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You know what I love most about bratty little defiant patients?

It’s how their attitude and words totally belie their true needs and desires. You see, the more you resist and fight and argue with me, the more you’re telegraphing your desire to be managed. When I say “bend over for me and let’s get a good look at that bottom of yours”, and you say “Noooo!” I know that whether you really means is “Make me.”

And when you say “Nooo, you can’t touch me there!” I know that what you mean is “Please make me!”

And when I have your panties down around your ankles and you’re reaching behind you to stop my finger from invading your tight little ass, I know what you’re really trying for o say is “Please violate me, please, please, please!”

Being a brat is nothing more than expressing a fervent desire to be tamed.

But all of you already knew that, didn’t you?

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You know what I love most about bratty little defiant patients?

It’s how their attitude and words totally belie their true needs and desires. You see, the more you resist and fight and argue with me, the more you’re telegraphing your desire to be managed. When I say “bend over for me and let’s get a good look at that bottom of yours”, and you say “Noooo!” I know that whether you really means is “Make me.”

And when you say “Nooo, you can’t touch me there!” I know that what you mean is “Please make me!”

And when I have your panties down around your ankles and you’re reaching behind you to stop my finger from invading your tight little ass, I know what you’re really trying for o say is “Please violate me, please, please, please!”

Being a brat is nothing more than expressing a fervent desire to be tamed.

But all of you already knew that, didn’t you?

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Surgery

When Alec came round he heard a group of people speaking. The light was subdued. At first he thought that he was in the recovery room but then he saw the screen that was slightly above him. The screen was blue. The colour reminded him of something, but he didn't know what it was. The last thing that he could remember was that the doctor had told him to breathe the gas... Then a picture appeared on the screen. It was a picture of a skull. "Now this is the head our patient, a 33-year old male," a voice said. "After awake intubation under topical anaesthetic the patient was given Nitrous and Sevo." - Now he remembered! - He was in the operating room!   Dr. Meyers had made him breathe the gas! He could feel the breathing tube deep in his throat. The screen switched to another picture. It was his head again but with some areas of his brain highlighted in different colours.

"Here you can see that we successfully inserted the two electrodes into the subthalamic nucleus," the doctor continued. By putting an electric current on the electrodes, we are able to treat the area that is highlighted in orange!"

The screen switched to another picture that showed a drawing of a brain with two electrodes in place. The tips of the electrodes were highlighted.

Then the drawing blended into the picture of his head again. "Now when I'm going to switch on the electric current ...., "  Dr. Meyers illustrated this by projecting the glowing electrodes into the picture of his skull.  "... the tips of the electrodes will heat up and destroy the surrounding brain tissue. As you can see, this method is very precise ! Do you have any questions?" Alec briefly heard some people talking but couldn't understand what was said. "Well then, our patient here will now undergo treatment with the electric current", Dr. Meyers said, "May I ask you to follow Angela into the room next door? When the procedure is over you will be able to watch the sans!" The screen in front of him turned blue again, blue like the ocean. He hoped that they would put him under, not let him stay...or could they...? He heard the people leaving the room. Then the doctor came to him. "You're doing fine, Alec!" she said, "the tube is not so bad after all!" She put a gloved hand on his arm. "Don't worry! Treatment will only take a minute. Before you know it you'll wake up again!" She turned to the nurse. "Angela, 15 mg of Midazolam, Nitrous on 65 % and Sevo on two, please! Breathe the gas, Alec - relax! It's only for your best! "

He was picked up by a swirling current that drew him under, away from the operating room into never-ending darkness...

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Maternity Assistant's Admission Procedure

You saw the ad for “maternity assistant”. It didn't require prior experience and looked like you could qualify. New in town without a job and always having a “thing” about hospitals, you jumped at the opportunity.

You were quickly called up for an interview which was more interested in your health history and social life than work experience and you breezed through having none to report. You were elated when they informed you that you have been chosen and invited you for a physical exam, after which “you could start almost immediately", whatever that meant.

At the end of a very thorough check-up, you were called in to the Doctor's office.

“Very good,” exclaimed the Doctor after reviewing all your test results. “You are in the pink of health and passed all the tests with flying colours. Congratulations and we are please to admit you to our program. Sister here will usher you to the final station for your admission procedures.”

The Sister, whom you didn't realise was already there beside you, held your arm and ushered you into another room. You signed all the papers that were presented to you. You were just looking forward to putting on some clothes and going home. It’s been a tiring morning.

“Good,” she said as she arranged the signed documents in a file. “We are good to go. Please follow me.”

She swipped her security pass on the card reader to an adjoining door and it slid open.  You were ushered into the room and there was an awaiting nurse in scrubs.

You were taken aback by what you saw.  Behind the nurse was an operating table with shackles placed at the ankle and on the arm extensions. There was an anesthesia rack with all the machineries on one end. On the other, there were gynaecology looking tools laid out on a tray. There was something omnimous about it. You instinctively recoiled in fear and bumped into the Sister who was standing behind you.

“What's happening? What is this about?!” You asked as you tried to wiggle your way out of the room.

“Your admission procedure, honey.” She said as she held you in a bear hug.

“What admission procedure!? Wasn't all the paper work done?”

“The papers were precisely to get you admitted to the hospital. The program starts right now!”

You tried to struggle out of her embrace but as you were fighting, the nurse lifted your flimsy hospital gown and injected something into your buttocks.

It stung and the Sister let you go. You turned around and saw the nurse holding an empty syringe. They were both staring at you knowingly as you rubbed your buttocks and cursed under your breath.

