Formal complaint to the head of medicine

Dear Sir,

I must lodge a complaint

in the strongest terms

about the behaviour of my colleague, Dr X.

On Saturday,

Dr X requested my presence in room 405

of the Alpha Medical Inn in Azabu Juban, Tokyo.

She was treating a patient,

Ms Y,

who confessed to having violent fantasies

and had been restrained.

My assistance was urgently required

so I went there with all haste.

As you know, I have been researching a radical new treatment

for violent patients,

involving the application of [Wartenberg pin-wheels](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wartenberg_wheel)

to sensitive parts of the body.

Dr X had already applied a wheel to Ms Y's nipples

but was seeing very little progress.

In stubborn cases such as these

I have found that simultaneously

stimulating the upper body

and the lower body

(using an even sharper pin wheel),

can result in a break-through.

With Ms Y's legs securely spread wide,

we proceeded to work together.

Ms Y struggled and protested

as is typical for an unstable patient.

I could tell we were on the edge of a break-through.

I suggested we remove her panties

but Dr X said it would be "indecent".

As the senior doctor,

I overruled her.

I released Ms Y's legs from the stirrups

and proceeded to pull down her panties.

I must have been distracted by Dr X's continued protests

because Ms Y managed to kick me in the chest

and I stumbled to the ground.

Before I could get back up,

she was somehow free of her restraints

and upon me.

Not only did Dr X not come to my assistance,

she joined in the attack!

The combination of surprise, violence

and Dr X's vice-like grip on my manhood

meant that I was quickly immobilised.

They immediately set about stripping me naked,

at which point they began mocking me

and laughing hysterically.

I enjoy a joke as much as the next person

but this was a step too far.

I have been informed many times,

most recently by my mother,

that my genitals are no laughing matter.

They then fastened me, spreadeagled to a bed

and proceeded to torture

the most sensitive parts of my body.

Medical instruments were used in highly inappropriate ways.

Ms Y threatened at various points

to remove my ears, nipples and teeth

and I am grateful to Dr X

for persuading her not to.

Ms Y then proceeded to shave my thigh

and sterilise it with alcohol

at which point she punctured my skin with 10 (ten!) needles.

Professionally speaking it was excellent work.

I would have told her so

but every time I tried to speak

she slapped me in the face.

At this point,

Dr X removed her own panties

and mounted my face.

She demanded that I "eat" her "pussy".

I refused.

She repeatedly struck my testicles with a riding crop.

Seeing no other option,

I began to perform enthusiastic cunnilingus on Dr X

(I believe that if a job is worth doing,

it's worth doing well).

Much to my dismay,

despite my skilful tongue bringing her visible and audible pleasure,

she continued to strike my testicles.

I enjoy non-consensual sexual activity

as much as the next person

but this was a step too far.

I have been informed many times,

most recently by my mother,

that my skills at cunnilingus

are well above average.

Having complied with her demands,

it was extremely poor form of Dr X

to continue to strike my testicles

with a riding crop.

What followed was approximately one hour

of utterly unprofessional behaviour from Dr X,

assisted by Ms Y.

I will not describe it in detail,

suffice to say that

I will be unable to attend your lectures

on Cognitive Behavioural Therapy

for the foreseeable future.

I am utterly shocked by Dr X's behaviour today.

I have been nothing but kind and supportive of her.

Every day, I complement her

on her clothing, her physique and her odour.

Until now, her work has been excellent

and I often express my approval

through kind words

or an encouraging pat on the buttocks.

This is how she repays me?

Now I believe her to be mentally unstable,

unfit for her duties

and I can no longer work alongside her.

At first I feared we would have to terminate her employment.

This would be most unfortunate

as she has an excellent medical mind and body.

Out of kindness,

I wracked my brains for another solution

and thankfully,

I believe I have found one.

It is my expert opinion

that Dr X can be rehabilitated

and I would be willing to overlook this entire incident

if you were to require Dr X to undergo

daily private therapy sessions

under my exclusive supervision.

I have already begun intensive therapy on Ms Y,

who was captured soon after the incident described above.

She has had a remarkable change of attitude,

although there is much more work to be done.

I feel quite certain

that Dr X would benefit greatly

from several of my cutting-edge techniques

and could return to work

in just a matter of months.

Yours faithfully,

Prof Naruho Dofu M.D. B.Sc. B.Dsm.

P.S. Mother sends her regards.

 

Rope Bites

Rope

You are in full flow now.

My arms are locked.

Rope encircles me.

I want to tell you that I am yours.

You would laugh.

Does the spider care what the fly thinks?

My breath, my eyes

tell you everything.

Pulling me to you with the rope.

Pushing me away with your foot.

There is no conflict.

I will be exactly where you want me.

