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Come here Stacey. Its nap time for you. Yes that means it’s time for your special medicine again

Yes it’s the stuff I keep in that little brown bottle. Chloroform.

Look at Mommy pour it onto herlittle white cloth. Oops that’s quite a lot there. Oh well it will be nice and strong for you

Now you just come here and lay against Mommy’s breasts while I help you breathe on those sweet pleasant medical odours

You know the drill by now Stacey. Just breathe in and out. Nice deep breathes for me

That’s it. Aww are you sleepy already

Maybe it is a little too strong!

I can smell it too. That lovely sweet chemical aroma. Mmm. Makes you fill so dizzy and helpless doesn’t it. You really feel nice and woozy now.

There there. Just keep on breathing and relax. That’s it. Give in to me Stacey. You need to just let go and let the chloroform do its work

That’s right. You just want to go to sleep don’t you honey? It’s ok I want you to go to sleep too.

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I wanna play next 😷

Chloro bondage game with hot lady

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Turkish woman attacked in her house and chloroformed

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Shhh shhhh it’s okay

Just breathe

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“But baaaaabe, I’m not sleepy! I don’t want to go to bed yet…what do you mean you have something that will help?”

Girlfriend put to sleep with chloroform

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She’s a 10 but gets soaked and drooly when you wave a chloroform bottle in her face.

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sometimes you just gotta write weird gentle medkink-praise kink-light hypnosis shit with no characters or any proper plot

it’s under the cut

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Icy anxiety floods your veins as you lay on the table. The air isn’t much warmer as it seeps through your hospital gown. You try to distract yourself from your pounding heart and the stinging of the IV in your hand by staring at the bright light directly above your head.

Before long, though, your eyes get a reprieve by the arrival of someone at the head of the bed. A masked face looks down at you, their eyes kind and warm as they lock their gaze on you. They seem vaguely familiar, perhaps someone you met earlier before they wheeled you in here, but their name escapes you at the moment.

“Hey there. How are you doing?” they ask, a gloved hand resting on your shoulder. Their voice is equally gentle and sweet, and something about it just hits your brain at the right angle. They seem to genuinely care about your answer. Still, you shrug, trying to keep the feelings of anxiety out of your mouth. You’re quiet at the best of times, but when you’re this terrified, it’s almost always easier to just stay silent.

“That’s okay, I know the feeling.” Their hands are moving just out of sight, fiddling with something, before they return to your field of vision. “Can you look at me for a minute?”

It’s a slightly odd request, but you bring your eyes back up back from where you’d been staring off into the middle distance. You find it easier than you expected, actually, to stare into their gaze. You can’t quite tell what color their irises are, and as you distractedly try to figure it out, they speak again.

“That’s it, honey. Just look at me. There’s nothing else going on that you need to worry about.” Their voice has shifted a little lower in register, drawing your mind to their words like a magnet. “I want you to take a big, deep breath for me. Nice and slow.”

Even though your breath had been coming in short, near-hyperventilating gasps just a moment ago, it’s easy to do as they say. Cold air rushes into your lungs, burning slightly as your body accepts a real breath.

“Just like that. In…and out. Slowly.” Their hand rests on your shoulder again, just for a moment, and their touch seems to soothe your nerves almost instantly. “Each time you exhale, you can feel your muscles relaxing a little more.”

And, sure enough, as you let out your second breath, you feel the tension escape your limbs. The table is still cold and firm as your muscles begin to melt into it, but somehow that doesn’t matter.

“There you go. You’re doing really well,” the voice says. “Deep breath again. In….and out.”

When you breathe, this time, the anxiety seems to seep out of your brain, leaving you feeling numb and just a little bit like you’re floating.

“Perfect. Keep breathing just like that.” They sound more than a little satisfied, and they hold your gaze for another moment before they hold up what you vaguely recognize as EKG leads. “I’m just going to put these on you, okay? Gotta make sure that lovely heart of yours is beating nice and steady.”

You feel a muted pang of anxiety return as, with practiced motions, their hands gently press sticky pads on your chest.

“No, no, no. None of that. Deep breath for me.” Their hand ghosts back up to your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. They hold up a plastic clip, wired to something behind your head. “This is gonna go right on your finger.”

And sure enough, you feel it close around your index finger a moment later. You take another deep breath.

“That’s right. Breathe,” they say, and move to your arm, fiddling with the blood pressure cuff that stayed there from earlier. “Just finishing getting you hooked up.”

As if on cue, you can hear beeping counting out your heartbeat from the monitor next to the bed. They’re back at your head a moment later, fiddling with something else, and then their gaze is back on you. It’s as if they can see into your soul, and you’re not sure if it should be comforting or terrifying. You settle for both.

“Alright, sweetheart. Gonna give you a little oxygen, now, okay? I just want you to keep breathing nice and slow.” You flick your eyes to their hand, and sure enough, they’re holding a big rubber mask, connected to something behind you with corrugated tubing. It hovers over your face for a moment, not quite touching it, before it descends and seals over your nose and mouth.

