Posted by Ripper X on August 07, 2003 at 21:07:05:
"I stood there just looking upon Anna's back and seeing those long ugly painful scars running down it. Normally that sort of thing would make me feel a twinge of excitement and a desire to finger myself, but not this time. All I wanted to do was to take Anna in my arms, comfort her, kiss her, caress those hideous ridges of skin ever so gently, and to make them all go magically away for her. Oh GOD did I have it bad!"
"I did walk up to her and actually touched them with my fingers. To which Anna instantly jerked forward. Mostly out of surprise, but also because my hand was so cold. I even felt bad with myself for not taking the time to warm my hands up ahead of time before causing her such discomfort. Oh I was one pathetic love sick puppy back then."
"I don't know how I did it, what with this new romantic crush coursing through my soul. But once more I kept my professional persona intact. I told her that it was necessary for me to touch her some more, so that I could perform my examination, and for her to please remain still. Then I began to really touch her in earnest. I couldn't help myself!"
"For a good long while my hands never left her exquisite female body. Touching her, stroking her and yes I was even fondling and caressing her. I was spending an incredible amount of time in areas that had nothing to do with where she was hurt. Those very same intimate areas that I love to touch so much on a full ripen woman's body like Anna's, and all under the guise of it being a necessary part of the examination. I was now using the same excuses for my new loving advances as I once did with my old sadistic ones, And all during my loving exploration Anna remained in position. Only a faint little moan or groan would flow from her cute passionate lips now and then."
"My force of will prevailed once more as I stopped any further intimate advances with my precious Anna. I then wrapped one arm around Anna's chest and the other around her waist. I drew myself close to her with our bodies touching in a warm hug. I whispered softly in her ear that the examination was over with, and that I was going to help her back up. Her head flinched a bit when she felt my hot moist breath on her sexy ear. I could still feel the uneasiness in her body as I slowly pulled us both up to a standing position. Her soft fragrant hair accidently whipped across my face as she tried to turn her head back enough to face me, and whispered a thank you in return. With my arms still around her, hugging her tightly, longer than what would have been perceived as being normal, I finally did bring myself to set my precious Anna free."
"She quickly collected her clothes and put them on as fast as she could. Again, I felt the pull on my heart strings as I watched her dress with great difficulty from the pain that she felt in accomplishing that simple task. I began wondering if this new loving relationship thing had a chance of working out now. Oh I knew I would find a way for Anna to return my love alright, both spiritually and physically. I was just unsure what to do about my sadistic urges that's all."
"I have learned a long time ago that trying to ignore them was a useless endeavor. It only made my life difficult and very frustrating to live. I knew that sex with Anna would eventually be good and satisfying, but I also knew that I would soon want more. No, I didn't ‘want' more, I ‘demanded' more! Much more than just satisfaction. I wanted sublime ecstasy, and by god I was going to get it too! But not with my precious Anna."
"To say that I was in a frustrated quandary would be a severe understatement. Briefly I even thought about leaving Anna and trying again with another victim I mean patient. But I loved her. I wanted to be with her, always. I wanted to hold her, to cuddle up under a warm blanket with her, to laugh and cry with her, to live life to it's fullest with her. But how? Unless . . ."
"Then in a flash it came to me! Remember when I said that Fate can be a conniving bitch, as well as a cruel mistress?"
A voice that remained quiet for a very long time finally answered quietly back.
"Yes."
"Well, that sweet femme fatale was beginning to smile right down on me. She was giving me the most luscious idea that I ever had, and exactly at the time that I needed it the most, too. An idea that would satiate my darkest, sadistic desires to the max! All those times when I wanted to go one step further with my patients, but decided not to because it was too extreme, too painful, or far too humiliating for them to endure, I was going to be totally free to indulge myself in. I had found a way to have my cake and eat it too, all of it! I was going to drink deep from the cup of appalling inhuman desires until I was a fully inebriated, blissful sadistic bitch in white! But, it would not be with my dear sweet Anna. Oh no! She would definitely not be the lab rat to which I would experiment on in bringing my toe curling, demonic fantasies into erotic flesh pleasuring reality. Oh no, not with her."
