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.

 

Story: Endless

Another email comes.

I click the link.

The movie player opens.

I shouldn't watch this

but she wants me to.

I still remember every moment.

----

"I have a special task for you.

A kind of a test.

If you pass it, you will receive the ultimate reward.

If you fail, your punishment will be endless.

It will be difficult

but I made you mine

and I trained you

because I thought

you had what it takes.

I know you love me more than anything

and you have shown me that you are strong.

I hope you have what I need."

She leads me into the room.

It looks the same as always.

The table, the collar,

crops, floggers, cuffs, chains, ropes

and all the other tools she uses

to perfect my worship.

"Kneel, facing the corner.

Wait for my instructions.".

I kneel.

She slips a blindfold over my eyes.

For the next few minutes she is busy.

Doing what, I cannot tell.

I wait.

No cuffs.

These days, we only need them

when she wants me to extend my limits

or inflicting some severe punishment.

No collar?

That's always the first thing...

I hear the familiar sounds of metal and leather.

After some minutes, I hear her voice.

Something is different though.

Her voice is distant...

"Do not move until I tell you to.

Just listen.

As you well know,

pain, fear, danger, all heighten the senses.

Sometimes I like to explore those feelings.

Without an owner, this is tricky.

I have planned an experience for myself

and you will serve it to me.

You will follow my instructions exactly.

Do not be afraid.

You know well how to inflict pain

and I know my limits.

Remove your blindfold,

come to the table

and tap the screen."

The screen? This is new.

I stand up, turn around,

and remove my blindfold.

She is standing beside the table,

stunning as always

but what is going on?

Her mouth is held open by a ring-gag,

her knees spread apart by a metal bar.

A black leather collar, the collar,

is fastened around her neck.

Her arms are behind her back.

Otherwise, she is naked, exposed and vulnerable.

I walk over and check.

She has the cuffs on her wrists,

the keys lay on the table.

Is this a trick?

I have never seen her show an ounce of weakness

but I have pictured this before.

Since we first met,

I have fantasized about making her mine

in every way imaginable.

When I asked, she said she would consider it

but in the end I let her own me.

My first and only time.

It was the only way to keep her

but I have never stopped thinking about this,

and she knows.

She grunts through the gag.

I snap out of my thoughts.

She fixes me with a stare,

she is impatient.

Another grunt

and she motions to the table with her head.

I see a tablet with the words "tap here" on the screen.

"Forgive me. I was surprised",

I tap the screen.

Her voice again,

"This tablet will give you my instructions.

Listen carefully.

Do exactly as I say.

Use the tools I tell you to use

in the ways I tell you.

No more. No less.

You are not gagged.

You will need your mouth

but do not speak to me,

do not question my instructions.

As always, you are a tool for my pleasure,

under my control.

Tap once more to start the program."

I tap the screen.

"Warm-up. Light spanking.

Let's get the blood flowing

and get you over any hesitations you may have.

Attach my collar to the ceiling chain.

Make sure there is some tension in it.

Blindfold me.

Take the riding crop

and strike me as instructed.

Don't be shy.

I want to feel it.

Do not disappoint me.

I created the program

but it has random elements,

so I do not know where you will strike.

You may surprise me sometimes

and tantalize me others.

You already know my style."

I take the chain that hangs from the ceiling

and slip it through the ring on her collar,

pulling it up until I feel her weight.

I fasten the chain in place with a clip

and go fetch the crop and blindfold.

As I slip the blindfold down,

over those beautiful eyes

I see her pupils are wide with excitement

but she is staring at the wall,

like I don't exist.

I check the screen to see a list.

"Generated targets

Pussy.

Pussy (harder).

Tits (both)

..."

Her knees are spread wide

her pussy is open a little.

I should strike her with a riding crop?

I want to

but what will happen if I do this?

Will she punish me?

Probably.

If I disobey it will be worse.

I take the crop and line up.

I use the tongue

to tease apart the lips of her pussy.

I hear her take a breath.

She tenses up.

I draw back and strike.

She gasps a little.

That sound.

Usually it means I have surprised her,

served her some intense pleasure,

with my worship.

That sound triggers something.

