SADISTIC NURSES’ TV VICTIM
My introduction to the delights of Female Domination happened almost by accident.
Indeed, luck, opportunity, and circumstance came together so neatly that day that now it
almost seems like Fate was working things out. But let me tell you about it:
My name is Justine Howard, and I work as a nurse for a doctor in a large city with a general
practice. The Doctor, whose name I cannot reveal, is good at his job, but really too
swamped with patients to give them much personal attention or even keep track of them
sometimes, so most of the routine examinations are done by myself and an aide, a cute
little oriental girl named Miko.
It was rather late on a Friday afternoon when Miko took a call for a last-minute^ j
appointment and managed to schedule it in. She mentioned that the caller had been rather
rude to her on the phone, but that was probably because of the pain he was in from an
An hour later, when he arrived for his appointment, however, it quickly became apparent
that there was a lot more wrong with this man’s disposition than mere pain. From my
cubicle, I could hear him complaining to Miko, who is also the receptionist, about the
traffic, the weather, people in general, and Women in particular. His language was plain
crude, as if he had been drinking, and when Miko tried to politely ignore his veiled insults,
he accused her of being stupid! Like all women, he said!
All this was going on in the waiting room, and when Miko brought his file back to me, I
looked at it with interest. Then, I saw the name on the Folder, Ed Michaels, and something
clicked: Janice Wiles, a girlfriend of mine, had been seriously dating a wealthy bachelor
named Ed Michaels until very recently, when they had quarreled over his sexual demands
of her. I had seen his picture once, and when I sneaked a peek into the Waiting Room, sure
enough, it was him! Dark haired, with fine features, a little short, and not muscular, but
not overweight, either.
“Get him into Examination Room “A” Miko,” I whispered, “And try to do it without the
Doctor seeing him. I have an idea for this boor!”
Now I don’t want you to think that I had everything planned from the start. Actually, if I
had any plan at all, it was just to cause this guy a little embarrassment. I was as surprised
as anyone at the way things worked out — but I’m getting ahead of myself.
Anyway, Miko showed Mr. Michaels to the Examination Room and told him to disrobe, the
Doctor would be in shortly. She could have given him an Examination Robe, but, sensing
my plans, did not. Meanwhile, secluded in his office, the Doctor asked me if there were any
more patients for the afternoon. I told him there were none, and he took off for the Golf
Course like a rabbit on a Dog Track. Now, I had things just as I wanted them! I waited Ten
Minutes, then calmly walked into the Examination Room, carrying a clip-board and a few
“Good afternoon, I’m Doctor Howard,” I said aloofly, ignoring his surprise at being
confronted with a fully dressed female while he himself was nude.
He quickly clamped his legs together and put his hands over his lap, a bit of modesty that
I found very cute — and completely useless.
“Oh!” He squeaked, suddenly very abashed, “Er- where’s Dr. –?”
“With a patient,” I lied calmly, “He asked me to do the preliminaries on you. Now where is
Wriggling around uncomfortably, he showed me his lower back. I was more interested in
the rounded buns beneath it, but I pretended concern.
“Hmmm,” I said, “Better have X-Rays. Follow me, please.”
I opened the door of the examination room very wide and gestured for him to come out.
“Oh! Just a min…” He reached for his clothing.
“You won’t need those,” I interrupted, “It’s just down the hall. Hurry now.”
And to my surprise, he actually came out into the hallway, stark naked! I decided that his
unclad condition must make him very docile, and promptly made up my mind to keep him
that way as long as I could.
In the hallway, much to my delight, we passed Miko, and I stopped to talk to her, leaving
little Eddie (as I now thought of him) with nothing to do but stand there in the nude, now
in front of two fully dressed women!
“Miko,” I said, in a detached, professional tone of voice, “Please bring the cream from my
office — the cream in the cabinet there.— to the X-Ray Room. Mr. Michaels here,” I
gestured toward the embarrassed man, “Will need it for the new X-Ray techniques.”