“What was that?” You asked with trepidation. Then the warmth from the injection site started to spread across your body, down your legs and up your spine. Your world started spinning as your legs felt wobbly. The nurses quickly sprang into action and held you up while guiding you towards the table.

“No, please. What are you doing? What is this about? Please don't. I need to get out of here,” you said as your speech was becoming slurry.

You tried to resist and get down from the table but you were becoming weaker.

“Be a good girl and get on the table now. You are not going anywhere like this.” They managed to coerce you onto the table despite your protests.

Once on the table, they untied your hospital gown.

“No need for this,” said the nurse as they slipped the gown down your flailing arms. Then holding on to your hands, the Sister forced you to lie down on the table and held you in a surrender position.

“No. Please no. Let me go. Please.”

But they ignored your pleas. The nurse came up to help the Sister. They took one arm each and secured them to the arm extension on both sides of the gurney as you looked on helplessly.

“Good. That's it, no more trouble from you now.”

Then the nurses went to the other end and started to secure the shackles onto your ankles.

The horror of it suddenly daunted on you as you laid there naked, strapped to the operating table with the two nurses in scrubs starring expectantly down at you. You tried to get up and run but you had no leverage, not to mention the drug coursing through your body making your muscles soft and weak.

They started taking a clip board as if ticking off a check list and making notes of what they were going to do to you. You had butterflies in your stomach as you imagined all the bad things that could happen to you, top of mind being a living cadaver for them to take all your organs and selling them in the black market. Or giving you ECT to make you a vegetable as they performed experiments on you.

“Please, don't. Please let me go.” You were begging in between uncontrollable sobs.

“Don't worry, honey, we will take good care of you.” The Sister said nonchalantly as she went through her checklist.

“What are you going to do to me?” You asked shakily.

“We are going to sedate you. Then we are going to prepare you for your long stay with us.” She said as she fiddled with machines on the anesthesia rack.

“What do you mean long stay? I was supposed to work here as a maternity assistant. Why do I need to be prepared?”

“Well honey, you are going to help with our breeders program. We are trying to promote fertility.” She said as she held your head between her hands. Then she leaned in real close and said with a cold smile, “And there is no babies without a healthy womb like yours.”

You realised that what you signed up for was to be a surrogate! You were going to be impregnated and held captive throughout your pregnancy until you delivered the baby!

You tried to shake your head but it wouldn't move under her grasp. You tried to kick and struggle but the restraints held you firmly.

"What are you going to do to me!? Please let me go! I don't want any of this! Let me go now!" You were blabbering hysterically and Sister was getting impatient. She stuffed a good stack of gauze into your mouth and muffled your screams.

“Mmmphf...mmmmphf...” was all you could managed.

“This is my favourite part,” said the Sister to the nurse.

She went to the side of the table and without warning, slipped a gloved finger into your vagina.

“Oh! Wet as expected!” She exclaimed as she continued to tease you. “You know, eight out of ten of these potential surrogates get excited over the prospects of being impregnated. And I could tell this one was going to be one of them."

She teased you expertly and continued, "let me explain what we are going to do to you and you can decide if you want any of it.."

“First we are going to put your legs in the stirrups and strap you down tight. Then we shave you until you are smooth as a baby down there. After that, we are going to insert a catheter in you to drain your urine.”  

“Mmmphhh!” you protested. You could imagine your legs being spread wide open. You imagined yourself struggling as the shaving foam was lathered around your groin. You felt the scrapping of the shaver, becoming less grating with each stroke, until it became smooth with the blade gliding without friction as you became more and more hairless down there.

With that, you shuddered as a wave of arousal washed over you. It did not go undetected.

“Yes, that's right. It's getting you all excited.” She was unrelenting with her fingers. “We are going to insert the lubricated tube into your urethra. It will go all the way to your bladder and you will lose control of your bladder,” as she penetrated you deeper and deeper while rubbing your wet clit and the opening of your urethra with her thumb.

You were finding it hard to focus your mind now. Your eyes had since rolled to the back of your head as you followed every detail of her descriptions. Whatever she said just fired your imagination. You could feel the lubricant being spread around your labia. You felt the intrusive penetration of the rubber tube into your urethra and suddenly, the urge to go. Then unconsciously, your urine flowed.

"Amazing..." cooed the Sister as she saw urine leaking between your tighs. "I have never seen one like this... "

You were panting unevenly as you gasped every time she hit your sensitive spots. Your legs were trembling with need as you tried to grip her slippery gloved hands between your thighs.

She continued as you listened, hypnotised. “To make sure you are ready for long period of stasis, we will also flush out your bowels. We will insert a nasogastric tube up your nostril and an orogastric tube down your throat, into your stomach and fill you with some strong laxatives to help with the purge.”

You imagined the tube going up your nose and instinctively pushed your head back. You gagged involuntarily as you imagine the tube going through the back of your throat. Then you imagine your stomach filling with laxatives and you felt bloated.

“But don't worry,” she said as she glided her gloved finger from your dripping slit, down your perineum, and lingered around your anus, coating it well with your over-flowing juice. “We will insert an enema hose into your rectum,” at which point she inserted her lubricated finger into your anus which drew a loud gasp from you.  And she started working you with her two fingers in your rectum and her thumb in your vagina. "It will drain you of your filthy junk in your intestines until everything is clear."

You farted long and hard. You were shaking your head left and right as you tried to stop the onslaught on your mind but at the same time, your body was yearning for release, thrashing against the restraints and writhing against her fingers to get more.