I feel myself start to get hard.

Until now I had felt nothing at all.

I was too stressed out by this whole situation,

but now, my blood is pumping.

This exquisite woman is helpless in front of me.

Before I gave myself to her,

I had owned many women.

Made them beg for mercy or beg for more.

I thought I knew what I was doing

but she has taught me so much.

If this is what she wants,

I know exactly what to do.

Still, I must be careful.

I must follow her instructions.

She never stops amazing me.

Bound, gagged and spread open

yet somehow she is still in charge.

Pussy. Harder.

I draw back a little further

careful not to give any hints.

This one will be a surprise.

It lands with a whack,

catching her on an exhale,

turning it into a low groan.

She takes a breath.

I see her tongue press against the back of her teeth.

A slight shudder, as she breathes out,

tells me that I hit the mark.

By now I am rock hard.

I am not allowed to touch it

without her permission

but she has not caged it up.

Will this task require me to fuck her?

She would never let me, would she?

I look at that gag.

Her mouth held open.

The ultimate reward?

I picture her choking on my cock,

her nose pressed into my crotch,

pleading for mercy with those big eyes.

She leaves nothing to chance.

There must be a reason for that gag.

Next target...

----

She had me torture her in ways

I could never have thought of,

just as she tortured me.

Sometimes pleasure, always pain.

She came harder than I've ever seen.

I don't know where her limits are.

She is tough.

While she gasped, groaned, twisted and squirmed,

she always seemed ready for more.

---

By now we are both soaked with sweat

and she has drooled all over herself.

"Put me on my knees.

Stand in front of me.

Remove my blindfold.

Take your cock

and put the head just inside my gag.

Feel the heat of my breath.

Count to ten.

Slowly.

Then tap the screen."

I do as I'm told.

She stares up at me.

What is that look?

Have I passed the test?

Am I going to get my reward?

Her breath on my cock is like fire.

I can see her tongue moving,

licking her teeth

but never touching me.

She is practically blowing on my cock,

making it throb each time.

She knows exactly what she is doing.

This is agony.

I could turn it into ecstasy at any time,

she could not stop me.

That just makes it worse.

After the longest count of my life,

I tap the screen.

"Place the stool in front of me

bend me over and rest my chest on it.

Kneel behind me.

Cover your cock in lube.

Spread my ass wide

and place the tip of your cock against my asshole.

Do not put it inside me.

Then tap the screen."

I do as I'm told.

I am shaking now.

I can barely contain myself.

I'm so hard it hurts.

As my slippery cock touches her asshole it spasms.

My balls ache from excitement without release.

If I fuck her now, would I even last ten seconds?

I tap the screen.

"Squeeze my ass cheeks closed

over the head of your cock.

Feel the heat."

It feels so good, so hot, so tight.

I might come just from this.

"Tap the screen."

I tap.

"Lean over me,

grab a handful of my hair.

Turn my head

and look into my eyes.

Imagine what would happen

if you forced yourself into my ass right now.

Think of the the sounds I would make.

Imagine my eyes popping open wide.

Imagine me struggling underneath you

as you make me yours.

Imagine pulling me to my knees again

and forcing that filthy hard cock

into my mouth

and down my throat as I wriggle and gag.

I know how to take a full cock in my throat.

and drain every last drop of cum.

...

Imagine it.

...

I forbid it."

She forbids it?

She is utterly helpless,

how could she stop me?

She is staring at me.

Her eyes narrow.

What is next?

She will not break me.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

BEEP.

Her eyes close.

She lets out a long breath

and slumps onto the stool.

"Remove the bar from my knees and uncuff me.

Then blindfold yourself.

Cuff your hands behind your back,

and wait quietly."

I do as I'm told.

I hear her moving behind me.

Passing her test was not so hard.

I am stronger than she thinks.

This was her most elaborate torture for me.

Was this the reward itself?

Getting to do to her what an owner would do.

It certainly was an amazing experience.

She worked so hard to make it happen.

Everything was so precisely controlled.

Of course she didn't make me fuck her

like a helpless piece of meat.

She could not have controlled that.

How could she remain my owner

if I had used her like that,

if I had made her mine...