The once silent voice across from Lisa made a long soft exhale. The voice knew what Lisa was waiting for, conformation. And it was important for the voice to answer her correctly too so the rest of the ghastly tale could be told in its uninhibited entirety. So the voice took a deep breath, held it in for a second and then gave Lisa her needed affirmation.
"It was to be with Martha, wasn't it Lisa?"
"YES! That poor excuse for a coach and spotter. The one who failed Anna when she needed her the most. The one responsible for my precious Anna's less than whole existence. Martha would be the recipient of my glorious orgasmic wrath, to atone for her horrible sins with her very living flesh if need be! And do you want to know what the most cunning part of my idea was?"
The voice responded without a single bit of emotion in it.
"Yes."
"The very best part of it was, that Anna would be the hand from which Martha was going to suffer the most appetizing and agonizing pains of hell from. I, yes I, MISTRESS LISA, the ‘Sadistic Bitch in White' would be the creative genius, the inspiring artist, and the strategic planner to which Anna, my loving instrument, would work my will through. I would be the Sorceress and Anna would be my dutiful apprentice. Under my guidance we would both bring Martha to her knees, begging and pleading with tears in her eyes for mercy. And our response to her pathetic tormented existence would only be more of the same. Oh how sweet revenge will be. For Anna and I."
The voice pondered for a moment. A decision had to be made. To continue now or tomorrow? The voice needed some time for itself. To take in what had already transpired. To revitalize its own inner self. And to prepare itself for what was waiting for it tomorrow. So the voice made the decision.
"Let's stop here and continue tomorrow. Is that ok with you Lisa?"
"If you wish. I guess I could use the rest even though I'm too keyed up right now. So then, I will see you again tomorrow, in the morning, right Doctor?"
"Yes Lisa, first thing tomorrow morning will be fine. Have a pleasant night's rest and remember to buzz the nurse if you need anything. Good night Lisa."
"Good night Doctor."
And as Lisa cozied up under the covers of the hospital bed, Doctor Rosalyn Bridgestone left the room with her notebook in hand.
Doctor Bridgestone was about to call it a day when she decided to quickly look in on one more patient before going home. This patient was in another wing of the hospital, but directly on her way back to her office. The walk was not too far, down a couple flights of stairs and a little ways along a narrow zig zagging corridor. When she came to a jail like gate, she removed a plastic card with an embossed magnetic strip from the pocket of her long white lab coat and swiped it through the designated slot. A green light came on indicating she had the proper high ranking credentials to enter.
A moment later a loud audible hum came on and the high tech lock opened. She pushed the massive iron gate forward and continued on through. The gate would close by itself. And when the heavy metal slammed up against itself, the power that held the lock open was immediately shut off, engaging the lock again with a bang. But Doctor Bridgestone made no indication of even hearing it, let alone startled by it. It had all become "old hat" for her now after spending several decades working, and now running the behavioral department of this hospital.
She walked about two thirds down the wide hallway, stopped and looked through a small unbreakable window mounted in a white steel door. On the other side of the door was a room with Doctor Bridgestone's other patient in it.
The patient was in what a lay-person would call, the proverbial padded room. She was wrapped in a tight undersized straight jacket. Her arms and hands were safely hidden away in its long white sleeves that kept her forever hugging herself. About her legs was a form fitting ankle length skirt without the sexy slit up the side. It too was made from the same hospital issued heavy white canvas material like her upper wrap was. Both specially designed garments were held in place by several comfortable, but inescapable brown leather straps with a fashionable padded piping along their top and bottom edges.
A rather interesting brown strap arrangement, more like a harness, was fastened about her head. Its dominant feature was a wide leather strap stretched taught across her mouth, and buckled tightly behind her head. A myriad of smaller straps emanated from it in various strategic places that seemed to cover her face, head, and blonde matted hair in a tight web like design. Their purpose was simple, to keep her mouth guard muzzle tightly in place until someone wanted to remove it.
