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SADISTIC NURSES' TV VICTIM
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My introduction to the delights of Female Domination happened almost by
accident. Indeed, luck, opportunity, and circumstance came together so
neatly that day that now it almost seems like Fate
was working things out.
But let me tell you about it:
My name is Justine Howard, and I work as a nurse for a doctor in a large
city with a general practice. The Doctor, whose name I cannot reveal, is
good at his job, but really too swamped with patients to give them much
personal attention or even keep track of them sometimes, so most of the
routine examinations are done by myself and an aide, a cute little
oriental girl named Miko.
It was rather late on a Friday afternoon when Miko took a call for a
last-minute appointment and managed to schedule it in. She mentioned
that the caller had been rather rude to her on the phone, but that was
probably because of the pain he was in from an aching back.
An hour later, when he arrived for his appointment, however, it quickly
became apparent that there was a lot more wrong with this man's
disposition than mere pain. From my cubicle, I could hear him
complaining to Miko, who is also the receptionist, about the traffic,
the weather, people in general, and Women in particular. His language
was plain crude, as if he had been drinking, and when Miko tried to
politely ignore his veiled insults, he accused her of being stupid--like
all women, he said!
All this was going on in the waiting room, and when Miko brought his
file back to me, I looked at it with interest. Then, I saw the name on
the Folder, Ed Michaels, and something clicked: Janice Wiles, a
girlfriend of mine, had been seriously dating a wealthy bachelor named
Ed Michaels until very recently, when they had quarreled over his sexual
demands of her. I had seen his picture once, and when I sneaked a peek
into the Waiting Room, sure enough, it was him! Dark haired, with fine
features, a little short, and not muscular, but not overweight, either.
"Get him into Examination Room "A" Miko," I whispered, "And try to do it
without the Doctor seeing him. I have an idea for this boor!"
Now I don't want you to think that I had everything planned from the
start. Actually, if I had any plan at all, it was just to cause this guy
a little embarrassment. I was as surprised as anyone at the way things
worked out -- but I'm getting ahead of myself.
Anyway, Miko showed Mr. Michaels to the Examination Room and told him to
disrobe; the Doctor would be in shortly. She could have given him an
Examination Robe, but, sensing my plans, did not.
Meanwhile, secluded in his office, the Doctor asked me if there were any
more patients for the afternoon. I told him there were none, and he took
off for the Golf Course like a rabbit on a Dog Track.
Now, I had things just as I wanted them! I waited Ten Minutes, then
calmly walked into the Examination Room, carrying a clip-board and a few
other things.
"Good afternoon, I'm Doctor Howard," I said aloofly, ignoring his
surprise at being confronted with a fully dressed female while he
himself was nude.
He quickly clamped his legs together and put his hands over his lap, a
bit of modesty that I found very cute - and completely useless.
"Oh!" he squeaked, suddenly very abashed, "Er- where's Dr...."
"With a patient," I lied calmly, "he asked me to do the preliminaries on
you. Now then: where is the pain?"
Wriggling around uncomfortably, he showed me his lower back. I was more
interested in the rounded buns beneath it, but I pretended concern.
"Hmmm," I said, "better have X-Rays. Follow me, please."
I opened the door of the examination room very wide and gestured for him
to come out.
"Oh! Just a min--" He reached for his clothing.
"You won't need those," I interrupted, "it's just down the hall. Hurry
now."
And to my surprise, he actually came out into the hallway, stark naked!
I decided that his unclad condition must make him very docile, and
promptly made up my mind to keep him that way as long as I could.
In the hallway, much to my delight, we passed Miko, and I stopped to
talk to her, leaving little Eddie (as I now thought of him) with nothing
to do but stand there in the nude, now in front of two fully dressed
women!
"Miko," I said, in a detached, professional tone of voice, "please bring
the cream from my office -- the cream in the cabinet there-- to the X-
Ray Room. Mr. Michaels here," I gestured toward the embarrassed man,
"will need it for the new X-Ray techniques."