She fastens the collar around my neck.

I didn't realize until now

how much I had missed it.

I hear the clink of the chain slipping through the ring.

She pulls.

I rise up on my toes.

She pulls some more.

She is in front of me now.

I feel her hand reach down.

My balls are so sensitive.

What's coming next?

Even when I obey her perfectly,

she may torture me.

If my obedience could protect me

that would give *me* power

and she will not allow that.

There is no fair or unfair

there is only what pleases her in the moment.

She starts to squeeze.

Harder. Harder.

I will be strong.

So hard that I gasp.

I try to move a little but my foot gives way

and my weight falls on my collar.

For a moment I cannot breathe.

"What are these?", she asks.

I try to answer but only a gurgle escapes.

She releases her grip

and I steady myself.

"Answer me!".

She smacks my balls with the back of her hand.

I almost fall again.

What does she want me to say?

"Balls?", I reply.

"Are they?", she snaps, sounding angry now,

"Five minutes ago, I'm sure they felt full

but when it mattered,

there was nothing in there.

You could have owned me tonight

and a thousand nights after,

like you said you wanted

but you failed."

"There is nothing sweeter than to own somebody

who wants to own you", her tone had softened.

"When you know that everything you do to them,

they desperately want to do to you.

You said you wanted to own me.

I believed you

but you were not ready.

I taught you everything I know.

And finally,

I put myself in your hands, powerless,

all you had to do was close your fingers

but now I see that you will never be ready."

"But...", I started.

She stops me with the lightest of kisses.

"Shhhh", her voice a whisper now,

"You know you must not speak

unless I command it.

It's OK.

There is no shame.

Only a few have come this close.

But they did not have what I needed.

I hoped you were different

but I understand it.

When I find my owner,

I hope I can be so strong."

She is behind me now.

She presses something cold into my hand.

The keys?

"I am still your owner

and you have failed me

there is only one punishment left."

I hear the door close.

Silence.

---

A few days later I receive an email with a link.

From a no-reply address.

It's a movie file.

I recognize the room.

She was recording it?

I can see now

that she was staring at the camera.

I must have watched that movie every night for a year.

Then another link arrived.

Not the same room of course

but the same story.

Every year or two I would receive another.

The image quality improves

and somehow, she is more beautiful

and inventive each time

but little else changes.

It was little comfort to see

these others fail just as I had.

Until last week.

Yet another video of an ordinary looking guy.

Except this one does

what none of us could do.

He listens to her to baiting him.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

But then, he nails her.

Her whole body stiffens.

She wriggles and thrashes

but he brings his weight to bear.

She is off the stool now and on the floor

and he is on top of her.

One hand reaches underneath her,

squeezing and twisting a nipple.

The other arm goes under her neck,

catching it in the crook of his elbow,

pulling her head back and up,

turning her screams into hoarse grunts.

He lasts about twenty seconds

before pumping months of pent up agony and frustration into her,

in four or five deep strokes.

His groans drown out hers.

We all earned this

but only he took it.

He slumps on top of her for a few seconds

then he gets up

and pulls her up to her knees.

He grabs her by the hair

and pushes his still-hard cock through the ring gag.

"Clean it."

She does not react.

He brushes her hair from her face.

She meets his gaze.

"There is no need to provoke me.

Tonight will be brutal

with or without your obedience

but as a mark of respect to your owner."

Her head starts to bob up and down,

turning from side to side

as she works her tongue

all over that cock.

All the time, her eyes are fixed on his.

When she is finished,

she pulls her head back.

His cock is soft now.

She turns towards the camera

and stares at it,

at me.

Slowly, she nestles into his crotch,

closing her eyes with a sigh.

---

The videos of what he does to her

come every night now.

My punishment is endless.

Switch Story: Turnabout

You promised me a night to remember,

if I would just let you tie me up.

When the knots were done,

you smiled as you slipped off your panties

and sat down beside me.

You slid one hand down my body,

the fingers of the other were in my hair.

My skin tingled under your touch.

Our eyes were locked,

I felt your breath close to my mouth

and your nails gently running over my sack.

I knew this was going to be something different.

Still caressing my balls,

you leaned over and put your lips to my neck,

sucking at first and then half-biting.