“Certainly, Doctor,” Miko smiled at me, intentionally prolonging things a bit. “Will there be
“Hmm, I don’t believe so,” I said slowly, “But I’ll check in the Lab and let you know.”
“Very well, Doctor,” Miko sparkled, “I’ll be with you in just a moment!”
And, all too soon, I thought, Eddie and I continued on to the X-Ray Room.
“Now these X-Rays will be of a different type,” I explained to him as he sat bare-assed on
the cold table, “We’ll be covering your body with a special cream, then letting it soak into
the skin. That way, we can pick up your muscle configurations on the machine with a much
lower level of radiation.” None of this was true, but I thought it sounded good, and I
lectured ina rather monotonous tone of voice so he’d not pay too much attention when I
slipped in the catch, “Of course, the cream has a depilatory side-effect, but we generally
find that the beneficial results of the reduced levels of radiation are more than worth it. I’ll
need your signature on these insurance forms, by the way,” I handed him my clip-board.
“Oh, sure Doctor,” He snatched the clip-board greedily and hastily put it over his lap,
grateful-for the concealment. So absorbed was he in his discomfort and embarrassment
that he signed everything without looking: A complete release, authorizing me to
administer any form of treatment I chose. A legal waiver of rights in a lawsuit, even
commitment to my care for as long as I deemed necessary!
Miko came in then, with the cream. It was a strong depilatory I had bought on my lunch
hour that day. (See what I mean about things just working out right?) But before I applied
it to Eddie, I handed the papers he had signed over to Miko and told her to file them.
Alone with Eddie again, I put on a pair of rubber gloves and began soothing the
lemon-scented cream all over his body. His chest, arms, legs, back, even his lower face and
pert round buttocks all got lavishly creamed. And then something happened that I found
terribly amusing: He began to get excited! I could see his little cock start to twitch and
stiffen as I worked on his flabby chest. His face reddened as I moved down to his ass, and
when I started working around his balls, his pecker sprung to full attention! I almost broke
out laughing, both at the embarrassment he felt and at the silly uselessness of him getting
excited when the only thing I had planned for him was more humiliation. But I hid my
mirth and worked to prolong his condition, still acting cool and professional, as if I had
seen nothing out of the ordinary.
“Just stand over here, please,” I led him over near the X-ray screen, “In order to get a clear
picture, I’ll need pictures of you in different poses. Stand here, with your legs apart, like so.
Good. Now raise your hands over your head, with your arms curved, like a Ballerina. Turn
your head slightly. Now hold that position while I go to the next room to take the X-rays!”
Leaving him in that silly ballet pose, his cock straining forward, I went into the next room,
and found Miko taking pictures of him through a see-through mirror that divides the two
“Good work, Miko!” I smiled, Of course, I’m not really going to take X-rays, all he has is a
minor pulled muscle, and I’ll give him a pill for that. But these pictures…? Miko continued
snapping as I spoke. “Will be really interesting!”
“What fun!” Miko giggled, “But oh dear, his cute little cock is starting to sag!”
“I can fix that!” I said, leaving, “Just watch!”
Back in the X-ray room, I approached the naked, cream-covered man, standing in that
awkward pose. I had undone a few buttons at the neck and hem of my uniform, and
intentionally walked rather sensuously up to him.
“Fine, Mr. Michaels,” I said in a warm voice, ” Now another pose. Put your hands on your
back. Arch your chest out,” I stroked his chest gently as I put his hands high up on his
back, forcing him to bend his arms rather painfully behind him, “Now bend your knees
slightly, so that your rear sticks out,” As I spoke, I ran my hands caressingly over his legs.
Sure enough, his cock surged up and out once more. I ignored it. “Fine,” I said, when I had
him standing there, elbows and knees bent, back arched, strutting his chest and ass. “Just
hold that pose while I get the X-rays!”
In the next room, behind the one-way glass, Miko was trying to keep from laughing long
enough to photograph Eddie in that ridiculous pose.