"Certainly, Doctor," Miko smiled at me, intentionally prolonging things
a bit. "Will there be anything else?"
"Hmm, I don't believe so," I said slowly, "but I'll check in the Lab and
let you know."
"Very well, Doctor," Miko sparkled, "I'll be with you in just a moment!"
And, all too soon, I thought, Eddie and I continued on to the X-Ray
Room.
"Now these X-Rays will be of a different type," I explained to him as he
sat bare-assed on the cold table. "We'll be covering your body with a
special cream, then letting it soak into the skin. That way, we
can pick up your muscle configurations on the machine with a much lower
level of radiation." None of this was true, but I thought it sounded
good, and I lectured in a rather monotonous tone of voice so he'd not
pay too much attention when I slipped in the catch. "Of course, the
cream has a depilatory side-effect, but we generally find that the
beneficial results of the reduced levels of radiation are more than
worth it. I'll need your signature on these insurance forms, by the
way." I handed him my clip-board.
"Oh, sure Doctor." He snatched the clip-board greedily and hastily put
it over his lap, grateful for the concealment. So absorbed was he in his
discomfort and embarrassment that he signed everything without looking:
A complete release, authorizing me to administer any form of treatment I
chose. A legal waiver of rights in a lawsuit, even commitment to my care
for as long as I deemed necessary!
Miko came in then, with the cream. It was a strong depilatory I had
bought on my lunch hour that day. (See what I mean about things just
working out right?) But before I applied it to Eddie, I handed the
papers he had signed over to Miko and told her to file them. And the
look on his face when I took away the minimal cover of the clipboard,
leaving him once more naked in front of two fully-clothed women... well it
gave me a thrill of power even as it got me kind of hot and bothered!
Alone with Eddie again, I put on a pair of rubber gloves and began
soothing the lemon-scented cream all over his body. His chest, arms,
legs, back, even his lower face and pert round buttocks all got lavishly
creamed. And then something happened that I found terribly amusing: He
began to get excited!
I could see his little cock start to twitch and stiffen as I worked on
his flabby chest. His face reddened as I moved down to his ass, and when
I started working around his balls, his pecker sprang to full attention!
I almost broke out laughing, both at the embarrassment he felt and at
the silly uselessness of him getting excited when the only thing I had
planned for him was more humiliation. But I hid my mirth and worked to
prolong his condition, still acting cool and professional, as if I had
seen nothing out of the ordinary.
"Just stand over here, please." I led him over near the X-ray screen.
"In order to get a clear picture, I'll need pictures of you in different
poses. Stand here, with your legs apart, like so. Good. Now raise your
hands over your head, with your arms curved, like a Ballerina. Turn your
head slightly. Now hold that position while I go to the next room to
take the X-rays!"
Leaving him in that silly ballet pose, his cock straining forward, I
went into the next room, and found Miko taking pictures of him through a
see-through mirror that divides the two rooms.
"Good work, Miko!" I smiled. "Of course, I'm not really going to take X-
rays, all he has is a minor pulled muscle, and I'll give him a pill for
that. But these pictures...." Miko continued snapping as I spoke. "Will be
really interesting!"
"What fun!" Miko giggled. "But oh dear, his cute little cock is starting
to sag!"
"I can fix that!" I said, leaving. "Just watch!"
Back in the X-ray room, I approached the naked, cream-covered man,
standing in that awkward pose. I had undone a few buttons at the neck
and hem of my uniform, and intentionally walked rather sensuously up to
him.
"Fine, Mr. Michaels," I said in a warm voice, "now another pose. Put
your hands on your back. Arch your chest out." I stroked his chest
gently as I put his hands high up on his back, forcing him to bend his
arms rather painfully, behind him.
"Now bend your knees slightly, so that your rear sticks out." As I
spoke, I ran my hands caressingly over his legs. Sure enough, his cock
surged up and out once more. I ignored it.
"Fine," I said, when I had him standing there, elbows and knees bent,
back arched, strutting his chest and ass. "Just hold that pose while I
get the X-rays!"
