Ruth

Victor:-

It was just pure chance, or fate -- if you believe in that sort of thing. I was in the newsagents buying a paper, and just caught a glimpse of the magazine on the top shelf. The cover, a young woman in a black rubber cat suit, whip in hand.

The magazine was called "Dominant Contacts", and promised hundreds of actual contacts, stories, features. Wrapped in cellophane I turned it over, on the back a picture of a man, strapped to a cross.

Strangely even though I'm twenty-two, and legally old enough to buy it, I felt guilty and embarrassed as I passed it over the counter and paid for it.

I didn't actually start looking at it until about nine o'clock that evening. I'd run a nice hot soapy bath, planning to spend an hour, relaxing, reading the letters and articles, fantasising.

As promised the magazine contained countless articles and adverts, some with photos attached, some with phone numbers, some P O Box numbers. Women offering all sorts of service, mostly massage, bondage, domination, some more bizarre, rubber fetishes, water sports .... the list was endless.

I read each article slowly, carefully looking at each picture.

Pauline, bored housewife, looking for afternoon fun, London SW2, POBox ...

Maureen, 23 natural blonde, looking for black male 20-30, Soho, phone....

Stella, 21, 36-24-36, massage/uniforms 5 mins Euston Station, phone .....

Then I saw Ruth's advert.

I couldn't believe it and read it again: -

Mature dominant ex-nurse, specialises in extreme medical fantasies, wide range of equipment / Uniforms, doctor, nurse, patient, role-play, tell me your fantasy and I'll make it come true.

There was a London phone number, dare I ring her, could I tell her about my fantasy?

I read the advert again.

Is it too late to phone? Quickly I towel myself dry.

I ring the number, ringing, ringing, ringing, then a woman's voice, "Hello".

Ruth: -

It started as a bit of fun, to earn some extra money on the side. Three years as an underpaid nurse, and needing the cash, I answered an advert for a model in the local paper. Once the guy new I was a nurse, had my own uniforms, and was willing to try most things if the price was right, it just took off. I made a couple of videos, not hard core, but adult, and soon I was making more money than I could ever have made as a qualified nurse. Now four years later I've developed a steady business catering for submissive men with medical fantasies.

Over the years I've been asked to do all sorts of things, but Victor's is probably one the most unusual requests I've ever had. My first instinct is to turn him down flat, but after we've talked for a few minutes, and he's said he's willing to pay whatever it costs; I say I'll think about it and suggest he phones again in a few days.

Victor:-

Putting down the phone, I'm almost trembling with excitement.

I can't believe what I've just done. To talk to a complete stranger about my fetishes, my fantasy, a secret I've lived with all my life.

It seemed so easy speaking to Ruth, she just accepted what I was saying as if it was quite normal, and at least she didn't turn me down straight away.

Ruth:-

Victor phones again three days later, in the mean time I've spoken to one of my contacts who works in the local hospital and who can provide what I need.

I tell him I'll do it, I usually charge £100 a session, but tell him it will be £300. He agrees immediately.

We talk for a few minutes, and I make some notes as he describes in detail what he wants. Then he makes an appointment to see me at three O'clock the following Monday.

Victor:-

Ruth lives in central London, about four miles from Waterloo station. After a ten-minute tube journey and a short walk, I've arrived at the location she'd given me. It's a small park, there's two phone boxes on the corner of the street, she'd told me to ring from there and she'd give me final directions. I look at my watch, twenty to three.

I'm nervous, excited, frightened. I sit on a bench in the park, watching the people walk by, glancing at my watch every few seconds.

Five minutes to three, I go to the phone box and call. Ruth answers almost immediately and tells me to walk down the road, away from the park, her house is number eight.

It looks like all the other houses in the road, as I approach the door, I notice there's no bell, instead a small intercom, I push the buzzer and wait.

The door is opened, and a voice tells me to come in, and as I enter the door's quickly shut again behind me.

The strangest sensation as I turn and see who's let me in. Ruth's standing next to me, she's a heavily built woman, not fat or overweight but large, imposing. She's about forty, five foot ten or eleven, slightly taller than me, dressed in a dark blue matrons' uniform, a wide dark blue belt, silver buckle, silver watch pinned to her right pocket, her dark hair just visible under a white scarf tied at the back of her head.

Everything looks so realistic, it's as if I've just walked into a dream.

