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Female Domination in the Field of Medicine, Chapte
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Chapter 9 Mid Week (In Traction)
It's now Wednesday of my week on the rack and I am
frequently breaking out in cold sweats from the
withdrawal of the pain medications. My chest, ankles
and hips are raw from the pull of the traction straps
and my entire body feels like it should be 7' long from
the constant pull of the weights for 2 1/2 days.
After my midnight blowjob from Leslie, I paid more
attention to her when she had occasion to be in my
room. As noted before, Leslie was a tall slim Black
woman, probably about 22 years old. What I had failed
to notice before (probably due to pain and drug side
effects) was, how beautiful she was and that she spoke
with a somewhat foreign accent. Her skin was coal
black with a kind of lustre to it that I can't find the
right words to describe. Her hips were wide and her
breasts large (looked to be about a 38-C) but on her
large frame looked just right. It turned out that she
was indeed a foreign student from Nigeria and was
engaged to marry a PHD candidate in Chemistry. At any
rate, I sure enjoyed that headjob (assuming it really
happened, and I'm still not 100% sure it did). The
only doubt I have about it is that her demeanor was
100% professional from the next morning on, not even
any more groping of my balls like the day before. Oh
Well!...
Amy and Judy it seemed were my assigned student nurses
under the direction of Head (Ball Buster) Nurse Jones.
Both were very nice to me and really tried hard to make
sure I was as comfortable as possible given the
circumstances. The only bright spot of my days was my
daily sponge bath and rubdown from these two lovely
young ladies. The feel of their hands on my now
hairless body was enough to make be forget the pain for
a while and especially the feel of my hairless crotch
being handled by them. Unfortunately, I got no relief
from them; they would work me over until I was hard as
rock, then the "procedure" was over. <shit>
Late Wednesday, the Surgeon stopped in to check on me
and conducted an exam. Shortly the "Second Opinion"
Surgeon arrived and also examined me. My X-rays and
MRI films were put on the lightboxes on the wall and
the two discussed my case. They then left for a while
and came back with their verdict. "Jim, you have a
ruptured disk at the L-4, L-5 section of your back that
is causing your problem; It has to come out or you
could end up with permanent damage. You have another
adjacent disk which is herniated but not ruptured at L-
3, L-4 but in our opinion it can stay, but we can't say
for sure until we get in there and look at it. Either
way, the L-4, L-5 one has got to go, it is pressing on
the nerves and will damage them."
I had been expecting this so it was no big shock. "Do
what you have to do," I replied, "Just get rid of the
pain and get me going again."
"Jim, we can't guarantee that you will not have pain
even after the operation... It depends on how much
damage has already been done to the nerves. It will
however, stop the spasms and get you up and around
again; do you still want to go ahead."
"Yes!"
My operation was confirmed for 6:00am on Monday, it was
now just a matter of waiting until then. What I didn't
know, (because I couldn't see them) was that the
doctors left my X-rays and MRI's on the wall mounted
boxes when they left.
For the rest of that day and most of Thursday, there
was a seeming constant flow of student nurses just
inside the door to my room (where I couldn't see them).
The only reason I know they came and went was that I
could hear semi-whispered phrases like "God look at
that!" followed by giggles and then quick footsteps out
the door and sometimes laughter in the hallway.
Late on Thursday Beth and her roommate Jennifer stopped
in to visit.
"Hi Jim, advertising your wares?" asked Jennifer.
"What are you talking about?"
"Your MRI's by the door dummy."
"Oh shit! You got to be kidding me! Take them down and
bring them over here please."
Jennifer walked around the corner and came back
immediately carrying 3 MRI films and a big envelope.
"These were on the viewer," she said as she handed them
to me.
(You got it; one of them was the MRI sheet showing my
hard cock in perfect profile)
"Well that explains why all the traffic at the door," I
sighed. As I put the films in the envelope and placed
in between the bed and the nightstand.
"But they did look DELICIOUS," said Jennifer with a
chuckle, "Almost good enough to eat!"
"You ought to know!" I replied with a smile on my face.
Which brought a blush to her's.
"So how you getting along big guy," interjected Beth my
cute little Physical Therapist.
"Like a victim of the Inquisition, stretched on the
rack, and itching all over where they shaved me..."
"Shaved you?"
"Yea"
"Can I see?"
"Why not, you've seen it all before."
Beth then lifted the sheet and peeked underneath, "OOH
I LIKE IT!" she squealed.
"Let ME see," said Jennifer as she elbowed her way in
beside Beth, "OH YES, I KNOW COULD EAT THAT!"
"Promises, Promises, all I get is promises..." I
ventured.
Beth and Jennifer had a quick whispered conference and
Beth headed for the door while Jennifer pulled down the
sheet. Jennifer leaned over me and slowly traced her
tongue along the top of my cock as her left hand cupped
my hairless balls and gently massaged them. In nothing
flat, I was hard and she licked every part of my
exposed groin, then went to work in ernest on sucking
my pole. It was more than I could take, the feel of
her tongue on that bare flesh which was twice as
sensitive as usual, resulted in me quickly filling her
mouth with my cum and she just kept on sucking. When I
went soft, she stood and leaning over my face kissed me
full on the mouth; I could taste my own juice on her
lips as our tongues dipped back and forth in each
others mouths.