In the next room, behind the one-way glass, Miko was trying to keep from
laughing long enough to photograph Eddie in that ridiculous pose.
"Oh do some more!" she urged. "Make him stand on one foot with his hands
on his head! Or bent over with his face between his knees!"
"Hmmm," I said, "it's tempting. But he might get wise if I prolong this
too much. Besides, I think it's time we moved on to better things!"
Returning to the X-ray room, I directed Eddie to a shower stall in one
corner and instructed him to rinse off the cream.
"Doctor!" he cried from inside the stall over the running water. "My
hair! My body hair is falling out!"
"Why of course it is, Mr. Michaels," I replied, "I told you that cream
had a depilatory side-effect. Don't you know what a depilatory does?"
I handed him in a jar of hand lotion I keep around the office. "Soothe
your skin with this after the last of your body hair is gone. I'll go
develop those X-rays."
When I returned to the X-ray room, carrying a couple of old slides, I
was delighted to see how smooth and feminine Eddie's skin looked without
all that masculine hair. His legs looked silky and well-shaped, and his
flabby chest, now hairless, almost suggested feminine breasts!
But to my annoyance, Eddie had taken advantage of his shower to wrap a
towel around his waist, like a skirt. That was definitely coming off, I
decided. And I had a good idea how to do it!
I gave Eddie a pill to relax his muscles -- that was really all he
needed - and showed him the X-rays. He sat on the edge of an examination
table while I explained them.
"These pictures indicate a rather severe back and muscle problem," I
said. "The usual procedure in such cases is Corrective Binding, to
immobilize the muscles and correct excessive curvature. Basically, we
will be changing the way you stand, walk, and move about. Let's start
with a neck brace."
And before he could protest, I slipped a strong neck brace from our
large inventory of orthopedic supplies, around his neck and buckled it
closed in the back, forcing him to hold his head erect, facing slightly
upward.
"Hmmm," I mused, "it's a start. Feel any better?"
"Yes it does!" Eddie said, surprised. Of course, he didn't know it was
simply the muscle relaxer taking effect.
"That's only the beginning," I said, "Now try this."
From the office storeroom, I brought a strong elastic sacro-iliac brace.
This is basically just like a corset, and it pulled in Eddie's stomach
nicely, causing his hips to swell out beneath and his chest to look even
more feminine. By this time, the towel was no longer wrapped around his
waist, but was simply draped across his lap. I gently grazed Eddie's
chest with my breast as I pulled the brace tightly around his waist, and
I let my silken hose glide against his bare leg. The towel started to
bulge in an interesting spot.
"Now, I think something to hold the shoulders back," I said.
I had intentionally buckled his brace on backwards, so that the fastener
was behind him. Now I buckled an ankle brace onto his right' arm, just
above the elbow, and another one around his left arm. Then I had him put
his hands behind his back and I fastened a leather belt to the braces.
"See what happens as I tighten the belt?" I suited my actions to the
words. "It draws your elbows together behind you, completely relieving
your back of any strain. My, it also makes your chest stick out! How
does it feel?"
The muscle relaxer was at full strength now, and Eddie could not feel
the awful cramp he would get later from having his elbows bound together
behind him.
"Better, I guess," he said doubtfully. "It's awfully awkward, though,
with my arms sticking out behind me."
"Only temporary," I lied reassuringly, "and you'll find you can still
use one hand at a time. Now let's see about corrective shoes."
And I laced a pair of boots onto his feet. Boots with adjustable heels!
They were black leather, and came up to mid-calf. And I fixed each one
with a four inch heel! Naturally, sitting on the table with his back
arched and his head forcibly held up, Eddie couldn't see exactly what
the shoes were.
"Now try walking around a bit," I ordered, easing him gently off the
table. His towel fluttered to the floor as he lurched clumsily forward,
teetering desperately in the heels. I grabbed him, partly to keep him
from falling, but also I used this opportunity to press my breasts up
against his thrusting chest. I let my hand stroke around his privates as
I steadied his hip, and this brought his erection back up to full
attention.