It’s soft against your skin. You take a shaky breath. The air inside is cool and clean, if not a little tainted with rubber. It’s…confusing, and you can hear your heartbeat speeding up in your ears.

They must be able to sense your unease, because their other hand cups your face, their touch gentle even through the latex gloves. They stroke your cheekbone with their thumb while they tilt your head back so that you’re still looking right into their eyes. The anxiety dissipates again.

“That’s it. Nice and easy,” they murmur, running their thumb over your cheek one more time before letting your face go to fiddle with the machine next to them. “I’m going to start giving you some medicine now. Might smell a little different in a second. That’s normal. Just keep breathing and looking at me.”

Your next breath is sweeter. It’s almost like artificial cherries, not unpleasant, though it’s definitely noticeable. It’s not difficult to breathe.

“Good. Nice, deep breaths for me.” You stare into their eyes. You still can’t figure out the color, exactly, but you can feel the calm radiating off of them in a way that reflects back in your own nerves.

After a couple of breaths, you begin to hear an odd buzzing in your head, your thoughts beginning to thicken and cloud over with something foggy. You somehow feel light and heavy at the same time. Numbness creeps over you.

“That’s it. Getting a little sleepy now,” they croon. Their hand makes its way back to your cheek, stroking down the side. “You’re doing so very well for me.”

Another few breaths, and their words are getting harder to hear as the buzzing intensifies. Your vision begins to distort. You struggle to focus on their eyes in the sea of spinning static.

Their hand caresses your cheek again, before it disappears. “Time to go to sleep, sweetheart. I’m going to give you more medicine. Might smell a little different again.”

It’s an understatement, and you twitch a little and cough as a breath of thick, pungent air passes through your airway. You’d struggle harder if you could, but the numbness is settling deep into your mind.

“Shhh, shhhh, easy. I know it stinks. Almost over, I promise.” Their voice is still so gentle, even as you twitch against the mask. Their free hand holds your head steady, keeping you looking into their eyes as they speak. “You’re safe, I’ve got you. Just relax and let the medicine work.”

The next breath is easier, but you can’t tell if it’s just because you’re losing the ability to care again. Your eyelids are rapidly getting heavier and heavier with each second, and you can barely even move now. You take another breath, and you blink heavily, a vague thought to keep your eyes open crossing your mind.

“Shh. Don’t fight it, sweetheart,” their voice is almost a whisper as they lean a little closer to you. You can only just feel their hand stroke down your forehead. Your eyelids follow the motion, eyes rolling backwards when you try to open them again. Their voice sounds distant. “One more big deep breath for me. You’re going under now. I’ll take really good care of you.”

And, sure enough, your eyes finally drift shut on the next breath. You think you hear them murmur another encouragement, and then you’re gone.

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He gestures with the mask, and the tubing it’s attached to sways slightly. “Ready?”

Your heart starts to pound a little faster. “Yeah…I guess.”

He looks you over again, and you catch a glimmer of satisfaction in his expression. “All right, then. Just stay relaxed and take some deep breaths, okay? It’s only oxygen for now. We’ll do this slow, give you a chance to adjust.”

His hands are gentle as he settles it on your face. It’s soft, almost cushioned, and it doesn’t smell like anything in particular.

“Comfortable?” he asks, and you nod. You were expecting a lot worse, but it’s actually quite nice. “Good.”

You take a couple of breaths, bouncing between staring at the ceiling and staring up at him. It’s a strange angle to begin with, but he’s got a focused look on his face, looking down at you slightly clinically. It’s rather disconcerting, though there’s something…comforting about being watched so closely. As if you’re being cared for. Like you’re safe.

“How do you feel?”

“Okay,” you respond, unsure of what else to say. If anything, you feel like you’re more awake than you were a second ago, which just fuels the hamster wheel of your brain.

“You’re doing really well,” he reassures, and long, cool fingers brush across your forehead. “I’m going to start giving you some medicine, all right? It might smell a little strange, and make you feel a bit funny. No need to panic, just keep breathing.”

And yes, your next breath tastes sweet, artificial, but not necessarily unpleasant. You breathe in again, slightly less raggedly.

“Good…” his voice is calm and steady in your ears as he draws out the word. “Deep breaths, nice and slow.”

You blink, taking a few more slow breaths as he instructs. Your head begins to feel slightly light, and your thoughts begin to slow a little bit.

“Oh. Feel it.” You’re a little alarmed at how you’re now slurring your words, but he doesn’t seem fazed at all.

“Yeah, you would be feeling it by now. Else I’d be a bit concerned about your circulatory system.” You almost want to cringe away from the intensity of his gaze, even though your vision is beginning to blur ever so slightly.

“Difficult to focus?” he asks, and you nod. That’s a good way to describe it. You feel his free hand press to your wrist. He’s taking your pulse again. You’re becoming detached, though, and the touch feels just a little dreamlike. “Good. And your pulse is slowing way down. Definitely kicking in.”