Jennifer then broke off the kissing and went to the
door and Beth returned without her. Beth immediately
reached for my hairless cock and balls and began
working them while she kissed my face, neck, and mouth.
"Ummm, I REALLY like the feel without all that hair,"
she purred into my ear, "I think you should keep it
that way..." At this point my just used cock was
coming back to life and she immediately moved downward.
I closed my eyes as she closed her mouth over my shaft
and I savored the great feeling as she worked me full
length into her mouth and down her throat. When I
looked down, I saw the most beautiful sight. Little
Beth, with her mouth full of my cock, and her big blue
eyes looking directly up my body at me as she sucked
for all she was worth and moved up and down the shaft.
In short order I came and she just kept on sucking and
swallowing, until there was no more to get and I was
starting to go soft. She then released me from her
mouth and moved back up to kiss me on the lips. I
stroked her buns as we kissed, but being tied to the
bed, I couldn't do anything more.
Beth went back out and got Jennifer and we talked for a
while, about how they were doing and I filled them in
on my upcoming operation. They said they had to go,
but that they would try to stop back before Monday, and
definitely would be in to see me after the operation.
I rested better that night than any other that week.
Friday, brought a stream of nurses and women
technicians through the room, to perform one thing or
another each of whom, managed to off handedly mention
my MRI pictures and how they were, "cute; interesting,
unusual, etc." All I could do was turn red and try to
ignore them.
Also on Friday, Head Nurse Jones arrived again with her
troop of a dozen students and after checking me over
decided that some hairs were starting to reappear and
that I needed shaved again. This time, I was shaved by
HER in front of the class and whereas Amy, Judy and
Leslie had been gentle, Head Bitch Jones was very rough
and basically treated me like a slab of meat.
Saturday and Sunday I finally got some rest from the
parade through my room, it seems that the nursing staff
works 12 hour shifts on weekends and on my ward at
least, very few students were on duty. The Day nurse
was an older woman (mid-thirties) named Millie, with
bright red hair cut short and a "Motherly" approach to
her job and Bill the male nurse who had been on duty
when I checked was the Night nurse. Millie explained
that she and Bill worked 3, 12 hour days per week and
got paid for 40 hours. She had small children and the
schedule allowed her to be home more, yet still receive
full pay and benefits. Bill, she said, was going to
graduate school and the schedule allowed him to be free
all week for classes, plus he got reduced tuition as a
full-time staff member.
Saturday, the doctor's secretary brought a pile of
papers for me to sign: Medical Power of Attorney,
Living Will, Informed Consent Waiver, etc. By the way,
if you haven't had surgery lately, the paperwork alone
will scare the shit out of you. That Informed Consent
form tells you about the 1-2% who never come out of
anesthesia, the 1% who die on the table from heart
failure, the approx. 1% who have permanent brain damage
as a result of strokes resulting from blood clots
passing into the blood stream, and a mathematic
prognosis for your successful survival of the surgery.
Or how about the 40/60 chance that you might end up
paralysed for life. The others have you designate who
will make medical decisions for you while you are out
and until/or if you don't recover. Whether, you want
measures taken to prolong your life if you are brain
dead or severely brain damaged, etc. Wonderful reading
for the day before you are about to have major spinal
surgery.
Up till then I had not been concerned about the
implications of surgery, of course, the only surgery I
had ever had was to have my tonsils removed when I was
a kid. Now, I was worried. Late Saturday night I
couldn't go to sleep, and was laying there re-reading
those forms for the 50th time. That's when Bill came
in on rounds...
"Hey guy, what are you still doing up?"
"Can't sleep, these forms..." and I visibly trembled.
Bill picked up one of the forms and looked it over;
"Man their sense of timing sure sucks, doesn't it." he
offered.
"I'll be straight with you Bill, I wasn't worried until
they brought this shit in today.... Now, Now I'm
getting scared ..."
"Hey man don't let that crap get too you, yeah it's
true that around 1 out of a hundred don't wake up from
the table, but that's based on the total number of
operations. Hell, some of those were all but dead when
they put them under and it also includes accident
victims, and old farts and those so out of shape that
their systems couldn't take the strain of the surgery.
Your chances are more like 1 in 10,000 guy, your young
and strong and don't have any problems other than that
disk. Shit, I'd bet those odds any day."
"Well why doesn't it say that?"
"That's legal bullshit to cover their asses man; if
they don't give you the stats and something goes wrong,
then you or your family can sue the shit out of them.
Like I said, don't worry man, you'll do fine. Besides,
you don't want to disappoint all those little student
nurses who are lining up to put the make on you when
you get back on your feet do you?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You teach self-defense and martial arts at the rec.
building don't you?"
"Yea, but not last term or this, due to my back..."
"Hell man, you are the talk of the whole School of
Nursing. You, my man have been deemed a hunk, a prime
marital candidate, AND winner of the all-time sexiest
X-Ray/MRI contest. Once you are back on your feet,
your classes will be filled with young pussy that
already knows what you have and are after it; think
THAT one over!"
"You mean?"
"I mean copies of a certain MRI are circulating all
over the School of Nursing and through half the
hospital female staff..."
"Now give me that paperwork, and get to sleep, I'll
check back in 30 minutes and if you are not asleep, I
get my trusty little hypo and put you to sleep.
Understood?"
"Yep!" and I handed the papers to him as he reached for
the light switch. I apparently met his deadline since
I don't remember getting any shot.
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