“Oh! Good girl. Look at you...” she said as she admired your sweaty body glistening under the surgical lights. Her other hand started to pinch your erect nipples. “That's right, this one is so hot and needy!"

"Once you are admitted, we will prime your body with hormones and drugs to get you to peak fertility. You will feel super horny all the time." She was increasing the pace of her ministrations and was driving you absolutely crazy.

"And when your body is finally ready, we will bring you to the insemination room. We will strap you to the operating table and spread you wide on stirrups. We will sedate you and we will implant the embryos into your womb."

As she ran her other hand over your tummy, she said, "in no time, your belly will swell until it is ripe and round, all ready for you to deliver the baby to us.”

It was too much to take as you imagine yourself heavily pregnant and ready to pop - the tension in your belly, the weight against your back, the pressure on your hips and the swollen breasts with lactating teats.

You shivered with excitement as you imagine the labour cramps as you tried to squeeze the baby down the birth canal. The thought of the baby crowning tipped you over the edge and you came and came! You thrashed madly against the restraints as your body went into violent seizures.

Sister just kept going and you were going mad with wave after wave of ecstasy!

It took a long while before your finally released all the built-up pressure and slumped back on the table, fully exhausted and barely conscious. Your chest was heaving as you struggled to control your jagged breaths.

“Excellent! Looks like you are going to like it here. You are going to be perfect!" The Sister said as she started cleaning you up while the nurse went about setting up the stirrups.

"We are going to have so much fun with you! Time for you to take a rest while we get to work.”

The Sister was back at the head of the table. She held the held the mask in one hand as she cleaned the sweat off your face with the other. She ignored your weak pleas to stop as she removed the gag. Then holding your face, she cupped the mask over your nose and mouth. You heard the hissing and immediately detected a strong pungent smell.

“Breathe. That's it. Time to go to sleep. Breathe.”

Given how exhausted you were, the gas had an immediate effect on you. There was no more fight left. Your limbs wer like dead weight. You felt like your head was sinking through the pillow as it enveloped you, smouldering your consciousness. Your world was getting darker with each breath.

“Yes, sleep..... welcome to your new life under the program... Good girl....” was the last thing you heard...

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NAP TIME AT THE NURSERY:

“Aww I know you’re still eager to show us how much of a big boy you think you are…by throwing a big tantrum. But I’m afraid it is now nap time for you lil one”

“Shh shh yes I know your bladder is straining from all the bottles we gave you earlier, but you could have just wet your diapee and we would have changed you. Yet it seems the mental block of not doing so is to much for you to get over. But that’s ok, the sedative flowing through the mask over your paci will be too strong for you to wake up from, so you’ll just end up peeing in your sleep, just like the lil toddler you claim you aren’t. Nurse, also get his head phones on so he can get a good dose of hypnosis before he goes night night. Sweet dreams”

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INTENSIVE CARE:

AHHH EHUH! You screamed as a nurse held your mouth open with some pillar looking instrument. “Ok, let’s lay your bib, on you baby. It’s gonna cover your eyes too, but that’s probably for the best” the other nurse said “Ok, now let’s insert the mouth opener…inject the anesthesia, and begin the regression surgery, first we need to make you more suitable for breast feeding, we can’t have you biting a nurses nipples. Don’t worry, for your bladder control removal part of the operation, you will be out, we just like to give the new patients a lil fear shock. Nursey told you to just accept the mandatory matriarchal regression rules, but as with most males, you just had to be stubborn, you brought this on yourself baby. You should be especially worried how, I here the strictest mommies love to adopt males that have under gone the full regression process”

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…As you are there, frozen in place, watching as she prepared herself for the operation. Time seemed to slow as you can’t take your gaze away from how she meticulously tucked her hair inside of the hair net. Your eyes fixed on her as she had hers fixed on you. “Next,” She said aloud, was the beautifully sterile surgical mask. Taking a moment to hold it under her chin as she gracefully moved the bottom strings above her head, pulling them tight to hug her hair net. She tied a cute little knot in to hold her mask in place. Your staring did not go unnoticed and there was a twinkle of pride in her eyes as she watched you. A small, playful smile crept onto her lips as she lifting the top strings to finally pull the mask over her mouth, securing the strings behind her head. “I love this part.” Is all she said before adjusting the nose piece, form fitting the mask to her delicate face. She lazily strolled over to her cart, turning away from you as she picked up gown, letting it fall open before her, stepping her slender body into the material. Draping it over her shoulders and letting her smooth hands be hugged by the cuff of the gown. A giggle escaped her as she finally started to open the packet of her beige, translucent, surgical gloves. Left one comes first, she mentally told herself. Holding the glove with her right gown cuff, she brought her left over to slide into it’s sterile sheath. Lastly, the right one, and she’ll be ready. The fingers of her left get tucked beneath the cuff of her right glove, pulling it over her hand, and using it to fix the cuff of her left over her surgical cuff. Finally, she looks over at you, smiling her widest grin as she looks at your restrained body, legs spread eagle, and arms spread wide, naked. His mouth gagged, but he was allowed to watch. What a good patient…  

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Shaved and Snipped - Her Big Operation

By ladybalddreamz

I had met my girlfriend a year before my journey began, she was tall and slim and had black hair to her shoulders and like me shaved her cunt bald. She was dominant and I loved it, she was a doctor who owned a private clinic and loved to 'treat' me, we had discussed ultimate fantasies for a while and then she decided it was time we would live it out. I was so excited it made my 'problem' worse, my clitoris was swollen all the time and needed constant attention. I had been diagnosed with a mild to moderate form of constant arousal syndrome and she was aware of this. We had discussed ways to 'alleviate' this problem of my troublesome clit, she told me the clitoris was a wonderful organ but when things went wrong it was capable of causing a lot of trouble, so I needed surgery. Of course I was willing! She asked me to be ready for an 'exam' and I was to be naked on the bed, with 'down below' shaved smooth and my legs open so the first things she saw when she came through the door was shaven cunt. I was ready and excited, she came in and I was on my back, my gash all swollen and pink, my clit aching and red and sticking right out.

