Unusual Phone Sex Fetish: The Medical Choice
I was so excited to learn of the new site we have just launched: unusualphonesex.com. I have written two bios so far. One for smoking, one for tickling. My next will be a much loved fetish called medical fetish. I got hands on training with my friends Mistress X and slave richard. They had a wonderful play room in their vintage L.A. home. When you entered the kink room, the focal point was the medical table, surrounding it were shelves of toys. How sexy that was. Unusual phone sex fetish is a site that was made for me.
A Very Obedient Boy With A Very Demanding Dominant Femdom
One slave I have who would love being tied to the medical table with restraints is slave andre. He is so very submissive and willing to try anything I demand because he is a true slave with an open mind. He is not afraid to voice his dislike of a fetish, but it is my ultimate decision. Make Mistress happy, I will break you in gradually. He adores and worships Femdom so the final experience will be bliss. Cuckolding fantasies were difficult for him at first. Now he thrives on them happily.
Hobble Humiliation In 5″ Heels
This picture sent by slave r known otherwise as richard is his latest humiliation guided by his Mistress . Along with this photo, dressed in a rubber hobble and 5″ pumps is a little story:
“Mistress and I spent four days at a friend’s farmhouse in Maine…it was so incredible to get to be loud again-ha. The farm is great…and it has a LOT of things. I’ve ended up naked and tied to in the middle of day or at dusk/evening…so THAT was nice”.
Brave Slaves Always In Demand
As always I am always grateful to have brave slaves as client boys and real time friends into the kink creativity lifestyle. So r says the 5″ pumps will soon be 6″. The exaggerated foot in a 6″ pump always looks so painful. They are at the end of the day, and the rubber hobble is beyond uncomfortable. Good boy!
Medical Fetish Possibilities
So many possibilities are involved in the medical fetish. Doctor or nurse? The doctor with a nipple clamp stethoscope or the nurse with a big electrode thermometer. What about a hanging gauge to measure the weight of the balls. Experimentation with ball busting to relieve pressure in the sac. Ball milking to determine if the sissy has paternal promise.
Stirrups And Speculum Please
As I throw around ideas for the medical fetish. Feel free to comment on what you imagine a successful session would be like being tied down to a medical table. Stirrups or not with speculum for the would be sissy girl. A real man with a milking. I would love to hear your thoughts!
Mistress Cassandra 1-800-730-7164
Thank you, Mistress. I love getting to be a good boy for you.
Thank you so much for feeling my picture worthy of your prose. I’m honored.
And, yes–along with the 6″ heel, I’m also getting a tighter/more restrictive hobble skirt. New measurements that have the skirt incredibly tight from the KNEES down. Walking is supposed to be so difficult, it’s rare any step is over an inch (my current hobble skirt allows for difficult, wonderful 3-4″ strides, though that makes the hem stretch a lot, so I avoid it).
And now you mention that 6″ heels will cause pain. I honestly hadn’t thought of it–the 5″ isn’t uncomfortable at all. But, I imagine you will enjoy the image of me limited to one inch strides, walking back and forth in the new 6″ heels. Thank you for mentioning me. Respectfully-
slave richard
Now I can imagine you in the ballet heels with that hobble, now that, is painful…oops Ms X may just do it. Thanks for chiming in. It’s nice to have you around 🙂
Dear Mistress-
First–thank you so much your using the picture of me in my 5″ heels and my hobble skirt. It’s always such a thrill when you enjoy exposing and revealing me in public. Thank you, as always. Thank you!
I’ve been informed that your ballet heel comment has changed my life. It had not been on the table/never mentioned here.
And now, I’ve been told that I’m being trained for the most severe ballet heels. And that they are the logical conclusion to my training in my next extreme new hobble skirt (and no doubt it will be my last, as its been custom made and cannot possibly get tighter and still allow for “walking.” . I understand they will be the highest ballet heels possible…with the narrowest heel available.
I had never had a second of thought about ballet heels. Or a first thought! I’d really never heard of them.
So, thank you, Mistress Cassandra. Your response is what introduced the topic. Mistress said she was thrilled that you’d suggested it and wanted to thank you, as always. She ordered me to thank you for increasing my helplessness and suffering. To thank you for making my life more difficult and incredible.
And Mistress says she misses you and can’t wait to see you. Needless to say, I cannot wait until you two are humiliating me, dressing me up, using me medically, letting me wait on you hand and foot…ignoring me…laughing about my years of teasing and denial…My years in the custom made chastity cage…i can’t remember when I last had an orgasm. And you have been a wonderful friend, and often brutal co-conspirator with Mistress regarding my denial. Thank you.
I will first before anyone else, of course, send you the pictures of the new skirt. The 6″ heels. And the terrifying (thank you) ballet heels.