“Oh do some more!” She urged, “Make him stand on one foot with his hands on his head!
Or bent over with his face between his knees!”
“Hmmm,” I said, “It’s tempting. But he might get wise if I prolong this too much. Besides,
I think it’s time we moved on to better things!”
Returning to the X-ray room, I directed Eddie to a shower stall in one corner and instructed
him to rinse off the cream.
“Doctor!” He cried from inside the stall, over the running water. “My hair! My body hair is
“Why of course it is, Mr. Michaels,”
I replied, “I told you that cream had a depilatory side-effect. Don’t you know what a
depilatory does?” I handed him in a jar of hand lotion I keep around the office. “Soothe
your skin with this after the last of your body hair is gone. I’ll go develop those X-rays.”
When I returned to the X-ray room, carrying a couple of old slides, I was delighted to see
how smooth and feminine Eddie’s skin looked without all that masculine hair. His legs
looked silky and well-shaped, and his flabby chest, now hairless, almost suggested
But to my annoyance, Eddie had taken advantage of his shower to wrap a towel around his
waist, like a skirt. That was definitely coming off, I decided. And I had a good idea how to
I gave Eddie a pill to relax his muscles — that was really all he needed — and showed him
the X-rays. He sat on the edge of an examination table while I explained them.
“These pictures indicate a rather severe back and muscle problem,” I said, “The usual
procedure in such cases is Corrective Binding, to immobilize the muscles and correct
excessive curvature. Basically, we will be changing the way you stand, walk, and move
about. Lets start with a neck brace.”
And before he could protest, I slipped a strong neck brace from our large inventory of
orthopedic supplies around his neck and buckled it closed in the back, forcing him to hold
his head erect, facing slightly-upward .
“Hmmm,” I mused, “It’s a start. Feel any better?”
“Yes it does!” Eddie said, surprised. Of course, he didn’t know it was simply the muscle
relaxer taking effect.
“That’s only the beginning,” I said, “Now try this.”
From the office storeroom, I brought a strong elastic sacro-iliac brace. This is basically just
like a corset, and it pulled in Eddie’s stomach nicely, causing his hips to swell out beneath
and his chest to look even more feminine. By this time, the towel was no longer wrapped
around his waist, but was simply draped across his lap. I gently grazed Eddie’s chest with
my breast as I pulled the brace tightly around his waist, and I let my silken hose glide
against his bare leg. The towel started to bulge in an interesting spot.
“Now, I think something to hold the shoulders back,” I said.
I had intentionally buckled his brace on backwards, so that the fastener was behind him.
Now, I buckled an ankle brace onto his right arm, just above the elbow, and another one
around his left arm. Then, I had him put his hands behind his back and I fastened a leather
belt to the braces.
“See what happens as I tighten the belt?” I suited my actions to the words. “It draws your
elbows together behind you, completely relieving your back of any strain. My, it also makes
your chest stick out! How does it feel?”
The muscle relaxer was at full strength now, and Eddie could not feel the awful cramp he
would get later from having his elbows bound together behind him.
“Better, I guess,” He said doubtfully, “It’s awfully awkward, though, with my arms sticking
out behind me.”
“Only temporary,” I lied reassuringly, “And you’ll find you can still use one hand at a time.
Now let’s see about corrective shoes.”
And I laced a pair of boots onto his feet. Boots with adjustable heels! They were black
leather, and came up to mid-calf. And I fixed each one with a four inch heel! Naturally,
sitting on the table with his back arched and his head forcibly held up, Eddie couldn’t see
exactly what the shoes were.
“Now try walking around a bit,” I ordered, easing him gently off the table. His towel
fluttered to the floor as he lurched clumsily forward, teetering desperately in the heels. I
grabbed him, partly to keep him from falling, but also I used this opportunity to press my
breasts up against his thrusting chest. I let my hand stroke around his privates as I
steadied his hip, and this brought his erection back up to full attention.