The patient was sitting on the spongy white floor with her back resting up against the spongy white wall. She was staring, in earnest, up at the white door and in particular at the small mirrored glass inside of it, near its top. She seemed passive and under control, but her breathing through her nose was strong, fast, and deep, like an athlete during a workout. The only movement that she made, other than the occasional eye blink, came from her bare feet poking out from the bottom of her white and brown striped cocoon. They were both moving back and forth in a kind of midair taping motion, but doing so at an incredible fast rate like from a mindless, nervous twitch. Obviously she had a tremendous amount of energy wrapped up inside of her and this was the only way she could find to relieve it.
She looked long and hard at the bound and gagged woman, just like a spider would at it's recently captured, and packaged prey. The Doctor's sober expression was slowly turning into one of unexpected happiness. A big open smile with eyes full of joy made the change in her spirit complete. She began shanking her head from side to side as if in total disbelief as to what Fate had just laid before her, literally at her very feet. She began to speak in a soft reflected tone directly to the woman on the other side of the one way mirror. Words that her patient could not possibly hear.
"Well, well, well. It looks like we meet again. Don't we, my DEAR FRIEND Martha!" She labored out loud with gut wrenching anger and vengeance on those two words that seemed to stick in her craw. Two words that meant exactly the opposite from what she now felt raging through her soul. And for a brief moment Martha's feet stopped moving as if she heard her. Then again, they quickly went back to their rapid blurring air dance.
A minute or so passed, just enough time for the good doctor to regain her objective composure. Then she continued with her self-enlightening talk once more in a nonchalant tone that didn't last long.
"I do believe Lisa was right. Fate can be both a cruel mistress and a conniving bitch. And I know you would agree with her too, wouldn't you, my DEAR FRIEND MARTHA!"
THE DARK ART
"LISA!" A surprised and noticeably irritated Doctor Bridgestone exclaimed when she saw Lisa out of her bed and in the mitts of doing some sort of exercise.
"What on earth are you doing out of bed? You know you experienced some very serious internal injuries as a result of the accident. So you need to stay in bed and heal first. Now get back into bed young lady, before I call an attendant."
Lisa closed her eyes and gave a pathetic audible sigh like a daughter confronted with an over protected mother. She put her hand to her side where the bandages covered the stitches and slowly walked back to her bed. Her contorted facial features atoned to how painful the short trip was.
"The nurse did say it was all right for me to leave the bed if I had to. Besides, I am a nurse to, you know. And who is the best to judge my body's capabilities other than me, Doctor Bridgestone?"
Lisa was true to her independent form. Even though she liked Doctor Rosalyn Bridgestone, and her added motherly concern, she never-the-less was her own woman. A woman who never took too kindly to others bossing her around.
"Yes, I know Lisa. But your leaving the bed was in reference to you going to the bathroom only. Not doing some ritual martial arts exercises." The Doctor helped Lisa back into bed and then placed the covers over her making sure she was well tucked in. Rosalyn could not help playing the role of the concerned motherly adult even though she was a divorced woman in her 50's who never had children.
"It was Tai Chi Doctor Bridgestone." Lisa made the point of saying it to the doctor in a clear forthright voice just to clarify the point.
The doctor finished tucking Lisa in and then took her normal place off to the side in a chair next to the window. She opened her notebook and began writing her standard preliminary notations with regards to the patient at hand. Once finished she continued her conversation with Lisa.
"So, it was Tai Chi. Does eastern philosophy interest you in particular Lisa?"
"A little, but mostly from the health oriented aspect. That is why I am so successful in what I do. I combine both western and eastern forms of medicine into my own eclectic version. It's a shame that the majority of western medicine is based solely on drugs and surgery. It can be quite contemptuous at times you know. Not that the mystic ways of the east have all the answers either. It's only through the blending of the two that the vast majority of my patients show mark improvement, almost boarding on a full recovery."