The nurse's uniform is a big part of my fantasy. Why a nurse, I don't know. I just know that from my earliest memories, whenever I see a nurse, nurse uniform, anything medical it has this strange mesmerising effect on me.

"You have something for me" she asks.

I take out an envelope containing the money and pass it to her, and she tells me to wait, while she goes into an adjacent room.

It's bizarre, even the way she speaks, clinical, matter of fact, in control.

A few moments later she comes out and tells me to follow her as she goes upstairs. As I do, I can't help looking at the dark stockings, part of her uniform.

Ruth leads me into a plain, sparsely furnished bedroom. There's a bay window to the right, with net curtains, a dressing table stands in the recess. The room's dominated by a large double bed, with brass frame, covered by a plain white sheet, two white pillows, a small bedside table to the left.

"Please make yourself comfortable."

I undress, taking off my shoes, jeans, socks and T-shirt before climbing onto the bed. As I lay back, I can feel the starched sheet, rough, rubbing against my naked legs and back. I move to the centre of the bed, so my head's only just touching the pillow and when I'm happy with my position I sit upright, my legs slightly spread.

Ruth's standing at the end of the bed, I nod to show I'm ready to continue. I watch her carefully as she crosses the bedroom to the set of drawers. She looks so incredible, the uniform. She opens the top drawer and takes out a selection of long multicoloured scarves. Returning to the foot of the bed, she drapes them over the bedstead, selecting one she runs it through her fingers as she moves to the right side of the bed.

I raise my leg and Ruth wraps the scarf around my ankle tying a double knot, then loops it around the sole of my foot tying another knot, before pulling it tight and tying it to the bedpost.

It's so bizarre, feeling her take my leg, the scarf wrapped around my ankle, then pulled tight as she ties it to the bed-frame.

She takes a second scarf and ties my left leg.

Taking another scarf, she moves to the left side of the bed. I lean across and hold out my right hand and she ties one the end of the scarf to my wrist. I take the scarf from her and pass it behind my back and Ruth ties the other end to my left wrist, not knotting them tightly behind my back but leaving each wrist tied with a length of scarf running behind my back.

Ruth:-

Victor is about twenty-two, five foot eight, average build, dark hair. I was a little uneasy at first, especially because of the nature of his fantasy, and in my business you're never quite sure what to expect. However, now I have his legs and wrists tied I know I'm totally in control.

Victor:-

Now with my legs spread wide tied to the bedposts and my hands loosely tied behind my back Ruth goes back to the open drawer. A few moments later she turns towards me, in her right hand she has a plain white cotton handkerchief in her left a glass bottle half filled with a clear liquid, she places the bottle and handkerchief on the bedside table. Turning my head, I can clearly see the single word "Chloroform" on the bottle. Leaning over she rearranges the pillows, placing them upright against the bed frame and then climbs onto the bed behind me, sitting upright, her back resting against the pillow, her legs spread either side of me. She gently places her hands on my shoulders.

"Lay back please."

As I lay back, my arms are now trapped to my side by the scarf running behind my back, my head comes to rest in her lap, a shiver passes through my body.

"Let me know when you're ready."

I start taking a series of long deep breaths, in and out, in and out, filling my lungs with air, the sixth breath I hold and nod that I'm ready.

Ruth takes the handkerchief from the table, holding it by one corner she shakes it open and forms it into a loose pad, then reaches across and picks up the bottle of chloroform. She removes the stopper and places the handkerchief over the bottle mouth, inverting it, she moves the handkerchief slightly and inverts the bottle again, before replacing the stopper and putting the bottle back on the bedside table.

She places her left hand under my chin and I swallow as she gently pulls my head back. Now she takes a tighter grip, clamping my mouth closed as she places the handkerchief lightly but firmly over my mouth and nose. I can feel the dampness of the chloroform on the handkerchief as she holds the pad to my nose.

I slowly breathe out, all the air now out of my lungs, I lay waiting to take a breath.

Looking up I see Ruth looking down at me. It so bizarre, how many times have I had a fantasy like this.

I breathe. Instinctively I stop, almost choking on the chloroform, but I need to breathe. Frantically I try to reach up with my hands, but the scarf running behind my back has pinned my wrists to my side. I jerk my head sharply to the right, and for a moment Ruth's grip slips, but as I try to scream the wet cloths forced down over my mouth and nose, my scream dies in my throat, and I breathe deeply through the chloroformed soaked handkerchief. As I do a strong, sharp, high chemical odour fills my senses.

