Back to The Hospital

Mistress Kathia’s latest dungeon feels nothing like a hospital ward. Cold steel and bright lamps give it a surgical shine. Betty, stripped of every scrap of clothing, sits at the edge of the table with her knees pulled high. Kathia clips smooth metal plates to Betty’s nipples and another pair to the thin skin of her labia. Current crackles. Betty’s thighs quake with every pulse, the metal jaws tugging her tender folds taut. Juices bead, then drop onto the tile. Kathia pulls the leads free and replaces them with a single electrode resting against Betty’s clit. Betty’s cry goes sharp and sudden as low voltage buzzes through her—short, cruel stutters that draw whimpers and fresh slick. Kathia watches every twitch until the board shows enough resistance to begin. She uncaps a fat bottle of clear lube, coats her fist, then picks up a wide silicon shaft the color of bruised violet. The head is the size of a clenched hand. Betty gasps as its chill nose nudges her lips apart. Kathia leans in, hips braced on the padded table edge, and drives the toy deeper in slow, relentless strokes. The stretch pushes a moan from Betty that breaks halfway into a sob. Lubed skin glides and folds around the shaft until the heavy base seats flush against her mound. For a moment Kathia holds the dildo still, letting the fullness settle, then begins to thrust. Each plunge is deliberate, greedy, and deep enough that Betty’s thighs shake and her mouth opens on every exhale like she’s been punched with pleasure. A thread of clear fluid runs down over the toy’s glossy side. Kathia smiles, not bothering to wipe it away.