"How are we today?"

She was wearing her white coat.

"I got pain in my cunny again."

"Let me see."

She spread me wide.

"Are you still getting painful constant arousal?

"Yes, all the time, I hate it!"

"You have a swollen clitoris. It is terribly swollen, it indicates you have an illness that I must treat. You need orgasm and then some desensitisation treatment to stop your inconvenient feelings of constant arousal."

She wheeled a trolley next to the bed and I gave a groan of alarm as I saw the array of instruments - this was new to me, there were medical clamps and scalpels and a suture kit, cutting equipment and things I did not even recognise. Then to my alarm her nurse came into the room. She looked between my legs at my naked groin and then smiled at me as she put on a surgical mask.

My doctor patted my arm as she lifted a hypodermic needle.

"You are going to have an operation, my love. A real one, a drastic one. I sent the results of you examination to a colleague of mine and they were able to confirm that your clitoris is over sensitive, that it will continue to swell and ultimately become irrevocably infected without intervention."

"What kind of intervention?"

By now I was scared, the nurse was strapping my ankles securely into stirrups and taping my wrists to my sides. My lover was now my Doctor and taking charge of the situation, this was not a game and her expression was grave.

"The pain you have been getting in your clitoris is indicative of the most serous form of clitoriditis I have ever seen. I gave you an enema this morning was part of your prep, it was not play. I did not want to tell you the bad news until it was time to take you to theatre."

I wanted to panic but the injection made me drowsy. I was not so drowsy that I was unaware, and I could still move, but ll the fear was gone. I understood I had to have an operation on my cunny and my lover was going to perform it.

The nurse was helping her with her gown and gloves. I watched as they both donned surgical garb. My legs were relaxing in the stirrups and I gave a tiny whimper as the nurse slid in a catheter, but as the amber liquid flowed from my bladder a sense of peace came over me - I was in their hands now and I had to have surgery on the most sensitive part of my body. My lover had remarked the first time she had licked me that my clit had seemed 'rather large and red' but now I understood why she had insisted on all the private examinations when the clinic was shut, why she had made notes on all the clitoral pain I had experienced. She had guessed I had a condition. She knew I needed an operation and she was the best person to do it. My ankles were released from the stirrups and my legs were placed closed, although there was a gap now the tube protruded from my labia. I was covered with a small sheet and then wheeled down the corridor. The clinic was empty but all the lights were on and as I watched my lover wheeling me she looked down.

"It will be alright."She promised me, "You have to be a brave girl."

To my shame my fetish was taking over and I felt wetness sliding out of me, even making my catheter rub in a pleasant way.

This all changed when we entered the operating theatre. I was placed on the tale under the bright lights, an IV was put in my arm and my legs were opened, the table positioned and once again I was in stirrups, this time with my knees bent high and wide apart and the heat from the light beating down on that painful red organ that was swollen up despite everything. My lover looked at me sadly.

"You condition has been linked to abnormal brain patterns as well as hormones, for that reason I have to attach some monitor wires to your scalp for the duration of your treatment so these can be studied later for abnormalities. For this reason, I have to shave your head clean.I am so sorry."

"No!" I shouted, but the nurse who had stood behind me simply lifted my ponytail and sliced through it. I started to cry as she switched on a small white hand held shaver and switched it on. She placed the blades at the front of my head and shaved a strip, leaving the centre of my head with a bald stripe. Then she did it again, and again, shaving me bit by bit, as each tress fell away, she lifted it free and dropped it into a bag marked 'medical waste'. The nurse continued to shave me despite my sobs. She paused to use a cool hand to briefly brush the tears from my face.

She looked at the doctor as she held up my ponytail.

"Is this for disposal?"

"No, keep it, she might want it after the op." my lover replied, "So she can remember her hair."

They were talking over me as if I was barely there. Then my lover looked down at me."Please, nooooo..."I begged weakly but she just spoke softly to me.

"I have had to make the decision for you to submit you to clitoral surgery and neurological monitoring. Your condition means you must have this operation and lose your hair as part of the treatment. You will have the best care, my love."

The nurse seemed fascinated as she picked up the pack of ready to use wax strips.

"ShallI do the scalp wax now doctor?"

"Yes, at once." My lover replied.

The nurse began to keenly press the strips down and then pull them off, a press and rip sensation that hurt but as my head was waxed it was the loss of my hair that made me cry mostly. My lover watched, still looking at me with compassion. When the nurse had thrown away the last of the wax along with the last trace of my hair she took a cool cloth and wiped over my head.The cloth glided over and she paused again to wipe off my tears. Then she took the top off strong smelling glue. My Doctor had taken a marker pen and was dotting positions on my hairless head.

"Be careful with that, nurse - it bonds in seconds."

My lover lifted up a dish containing small silver discs. There were about a dozen of them.

She spoke t me slowly and clearly in case I was drowsy from the tranquilizer injection.

