port, and pushed the plunger.

His grip tightened around Jenna’s hand. She let him.

"We’ve got you, man," Jenna said. “Keep breathing deeply.” Ally removed the now-empty syringe, put it back on the tray, and grabbed another one.

“How many-“ he started to ask, but got cut off.

“Just focus on breathing,” Melissa said firmly. There was a hint of sweetness in the air now.

“Ohhhh,” he said as the smell got stronger. “What’s that?”

“Nitrous,” she replied. “I will keep you calm and relaxed.”

“How can I be relaxed when I’m being forced into a surgery I don’t want?” he asked.

“Versed, nitrous, nurses holding your hands, and me playing with your hair,” she rattled off. It did sound fun as she said. “Just breathe, you’re in good hands.”

The nitrous took effect quickly. Within a few breaths he as grinning and started to giggle.

He saw Ally put the second clear syringe back on the tray. She then picked up an enormous one filled with a thick, white, milky substance. This syringe was huge. His brain was screaming on a loop NONONONONONO!

“Matt, you’re going to start to feel sleepy soon,” Melissa said as Ally connected it to the port. “For this one, it’s common to feel warmth in your vein and a metallic taste in your mouth.”

He continued screaming internally. NONONONONONONONO! I don’t want this! Let me go!

“Okay,” was all he could say outwardly, resigned to his fate by nitrous, versed, and nurses calming him down. Ally pushed the plunger and the medication began flowing. Warmth invaded his arm.

"Oh, yeah I feel it." Ethan's eyes widened as the stinging travelled up his arm. "I don't like it."

“Most don’t," Melissa said as she continued playing gently with his hair. “You’ll be asleep soon, start counting back from 10 if you want to.”

“Ten.”

Jenna continued holding his hand and stroking it with her thumb.

“Nine.”

Sarah’s left hand rhythmically tapped his bicep while her right hand kept holding his.

“Eight.”

The soothing touches kept him grounded as the medication began its work.

“Seven.”

He started to feel lighter, as if he was floating.

“Six.”

The metallic taste intensified. He did not like it.

“Five.”

Ally put the now-empty syringe back on the tray. She picked up another one, same size, same thick, white liquid. She attached it to the port and pushed the plunger. NONONONONO.

“Four.”

His thoughts became slower. Softer. The edges of his fear started to blur.

"You’re doing great, Matt," Jenna’s reassured. Her voice seemed farther away now.

“Hehe, periwinkle,” he said ominously.

The nurses all looked at each other they had no clue what he was talking about.

“What was that, Matt?” Melissa asked.

“You and Jenna’s gloves,” he explained. “Peri- whoa. Periwinkle.”

“Oh,” Melissa said. “That’s fun to say.”

“I can’t believe I thought of it all drugged up,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Me neither,” Melissa said. “I’m surprised you’re still awake. Let go, enjoy a nice nap.”

His eyelids grew heavy.

“Pick a nice dream, buddy,” Sarah added.

The room lost some of its sharpness. Melissa tightened her grip on the mask and tilted his head back further.

Jenna gave his hand one last reassuring squeeze.

“See you soon,” Ally said.

Ethan tried to answer. The words wouldn't cooperate.

For the first time since arriving at the hospital, he stopped fighting. The fear was still there. But it no longer felt like something he had to face alone.

“You’re in good hands, Matt,” Melissa said. “We’ve got you.”

His eyelids fluttered. The anesthesia won as his eyes rolled back into his skull and his eyes drifted closed.

The last thing he felt was Melissa’s hand moving gently through his hair and Jenna and Sarah’s hand wrapped securely around his own. Then everything faded into darkness. There was silence in the OR for a moment.

“We’re wearing periwinkle gloves,” Melissa said to Jenna with a smirk and a giggled.

“Haha, they totally work on us,” Jenna laughed. “What a weird guy.”

“Yeah, but at least we don’t have to deal with it for a while,” Melissa said. “Undo his gown, let’s get him prepped.”

[xsyringexboyx]

First date idea: Strapping me down to an examination table, running a full body inspection, and whispering praise about how good I’m doing

Not too much to ask in my opinion

[idkwidhbih]

Aw I know you don't like it when the mask comes down. But I enjoy it you need it. I don't want you to scream too loud, that's why I give you some medicine to breathe.