But I pretended to ignore his state and coolly studied his posture as he
stood there, nearly on tiptoe, elbows bound behind his back, head
upturned, waist nipped in. With his smooth skin and feminine
contours, he looked more girlish than ever, especially as the high heels
accentuated his legs and made him thrust out his breasts and bottom.
"You'll need help walking," I said. "Oh, Miko! Come here, please!"
Miko promptly walked in, and Eddie blushed redder than ever at having
another woman see him in his erect state. Also, he got a look at himself
in the mirror, and his eyes widened in shock at the silly picture he
made.
"Mr. Michaels needs some assistance walking, Miko," I said, matter-of-
factly. "Would you guide him around the room, please, so that I may
study his movements?"
"Certainly, Doctor," Miko smiled, She calmly put her hand, fingers wide,
on Eddie's smooth ass arid pushed him gently forward. Oh! It was so
comical, seeing the embarrassed man tiptoeing daintily about! The high
heels made his rump swish saucily with each step, and the bondage on his
arms thrust out his chest in the same jiggling manner. Miko stroked his
naughty bottom gently as she guided him to the end of the room, then, to
my delighted surprise, used his stiff cock as a handle to turn him
around and walk him back to me!
"Ooo! Doctor!" Eddie cried as he drew near. "This is awfully
uncomfortable! And I'm getting chilly!"
"I see what the problem is," I said in a professional tone. "It's in the
jaw muscles. Miko, will you kindly fix Mr. Michaels' mouth so that he
can't open it?"
"Yes, Doctor," Miko said. With calm efficiency, she soaked a big lab
sponge in water and approached Eddie. Swiftly she tugged down on a ring
in front of his neck brace, bending him forward. At the same time, she
pressed the cold sponge against his privates. As he gasped in surprise,
she quickly popped the sponge into his mouth and secured it there by
sticking a wide, flesh-colored, waterproof bandage across his lips!
All this time, I had been at a nearby cabinet, preparing an injection. I
approached Eddie with a wicked-hypo.
"Now hold still, Mr. Michaels," I said. "You'll need two shots in your
chest, and we certainly don't want any accidents with this needle, now
do we?"
He started to mumble something through his gag, then froze in panic at
the sight of the needle. Some people are like that. He just stood there,
petrified, as I gave the injections, first under one breast, then the
other. It was a solution that would work to temporarily swell the
muscles, much used in Italian Gladiator Movies, but unpopular in this
country because it makes the muscles rather soft and malleable, not hard
the way body-builders like them.
Knowing this, I now had Miko help me wrap his chest with flesh-colored
bandages, kneading and shaping Eddie' rapidly-expanding bosom into truly
feminine contours. And then, with sudden inspiration, I gave him two
more shots in his bottom-cheeks!
He moaned in embarrassment as Miko and I led him over to a mirror to
survey the result.
"Why, what's the matter, Mr. Michaels?" I asked innocently. "I think you
look rather charming! In an hour or so, your chest should swell up to
about a Forty-D. Miko and I are quite envious!"
He moaned again, and I think he blinked back a tear.
"Enough complaining," I said, "let's go back and get your clothes so you
can leave."
He was so overjoyed at this command that he went along eagerly, even
obeying my command to raise his knees high as he made his swishing,
jiggling way back to the examination room. You can imagine his feelings,
then, when we got back in the room and I held up a flesh-colored bathing
cap!
"Here are your clothes, Mr. Michaels," I said, calmly strapping the
bathing cap onto his head, tightening the strap snugly so it would cover
his hair completely. "It should be all you'll need at the Clinic! Miko,
you can get Mr. Michael's wallet, check book and keys. Just throw the
rest of his things into the incinerator. What's that, Mr. Michaels? Are
you trying to tell me something?"
