Sadistic Nurse

Rarely had much in the way of medical fetishes. Even during my prostate exam my doctor doesn’t inspire any kinky thoughts. I’m just glad that I trust her.

Having had some exceptionally fine nurses when hospitalized I’m a big fan of nurses. No way I could imagine putting up with all that.

And I’ve never seen an actual nurse wear anything like the nurse garb you see in fetish costume catalogs.

But all kinks come to those who wait.

Trolling the usenet Femdom binaries one night I ran across a series of photos of this petite, cute young woman in a stereotypical nurses outfit: all white with a red cross on her cap. She had red hair. Red hair is a transcendent fetish that cuts across every aspect of my sexuality, males females, kinky or just plain not-chocolate.

While dainty the redheaded nurse had that self-assured look that is more exciting in a dominant than playmate attributes.

About this time I was deeply wounded. My life with my then lover was rotten and would soon end. I’d returned to BDSM fantasies with passion. They were violent, rough fantasies. After first being repelled my mind began to get itself around cbt.

The young nurse became my imaginary cbt goddess.

Clothespins on my cock initially were all I’d dream about.

Becoming quickly habituated that the clothespins became alligator clips.

Later those clips were connected to some electrical device.

Eventually capsaicin was added.

And cock whipping.

Finally all of the above combined and probably tortures since forgotten.

Funny where looking at photos of a cute little redhead can take the masochistic mind.

Whether the nurses outfit and genital torment had a direct connection or it was just an accidental combination I don’t have a clue.