Stories
In the current political climate is it important to note these are a mix of fantasy and reality and for entertainment purposes only. These are not promises or accounts of illegal activity.
Talmar:
You pick me up at the airport & we banter...as we have done many times in the past. We get to your house. You tell me to put my stuff down. You then proceed to undress me...first with that sexy glance of yours...then forcefully with your hands. As you strip me ...you purr that you are going to take our humiliation games to new heights. You get out some medical staples & staple my dog tag to my chest...which is our custom. You lead me up stairs toward your bed room. You Slap a leather hood over my face & hand cuff me to your bed post. Then I hear you humming softly as you put your make up on & transform into Dr. Eiger of the SS. As I stand cuffed to your bed post...the chill san Francisco air makes me shiver. My discomfort is added to when I hear male & female voices approaching the room...talking & laughing. Someone grabs my balls & give a squeezes...I moan & then laughs fill the room. I can't tell who squeezed my balls & this adds to my humiliation. When you are done dressing...you take my hood off. I see a well built hansome guy & a pretty red head. "see jamie...this is a real man...he can touch my breasts & fuck me...you are pathetic & are a toy of mine & you will never know me in this way." You then hook me up to a eros tek unit. You place blue bands around my balls & a probe in my ass. "This is voice activated!" You then proceed to lay the guy on the bed & pleasure your self riding him...As you moan & sigh & yell...I scream in pain from the shocks. The Red head climbs on and softly kiss your back & neck...giving me amused glances as I suffer. As he releases...you buck wildly...I scream...the red head giggles... You then all decide to have cigarettes..."You are my ashtray slut! And anyone eles I desire." You all take turns lightly burning my cock balls & thighs & nipples...I moan in pain & humiliation. " Bitch come lick me clean...this pathetic slave isn't good enough to." The Red head obeys. You then bend her over the bed & fuck her in the ass! Afterwards... you lead me to the dungeon & place me in your human toliet seat...you piss on my slowly at first & then your nectar gushes over face face & mouth...you giggle & then laugh. "Enough for one night slut...you proceed to lock me in your cell. "This is only the beginning".
Peter:
TRAPPED FOR TESTS There was no one in the waiting room when Peter opened the outer door, arriving for his annual company physical. That was a relief from the onslaught of sniffling and coughing people he usually ran into when riding public transportation or on his seldom trips to the Doctor. He would read his magazine for a bit, get his examination and then be on his way home. Early he hoped. Working the system, however, he had managed a mid-day appointment at the clinic recommended by his office manager. She had smiled when he had asked for the Company approved list and had insisted in making the appointment for him. He noted it was a new location and name, the Eiger Institute. He thought nothing more about it. Not being a real “go-getter, however, he had agreed, but slyly suggested a mid-day schedule, neglecting to mention that he had no intention of returning to the office to finish his workday. These things usually took only about an hour and playing his cards right, he could blow off the rest of the afternoon. “Travel time”, “late busses”, etc. would be his excuse. A few minutes into his magazine, the inner door opened and the strikingly attractive doctor, beckoned him into the medical examination area. He didn’t catch her name, but it was by “Pain Specialist” on the nameplate. Stuffing the magazine into his briefcase and directed to a waiting room, he was instructed to undress, don a cotton gown and wait. Performing as instructed, he avoided sitting on the cold plastic chair in lieu of climbing upon the paper covered leather table and looked around. It was a normal office with all the accoutrements of a busy practice. He waited while taking in the sounds of a medical office coming from outside his door. There were voices, phones ringing and after a while, as the sounds seemed to abate, he grew bored and lay down on the table, resting his head on the paper covered pillow. His eyes closed, but only momentarily as soon thereafter, the doctor came into the room and seeing him beginning to sit up, firmly instructed him to “Stay where you are, you’ll be much more comfortable and we can get started in preparation”. He readily complied and lay back anticipating a quick check up and a free afternoon. Smiling pleasantly, the nurse suggested that he close his eyes while she covered them with an eye shield, since “she wanted him