A loop around my neck,

closed by your hand,

on the edge of blood,

then loose.

Nothing hurts as much as almost.

I sigh.

You smile

as you reel me in.

My face is buried in your shoulder.

I open my mouth without thinking.

You inch backward

and slowly drag me down

all the way to the floor.

I wait.

Bites

Your body is folded onto the floor.

Your head is at my knees.

I hear your breath change

as I tense the rope around your neck.

I pull you upright

and sit my thighs on top of yours,

pinning you to the floor.

I slowly undo the wraps.

The rope slides,

whispering secrets to your skin.

I lean back to watch.

Your whole body twitching, craving,

trying to squeeze the last scraps of feeling

from every inch of rope.

I drape my arms over your shoulders,

and pull you in.

Your face rests on my shoulder again.

"Was there a moment back there

where you almost tried to bite me?"

I feel your head nod.

"I do like being bitten.

Maybe I could let you have a nibble."

Your head shifts.

Your mouth is on my shoulder.

"Don't get ahead of yourself.

Embrace me".

Your arms wrap around my body.

Your fingers cling to my shoulder blades.

With one hand I grip the hair on the back of your head,

pushing you against my shoulder.

With the other hand,

I reach for your most sensitive spot.

I feel you tense up,

pulling me in.

"Everything has a price."

I wait until you relax.

"Bite me."

I feel your teeth begin to press.

Just a tingle on my skin.

I start to squeeze.

I feel you hesitate.

"Don't be shy."

Your jaw starts to close,

compressing my muscle.

Pain starts to bloom.

I match your strength.

I hear you grunt.

Your jaw goes slack.

"That's the best you can do?"

I wait one breath.

"Try again."

You bite down.

No stronger than before

but you hold it longer,

letting go with a whimper.

"That will not do.

Maybe there's a better way.

Bite now, pay later...

Let's try again.

Bite now."

Your teeth close on me slowly.

I do nothing in return.

You push past your earlier attempts.

Finally I feel it,

I try to pull back.

Your arms are powerful on my back

locking me in place.

I hear you moan.

I feel you shiver.

The pressure drops off.

You relax.

"That was nice...

Pay later".

I start to squeeze,

following the pace and strength of your bite.

Your whole body stiffens.

You pull me in tight again.

This time no power, only desperation.

Trying to bury yourself inside me.

I keep going.

You are grunting, moaning,

breathing raggedly,

mumbling something,

almost struggling,

knowing that will only make it worse.

I hold,

enjoying your rapid breath on my neck,

then release.

You slump against me.

I run my fingers through your hair,

scratching your scalp and down your neck.

We breathe together for a little while.

"I think we're getting somewhere.

Let's try again.

Harder this time.

Take your time.

We have all night."

Cage Pop

We get through the door.

Home after a lovely day together.

"Who's been a good girl?"

"I have!".

"Doggie want to play a game?"

"Woof!"

She starts to pull off her clothes.

Socks, top, jeans, bra.

Scattered everywhere.

A big mess,

she'll pay for that later.

I stand in front of her

and wrap her hands,

turning them into paws.

I go behind her

and wrap a hair band onto my wrist.

I take her hair in my hands,

pulling, uncomfortably tight.

"Wouldn't want you to end up

in a sticky mess.

Not yet anyway"

The bands slips off my wrist.

A couple of twists later,

her hair is in a neat pony tail.

"On the floor, doggy."

"Woof!"

She gets down on her paws and knees.

I reach down and fasten a collar with a leash

around her neck.

"Into your cage."

She gives me a look.

"Who knows best?"

She smiles.

"Woof!"

She goes through the door of the cage.

"Into the corner, no peeking".

She makes her way to the corner

and puts her face to the floor.

I reach in and feed the leash

through the bars,

tying it off with plenty of slack.

She can move freely within the cage,

she just can't come out.

I take a lollipop

and clamp it half-way up one of the bars.

"Who wants a treat?"

"Woof!"

"We're going to play a game.

You can look now.

There's a lollipop for you."

She turns around.

Her face lights up.

Impatient, paws inching forward,

waiting for my words.

"Stay...

Here are the rules.

You can leave the cage

when you've sucked the lollipop

down to the stick.

No biting.

If you bite it,

we'll just start again

with a new lollipop."

"Woof!"

"The only other rule is that

you have to look at me.

No closing your eyes

no looking around.

I have some work to do

but I'll be checking.

If I look at you

I better see your eyes looking back at me.

If I catch you not looking at me

you'll be punished."

"Woof!"

"Good girl.

Suck your way to freedom.

If you work hard,

I'll give you some scratches." 

Making hiking kinky again!

I was hiking yesterday with someone kinky. Neither of us are big hikers, so there was a lot of unscheduled stopping to catch breath. We came up with a rule:

The person who stops to rest gets groped.