But I pretended to ignore his state and cooly studied his posture as he stood there, nearly
on tiptoe, elbows bound behind his back, head upturned, waist nipped in. With his smooth
skin and feminine contours, he looked more girlish than ever, especially as the high heels
accentuated his legs and made him thrust out his breasts and bottom.
“You’ll need help walking,” I said, “Oh, Miko! Come here, please!”
Miko promptly walked in, and Eddie blushed redder than ever at having another woman see
him in his erect state. Also, he got a look at himself in the mirror, and his eyes widened in
shock at the silly picture he made.
“Mr. Michaels needs some assistance walking, Miko,” I said, matter-of-factly, “Would you
guide him around the room, please, so that I may study his movements?”
“Certainly, Doctor,” Miko smiled. She calmly put her hand, fingers wide, on Eddie’s smooth
ass and pushed him gently forward. Oh! It was so comical, seeing the embarrassed man
tiptoeing daintily about! The high heels made his rump swish saucily with each step, and
the bondage on his arms thrust out his chest in the same jiggling manner. Miko stroked his
naughty bottom gently as she guided him to the end of the room, then, to my delighted
surprise, used his stiff cock as a handle to turn him around and walk him back to me!
“Ooo! Doctor!” Eddie cried as he drew near, “This is awfully uncomfortable! And I’m getting
“I see what the problem is,” I said in a professional tone, “It’s in the jaw muscles. Miko, will
you kindly fix Mr. Michaels1 mouth so that he can’t open it?”
“Yes, Doctor,” Miko said. With calm efficiency, she soaked a big lab sponge in water and
approached Eddie. Swiftly, she tugged down on a ring in front of his neck brace, bending
him forward. At the same time, she pressed the cold sponge against his privates. As he
gasped in surprise, she quickly popped the sponge into his mouth and secured it there by
sticking a wide, flesh-colored, waterproof bandage across his lips!
All this time, I had been at a nearby medicine cabinet, preparing an injection. Now, I
approached Eddie with a wicked-looking hypo.
“Now hold still, Mr. Michaels,” I said, “You’ll need two shots in your chest, and we certainly
don’t want any accidents with this needle, now do we?”
He started to mumble something through his gag, then froze in panic at the sight of the
needle. Some people are like that. He just stood there, petrified, as I gave the injections,
first under one breast, then the other. It was a solution that would work to temporarily
swell the muscles, much used in Italian Gladiator Movies, but unpopular in this country
because it makes the muscles rather soft and malleable, not hard the way body-builders
like them. Knowing this, I now had Miko help me wrap his chest with flesh-colored
bandages, kneading and shaping Eddie’s rapidly expanding bosom into truly feminine
contours. He moaned in embarrassment as Miko and I led him over to a mirror to survey
“Why, what’s the matter, Mr. Michaels?” I asked innocently, “I think you look rather
charming! In an hour or so, your chest should swell up to about a Forty-D. Miko and I are
He moaned again, and I think he blinked back a tear.
“Enough complaining,” I said, “Let’s go back and get your clothes so you can leave.”
He was so overjoyed at this command that he went along eagerly, even obeying my
command to raise his knees high as he made his swishing, jiggling way back to the
examination room. You can imagine his feelings, then, when we got back in the room and
I held up a flesh-colored bathing cap!
“Here are your clothes, Mr, Michaels,” I said, calmly strapping the bathing cap onto his
head, tightening the strap snugly so it would cover his hair completely. “It should be all
you’ll need at the Clinic! Miko, you can get Mr. Michaels’ wallet, check book and keys. Just
throw the rest of his things into the incinerator. What’s that, Mr. Michaels? Are you trying
to tell me something?”
