The CBT Nurse

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He just keeps coming back. After everything I’ve done to him, all the ways I’ve pushed his body to the edge, tortured his most vulnerable parts, he always returns for more of my treatments. Today he has no symptoms, just a check up, like always. I know it’s just an excuse to feel my hands running over his body, a reason to let me peek under that medical gown before sliding my way up, into all those sensitive places. 

It’s all in the pursuit of science.

I explain the purpose of the restraints each time with a smile. There’s always a part of me that flushes with surprise every single time he allows me to do this. He knows full well what he’s in for but the glaze over his eyes tells me that his memory has subsided, replaced now by a sense of surrender, nothing but a will to submit. I’ve worked long and hard to develop this side of him, lulling him into this sweet rhythm, slowly coaxing his addiction to pain, his reliance on me to both provide and alleviate it. 

He’s like a damn etch-a-sketch and his dick is the eraser knob at the bottom. I fuck with him, experimenting, watching my results, honing my skills and when I’m done, I just use the reset knob. I get to play with a fresh screen each time.

He never resists when I strap him down. His eyes fully fixated on me, mouth slightly open like the little malleable ball of putty he truly is. I smile and push my hair over my shoulders so it lays on my back, making sure he gets a great view of my cleavage. I watch his glossy eyes run to the plunge in my white shirt. His pelvis instinctively thrusts up and he lets out an adorable little moan before seeking eye contact again. When his eyes meet mine, he is greeted with a nice, big, smile and just like that he’s mine all over, just like so many times before. This truly is his treatment, he needs this almost as much as I do.

I wink and tell him it’s fine to look. I whisper to him that I actually wore this low cut shirt just for him today. He stares at my cleavage as I bend over, securing one of the straps on the other side of his body. As I lay myself across his lap, reaching for the next restraint, his eyes wander to the curve of my back and finally land on the roundness of my ass, covered by an almost sheer white, pencil skirt. I catch him looking and reassure him that it’s okay because I have something to tell him. I reassure him that it sounds worse than it is and I have a plan to help him through. 

Today the clinic has run out of anesthetic.

He nods with surprising vigor upon being told this bad news and I instinctively laugh. He’s taken it very well so I run my hand over his cock and balls and lean in. “We can work together to make it feel good, right?” He nods enthusiastically, his mouth hanging open and his limbs completely immobilized. Okay, I’ve broken the news to him, the hard part is over, now for the fun part!

I walk over to the medical tray I’ve prepared for his treatment and pull it over closer to us. I keep it out of his view to keep his mind from racing. Now we begin the delightful dance of pleasure and pain. I show him the large magic wand and inform him that we’ll be working on his groin area today. After my initial exam, I found (once again!) that it seems there’s a lot of built up tension there that we’ll have to relieve. In my peripheral vision, I can see his hard cock bounce as he resumes his adorable little hip thrusting motion, humping the air at the prospect. This is an ideal physical state to be in, it will certainly help with the pain so I move on to the next stage of treatment.

As I wrap my hand around the base of his completely erect cock, he thrusts himself up and down, trying to give himself a handjob using my hand. I laugh at his enthusiasm and tell him to stay still. A brief moment of compassion washes over me as I watch him experience one of the few moments of sheer pleasure he’ll get in the next hour. I give his frenulum a blast of pleasure from the vibrator before removing it quickly. I grab the testicle compressor and place it on his stomach while I lube up my hands and slip my fingers into my white, medical gloves. 

As I manipulate his hard cock into the device, he starts leaking pre-cum. I smile as I pop each one of his testicles through the large hole as well, watching the wincing on his face for each. Once they’re through, his face returns to the pleasure drenched one from moments before. I slip his cock through the top plate and press down evenly, giving the testicles below a nice crush.

I watch his face twist in pain and I let up on the pressure. I tell him I have to put the knobs on to secure the device and then we have to start working on alleviating some of the pressure there. He nods and I reassure him that it is going to hurt like hell but I have a special treat just for him. 

The knobs are secured as I begin tightening the crusher. His face starts to grimace and I know it’s time to help him out. I blast his frenulum with the vibrator and lean into his ear. “Do you want to see?” as I motion down my shirt. His eyes quickly lock with mine and he slowly nods his head up and down with that lovely slack jawed mouth still hanging open. “You cannot tell anyone!” I insist as I stare him in the face. He whispers, “I won’t, I promise” he says and with that I quickly make my way over to the open door. I peek outside and quietly slide the door closed. 

As I return to him, an expression of concern fills my face, “This is just between us, right? I could lose my job over this, do you understand?” I ask him. He nods enthusiastically and my face warms into a smirk, once again sliding my hand across his cock slowly as I pass it by for the vibrator. I click it on and hold it tight to his frenulum with one hand as my fingers tug my shirt down with the other hand.

Once he is fully erect again, I place the magic wand down on the medical tray now using both hands to lift up my shirt, revealing my white bra underneath. I take a quick glance over my shoulder, assuring that the door is still closed then I quickly pull the bottom cups of my bra down, allowing both tits to bounce out. My pink nipples instantly become hard as his head raises to stare, mere inches away from my exposed breasts. 

His cock bounces and I tell him that this is the hard part and he’s got to be a good boy for me right now. I quickly twist the knobs of the crusher in turn while his eyes dart between the horror of the crusher and the decadence of my full B cups now bouncing bare in his face. I have to work quickly for fear of being caught and once I’ve pushed him just about as far as he can go, I quickly pull my bra back up, concealing myself again. I glance over my shoulder to make sure I haven’t been caught while pulling my shirt down. I slide my finger between the panes of the testicle compressor, feeling his balls, taught to their limit.