With respect and humility
slave richard
I cannot wait to see you in these ballet heels with photo. You are welcome of course. Now and then a real submissive will come into A Femdom’s life enriching it, making her true nature reach fruition. Send Mistress my love. I miss her too. Until we meet and play again 🙂
Dear Mistress Cassandra-
Thank you for the command to write about one of the most incredible nights (totally surrendered into the hands of you and Mistress) of medical play in my LIFE…if I were ever again allowed to jerk off, and come again, I would come endless times, remembering images and feelings from that unbelievable night with you and Mistress. But, of course, I certainly will never jerk off again, and I pray I get some more orgasms. But that night was unforgettable. Thank you.
I apologize in advance for the length, Mistress.
My memories are probably most concrete and specific and the action is described as well as I can, but I know that in writing about the second half of the torture, I will become less coherent…
The first half of my medical treatment that night was incredibly cruel. My feet bound to the stirrups. My ass completely vulnerable. My hands were bound above my head, like on a rack.
From the start, you both only called me “the subject.” The subject was to be silent unless spoken to. You and Mistress talked about me like I wasn’t even there. And terrified me when I heard, “we need to see if the subject is even capable of making it through this demanding examination.”
Without a word, the cage was removed. I was shocked. I couldn’t remember the last time I was let out.
I remember being told to close my eyes, and then feeling a gloved hand put something small in my ass. Three or four things I could feel as they got pushed deeper and deeper.
Mistress said: “it will be interesting to observe the subject over some passage of time. As the subject has no idea that he may have just had four suppositories or four placebos shoved up his ass. Or, actually, a mix. All of it amuses me. It should give the subject more to think about.”
Next was my dental gag, holding my mouth painfully open. You took out a pair of rather large nipple clamps, and smiled as you pulled off the rubber so only the metal would bite my chest. You pulled as much nipple as you could, and put both of the savage clamps on. The pain was enormous. I was now bound so the nipple clamps were attached to a chain pulled tightly around my cock. My ass was still in the air. Then the tens unit came out.
Leads were attached to the metal. You added a few more acupuncture needles that had all been strung together with copper wire, making every needle deliver pain at the exact time as every other needle.
When all the needles and metal were connected, Mistress turned on her tens unit. It was stronger than any I’ve ever felt. Capable of causing a great deal of pain, and she was, and you were, in the mood to make me suffer.
As she turned the knobs up, I felt my cock and nipples, locked up to a constant stream of painful electricity. When Mistress passed the comfortable pain level with the needles, she turned them up higher than she ever had. By far. I realized I’d never been put through this and what was coming. I writhed while you two laughed. I saw a couple of people at the door, watching me writhe. Mistress turned it much higher and more painful…my whole body was controlled. Then Mistress left the painful electricity on, and stood in front of my exposed ass.
She said that this wasn’t just a physical, but an experiment to see when subjects break down totally.
Violent contractions ran from the needles in my face, to the needles stuck everywhere. Including between my toes and on the soles of my feet, which was so agonizing, it caused brutal cramps in my feet, yet it would never stop and the cramps got worse and the cramps eventually climbed to my frozen and cramped calves. I dreaded it climbing another inch towards my thighs and torso. There was so much exhausting pain and I was worried my whole body would eventually cramp up and I’d be taken over.
Mistress went into her bag and brought out three metal dildos. She told me The first was a 6″ moderately wide one. Next to it, the same things except they were 8″ and 10″ long and were much thicker. She slid in the smallest and I wanted to groan with pleasure.
All attached to metal leads, and soon my ass was sharply contracting and releasing. After a couple minutes, I was memorized, it felt like I couldn’t speak for the first time that night.
For a time, the electricity was turned off, and I felt so weak…like I couldn’t move under my own power.
Then I felt it. The electric sound. At first, you only used it as a sound. But then, again, the pain was set at what I hoped was the top setting. Usually sounding feels incredibly good. But this was so painful. My cock was being brutalized. Mistress left the electric sound in. Both of you said it looked like the subject was weakening. And one of you said, “too bad. They’ve got a lot in front of them.” I was seeing stars.
I started losing all control after I’d been tortured for over an hour (thank you). At this point, my memories come in and out, though some are, clearly, unforgettable. But something had noticeable shifted. I was in pain, terribly exhausted. The biggest metal plug now, making my asshole uncontrollably spasm over and over and over, as it reduced me to an empty vessel, run only by pain and obedience by this point.
I asked if I could lie on the floor and was granted permission…and collapsed in a fetal ball while my body was relentlessly tortured. Along with my ass, there were again clamps on my cock and nipples, shocking me numbly. I could barely feel anything now other than my cheek on the cold tile of the floor and the steady torture.