Ruth:-

He watches me as I take the handkerchief and apply the chloroform. I put my hand under his chin, putting the handkerchief over his mouth, cupping my hand slightly, lifting it clear of his nose so that I don't obstruct his breathing. I hold the pad to his nose, and for a few moments he just lays there, then he breathes. The sudden movement surprises me as he turns his head, but I quickly regain my hold, pulling his head back and clamping the pad back across his mouth and nose. He's struggling now, his legs jerking and thrashing violently against the silk scarves, his body writhing up and down, twisting and turning. I'm surprised how strong he is, even with his legs and wrists tied I'm having to use all my strength to stop him turning his head and to keep the chloroform pad held to his nose.

Victor:-

I'm taking a second breath. Desperately I'm trying to pull at the scarves that bind my wrists, arching my back, trying to reach up and pull the chloroform pad from my face. I kick out with my legs only to feel a sharp pain as my ankles jar against the scarves. I try to turn my head right and left to shake Ruth's hold but she's pushing my head down into her lap, the damp cloth held over my mouth and nose.

"A few nice deep breaths and it will all be over."

Another breath.

I"m trying to scream for her to stop, but with the combination of her hand on my throat and the pad across my mouth all I can manage is a pathetic muffled grunt. Even when I do manage to turn my head slightly Ruth keeps the chloroform pad held to my nose.

Another breath, suddenly aware of a dull throbbing, buzzing in my head. Ruth's looking down directly into my eyes, watching me as I struggle.

To be helpless, overpowered by a woman, nurse, chloroformed, is a huge part of my fantasy, but the reality is so different. The overpowering odour of the chloroform almost burning my nose and throat as I breathe, nauseous, my head throbbing, I try to shake my head from side to side, to signal no, to make her understand I want her to stop, but she just smiles.

"There there, don't struggle, just a few more breaths."

Another breath.

The throbbing inside my head now like a two-tone siren, becoming more rapid, louder. My body seems to becoming heavier, I want to twist and kick out to try to free myself but I don't have the strength to fight.

"That's better, soon be over now."

Another breath.

My head feels like it's ready to explode, pounding, throbbing, my eyes, blinking, closing.

Ruth:-

He's not struggling as much now as the anaesthetic takes effect. It's as if I'm watching something in slow motion, each time he tries to kick out or twist his body his movements less violent, I can almost feel his strength ebb away with each breath he takes.

Another breath, his eyelids start to flicker and now close. I wait as he takes another breath, then another, no longer moving, his breath shallow but regular, through the chloroform-soaked pad. Now totally unconscious I release my grip on his head and remove the pad from his face.

Gently I lift his head, and climb off the bed. The anaesthetic will keep him unconscious for a few minutes while I prepare him for the second part of his fantasy.

I untie his legs and hands and remove his shorts, like him, his cock limp, showing no signs of consciousness. I retie his legs, and then taking some more scarves from the drawer I tie his hands to the bedstead above his head. I take another scarf and tie a thick large knot into the middle, and wrap it twice around his head, and tie it tightly into his mouth, gagging him. Now finished I sit on the side of the bed, listening to him breathing, naked, bound hand and foot, spread-eagled on the bed, gagged, unconscious, totally helpless.

I wasn't sure how long the chloroform would last, but I don't have long to wait, already the anaesthetics already beginning to wear off, he's beginning to stir.

Victor:-

My heads throbbing and my mouth feels dry, a strange tingling sensation in my face, I try to roll over to get more comfortable but nothing happens. As I lay with my eyes closed, I try to focus my thoughts, then I suddenly remember what happened, Ruth, the chloroform, my fantasy.

I try to sit up, but I can't move, blinking, opening my eyes, my head dizzy, throbbing, seeing Ruth next to me on the bed, watching me.

"Have you had a nice sleep?"

"Nn."

"Don't worry Nurse will look after you."

Reaching behind her neck she unties the scarf, shaking her head from side to side letting her hair fall onto her shoulders.

She shakes the scarf open and drags it gently up the outside of my leg and over my chest, the cold silk running softy over my body, rubbing it over my nipples, slowly over my stomach and down towards my crotch.