[iwillputyouunder-deactivated202]

"Let me show you where you will stay!" Dr. Robertson said cheerfully. Her heels made a clacking sound on the linoleum as she walked in front of him. He noticed her slim figure under her immaculate white coat. When the doctor opened the door to lead him into the room, his first reflex was to run away.

Steve didn't know what he had expected. The clinic had looked like a luxury hotel from the outside. He had imagined a tastefully decorated room with dark wooden furniture, a comfy bed with many throw pillows and a big flat-screen TV. The room he was entering now was not a luxury suite, but a fully equipped intensive care unit! He could see a hospital bed in the middle of the room. Next to it was what looked like a ventilator. Long corrugated hoses were attached to the machine; they were hanging neatly on a stand, ready to be picked up by the nurse. To the left were several machines with screens and a stand with syringe pumps. "These rooms were only added last year to keep up with the growing demand for this type of treatment," the doctor said proudly. "We have only the latest equipment. During your stay you will be constantly monitored and we will continously adjust your medication. That way we'll ensure that your treatment is successful!" He noticed that the window went out to the beautiful park of the clinic but something told him he wouldn't be able to enjoy that view tomorrow....

On the way back to the doctor's office they passed other treatment rooms. As one door opened and a nurse stepped out, he caught a glimpse of the patient in the room. The patient was lying on the bed, his head streched back on a pillow. There were tubes coming out of his mouth and he had been hooked up to the ventilator. Intravenous lines lead from the syringe pumps to the patient's arms. A nurse was busy injecting a fluid from a big syringe. The doctor caught his look. "This patient has almost finished his treatment," she said. "He will spend the night here and should be able to be transferred to the ward tomorrow!" Steve swallowed hard. Tomorrow it would be his turn...

After strict instructions not to smoke or eat anything, Steve had been lead to the room where he was to spend the night before the treatment. It was not a luxury suite either, but comfortable enough. He checked his phone. Sabrina had sent a message. "Love you, darling. Be brave. Will come and see you tomorrow!" Steve looked at the message. He was so lucky to have found this woman. He and Sabrina wanted to marry and have kids. Steve he wanted to be a good husband and father. But as drug addict...  - no, from  tomorrow on he would be a recovered drug addict, he told himself.  "Ultra-rapid detox under anaesthesia" Dr. Robertson had called it. Steve did not want to be put under but he told himself that he would conquer his fear and go through this treatment so that Sabrina could be proud of him. He knew that it would not be easy, despite the positive results that Dr. Roberts had promised - he'd read all possible complications mentioned in the small print on the consent from. But Sabrina had been so supportive all the time that he could not step back now. "You can do this!" she'd told him when she'd dropped him off at the clinic. Steve thought of the patient in the room, hooked up to the ventilator. He did not sleep well that night...

"Today is the start of a new life for you," Dr. Roberts said as she put the intravenous line into his arm. Steve watched as the nurses hooked him up to the monitors. "Yes, I - I think so," he said. He knew that the doctor wanted to make friendly conversation to ease his fear, but the desperate wish run away and cancel the treatment was becoming bigger with each minute that he spent in this room. He tried to catch a view of the park with its green lawns outside to distract himself but was quickly drawn back by the doctor who was busy preparing the anaesthesia machine. Steve saw her connect an anaesthetic mask to the long corrugated hoses. "Well, Steve, it's time" she said. "I told you already that once you're asleep we will put you on the ventilator. We will also insert a gastric tube through we will give you the medication that will be the key to your new life. The whole procedure should take about six hours, depending on how you respond to the treatment. Now lie back comfortably!" It took Steve all his willpower not to turn his head away from the mask that he now saw in the doctor's hands. "Lydia will now inject the anaesthetic," the doctor told him," ...  and I will help you to breathe!" Dr. Roberts gently put the the mask onto his face. Now everything went too fast - Steve noticed a light burning sensation as the medication entered his vein, then he was quickly drawn under by a powerful force. He soon could not keep his eyes open any longer. "Shh, my dear," he heard Dr. Robert's voice. "Everything's fine! Now take a deep breath from the mask for me!" She tightly sealed it onto his face and then started to ventilate him with the breathing bag....