He was capering about wildly, screaming — or trying to, beneath the gag — waving his
bound arms as much as he could, and stamping his pretty little high heeled booties on the
floor. Naturally, all this activity caused his massive, feminine bosom to jiggle wildly. Titties
were shaking in every direction, and his bottom was doing a cute little dance as well! Miko
laughed out loud at the sight as she tossed his clothes down the trash chute. I managed
somehow to conceal my amusement beneath a professional exterior as I spoke:
“Just calm down, Mr. Michaels, and I’ll explain exactly why I’m taking you to the Clinic,” I
reinforced my order by grabbing his balls, and he quieted right down, bending forward so
that he could look at me despite the neck brace that kept his gagged, bathing-capped face
“You are quite wealthy, and don’t work,” I explained, “So you won’t be missed in any
professional capacity. Janice, your ex-girlfriend, tells me that you have no close friends or
servants, so no one will be looking for you. In fact, you could drop completely out of sight
— anything at all could happen to you — and it wouldn’t cause a ripple of concern, except
at your Bank, when your trust fund account began to mount up. Because you weren’t
draining it with your frivolous spending, you see. Understand?”
He nodded his head fearfully and I went on.
“Under these circumstances, I think a visit to a nice clinic is the least you could expect,
after treating my old friend Janice so badly and insulting sweet little Miko here, as well as
all women! There are much worse things that could happen to you; don’t you agree?”
Another frightened nod from the bare-assed, big-breasted man.
“Very well, then,” I said, “To the clinic!”
I clipped a long, stout strap to his neck brace, to use as a leash, and, on impulse, hobbled
his knees about six inches apart, using small braces connected with rope, the way I had
done his elbows. In this fix, his walk was much more exaggeratedly feminine, bouncing his
hips and boobs quite amusingly as he coped with the double handicap of high heels and
hobbled knees. But when I started to lead him out of the office, he balked.
“What’s the matter, Mr. Michaels?” Miko tittered, “Afraid someone will see you?”
“Well,” I mused, “It’s late, and the building should be pretty well deserted, except for the
guys at the Gay Pride meeting downstairs. We ought to be able to get our little Patient out
to your van without too much trouble,” I turned to the quivering, naked man, “Of course,
I guess it would be pretty awful for you if anyone recognized you like this! Would you like
me to fix that?”
Eddie nodded his bald-looking head eagerly.
Of course, I had been planning on putting makeup on his cute little face all along, but I had
waited until this moment for him to play into my hands. It’s so much more fun tormenting
a victim when you can get him to ask for it!
So it was makeup time for little bare-breasted Eddie! First, though, I changed his bondage
to make it easier for me to work on his face. I bound his wrists together, then cut the strap
that secured his elbows, making certain to leave the braces still on his upper arms. He
sighed with relief as his bondage was thus eased, but not for long. I quickly made him duck
down and I secured his wrists under his legs to his knee-hobbler. He couldn’t straighten up!
What a pretty picture he made, stuck in that half-crouch with his bottom sticking out!
Then, working with pure inspiration, I connected his elbow-cuffs again, this time in front of
him,_ with a wide strap that ran just under his breasts, lifting them prominently up!
So there he was. Bent over, wrists behind him, under his knees, elbows bound in front,
forcing him to “stick out his huge breasts and naughty bottom lewdly. What a sight!
I sat his big, round, naked rump down in an office chair and began applying makeup to his
upturned face. I put heavy eyeshadow on his eyelids and mascaraed his long lashes.
Powdered his nose and put rouge on his cheeks. Finally, to finish things off, I painted a
smiling, feminine mouth on his flesh-colored gag with bright red lipstick. All this time, the
poor Dear sat there helplessly as Miko laughed at his growing transformation. What else
could he do?
“One more thing, please Doctor,” Miko said. And she applied liquid blush to his bulging
nipples, squeezing and massaging them until they stood up. And they weren’t the only
thing! Despite his terrible fear and awful humiliation, our little Eddie was getting excited
again. I deliberately stroked his cock to full arousal, then snapped a sturdy rubber band
around the base, trapping the blood there, forcing him to remain in a state of frustrated
“Now,” I said, leading him over to a mirror in the waiting room, “Anyone who sees you can
see just how much you’re enjoying this!”