"And this is what you used on Anna?"
"Yes, once she signed the contract."
The woman doctor looked upon Lisa with confusion.
"What exactly do you mean by contract? I know of consent forms and other legal documents that defray liability, but I never heard of a contract in the health care profession. Please, tell me more."
"It's something I had specially drawn up for me. It covers what you have already mentioned regarding liability. It also covers various areas of particular concern to me like payment, expenses, living in their home and therapy prognosis, which I never sugar coat. And finally there is a small part that allows me to virtually take over their lives completely for the duration of my stay."
The doctor was troubled by how nonchalant Lisa was saying that last part, as if it were just another item on a grocery list.
"Now wait a minute Lisa. That small part sounds awfully like power of attorney and legal guardianship. And your patients, Anna included, actually sign this contract of yours? I find it hard to believe that it would stand up under judicial prudence"
"Oh yes, they do indeed sign it. Don't forget, I'm usually their last hope and people will do almost anything when they are at the end of their rope. And I never lie to them either. I'm always up front as to what they can expect from me, health wise. There really is no need for me to lie to them anyway. They do it to themselves. Once they hear me say that I can make them better, their minds quickly fill in the gap between ‘being better' and ‘being like before'. They can't help it really. These women are use to giving one hundred and ten percent in everything they do. They think of themselves as wonder women, way beyond the norm of the general masses. So whatever limitations of reality I put on their prognosis, they simply write it off for the average woman, and not relevant to them. They can be quite arrogant in this respect."
"As to the contract being completely legal, well, probably not. But many prenuptial contracts are based on mutual agreements that would never hold up in court either, and yet both parties willingly sign them. Basically it's just something for me to wave before their eyes when their fantasy for a complete rejuvenation begins to crumble."
"And those women go ahead and sign the contract without the least bit of trepidation?"
"No, not really. But close to it. They do balk a little when they find out how much control I will have over their lives. But they definitely know what they're getting into. At this point their options are pretty much null and void for them. Besides, for these types of women, the ends really do justify the means. And Anna was no different."
"So when Anna signed that contract what happened next?"
"Before the ink dried, her life became an extension of my will. I controlled it all. What and when she ate, slept, exercised, rested, therapy, etc., etc., etc. Oh it really is quite dramatic. I'm practically a drill sergeant in a white nurse's uniform, and they are my recruits on their first day in boot camp. But with Anna it was a little different because of my love for her. So a good deal of what I normally would have done was cut back considerably. But like I said yesterday, I had an even greater plan to focus on."
The doctor was amazed at the sudden change in Lisa's whole psyche after that last comment. It was as if she quickly picked up from where she left off the day before. Her eyes became wide as she focused on something out in the distance. Her facial expression took on an energized and euphoric glow. And her body started to move in an uneasy nervousness under the covers.
The doctor was busy writing as fast as she could, all that she was observing. And to give her more time, she quickly asked Lisa to explain her plan again.
"It was an exciting plan, doctor. I can't tell you enough how it made me feel. It was like an Epiphany; A true religious experience! Well, maybe not that strong, unless of course one's deity has come from the underworld of fire and brimstone." Lisa momentarily looked over at the doctor with a humorous smile on her face. But when the doctor did not bother to acknowledge her little quip, she simply continued on.
"But it was a very moving experience for me. And it was all right there before me too, complete from start to finish in my mind's eye. With the most important step in the whole operation being the easiest one to accomplish. That being, to make Anna aggressively hate Martha to the point of doing whatever nasty thing I tell her to do to her."
"I couldn't believe how easy that part was going to be. Because it's always been a significant part of my therapy program anyway. I believe your profession calls it ‘transference'. I, myself, like to think of it as conjuring up an escape goat. For you see, my therapy always causes a great deal of agitation in my patients' lives, both physically and emotionally. There's simply no way around it. Otherwise, I would never be in this honorable profession to begin with. And in the beginning, when my patient's enthusiasm is at its crest, I use it to my benefit. And Anna was no exception."