"These discs will stay bonded to your bare head for a month after your operation, they will fall off after that, they are to transmit your brainwaves to a remote unit. Your head has been waxed so you have no regrowth for at least two months, my love."

I was past crying now.My hair was gone and that was it. I knew I was facing genital surgery of a serious nature and I lay there, looking up while the doctor and the nurse prepared the instruments and talked over me.

The nurse looked down between my legs.

"It's a shame, your girlfriends got a lovely pussy."

"Yes but see how engorged the clitoris is?"

My lips were splayed open sharply.

The nurse peered down."Looks like its going to burst! It should not be that purplish colour around the hood, either. She must have found orgasm very painful."

"She did."

My lover parted my buttocks and invited the nurse to share the inspection.

"The rectum is shockingly tight, too. She's bled after passing motions several times. I gave her a rectal as part of our bedroom play and I knew she had a lot of problems in the area - its all linked and it all needs surgery. We she wakes up, after the pain is gone, she will feel like a new woman."

"How will she cope with her new look down there? And what about her hair? It might never recover enough for the roots to grow back."

My lover leaned down and smiled at me kindly.

"I shall still love you the same."She told me, "Hair or no hair!"

I blinked, tried to speak but my Doctor was gluing cold metal sensors to my smooth head and they felt chilly and the glue stung, then tightened as metal set against my newly exposed flesh. The nurse took up a hypodermic. She hovered between my legs, her other hand holding my labia open.

"Do we need to restrain her any further, Doctor?"

"No."my doctor replied, "She is well tied by the restraints."

The she leaned over me.

"I am going to give you an orgasm, my love, I know the nurse is present and you are in pain but please try not to feel ashamed, it is important we record your brainwaves during pre-operative orgasm."

My doctor and lover stood between my spread legs. She glanced at the nurse.

"Keep watching the monitor and make sure brainwaves are recorded. This won't take long, that poor clitoris of hers is about to burst!"

Doctor lowered her mask then dipped her head between my legs. She hovered above my shaven pubis for a moment, taking a last look before surgery.

"I'm going to lick that juicy cunny of yours." She told me.

Then she kissed my pubic mound, before spreading me wide and taking a long, tender lick. The sensation of her tongue on my swollen rosebud seemed to grate and I gave a moan of pain. But pleasure throbbed also and she sucked on the reddening organ, licking sucking, pressing down as her tongue worked hard.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhh aaa mmmmmmmm..mmm aaah!"

I was twitching and groaning, my voice echoing around the operating theatre. The nurse was studying the spikes on the monitor, which she began to print off.

My lover watched as my cunny twitched for the last time, then she wiped me clean, something that made me whine as the cloth scraped my clitoris, the organ was still huge and refusing to calm down. She took a brush and began to paint my groin with iodine, every stroke tickled despite the pain and as she glanced at me I managed a smile.

"That’s it, good girl." She said.

Then she opened me wide and the brush soaked in bright iodine found its way into every crack and crevice - I groaned as she pained first my clitoral hood and then under it, before the brush went lower still and stung my inner flesh. She gave the brush a good soak in the iodine and painted around my rectum, then stuck the brush inside and twirled it for good measure.

Then she looked at me.

"Are you still aware, my daring? Nod your head for Yes."

I nodded.

She lifted a pair of what looked like dainty silver tongs.

"Nurse, I want you to watch this." She said aloud, "This is known as clitoral stretching and desensitisation. Its important pre surgery , just to ensure the blood does not become too engorged."

She held up the tongs and showed me.

"Take a deep breath."

The tongs went between my legs, she positioned them slowly and carefully, then snapped them shut brutally. They locked with a click and my clitoris was trapped. She began to tug and pull on the tongs, from my position on the tale I could see my clit being stretched and crushed like a long piece of meat. The nurse watched in fascination.

"How painful is it?" My doctor asked me.

My mouth as open but at first I could not find breath. Then she clamped the tongs shut even tighter.

"Aaaaaa eeeeeeeee aaaaah oooooooow!"

My voice was a high pitched scream.

"There there." MY lover said casually and offered the tongs to the nurse.

"May I?"

"Yes, tug hard and then rotate left then right and pull again."

"Thank you!"

The nurse obeyed her.

"Aaaaarrrghhh ooo oh oh noooo aaaaah!"

I fought to take a breath.

"Almost over." My lover said to me, "Be brave, you are doing so well my dear."

"It's rather like tenderising a piece of meat." My Doctor added, taking the tongs from the nurse, "The clitoris actually extends four inches into the body. It's best that we draw as much of it out as we can. Check the print out to record her pain stats."

The nurse went back over to the machine and watched.

"Once more." Doctor said, then pulled on the tongs. I felt a sharp tug deep in my groin as if everything inside had been jerked outwards. I breathed in sharp and was grateful for the oxygen over my face. I stared upwards at the lights for a moment, pain stunning me. Then she pulled again.

"ieeeeeeeeee...ooooooowwwwwww...oooooo-oooo n-n-naaaa--noo -no- no-! "

I gasped for air and looking down saw my clitoris as a glowing red bulb locked in tongs, swollen even larger than I had ever suffered it and the length of it resembling a small penis about three inches long.

She twisted the tongs again, twistng left and right. Tears ran down my face.

"MMMMmmmmmm....mmmm....aaaaaaa!"

As she caught the look in my eyes my lover stopped.

"Have you crossed into a brief sensation of pleasure?"

I nodded.

"Nurse."

The nurse left the machine and came over. Her eyes widened as she saw how much of my clitoris hand been pulled upwards.