It made the hike a bit more fun. So we were thinking about how this would work for a bigger group.

• Obviously everyone has to consent before you start. In particular
• It was just light, over-the-clothes groping, you could go further but hiking is hard enough...
• Sexual orientation, can anyone grope anyone? This is supposed to be an incentive to keep going :)
• Doesn't apply at real stopping points, forks in the trail, scenic viewpoints, real rest stops etc.
• Watch out for other hikers! Maybe you can be discreet even when other hikers are there.
• Is it mandatory? Do I have to grope you or can we just both have a rest?
• If you stop, can you grope back?
• With more than 2 people you need to decide how things work when A stops and B is groping A, then C catches up. Does C
• Get to do any groping?
• Grope A? So the first person who stops becomes everyone's victim.
• Grope B? So you get a kind-of chain.
• Grope anyone who is stopped? So now it's just a free-for-all between people who stopped.
• You're there to hike! Don't just stop and get groped!

Have fun!

Did Tarzan make me kinky?

I have early memories

of sexual feelings and excitement

from danger and pain.

The best explanation I can come up with

is the old black-and-white TV shows and movies

that used to be shown on morning TV,

on weekends and every summer break.

There's one scene that stands out in my memory

and I found it

https://www.facebook.com/warnerarchive/videos/tarzans-desert-mystery-clip/10154304576461563/

I haven't seen this since I was maybe 10.

It's funny because in my memory,

the woman was trapped by the web

but actually it was the child.

That clip is sooooo knky.

It's so full of BDSM excitement!

It's got the sexy lady

and the hunky man

(in those days there was a lot more wobble in a hunky man!).

The child is restrained by the web

and going to be eaten!

That sounds super creepy

but remember at the time,

I was a child.

The evil guy is also bound and helpless

and dies horribly,

eaten by a monster.

It's not a big thing for me now

but I definitely had fantasies about being eaten by a monster.

Even the man-eating plants

that trap Tarzan

are S&M.

Look at him,

almost naked,

struggling in a cage.

Lots of other old shows

had damsels in distress.

Tied up,

chained to a train track,

trapped in a room where the walls squeeze in.

I don't know if these shows made me kinky

or if I liked watching them

because I was already kinky.

I guess the latter

because lots of other people watched them

and didn't become kinky.

Or maybe they just never acted on it.

But I do think fed something

that was already there.

Side-note.

I was surprised to find that "D.I.D." (ディアイディ?),

for "damsel in distress",

is a term in common use in Japanese kink.

I don't think I've heard it used in English.

I can remember a game I used to play

when I was maybe 8.

I would play it on Saturday mornings,

after watching these shows.

I would try to climb up onto a bed

from the floor.

The duvet would slip and I would struggle

maybe I would fall down,

maybe I would make it to the top.

I was imagining climbing a cliff,

like in a scene from these shows,

maybe rescuing someone

or maybe dangling above a pit of monsters.

I didn't understand it at the time

but I definitely gave me some kind of feeling.

It's the same feeling I get now.

That fear, that excitement of being trapped,

knowing what is coming,

unable to stop it.

That moment when she drags the crop slowly across my skin.

My breathing stops involuntarily.

My body is on red alert

but only she knows when and where (or if)

the crop will land.

I think I like that tension,

that loss of control,

more than I like the pain itself.

Wanting what I fear.

Fearing what I want.

It's hard to say.

Of course if the pain never comes

that's no fun :)

So did Tarzan make me kinky?

I don't know

but he definitely helped.

What made you kinky?

Forgiveness

You come in the door.

I'm sitting on the throne across the room.

It doesn't feel right

but you begged me,

"anything you want."

"Strip. Leave your clothes in a neat pile.

Don't make a mess".

You do as you are told.

"Crawl over here,

on your hands and knees".

You get down and slowly make your way to me

across the hard floor.

You stop in front of me,

still on your hands and knees,

looking up through your hair.

"You want forgiveness.

I don't want excuses or explanations.

Do exactly what I tell you,

and earn your forgiveness."

Your eyes are fixed on mine.

I think about what we once had

and what you did to destroy it.

"Put this on",

I point to a ring gag near my feet.

You pick it up

opening your mouth wide to take the ring

and fastening the strap behind your head.

"Tighter".

You open it up again

and pull it tight.

Your mouth is stretched wide

as you fasten it again.

"Put this in",

I point to a buttplug.

You lube it up and push it into place.

You manage to keep eye contact with me

the whole time.

If you had been this well-behaved before,

you would not be in situation.

"Behind your back",

I point to a pair of cuffs.

You close one over one wrist

then reach around to find the other

behind your back.

I hear it click closed.

"Come here".

You walk forward on your knees

until you are close to my legs.