relaxed and his heart rate at a low level.” With the eye shield on and laying on the table, he could hear her move about, then a command to raise his left arm and it was explained that for liability reasons they needed to immobilize him to prevent him from becoming unstable while laying upon the table. A few moments later and both arms were restrained and then firmly drawn above his head. Then his ankles in a similar manner. Doctor told him she would perform a few preliminary tests for heart, blood pressure and such. He could feel the little impact hammer being tapped about various parts of his body, a blood pressure cuff encircling his arm and then removed, a cold stethoscope on his chest and the tests must have gone well as he could hear her softly uttering “good, good, excellent”, and such indicators of his general health. Finally, Doctor told him to open his mouth and she would administer a mild sedative in preparation for the next series of tests. “Purely as a precaution, so don’t be alarmed” she said. He did as instructed as a tube was inserted and a surrounding mask was strapped around his head, preventing his ability to talk or utter anything but some indecipherable sounds. The flow started and he could taste the sedative and began to ingest it. The flow increased as she must have raised the level of the bag holding the liquid to the top of the adjacent IV stand. Then a small laugh, as the Doctor said to him, “well, Peter, that was easy, now for some real testing! But first, I’m going to clean some of the hair from your chest. You may need an electrocardiogram in a few minutes so you don’t mind, do you?” His response was negative, but the flow if liquid prevented anything but a series of grunts as she first moved his gown aside and then carefully applied a cool lather on his chest. It was followed by shaving all the hair from around each nipple and surrounding. Moments later, a large area of his chest was smooth to the touch as Nurse toweled him dry. Then, “Alright, Peter, I have you ready for some initial tests. Let me also tell you that we understand that your work behavior has been lacking lately, in fact for a long time, and your office sent you to us for some special treatment. We have a special page of instructions and desired outcomes. And you will be coming to us on a regular basis to restore your behavior and modify the attitude toward the women in your office. Understand?” Not understanding and shaking his head, no, the Doctor went on. “It really doesn’t matter if you understand or not, Peter. I am preparing you and you need to know that I am a specialist who is an expert in behavior modification and I am going to provide a lot of input for you today. You will be accepting a lot of training.” With that he felt a strong and gradually increasing pain on each nipple as the Doctor applied a specially constructed clamp to each one in succession. Groaning merely caused the ingestion of more sedative, making the Doctor smile at his reaction to the pain. Yes, she thought, Peter would be a good subject and would provide many hours of entertaining enjoyment as she worked on his pain acceptance and developed his latent dependency for the pain they knew he needed…wanted. And ultimately would crave! Early on she would condition him with hypnotherapy, in order to provide a more open and docile patient, one who was open and, subliminally at least, yearning for her customized pain regimen. Yes, Peter would be greatly surprised at his treatment, this day. One treatment out of many with increasing intensity. While he may not be completely accepting to begin with, that would shift gradually with time, she thought. And he would evolve so that he was craving his future treatments. It would be very satisfying to be the medical specialist administering his experimental series. She could sense his naiveté, so unaware of what the Eiger Institute was all about. They were so well equipped and there were so many option paths that would depend on the progress of her new patient. There was a narrowly defined pain path, guiding him into a deep and abiding need for pain. Additionally, there were many other alternatives, which easily worked with the pain option, including a slave track, bondage track and even a TG, or transgender path, with various degrees of application, light or heavy, depending on his reactions to initial conditioning. In any event, and without exception, he would be gaining larger nipples, much larger, through which she would administer much of the pain regimen. With many options, the gradually enlarging nipples leading to other input, some of it electrical, which again, might be light or heavy. Those decisions, however, could wait for a period of time. After his reactions to the initial conditioning were known, the staff would gather in the conference