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."