He was capering about wildly, screaming--or trying to, beneath the
gag--waving his bound arms as much as he could, and stamping his pretty
little high heeled booties on the floor. Naturally, all this activity
caused his massive, feminine bosom and rounded buttocks to jiggle
wildly. Titties were shaking in every direction, and his bottom was
doing a cute little dance as well! Miko laughed out loud at the sight as
she tossed his clothes down the trash chute. I managed somehow to
conceal my amusement beneath a professional exterior as I spoke:
"Just calm down, Mr. Michaels, and I'll explain exactly why I'm taking
you to the Clinic." I reinforced my order by grabbing his balls, and he
quieted right down, bending forward so that he could look at me despite
the neck brace that kept his gagged, bathing-capped face turned upward.
"You are quite wealthy, and don't work," I explained, "so you won't be
missed in any professional capacity. Janice, your ex-girlfriend, tells
me that you have no close friends or servants, so no one will be looking
for you. In fact, you could drop completely out of sight -- anything at
all could happen to you -- and it wouldn't cause a ripple of concern,
except at your Bank, when your trust fund account began to mount up
because you weren't draining it with your frivolous spending, you see.
Understand?"
He nodded his head fearfully and I went on.
"Under these circumstances, I think a visit to a nice clinic is the
least you could expect, after treating my old friend Janice so badly and
insulting sweet little Miko here, as well as all women! There are much
worse things that could happen to you; don't you agree?"
Another frightened nod from the bare-assed, big-breasted man.
"Very well, then," I said, "to the clinic!"
I clipped a long, stout strap to his neck brace, to use as a leash, and,
on impulse, hobbled his knees about six inches apart, using small braces
connected with rope, the way I had done his elbows. In this fix, his
walk was much more exaggeratedly feminine, bouncing his hips and boobs
quite amusingly as he coped with the double handicap of high heels and
hobbled knees. But when I started to lead him out of the office, he
balked.
"What's the matter, Mr. Michaels?" Miko tittered. "Afraid someone will
see you?"
"Well," I mused, "it's late, and the building should be pretty well
deserted, except for the guys at the Gay Pride meeting downstairs. We
ought to be able to get our little Patient out to your van without too
much trouble," I turned to the quivering, naked man, "Of course, I guess
it would be pretty awful for you if anyone recognized you like this!
Would you like me to fix that?"
Eddie nodded his bald-looking head eagerly.
Of course, I had been planning on putting makeup on his cute little face
all along, but I had waited until this moment for him to play into my
hands. It's so much more fun tormenting a victim when you can get him to
ask for it!
So it was makeup time for little bare-breasted Eddie! First, though, I
changed his bondage to make it easier for me to work on his face. I
bound his wrists together, then cut the strap that secured his elbows,
making certain to leave the braces still on his upper arms. He sighed
with relief as his bondage was thus eased, but not for long. I quickly
made him duck down and I secured his wrists under his legs to his knee-
hobble. He couldn't straighten up!
What a pretty picture he made, stuck in that half-crouch with his bottom
sticking out! Then, working with pure inspiration, I connected his
elbow-cuffs again, this time in front of him, with a wide strap that ran
just under his breasts, lifting them prominently up!
So there he was. Bent over, wrists behind him, under his knees, elbows
bound in front, forcing him to stick out his huge breasts and naughty
bottom lewdly. What a sight!
I sat his big, round, naked rump down in an office chair and began
applying makeup to his upturned face. I put heavy eyeshadow on his
eyelids and mascaraed his long lashes. Powdered his nose and put rouge
on his cheeks. Finally, to finish things off, I painted a smiling,
feminine mouth on his flesh-colored gag with bright red lipstick. All
this time, the poor Dear sat there helplessly as Miko laughed at his
growing transformation. What else could he do?
"One more thing, please Doctor," Miko said. And she applied liquid blush
to his bulging nipples, squeezing and massaging them until they stood
up. And they weren't the only thing! Despite his terrible fear and awful
humiliation, our little Eddie was getting excited again. I deliberately
stroked his cock to full arousal, then snapped a sturdy rubber band
around the base, trapping the blood there, forcing him to remain in a
state of frustrated erection!
"Now," I said, leading him over to a mirror in the waiting room, "anyone
who sees you can see just how much you're enjoying this!"