I moaned as a tingle ran down my spine.

You pressed your lips to mine,

now grabbing a firm hold of my balls.

I flinched and tried to turn my head

but you had me by the hair.

You tightened your grip,

pinning me at both ends.

I tried to shout

but you swallowed my words,

inhaled my pain.

I tried to free myself from the ropes

but the more I struggled,

the harder you squeezed.

I stopped.

Hoping that if I gave in,

you would be satisfied.

After a few seconds,

you loosened your grip.

My balls were aching,

I was trembling.

Raising your head,

you covered my mouth with a hand.

"You must be quiet and do exactly as I say.

OK?".

I nodded.

This was not what I'd expected

but my cock was rock hard and throbbing like never before,

I would play along.

You smiled as you took your hand away from my mouth.

"Hey,

take it easy...",

I started to complain.

You pressed you hand hard against my mouth again,

your smile disappeared,

your eyes narrowed.

You slapped me hard in the balls.

"Are you going to be quiet

or should I do that again?".

I whipped my head to the side

and started to shout

but instantly you were stuffing something

- your wet panties -

into my mouth.

"You don't get it,

do you?",

you looked angry now,

seriously angry.

"Quiet" - slap - "means" - slap - "no" - slap - "talking" - slap - "Understand?".

I tried to curl into a ball

but I was tied wide open -

exposed,

helpless.

I lay there with my eyes closed.

My balls were throbbing,

my heart was racing.

Were you finished?

"Open your eyes.

Look at me".

You leaned in,

looking straight into my eyes.

"Un-der-stand?" - slap-slap-slap.

Fuck!

I nodded.

You smiled.

You spent a few minutes telling me what an idiot I was

to let myself be tied up.

You had always wanted to trap a man like this

and couldn't believe how easy it had been.

"Men think with their dicks",

you said glancing at my still-hard,

throbbing cock.

"Now,

despite what your dick thinks,

there will only be pleasure for me tonight.

You will obey my every command.

If you disobey me,

you will be punished" - slap.

"Of course,

even if you obey me faithfully,

I may punish you anyway" - slap -

"just because I like it" - slap.

"Is that OK with you?".

Should I agree or not?

Which would be worse?

After a few seconds you put your lips to my ear and whispered,

"does it matter what you think?".

I shook my head.

"Good boy.

You're finally starting to understand your situation".

"I'm going to take this gag out now.

I have plans for your mouth",

you said,

pulling out your panties,

"don't start making noise.

There's nobody who can hear us anyway".

For hours you used and abused me,

my balls ached,

my cock was raw from torture.

My tongue was exhausted,

having explored every crevice of your body.

You even put my dick inside you

but you made sure there was no pleasure for me in that.

I had never seen anyone cum so hard.

You rode my pain to the peaks of pleasure.

Intensity feeding intensity.

Despite the pain,

I had never felt so horny.

My balls were ready to burst.

I knew I would come in seconds

if I could just slide into something soft and wet.

Everything that had touched my cock tonight

had been hard and rough.

-----

  

I was an idiot to let myself be caught like that

but you are not as smart as you think.

You are not as good with ropes as you think.

While you are off finding a new toy for my torment,

I finally work myself free.

You step into the room.

I am behind you.

You notice that something is wrong

but I'm already on top of you.

Those ropes gave you power.

Without them,

you are nothing.

Your arms are pinned.

We drop onto the bed.

You are pressed beneath me,

your face forced into a pillow,

your shouting muffled.

Your body wriggles against mine

but I am so much bigger

and so much stronger than you.

I want to force myself into you right now

but that would be a mistake.

No more mistakes.

Now,

straddling your back,

your arms are locked in place by my knees.

You're still struggling.

It's cute but futile.

I pull one of your arms toward those ropes.

I stop for a second,

should I turn you over?

No,

face down is good.

I want to start with that tight ass.

Securely bound,

it's time for my pleasure.

One last thing,

where's that mirror?

I want to look into your eyes as I force myself inside you.

I want to hear that sharp intake of breath

as my cock stretches you wide.

You can be quiet or loud.

I'm going to hurt you either way.