His hand lifts from your wrist, and suddenly it feels as though his touch was what was grounding you to existence. You miss the tether. “I’m going to give you some more medicine. You ready?”

You nod, and then your next breath is tinged with something pungent and sharp, like a permanent marker being piped directly into your air supply. You gasp. A little cough escapes your throat, and you instinctively try to turn your head away. You don’t get very far.

“All right, all right, okay, it’s okay, you’re all right,” Cool fingers stroke your forehead again, before pressing to your temple. “Just breathe. In….and out, nice and easy. You’re being very brave right now.”

You don’t feel brave. You feel light, like you’re floating. His words filter into your ears as though through a blanket of cotton wool. You lean into his touch, trying to breathe as he says. The room is beginning to spin.

His hand is still on your forehead, gently stroking up to your hair. You blink up at him, your vision beginning to waver.

He’s looking at your eyes again. They feel thick and heavy. You have to make an active effort to keep them open and focused. The anxiety suddenly flares at the growing loss of control.

“It’s okay,” he repeats. His words are echoed in your ears as he looks at your eyes again. “You’ll start to feel sleepy, that’s normal. You’re just going to take a little nap for me.”

Distantly, despite his gentle reassurance, you feel the urge to struggle, to squirm away or to pull the mask off or to hold your breath. But your muscles are melting into the bed. All they give you is another twitch.

Then, there’s a cool hand gently steadying your head, and the gentlest of touches to your temple again. His voice is so soft, calming and clearer in your ears. “Easy, easy, easy, I’ve got you, you’re okay. You don’t have to be scared, you’re doing just fine.”

The fear evaporates.

“That’s it. Just a little more now. Keep breathing.”

The cool fingers disappear from your face, briefly, before they return. They are perfectly timed with a more intense smell. It’s like someone’s uncapped another marker. You automatically hesitate to breathe, but suddenly it doesn’t seem to matter anymore.

“There we go. Calm, calm, calm. I just want you to start counting down from ten with me now. Ten…”

You find it weirdly hard to speak. But you try. For him. “Nine…”

Gentle fingers stroke circles into your temple. “That’s right. Just relax…Eight…”

You blink as if on cue, taking another breath. Your muscles feel even more limp, as though they weigh a thousand pounds. “Seven…”

“Keep taking nice, slow, deep breaths, in and out, just like that…Six…”

“Five,” your voice is getting quieter, more mumbled. You can barely keep your eyes open.

“That’s very, very good. Four. You’re doing brilliantly.”

You take another deep breath. Your vision is going dark now, your eyes definitely wanting to stay shut. They roll backwards when you try to open them again. You twitch, shaking your head just a little. “T-three…..”

Another circular pattern on your temple. His voice is low, gentle, comforting, lullaby-like. “Shhh, shhhh, relax, just relax, and don’t try to fight it. Two. One more breath, now.”

One more breath.

You’re not even sure if you manage to breathe out a “One”, or if it’s just a disembodied sigh.

“There we go. Go ahead and close those eyes for me. I’ve got you.”

A gentle hand passes down over your forehead. And, just as the words drift into your mind, your eyelids lock shut, and you’re falling into the swirling dark.

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Do this to me when I get anxious 😴

Shelley Hennig Drugged Drink KO and Cradle Carry in Days of Our Lives 2009

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Fetishist. Issue 5

In this issue:

Medical fetish

Going under to feel up!

Practitioner says:

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Also in this issue:

Fulfill your fetishes with commissioned art.

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Singing before going under anesthesia

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Take some niiiice deep breaths my dear…

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Just take some nice deep breaths and relax. You do not have permission to copy or repost outside of Tumblr.

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Actress chloroformed by fan

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Cute Girl Chloroformed

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fucking. anaesthesia induction dialogue is the best thing.

“i’m going to put the mask on your face/give you this medicine/inject this into your IV line”

“it’s gonna be cold/sting a little/smell strong/taste bad”

“i want you to take some deep breaths/just relax/blow up the balloon on the anesthesia machine/close your eyes/keep your eyes open/tell me when you feel it”

“you’re gonna start to feel tingly/floaty/out of it/sleepy”

“your eyelids are starting to get heavy now. that’s okay, don’t fight it. you’re going to go to sleep now.”

“shh, it’s okay, just relax. i’ve got you…you’re safe, just let go. that’s it, you’re doing so well.”

“one more breath for me, sweetheart, there you go.”

also the nonverbal aspect of the interaction is. holy fuck. gloved hands stroking your cheek or holding your hand or patting your shoulder or running through your hair. making eye contact with you as you try to keep your eyes open. leaning in just a little closer so you can hear them talking gently to you as your hearing starts to go. maybe holding your head or shoulders down if you get a little scared or try to fight them. running their hand over your eyes to close them as you spiral into forced sleep.

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It doesn’t matter what language you speak 🥰 this mask will explain everything! 😴

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