The sight of himself this way was almost too much for poor Eddie. And
who could blame him? Duck-walking pitifully in his high heels, bound in
a half-crouch position, nude and feminized, with magnificently thrusting
breasts and saucily jiggling bottom, his waist nipped in by the brace
that arched his back, forced by another brace to hold up his feminine
face, and see the entire expanse of his smooth-shaven skin and the
bathing cap that made him look as though he'd been shaved hairless--all
this. And to top it all off, smiling red lips and a rampant cock,
disguising him perfectly as a feminized masochist really enjoying
herself!
"You know," Miko said thoughtfully, "I think Mr. Michaels' disguise
would be more convincing if his bottom were a bit redder!"
"You're right," I agreed, "and I think he needs a name-change, too. 'Mr.
Michaels' is so inappropriate for a nude, feminized creature like this!
Especially with those breasts!"
"In my country," Said Miko, rolling up a magazine from the waiting room
table, "we have a very pretty name: Ushi! I have always thought it
sounded so very feminine!"
"Ushi it is, then!" I secured the leash to a door knob, so the bound
and transformed creature at the other end of it could not move. Then I
rolled up a magazine for myself.
"Let's christen her!"
For nearly fifteen minutes, Miko and I slapped pain into Ushi's
naughtily upturned bottom with the rolled-up magazines. By the time we
stopped, our arms were aching and we were panting from the excitement.
As for Ushi -- the former Ed Michaels -- her ass glowed a bright red,
positively radiating heat! Tears streamed down her prettily made-up
face. But her lips never lost their painted smile, and her cock stayed
humiliatingly erect!
"Enough -- for now, anyway," I panted. "Let's get her to the Clinic!"
We got Ushi downstairs and out to Miko's van -- duck-walking in her bent
over bondage -- without anyone seeing her, to my mild disappointment.
Once in the Van, we tied her behind us with her head between the bucket
seats. Then we unbuttoned or uniforms completely, Giving Ushi an
excellent view of our nylon-clad legs and dainty undies as Miko started
the Van.
"Where to?" Miko asked.
"Head for the Outerbelt," I said, "I know a couple of girls -- real man-
haters -- who own a small farm out in the country. They manage to
maintain their alternate lifestyle by supplementing their income
by boarding animals!"
"How charming!" Miko smiled. "Our little feminine Ushi can live in an
animal pen until she has been properly trained!"
"Yes," I said, "the girls will love feeding her female hormones and
training her in Domestic Duties. Of course, she won't be allowed to wear
clothing as such, but if she's good, perhaps she'll be allowed to have a
Maid's cap, apron and heels."
"Ooo! And pretty black net stockings,?"
"Could be," I said. "Anyway, every month we'll remind Ushi of her former
identity by letting her write the name Ed Michaels on a generous check
to pay for all this. Then, in a few months, I'll bring her ex-girlfriend
Janice out to see her. It ought to be quite a thrill for them both,
having Janice see the man who acted so snotty with her, transformed like
this. And of course, by that time we'll have trained our little Ushi and
taught her all sorts of pleasing techniques," I licked my lips
meaningfully. "And when Janet sees how well Ushi 'serves us, perhaps
she'll allow her to come back, as a sort of live-in maid and sex toy!"
"It sounds delightful," Miko sighed and put a warm hand on my bare
shoulder. We both shivered pleasurably at the contact. "What fun this
weekend will be!"
Down below, between the seats, I thought I heard a muffled sob.
That was some time ago, and things turned out pretty much as I said.
Miko and I are room-mates now -- well, perhaps a little more than room-
mates -- and we often reminisce about the sexy fun we had, trapping and
feminizing Ushi. Lately, I've been screening the male patients a little
more closely, looking for another one that we could catch.
I've discussed it with Miko and I think we've agreed on just who our
victim will be. We're just waiting for the right opportunity.
Meanwhile, I get a thrill just writing this, and wondering if perhaps
our intended prey will unknowingly read it.
How about you?
THE END
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