The sight of himself this way was almost too much for poor Eddie. And who could blame
him? Duck-walking pitifully in his high heels, bound in a half-crouch position, nude and
feminized, with magnificently thrusting breasts and saucily jiggling bottom, his waist
nipped in by the brace that arched his back, forced by another brace to hold up his
feminine face, and see the entire expanse of his smooth-shaven skin and the bathing cap
that made him look as though he’d been shaved hairless. All this. And to top it all off,
smiling red lips and a rampant cock, disguising him perfectly as a feminized masochist
really enjoying herself!
“You know,” Miko said thoughtfully, “I think Mr. Michael’s disguise would be more
convincing if his bottom were a bit redder!”
“You’re right,” I agreed, “And I think he needs a name-change, too. ‘Mr. Michaels’ is so
inappropriate for a nude, feminized creature like this! Especially with those breasts!”
“In my country,” Said Miko, rolling up a magazine from the waiting room table, “We have
a very pretty name: Ushi! I have always thought it sounded so very feminine!”
“Ushi it is, then!” I secured the leash to a door knob, so the bound and transformed
creature at the other end of it could not move. Then I rolled up a magazine for myself.
“Let’s christen her!” For nearly fifteen minutes, Miko and I slapped pain into Ushi’s
naughtily upturned bottom with the rolled-up magazines. By the time we stopped, our
arms were aching and we were panting from the excitement. As for Ushi — the former Ed
Michaels — her ass glowed a bright red, positively radiating heat! Tears streamed down her
prettily made up face. But her lips never lost their painted smile, and her cock stayed
“Enough — for now, anyway,” I panted, “Let’s get her to the Clinic!”
We got Ushi downstairs and out to Miko’s van — duck-walking in her bent over bondage —
without anyone seeing her, to my mild disappointment. Once in the van, we tied her behind
us with her head between the bucket seats. Then we unbuttoned our uniforms completely,
Giving Ushi an excellent view of our nylon-clad legs and dainty undies as Miko started the
“Where to?” Miko asked.
“Head for the Outerbelt,” I said, “I know a couple of girls — real man-haters — I who own
a small farm out in the country. They manage to maintain their alternate lifestyle by
supplementing their income, by boarding animals!”
“How charming!” Miko smiled, “Our little feminine Ushi can live in an animal pen until she
has been properly trained!”
“Yes,” I said, “The girls will love feeding her female hormones and training her in Domestic
Duties. Of course, she won’t be allowed to wear clothing as such, but if she’s good, perhaps
she’ll be allowed to have a Maid’s cap, apron and heels.”
“Ooo! And pretty black net stockings?”
“Could be,” I said, “Anyway, every month we’ll remind Ushi of her former identity by letting
her write the name Ed Michaels on a generous check to pay for all this. Then, in a few
months, I’ll bring her ex-girlfriend Janice out to see her. It ought to be quite a thrill for
them both, having Janice see the man, who acted so snotty with her, transformed like this.
And of course, by that time we’ll have trained our little Ushi and taught her all sorts of
pleasing techniques,” I licked my lips meaningfully. “And when Janet sees how well Ushi
serves us, perhaps she’ll allow her to come back, as a sort of live-in maid and sex toy!”
“It sounds delightful,” Miko sighed and put a warm hand on my bare shoulder. We both
shivered pleasurably at the contact. “What fun this weekend will be!”
Down below, between the seats, I thought I heard a muffled sob.
That was some time ago, and things turned out pretty much as I said. Miko and I are
room-mates now — well, perhaps a little more than room-mates — and we often reminisce
about the sexy fun we had, trapping and feminizing Ushi. Lately, I’ve been screening the
male patients a little more closely, looking for another one that we could catch. I’ve
discussed it with Miko and I think we’ve agreed on just who our victim will be. We’re just
waiting for the right opportunity. Meanwhile, I get a thrill just writing this, and wondering
if perhaps our intended prey will unknowingly read it. How about you?