Of what happened next Steve would later only remember isolated sounds and sensations like parts of a big jigsaw puzzle. No matter how long he searched, he would only get together some bits and pieces, the rest was forever lost - washed away by the anaesthetic that had been injected into his bloodstream. 

He remembered briefly waking up after the breathing tube had been put in. He had coughed and gagged but he had been held down by the nurses while the doctor had fixed the tube with tape. The nurses had also kept him down while Dr. Roberts had inserted a second, thinner tube into his mouth and pushed it down his throat. He had gagged and struggled -  but in vain! "Shhh, Steve'", he'd heard the doctor's voice. "Don't fight it! The tubes will have to stay in! We want you to get better, so we'll have to start the treatment now! While the nurse had ventilated him with the bag, the doctor had picked up a big syringe, connected it to the gastric tube and injected the first dose of medication. Then she had connected his breathing tube to the ventilator. He'd felt his chest rise with the first artificial breath. In... out.... in... out ... - the machine breathed for him.  He was drawn under into an endless cycle of injections and artificial ventilation - his new life was about to start..

"Hello, my dear. I'm here! I'm so proud of you that you did it!" Sabrina's voice speaking to him - another memory that the anaesthetic injections had not been able to wipe out.  "Do you think he can hear me," she'd asked.  "We cannot be sure - we're giving him quite a high dose", Dr. Roberts  had answered, "but it might be that he can still hear you!" "When can you let him he wake up?" he'd heard Sabrina say. "That depends on how well he responds to the medication. He showed quite a strong reaction after we let him first wake up - unfortunately that made re-intubation necessary. He'll stay here for at least another day, maybe longer. Don't worry! You can't do anything for him now. We'll call you when he'll be ready to leave." Then there had been steps and the click of the door being shut - Sabrina had left. Next he'd felt the doctor's gloved hand on his head. "No, Steve, we won't let you go very soon! Those tubes will stay in for a little longer. And why should we take them out? This is your new life! You're going to stay with us! Here you won't have to worry about anything, my dear -  not even about your breathing!" Then she had picked up the breathing bag and had started to ventilate him again. A slight pain had told him that more anaesthetic was being injected into his IV. He felt it travel up his arm. It got hold of him, carried him away, took him to a wide path in the park between the green lawns. He followed the path that lead him into his new life...

[furlonggm]

Love it.

[medicallover18-blog]

Where do i go for this treatment?

[lamboraven]

I love this story, absolutely sounds like a situation I'd be happy to wake up to

[idkwidhbih]

No one asked to know that but I came home and cum blood and it was kind of hot

[idkwidhbih]

I'm ghosting Tumblr but I'm gonna have my periods so I'm gonna be horny again I'll promise

[whumpymumpy]

sketched some straitjacket whump hehe

[patientbunny]

she was laying there on the table, half exposed and half draped in blue sheets and blankets and access lines and wires. her wrists were pinned down. she felt cold and hot under the heat of the lights above her. "i don't like this," she said and she wasn't sure if anything came out at all or if she yelled it. someone appeared above her, their face the other direction. she could see their eyes only but couldnt read their expression. "stop," she tried again, and then their gloved fingers were grasping under her chin and jawline and their was something cushioned pressing against her mouth and nose. it smelt like fruit and polish, sweet, intense, and she was holding her breath and trying to shake them off but it didnt work. the top of her hand hurt, it was pulsing she couldn't look down to see that, couldnt bring her wrist up, couldnt move her face even. her own eyes, she was tired, and she hated this and she was a bit disoriented. it felt like the room was breathing around them. heavy and weighted. a whooshing noise in her ears like air hissing in a tube. she looked up and she saw two faces this time, she couldnt tell if it was the same person twice or two different faces, two different eyes, masked and gowned and sleepy, that was her, she was sleepy, and was there three, two, one, she could hear them counting aloud for her, that helped, and her eyes closed.

[sedatedreverence]

You're being so incredibly obedient today. Keep looking at me like that, and I might even forget to be clinical.

Do you want me to hold your hand while I work? Would that help you be less afraid of me?

Oh, my poor darling, you have nothing to worry about.

[martyrkult-deactivated20180206]

[idkwidhbih]

Hot weather is killing me once again

I'm not that much active here rn because I'm with my family and I don't want to be surprised scrolling on Tumblr like a freak lol

But pls take care of you and drink water 🫵