"Hold the tongs." She ordered her, "My poor darling has some arousal remaining. I want to make her come again."

Then she lowered her voice.

"It IS her last one."

While the nurse held the tongs, my lover paced a thumb and forefinger either side of my blood red clit. Se began to rub frantically, until her glovedhand became a blur.

I came at once.

"OOOhhhh....aaaaaaaah aahhh AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGHHHHHH MMMMMMMMM OOOOooo ohhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Then I relaxed, pleasure fading as the sensation of my clit being pulled came back, although by now the tip was numb.

I felt something run down my face, I realised I was sweating but my lack of hair meant it just ran onto me. My Doctor wiped my face and head.

"I have to give you a large injection in the pubis."She informed me, "I am so sorry if it is painful Count to ten and your pubis will be numb."

I nodded dumbly, bracing for the needle but as it dug in and the nurse slid the needle deep into the bone beneath my clit, I gave a weak yell, then as the pain throbbed and she pulled the needle out, my lover, still masked, cupped my face and looked into my eyes.

"Count with me - two, three four, five six..."

"Seven, eight." I said weakly, then I felt the pain melt. I was aware of a prodding sensation but felt little else.

"Can she feel that?" The nurse asked.

My doctor shook her head.

"Shes numb and hazy, good work, Nurse, that needle hit the spot. Numb the rectal area, please."

I was aware of a gloved hand that seemed to rummage between my buttocks, the I realised the nurse was applying thick white cream both internally and externally which she covered with a dressing and the taped to me. The way I was spread with all holes on show meant the dressing just sat there with ease, while I felt my ass turn to ice.

An oxygen mask was placed over my face.

"It is time, my darling. Be brave."

As I looked into the eyes of my lover I got the oddest wish that I could spread my legs even wider. I glanced down towards my groin and looked back at her and smiled.

She seemed to understand, patting my bare pubis.

"I know, I know."She assured me, "It will soon be over."

Then she covered her mouth again and turned to the nurse who showed her the results of my first brain wave recording. She nodded to her and ordered her to clamp me wide open. If felt nothing but more tugging as I was clamped. The nurse stood beside her, watching with intense interest. I noticed The tongs were back but now I did not care as I was numb. She grasped the end of my stretched clit and held it up.

"Fascinating." The nurse said. My lover was carefully examining my clamped, stretched clitoris. She looked up at me.

"Your clitoris IS diseased." She told me, "I am sure that after surgery there will be no more problems but you do know what this means, don't you?"

I smiled in an understanding way as I recalled all the times she had mock examined me and threatened to 'cut it off'. This was it, it was real and strangely I felt very aroused by the idea.

"Are you going to remove my clit?" I said slowly and weakly.

She nodded."And the hood, and the inner labia. I'm so very sorry."

I managed to smile.

"Operate on me Mistress." I said, words were slurring.

The nurse glanced at the Doctor and I saw a trace of arousal in her eyes as she realised her Doctor and boss was my mistress and about to cut off my clit and not only this but I wanted it. My Doctor lifted a scalpel.

She looked intently at me.

"I'm going to slit the hood and remove it, then cut off the inner labia and remove the clitoris last of all." She advised me.But all I could see was the eyes of my beautiful woman doctor.

"I love you." I said dozily, "Take my clit, cut my cunny..."

"She's under enough for us to proceed." My doctor said.

She lowered the scalpel and began to cut.

Moments later she drew back a blood stained knife and demanded the nurse suction the area. She wiped me again and applied another clamp, then as the nurse held out a silver kidney dish, she dropped apiece of bloody flesh into it.

"That was your hood." She told me.

She took a fine needle and began to sew, it was a slow procedure but the nurse watched with her eyes wide.

"We are we performing clitoridectomy?"

"After labia removal."

She took a tiny pair of forceps and gripped my left labia. Then she took up miniature heated cutters, as she did so they bleeped and she nodded.

"That means they are at the right temperature."

She held my inner fold tightly with one hand and clipped with the other.The room was filled with the smell of burning and and a sound with each clip as if chicken skin was being cut.

As she repeated it the other side I saw the nurse eagerly position the bowl to receive the flesh. As the Doctor dropped it in she paused to look at it, seeming fascinated by an amputated labia and clit hood.

"Keep the hood and the labia minora in the bowl and get another for the clitoris."She told the nurse, "They have to be sent to the lab as separate tissue samples because the clitoris is an organ."

The nurse nodded, placing the bloody bowl to one side and eagerly selecting another, larger gleaming bowl which she hovered between my legs with, watching my lover work with eagerly gleaming eyes. My lover looked into my eyes.

"I'm taking your clitoris right out." She told me"There may be a few nerve endings left behind and as soon as you are healed i will be down there between all you have left to give you the remains of pleasure, but your clitoris MUST be removed and it is happening now. I will put on the clamp first."

The nurse stood behind me and ran her latex covered hands over my bald head.

"Stay calm." She was reassuring me, "It wont take long. Once your clit is gone you will have no more pain or disease. You’ll be nice and clean and you will look lovely. I rather think the bald look suits you."

My doctor looked up from my groin and smiled.

"I think my nurse finds you attractive with your hairless look. I certainly do. Remember I said I'd always wanted to shave your head?"

I smiled and nodded.

As my lover drew her hands away from my groin I saw they were heavily blood stained.

"Is...the..clamp on?" I said weakly.

She nodded.

"The clamp is on firmly."