Onto the next stage of treatment.

His face drops slightly as my tits are covered and the vibrator clicks off but his cock remains fully hard. His eyes wander to his now flattened testicles and I see panic flicker across his face. I immediately reassure him that he’s doing such a good job, he’s being such a good boy for me.

I have another trick up my sleeve and I begin explaining to him how the natural pheromones of a woman’s vagina can actually temporarily change the pain response in an aroused man. It might serve as a sort of temporary anesthetic. He stares blankly at me and I lean in closely, “This might sound… unconventional but, it might help with the pain if you’re comfortable with it”. I lean in and translate the idea, I whisper, “I could let you smell my wet pussy if you want.”

Again, he nods vigorously and I tell him that I’ll have to play with myself very close to his nose for the pheromones to take effect and if he’s not comfortable with that, that’s totally okay. He tells me he’s okay with this idea so I smile and position myself over him, placing his face under my white skirt, between my legs. The full view of his painfully crushed nuts, instantly makes my pussy wet with power.

I look over to the medical tray and find the urethral sound, making sure it’s within reach as I reach between my legs, pulling my panties to the side, revealing my already glistening pussy to him. “Can you smell it?” I ask him as my finger enters the pink, wet folds, easing slowly back and forth over my clit. He whispers yes and I can feel his breath on me as I reach over for the metal sound.

My pussy releases one string of clear cum into his mouth and it trails over his face as I pull back, looking down at him in pure ecstasy, I hold the sound in front of my smiling face and he nods in approval. I resume my position, dripping pussy juice into his open mouth mere inches above him while I lube up his pulsing cock and the sound. As the tip of the sound finds the opening of his urethra, my pussy instinctively, without even being touched, gushes a splash of squirt onto his face. He moans in a combination of ecstasy and fear as I slip the sound in further.

I’m about two inches deep into his urethra when my body begins shaking momentarily, I can feel another surge of squirt make its way through my pelvis, blasting through my pussy lips. A moment of embarrassment passes through me, this is so unprofessional but his moans and pulsing cock immediately assure me that I’m safe to enjoy myself here. I felt his head dodge to catch my release and now I hear him swallow his treasure. As I allow the sound to work its way all the way down the length of his cock, I know I must keep still and keep both hands steady on the end of the sound. 

Perhaps the lack of direct contact is what's making me cum over and over, perhaps it's the power he’s given me to violate him so thoroughly, I’m not entirely sure. Whatever it is, it feels great and I release a full orgasm onto his face, inches away from his hungry, open mouth. With that, I slowly maneuver myself off his face while still holding the sound down his cock. I want him to see what’s he’s done for me, what a good patient he’s been.

The look of horror on his face is quickly nullified by my gentle stroking of my medical device, he lays his head back and starts breathing heavily. We’re close now and as I slowly pull the sound out and continue my motions up and down his heavily lubed up cock. I concentrate on his frenulum, moving up and down gently and as the sound finally exits his urethra I push the weight of my palm into the testicle crusher below. He moans in pain and I start stimulating him off more aggressively now, to compensate for the pain in his balls. 

“We’ve got to relieve all the pressure in your testicles today, there’s so much built up in your balls, we’ve got to squeeze it out. You can let it all out now, okay? Let it all out for me” and as I say this he immediately begins shooting out streams of white cum. I cover his mouth with my other hand as he screams into it. The first pulse of cum shoots up into the air landing on his chest, the second and third cascade onto his belly, the remaining cum drips down the length of his cock in smaller and smaller waves.

I keep stroking until the yelling turns into moans. I take my hand off his mouth and start quickly tightening the screws of the ball crusher. The look of betrayal on his face is comical and I try my best to look sincere when I tell him that I’m sorry, this is the last part of the procedure. 

His whole body is rigid, his core fully engaged as he attempts to pull his body off the medical bed. I tell him to keep his mouth shut as I tighten the screws one last time. The last drips of cum have leaked out and his face has turned almost as purple as his balls. “Only five more seconds and you’re all done” I tell him with wink.

He starts writhing around so I tell him sweetly, “I won’t give you my special treatments anymore if you really don’t like them!” This quiets him down and I slowly count down from five, watching his face writhing in pain the entire time, savouring each moment as his testicles are being compounded at a higher rate than they were, even at the height of his pleasure. This is torture - for him. 

Finally, the treatment is over. I release him from the testicle compressor and the bondage, sending him off to the bathroom to clean himself up. While he’s in the shower, I get the medical room cleaned up and sanitized. He returns looking refreshed and slightly dazed. We chat for a bit and as he leaves I give him a hug whispering that he did a great job. He looks entirely stunned as I cup the front of his pants, telling him to come back anytime.

I send him off, back into the real world and smile to myself as I close the door behind him. I give it a few minutes before checking my phone. There’s a text from him requesting another treatment in just a few days, as I add him to my calendar, I giggle to myself. The high from the successful treatment still coursing through my body, I find my magic wand, make myself comfortable and quickly rub another one out in celebration of a job well done.

Bastienne Cross

Experienced, professional Dominatrix and lifestyle kinkster, Bastienne Cross is a FemDom content creator in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Mentioned in the Huffington Post and a featured author on the ‘best blog reel’ on FemDom-Resource.com, Bastienne values quality and a sense of humour in all aspects of her practice, inside and outside of the dungeon.

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