I put my feet by your knees,

stopping your from coming any further.

I open my legs.

"Start sucking".

You lean forward but you're a little too far away.

You almost lose your balance

and pull back.

I give you a disappointed look.

"Do exactly what I tell you".

You lean forward again,

this time you reach the tip of my cock

and slip it inside the ring

before falling forward onto my legs,

impaling yourself,

gagging as my cock hits the back of your mouth.

I feel your tongue starting to get to work.

I move my feet,

allowing you to shuffle forward,

but spreading your legs open as you do.

No longer helpless

You start to lick and suck and pump me in and out.

I reach for a crop

and bring its tongue to your crotch,

probing, teasing, threatening.

You do not break your rhythm.

I pull it back and land a sharp blow between your legs.

Your eyes widen but you do not falter.

I grab you by the hair

and push deep inside you,

hitting you harder and harder,

testing your will.

I can see the pain of each stroke in your eyes

but when I release you,

you resume pleasuring me,

just as you were told to.

What a fabulous fuck-hole you would be.

I want to tell this

but what would be the point?

I have no intention of letting you get me off.

I let you work,

keeping eye contact,

not smiling,

not reacting at all

to the tremendous effort you are making.

Can I forgive you for what you did?

After some time,

I let myself go soft in your mouth.

Grabbing your hair,

I pull you away.

To your credit,

you keep trying until the last.

I stand up

and walk over to look out of the window.

"Go to the bedroom.

Lie on the bed face down,

legs spread".

You start to stand up.

"Go there on your knees!

You may straighten your legs to get onto the bed."

I make a cup of tea

and think about what it would mean

to take you back.

The excitement,

the chaos,

the pain.

Would it be any different this time?

I silently walk to the door of the bedroom.

Exactly as I ordered,

you are face down,

legs spread.

The butt plug shining at me.

I think for a minute about what I'm about to do

and it makes me so hard.

I get on the bed

and move into the space between your legs.

I place my hand on the small of your back

and one knee on each of your legs,

pinning them open.

I start pulling on the plug,

out and in and out and in again.

Watching as your butt hole grows and shrinks.

Finally I pull it all the way out.

I lower myself down onto your back.

I place one hand on your head,

pushing it hard into the covers.

With the other hand,

I guide my cock into your asshole.

I hear your muffled groans as I work my way

deeper and deeper inside you.

I relax, releasing your head.

I move that hand to your throat

and the other hand to your nipple.

Pounding your ass as I choke and torture you,

biting your ears and neck,

cutting off your screams

as I control your breathing.

Listing off your sins and offences against me.

Calling you every name I can think of.

Belitting you in every way I can.

Knowing that I will never do this again.

My decision is made.

Finally I burst inside you.

I collapse on top of you,

burying my face in your hair,

filling my mouth and nose

with that familar smell.

I lie there for a minute

listening as your breathing slows.

I lift myself up

and free your hands.

Your arms fall by your side.

I kneel beside you

and undo the straps of the gag.

You turn your head

and I take it out of your mouth.

You flex your jaw

but say nothing.

I get off the bed

and walk to the side of the room.

I open the top drawer and take out a collar.

Our collar.

I was afraid to even look at this before now.

"Kneel at the end of the bed."

I walk back

and stand in front of you,

looking down.

You are silent.

You know you have no right to speak

but you beg me with your eyes.

Anything I want.

Maybe I should have taken more.

I offer you the collar.

You seem almost nervous

as you reach up to take it.

Then a familiar look inhabits your face.

My eyes are fixed on yours

as I kneel into it.

I bow my head

and hear the collar click.

I am yours again.

Forgiveness.

Tie: Decorative foot tie

Taught to me by Waka at MilkyWay.

1. Start with a base knot on the thigh, near the knee. Tight enough to not slip. The tail of the rope should go inwards (towards the other leg) from the top.
2. Spiral down coming out on the shin, avoiding knee bones.
   
3. Spiral down once more coming over the outside of the ankle.
4. Bring the rope between the big toe and first 2 toes.
5. Point the foot at this point.
6. Wrap it behind to the outside of the foot and around twice, coming back towards the ankle on the second wrap. This catches the stem.
7. Go behind the foot and bring it between the last 3 toes to come back on top.
8. Bring that under the stem towards the inside and wrap one more time. Key point we are now spiraling back up the leg in the opposite direction.
9. Cross the stem and go back under and make a のの字, first going toward toes, under the stem again, then reversing back towards the ankle and under the stem.
10. Wrap once more catching the heel then come behind the ankle to meet the original spiral on the shin
11. Make a のの字 every time the ropes meet
12. Finally tie off somewhere suitable.

Notes

• Rope goes through the toes in opposite directions. First from top to bottom, second from bottom to top.
• Make sure to spiral out in the right direction.