Then she gripped the handle of the tongs so hard I saw muscles flex in her arms. She drew the tongs upwards and pulled even harder. I saw my clit as a thick, red, swollen piece of meat gleaming by the surgical light and stained with iodine. She slid the heated blades down low, I felt pressure as she dug into the pubic bone.

"Here we are." She announced, then closed the blades.

It happened fast, she released the blade as burning filled the room and the wide eyed nurse stared at the clitoris that was dropped into the kidney bowl. My lover picked up another suture kit and began to sew quickly, she moved my catheter as she worked and I guessed she was tidying me up.

"I want to keep the outer labia intact."She explained to me as she worked, "Purely for my preference, so I get a lovely surprise when I part the lips and see a lovely thin scar ad a pee hole and a vagina."

I smiled through my mask.

As she finished stitching she changed her gloves and ordered the nurse to cover my pubis. The nurse carefully dressed me covering the whole of my cunny but leaving a gap for the catheter to poke through. Once it was all taped up she took the ass dressing off and wiped off the excess cream.

"Are you still awake?"

My lover was leaning over me.

I nodded.

"I'm going to give you a rectal muscle stretch."

I smiled lazily, now longing for sleep.

I was aware of a vague prodding, then my bowel filled with liquid.

"It's important to flood the rectum with lubricant." She said to the nurse.

"Hold her buttocks WIDE apart for me, please!"

As I lay there I laughed in my drugged state as I heard a squelch and a pop, then another squelch as her hand worked in and out of me, I could feel my body sliding up and down despite the restraints.

"Now I can get one hand in, I'm going to slowly insert the other."

She talked to the nurse like a teacher as she elongated her other hand. The nurse nodded and watched, she was clearly thrilled to be a witness to such radical surgery and I had no complaints. She held my buttocks wide, bracing them open. My Doctor pushed in her other hand. I felt a vague slopping inside, a popping and slurping that made me giggle through my mask. As she took both hands out trapped wind popped out loudly like a series of sharp snaps. And I laughed even harder, as I realised I was bald, catheterised, circumcised and now farting loudly while my lover and a nurse tore me a new ass.

"That was a loud one." The nurse remarked.

I laughed again. I could feel my face reddening all the way up to my bald head.

"Good thing I cleaned you out this morning." My lover said playfully, "It's just a big, big fart, calm down, my dear. Almost done."

She slid her hands back into my ass.

"Now I'm going to do the interesting part."

The nurse was still holding me open.

"Stretch her hole with your fingers?"

"Slide both hands in, grip both sides of the anal opening and pull -"

My lover grunted with the effort, she was literally pulling my ass apart. The nurses eyes widened as her hands pulled until my hole yawned like a gaping black pit.

"She's tearing."

"Scissors."

The nurse handed her the scissors.

"I'm snipping both sides at the top and the bottom of the rectal opening much like a vaginal episiotomy."

She handed the bloody scissors back to the nurse. Then she smiled at me.

"When you are healed my hands will slide in and out of you, my love."

"Have I still got an ass?" I asked lazily.

"A very loose one."

She took a wide tube. It was clear plastic and looked more like a pipe than any kind of catheter. It slid in with a slurp and a pop and then she took up a needle and thread.

"I'll now sew the new rectal opening to the width of the pipe to ensure a wide hole."As she was tying off the last stitch I felt a rumble and another fart exploded from me.

"Thats quite enough!" My Doctor said and showed me a long, thick rubber tube. She inserted it high into my rectum, way past the support that held open my ass.

"No more farts for a while!"She teased me, then she kissed my brow.

"All over now."

I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.

When I woke up I was high on pain relief but my Doctor lover showed me a mirror and when I saw my bald head, still with the sensors glued to it, I swore I felt a tingle somewhere in the region of where my clit used to be. She told me she had left a small cluster of nerves behind so that with much stimulation I would still have orgasm sensations - with her help, of course. Then she took the dressing off. It was a neat scar, I marvelled at the way the thin line was so tightly stitched. wo weeks later the results came back from pathology and revealed my clitoris and other tissues were actually healthy. I said to my lover i had become bald, circumcised and had my ass wrecked for nothing, but the she smiled and asked me if I liked the result. I had t admit I could hardly complain because I had masturbated ver it so many times in bed with her.

"I love it." I told her.

She planted a kiss on my pubis, spread my labia and licked my scar. The pillow felt cool against my bald head and I sighed as her hands slid in and out of my ass. And as I was still recovering in her clinic, the nurse watched everything,her own hand toying with something I didn’t have any more - a clitoris. My lover asked if she could play with it n fro of me and I said yes, then my toes curled as the Doctors expert finger hit a small bundle of nerves where my clit used to be and the nurse stopped masturbating to take the brain wave reading from the machine beside my bed.

I came to think of her as my masturbation nurse and welcomed her assistance when my lover played with me.

Six weeks later I went home with my lover and found my modified body made our love life better than ever. And my hair did not row back. That was something that excited both of us, and even the nurse, who made regular visits once a week to enhance my 'check ups'.

And that is the story of how my lesbian doctor lover changed my life forever.

I remain her bald patient and lover and have a beautiful scar between my legs that I think of as a work of art.

The End

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As you lay there in their dental chair you know something is off about your new dentist and her assistant. You can feel they are not wearing bras underneath their scrubs as they “accidental” rub their chest against your cheek. You stare up to look into their eyes to avoid staring directly into the dental light and Dr. Chelsea is giving you cute little winks with her baby blue eyes. When her assistant Nurse Nancy reaches over to grab a new instrument to hand to Dr. Chelsea she races it over your pants. The blood rushes down to your own instrument, the moves these two are putting on are too much to handle and it’s killing you. Worst of all they know, you can see them taking a turn staring down at the secret you are trying desperately to remain hidden. Then they give each other a lot and nod.