"Anna had bought an estate on the out skirts of the college, so she could be around a familiar setting to keep her Olympic dream alive. The estate itself was far more land than house, and fairly secluded with a tall brick fence, and an impressive ornate iron gate at the entrance. She found she could run the entire place with a single maid and one grounds keeper, or handy man if you will. As soon as she signed the contract, I fired them both. I then hired a married couple that I use to do the same thing. You see, I need total control with my patients and that includes controlling the hired help as well. The teams I use are very loyal to me, and because they are foreigners they speak only a little English. This makes it hard for any alliances to be formed between them and my patients, including Anna."
"Next on the list is a detailed daily regimen. It defines sleep patterns, therapy sessions, workouts, rest periods, meal times, everything in a 24/7 time span. The only free time I gave Anna was three hours a day, one hour for the morning, afternoon and evening. And in this, she had to spend on her estate without outside contact. It's exactly like boot camp and then some. I needed to control every single parameter of my patients' lives, every item, every force, every minuet detail in order to reach the desired results."
"I guess from your perspective it sounds like something right out of a concentration camp. But Anna, and all my former athletic patients are use to having their lives guided by others. In fact, there is a certain degree of safety and security in following such a well-ordered plan that feeds, and nurtures them to perfection. The only difference was that the lifestyle that I chiseled out in stones for them were all encompassing, if not totally consuming for them. Even for my dear precious Anna."
"Once the itinerary was set down it was a simple matter of getting Anna to follow it. Again, in the beginning, it's always easy. Anna's fanaticism for the prospects of regaining her Olympic dream was like a shot of adrenaline to her system. She was all gun hoe and ready to follow my orders whatever they were."
"So we began with her diet. To a ‘T', all my patients have put on weight. With their normal routine broken due to physical problems, and the stress that develops as a result of their changed lives, my patients cannot help but put on a few pounds here and there, and sometimes it is substantial. Anna had this problem too. Not that she was blatantly fat, but only because of her lower back problem. Her bottom half began to reflected that full pear shape characteristic of most women living an arm chair existence."
"I always put my patients on a total vegetarian, low fat, low sugar and no more than 500 calories a day diet. It sounds pretty drab and severe, but the woman who cooks for me does an excellent job of making each abbreviated meal very tasty as well as nutritious. A few vitamin supplements are added to make up any critical loss in any particular area. And I have to practically forced my patients to drink vast quantities of pure distilled water throughout the day. My goal was to tear my patients down, literally right to the bone, before I build them back up again into a strong lean submissive love mate."
"Then along with the diet, I require them to undergo colonics. Twice a day for the first week, then once a day for the following week, and finally once a week after that. In a way I really enjoy giving them an enema. "
"On the one hand, it's a fast way to remove the impurities that fill their drugged up toxic bodies. Then on the other hand, it feeds my need to sadistically dominate them. There is nothing more embarrassing or humiliating than having to expose one's most private orifice to another, and then have them diddle around with it. The degree of degradation one feels literally goes off the charts. And I take full advantage of it too, by prolonging it as long as I can. Which means I have the enema-solution drip very slowly into them, taking almost an hour sometimes. Then I tell them how necessary it is for them to hold it for a while. And to help them with this, I use a special cone shape nozzle with a shut-off valve built right inside of it. All I have to do is to pull out the tube from the nozzle and nothing comes out. They are then free to move around if they wish. Or I should say, if they can."
"Oh it delights me to no end to watch them twist and turn with great discomfort. Hearing them moan and groan as wave after cramping wave hits their bloated bowels. But I do try to help them out too, with words of encouragement and some soothing body massages with my matching rubber gloves. Oh I do so love the feel of rubber. And when I give my patients their enemas it is an opportune time for me to wear my very fashionable rubber nurse's outfit."
The doctor immediately stopped writing and looked up over the rim of her glasses.
"Did you say a rubber nurse's outfit, Lisa?"
