Clinic

I am a nurse, attentive, authoritarian and sometimes tender.

I like strict, bulging latex uniforms.
I enjoy the look in the eyes of my slaves when my rubber-gloved hand wields the occlusive and obese cannula with which I am about to penetrate them. The cannula which unrelentingly and contemptuously forces its way into their privacy, through the last defences of their decency.

I attach my male slaves naked, buttocks stretching towards me on the icy rubber sheet covering the examination table. They are at the mercy of the instruments with which I constrain their underbelly.
Now we're almost there.

I open wide their slit, their hole, the first lengths of their abyss. They hang there, the forms of their virility shattered.