room, review his initial state, then compare his level of acceptance and change at that point in his mid-level state and then finally decide his future course of treatment. The absolute certainty was that he would receive an initial high-level mixture of pain and conditioning. Depending on his reactions and needs, the clinic was exquisitely equipped to administer whatever was required, desired and appropriate according to his needs AND the desires of its director, the renowned, Dr. Eisanna Eiger. Unable to be seen by her new patient, Dr. Eiger slowly and unconsciously moistened her lips in anticipation as she examined Peter’s file and extricated the first of the many hypnotic scripts that would be used in his mental conditioning. Today she would begin by working him into a realization of his Want, Need and Craving for Pain. The theme would be carried to whatever extreme she determined and prescribed over the period of his treatments. Which, if experience were any indicator, would in all likelihood be quite lengthy. With that she removed the two clips adorning his compressed nipples, manipulated them manually, enhancing the pain as the blood rushed into the abused skin. Then reinstalled them to move the pressure points. His groans caused even more of the sedative in the rapidly emptying bag to flow through the mask. His treatment was progressing nicely! MENTAL PREP TIME Examining his progress, she tipped the bag back and forth to ensure that all of the liquid would be consumed. With satisfaction, she observed that the supplies on the treatment tray were in readiness. As she spoke, her voice took on a deeper yet soft and more commanding tone… “Listen carefully, Peter! You are now being prepared for training. You will listen and be attentive to my every word. Accept my every word. Listen carefully to everything I tell you. Feel the sedative work on you. You are under my complete control. You want my control. You will accept my every command. Your mind is open to me and my control. You love my voice and it controls you. You wish to hear more of my instructions. Everything else is fading from your consciousness. There is Just my voice. Nothing else, just my voice and my control. You are becoming lost in my voice and are allowing your mind to relax. It is such a wonderful feeling to relax and allow your mind to be carried away by the sound of my soothing voice. You feel so relaxed and calm. Relax now as the sedative changes you and Accept my commands. Relax, Peter. Your mind is open to my voice and my commands. Feel your mind and body relax. You are relaxed. You need my preparation and training. My voice controls your thoughts. You want my voice and my commands. Your mind and body are so relaxed. There is peace and calm. Just your relaxation and my voice. A calming voice. A commanding voice. Open your mind to your needs. My preparation will identify your needs. Prepare your mind for my training. You are relaxed and ready for input. My voice controls your thoughts. You want my voice and my commands. You want what they will bring. Nod your head in acknowledgement! Yes, Peter. You sense a greater need. You yearn for this greater need. It whispers to you. It is close and you need it, Peter. It begins to envelope you now. Soon you will recognize it. Soon you will embrace it. You want sensation, Peter. I know your needs and you want and need sensation. You are relaxed. You are at peace now. You accept my control and recognize that you need sensation. It used to be pleasure, Peter. Now it is pain. You want to experience pain. You want to sense the pain. You want the pain. Listen to me and repeat after me. I want the pain. I need the pain, I crave the pain. Repeat it, Peter. I want the pain. I need the pain. I crave the pain. Keep repeating it till it fills your mind. I want the pain. I need the pain. I crave the pain. I want the pain, I need the pain, I crave the pain. There is nothing else in your mind except my words and your need for pain. Listen carefully and let my words envelope you. Feel your body accept its new awareness. You are now entering MY pain domain. You are becoming completely relaxed and compliant. Keep repeating my words till they are the only things in your mind. I want the pain, I need the pain, I crave the pain. I want the pain, I need the pain, and I crave the pain. There is nothing else in your mind except my words and your need for pain!” I want the pain, I need the pain, and I crave the pain. I want the pain, I need the pain, and I crave the pain.” And she softly whispered to him…”And you SHALL have the pain!” And soon it was the only thing in his mind. That and the Doctor’s gentle, yet firm, commanding and insistent voice taking him deeper and deeper into his new persona. One which would yield satisfaction to both he and his new Specialist.