"Oh yes! And it's so cute too. It's a standard old-fashioned white nurses uniform with a long flowing skirt that comes down to my ankles. It has long billowy sleeves with a full bib apron trimmed in red with little red crosses on it. It even has an adorable white rubber nurse's hat with a single red cross in the center of it too. And underneath I wear a very sexy black rubber bra and garter belt outfit with matching hip high rubber hose too. The next best thing to wearing a fashionable rubber uniform is how it sounds when I move. Mmmmmmm, all those crinkling and crackling sounds it makes has such a sensuous erotic effect on me."
"And your patients have no objections to your rather . . . overt fetish?"
"Oh heavens no! They do look at me kind of weird when they see me like that for the first time. But since they are completely nude and I am wearing a uniform of some authority they seem to take on a rather passive demure about the whole thing. Besides, when they are aching something terribly from having their abdomen distended out as if they were five months pregnant the last thing on their minds is why I am wearing a kinky fetish outfit. But their discomfort does allow me to touch them in a very pleasing way. Like along their soft smooth arms and legs, over and around their firm bloated bellies and I can even caress their tender naked breasts. And in some strange way, I do believe that the rubber plays a significant part in allowing me this physical intimacy as well. It acts as a kind of buffer, as to make such familiar contact less an act of girl to girl love making, and more of a clinical nurse and patient experience. But it's really all a play on words. Whatever illusion they wish to believe, it still comes down to it being our very first lesbian encounter."
Doctor Bridgestone was making note upon note in her book. She was finding Lisa's method of operation more and more fascinating with each new revealing event.
"So after the colonics, what happens next, Lisa?"
"After that comes the exercises, massages, and acupuncture treatments. The exercises start off slowly, mostly simple stretching. I need to find their baseline before I can really push them. In the beginning, I will also stretch and exercise with them, making sure they copy my moves precisely. Then I will just watch them perform by themselves while I orchestrate the sequence. During these later times I am right there next to them. So close that they can feel my hot breath on their soft feminine skin."
"Does that mean you, they, exercise in the nude Lisa?" A note of quiet disbelief was in the doctor's voice.
"Oh No! Not at first anyway. I need to acclimate them to that point slowly. So we exercise with standard workout clothes. I have this other cute little nurse's outfit that I simply love to wear for this occasion. It has a pair of white hot pants with red crosses over the pockets and a white halter top with two more red crosses over the breast area. Then I accessorize it with my little white nurse's cap and white tennis shoes, both sporting the red cross signature of my profession. It's only after the first week when the patients have really become familiar with the training program that I insist that they forgo any clothes and do their exercises in the nude. I explain to them that it is necessary for me to see how their muscles react to the various stretching and pulling techniques that they are doing. Then after a day or two of watching their sexy muscles bulge and elongate, I begin to touch them. Again, under the veil of it being medically necessary. You can't believe how exciting and pleasurable it is to feel their moving muscles, and tight tendons under soft smooth skin. But it is kind of funny in a way."
"Oh, how so Lisa?"
"I have become so sensitive to the simple act of touching that I can readily tell how nervous they are by simply feeling their flesh. A sudden jerk upon first contact, a benign shrug of a shoulder as I slowly rub my hands up and down their backs, and then the little muscle spasms I feel when I caress a tender sensitive spot, like around their ribs or under the folds of their breasts. Not to mention those other areas, like behind their knees and along the insides of their thighs, or simply around their ears were a tender lover would spend the longest time exploring those sensitive spiraling surfaces with her tongue. You would never know it, but it takes several days with me examining them like this before they finally loose their aversion to my touch. Except for Anna though."
"Oh, did she take longer?"
"No, quite the contrary. It only took her two days before her flesh was as calm as can be when I caressed her so lovingly. With hind sight, I think it might have been the massage therapy that helped out in this respect. But then again, how could it not? After a long laborious day of exercises, who wouldn't respond to a period of gentle manipulation of their sore tired flesh with scented oils? And then hearing in a lover's whisper a series of reinforcing messages telling them that they were getting better and better with each successive day while soft romantic music played on in the background?"