I Remember details as they drill deeper into my head with every time I revisit that night…you and Mistress…an assault of images…when you’d both reduced me to a medical subject in a way I’d never been…I had absolutely had no defense…it wasn’t a game…it was real…I’d been broken and I loved it….I realized that I couldn’t (not that I EVER would, even if capable) stop anything in the world that was happening to me on that floor…I would have toppled at the lightest touch, let alone being prodded and penetrated…I was truly helpless, feeling EVERYTHING you were both doing to me, but absolutely unable to move
I hadn’t noticed any other people for a while…and, to my horror, the room was full…with the crowd leaving you and Mistress space to work and experiment on me…but otherwise packed standing room only in the small office.
I was on the ground in a ball, electric shock on Mistress’ cock, connected to nipple clamps again, and a very violent relentless vibrating huge dildo up my ass after you’d stretched and prepared my ass with the speculums…and I was trying to find yours or my Mistress’ boots to lick…I searched the floor…seeing blurs of black and white tiles from the floor…, my body jerking and spasming on the cold floor and I was delirious…but I could barely move or think…it felt like I’d never stand on my own again…
So I stuck my out my tongue to lick your boot deeply and ecstatically and it turned out, I’d greedily and audaciously licked and desperately slobbered all over another Domme’s vinyl boots…and, as she stood above me, I realized I needed to fully clean her boots. Another boot, a man’s, was shoved into my face. And so it went, while you and Mistress turned the electric shocks higher, but I only spasmed. My body was broken…I licked for much longer…when the original room emptied…but after I had made the mistake of licking the wrong Domme’s boots…she announced that everyone should do it with my Mistress’ consent. The two of you laughed. “However you keep him where he belongs. Underfoot. He’s a boy who knows his place. Have fun. Feel free to remind him what he is and what he’s doing. Feel free to humiliate the boy as he serves all of you.”
I was blissful. I thought oh my god, thank you, ma’am and I filled with bliss that I’d get to lick every single boot, shoe, foot.
The next I knew, my head was rolling on the ground and I’m licking everybody’s feet. I beg as I lick. I’m laughed at by some. I hear a woman’s voice say that she knows what her slave is doing next party…as I’m licking her stockinged beautiful foot, she snaps, “Look up at me.” I bent my head so I could look up into her eyes and still lick her shoes and stockings. Some took full advantage of Mistress’ permission to humiliate me. I’m spit on. Several times. I’m ordered to swallow the spit of anyone who spits. But I’m told I must wait until I’ve been spit in five times before I get to swallow. And I must now always look up at my tormentor, one after the other. I lose track of how many times they spit in my eyes. I’m blinded and covered and I realize I would suck a room full of cock to have my face entirely covered in come.
I lick. I get laughed at and spit on and in repeatedly. Relentlessly. So many mock me. Even 24/7 slaves. actual slaves laugh at me. One man said to his sub, “He’s the lowest, most debased slave I’ve ever seen. Spit on him, slut.”
She does. Several times. My eyes and face are smothered in spit…
I’m reduced to begging to lick strangers boots…reduced to a groveling, mindless, pathetic creature of bliss…thank you…
After I’d served everyone, You and Mistress say with me and took everything off and out of me. You both nurture me. I’m incredibly happy, but I can’t speak. I can’t get up.
It’s time to leave the room and I can’t stand. and then, unable to move for so long after that you both ordered two men to bring me to a couch, but when they arrived, Mistress said, “he only needs one of you. In fact, he’s far too weak to deserve anyone’s help.” She turned to me. “Is our subject the weakest man in this room?
“Yes.
“Then thank this man for wasting his time to carry such a weak and pathetic subject.”
“Yes Mistress.” I looked up at the enormous muscular man. “Thank you.”
You snapped, “that is not what you were instructed to say.”
I couldn’t believe this. Now I had to say it. “Thank you for wasting your time to carry such a weak and pathetic subject.”
and everyone watched…as the man carried my helpless body in one arm to the couch…I was like paper in his hands…ecstatic…broken…I’d never seen someone broken…and had no idea what was happening as I was broken. I had no idea how it could possibly feel. It’s incredible. Thank you. Mistress says hi. Thank you,
slave richard
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slave richard has been busy today, I’m amazed he remembered all of this as I recall about 80%. I’m grateful for the recall. It was the most amazing night. Remember the German fellow who turned his ass to me and pointed to his ass and bent over…for fucks sake, who do you think you are. Then I took my booted foot and sent him along with a great shove.
I’m new to your blog, but not to the site or medical fetishes. Your blog intrigued me. I love sounding on cam for mistresses, having my balls and cock tired tightly (sometimes at the same time) and otherwise submitting to whatever mistress wants to perform on me. I’ve had a lot of experience with Mistress Olivia, Mandy and Delia and am always looking for new experiences. I hour I can find the private time to give myself to you.
Looking forward to playing. Give me a call when you have the privacy