Dr. Chelsea turns to Nurse Nancy, “I think our patient here is getting a little to nervous”. She turns to you beaming with excitement “there is nothing to be scared about while we clean your teeth, so we are going to give you a little gas to help you relax”. Before you have time to protest Nurse Nancy throws a gas mask over your mouth and let’s the gas flood your lungs. The light over your head gets brighter and brighter, then everything turns black.

From darkness light returns although everything is foggy you cannot move. You have been strapped down to the chair and before your eyes you see the devilish two now sporting surgical attire. “Now Nurse Nancy you know what I hate most of all about patients? They cannot behave in my chair because they are little perverts who can’t control their dicks. Luckily we have a solution for that don’t we?” Nurse Nancy replies with enthusiasm “We sure do doctor, good old fashioned castration, we are just going to have to snip his fun parts right off”. She then delicately hands Dr. Chelsea a scalpel off the tray next to you. Dr. Chelsea lifts it up to the ghostly light and a giggle escapes from under her mask. “See I told you there was nothing to be scared of while we were cleaning your teeth, now that we are finished however perhaps you should be worried”. You try to muster the strength to bellow for help but Nurse Nancy covers your mouth with one latex hand and pets your forehead with the other. “Ssshhhh this is for your own good, so you can be a well behaved patient for us. Now don’t resist and we might let you cum one last time.”

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"Oh, come now, Lise," Nancy chuckled, her gloved hands squeaking softly as they slipped over her girlfriend's bare thigh. "'Horrible' isn't exactly the word I'd expect to hear about a soft cotton adult brief! Do try to be at least a little bit objective and realistic, hmm? Otherwise what's the point of this whole experiment?"

Lise scowled and glanced down in distaste at the offending plastic garment. "Hey, Nancy, I'm trying!" she complained, wincing slightly as the rubber-coated fingers continued to caress her sensitive inner thigh. "It's just- I mean, I know you said you needed my help. And I really am trying – for you. But come on. You really expect me to put up with wearing a- a freaking diaper for this entire week, and to not get pissed about it?!"

"Oh, diaper is such a loaded term, isn't it?" Nancy smiled, giving her girlfriend's padded crotch a soft pat. "Pun unintended, of course. Call them that if you like, though – it doesn't matter to me. The fact remains that as a doctor I'm new to this city, and I'm relatively young, and I really need more first-hand experience." Her right hand slipped affectionately down from Lise's bare shoulder to her equally bare breast. "You know as well as I do, Lise, that we've got a lot of old folks and special needs folks around here. And I mean: a lot. So how else do you expect me to learn what the best sorts of products and practices are if you're not going to be a sport and help me test them out?"

Lise heaved a gusty sigh and squirmed uneasily against the squeaking plastic of the new exam chair. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm doing my best, okay? Just- I mean, I dunno…" She gestured down at the soft cuffs holding her ankles hostage. "Can't we at least take those things off now? I swear I'm not going to run away, babe – or kick you, either. You know, tempting as it might be right now…"

But Nancy only laughed and glanced down at them approvingly. "Hush, no whining! Doctor knows best, after all, and I'm just glad to finally put them to use…" She grinned and slipped a finger deftly under the leg guard of her "patient"'s diaper, eliciting a yelp of protest. "Now, then, let's see… Aww, babe, you're still dry? But I thought I told you to drink up this morning at breakfast! You're not getting dehydrated on me, are you?"

"Nanc-ee!" Lise wailed, squirming away from her smirking girlfriend's probing fingers. "I told you – I don't wanna pee myself! Why is that so freaking hard for you to understand?" "Because it makes no sense," Nancy returned evenly, her tone slipping into the businesslike cadence of a newly minted doctor with a head crammed full of knowledge. "The sterility of human urine is unmatched by almost any other readily-available substance on the planet, and the pH actually poses little risk to average, healthy human skin so long as contact lasts no more than twelve hours. The aversion to human waste some believe is instinctual is actually social in origin, Lise. So there is no reason why we should hate relieving ourselves in properly designed garments like this any more than we should balk at using a toilet…"

"That said," she continued, with a final amused shake of her head at Lise's still unconvinced expression. "I do understand that social inhibitions can be problematic, however illogical they might be. So why don't we find a way to help you move past them and soil your bri- I mean, as you say, your diaper – before we wrap up?"

"This is all in the name of science, after all!" Nancy smiled – though as she turned and stooped to produce a device Lise knew only too well from a lower drawer, Lise felt her jaw slacken in shock and trepidation. Good grief! That was no medical device…

To be Continued!

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Bend over the swing…

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Please don't do this, I don't want to be a woman. Let me go. I don't want a vagina and breasts.

Sweetheart I'm afraid due to your uncooperative attitude, Dr. Abby will also be performing a transcranial lobotomy today. That should help you be a little less rebellious and a little more complaint. Unfortunately it will mean you will have to be cathetered or diapered from here on out. But no one ever said being a woman would be easy. Now, now there we go see I told you, you couldn't hold your breath forever. Soon you'll be heavily sedated with your legs high and wide in Dr. Abby's stirrups. Night, night sweetheart.

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I will restrain you in a chair and wear a dental gag. I am your dental hygienist. I will begin treatment. Open wide.

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Open wide 💕

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Pink uniform 💕