Unlike my Chloroform fetish I know exactly where my scarf fetish comes from, Cathy Thompson, my first girlfriend, my first love. I was fifteen, she was sixteen and we'd been going out for about three weeks. It was your average teenage lust, whenever we were alone a writhing mass of tongues and hands. That particular night her parents had gone out for a meal with some friends, Cathy and I were alone in her room. It started off with the normal snogging, then heavy petting, I was unbuttoning her blouse, she started to loosen my belt, we started pulling off our clothes, down to our underwear, I remember she was wearing matching white silk panties and bra, I had on a pair of blue Y-fronts. I was so excited thinking maybe tonight was going to be the night, my first time, wondering what would it be like. We were rolling around on her bed, groping one another, getting very hot and excited.

She was laying on top of me and pulled away slightly, sitting astride me. She had her hair in a pony tail, tied with a white scarf, reaching up she untied it, her long blonde hair falling onto her shoulders. Taking the scarf, she reached into my pants, freeing my cock, wrapping the scarf around it. I didn't know what she was doing and started to sit up, but she pushed me back onto the bed, and told me to just lay still. Then as she started to wank me, her hand sliding up and down my shaft, pumping the scarf up and down my cock, I'd wanked myself tons of times, but it had never ever, felt like this before. It lasted less than a minute, I remember telling her to stop, that I was going to cum, and she laughed and said that was the whole point, she wanted me to cum, she wanted to make me cum, and my scarf fetish was born.

Ruth's playing the fantasy exactly as I asked her to, but I don't want this now, I want her to stop. Being chloroformed was nothing like my fantasy, I feel sick, my head's thudding, my wrists and ankles sore from struggling against the scarves.

I shake my head from side to side, "nnnnooooooo."

Now running the scarf over my crotch, between my legs.

I'm still woozy from the anaesthetic, I want to push her off and can't really understand why I can't move.

"NNo."

Now she's rubbing the scarf up and down, up and down over my cock, four, five, six, firm stokes. I feel myself begin to respond, as I do she takes hold of my cock through the scarf, the soft silk encasing me as my erection grows, now taking a stronger grip, sliding the silk scarf up and down my shaft, my cock swelling in her fist, getting hard and harder.

"You see, I told you you'd like it."

Again I shake my head, "NNNNooo", but still she continues to masturbate me.

I'm pulling, struggling against the scarves, screaming into the gag trying to make her understand, to get her to stop. Then suddenly I'm hit by a wave of nausea in my stomach, and for a moment I think I'm going to be sick; I drop to the bed and lay still while the feeling passes.

She moves around the bed, eventually she settles sitting between my legs. Taking the scarf, she lifts my cock slightly, and plays it around my balls.

"I bet that feels nice doesn't it?"

"Nnnnnnnooooo."

"There's no point in struggling, I'm not finished with you yet!"

"What about this?"

Leaning forward, wrapping the scarf around my cock, her fingers around the shaft, her thumb starting a rubbing motion over its head.

"nnnnnnn."

My heads still throbbing, I just want this to stop, the nausea past I start to wriggle, and squirm, constantly yelling into the gag.

"NNooo.

"Nnoooo."

"NNNOOOOO."

All the time I'm twisting, struggling she continues to wank me.

"NNNOOOOO."

"NNNNOOOOOOO."

"NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO."

Eventually I seem to have made her understand and she stops wanking me.

I pull at the scarves, turn and twist more violently.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."

"MMMMMmmmm."

Oh Victor, don't you realise there's nothing you can do."

She reaches into the pocket of her uniform and takes out the bottle and handkerchief, "Remember this?"

I scream into the gag, "MMMMmmmmm", this wasn't part of what we'd discussed, she was going to chloroform me once, wank me and then release me.

"NNNNNNNNNoooooooooooooo."

"nnnnnnooooo........ppplllllsssee""

I'm shaking my head.

"Pppplllse."

She climbs off the bed and moves towards me, I turn my head away from her, but out of the corner of my eye I can see her opening the bottle, refreshing the cloth.

"NNNNNNNNNNNooooo........NNNnnnnnnooooooo."

I try to pull away further, but the scarf around my right wrist is now biting deep into my hand.

She's leaning across me, her left arm going under my neck, her hand on my chin.

I try to twist, turn my head, all the time her hold tightening, pulling me back towards the cloth.