Nurse Knows all about you

Lately I have been receiving calls from a couple of Niteflirt customers who are addicted to self-destruction. People who are like this tend to become addicted to whatever is bad for them, which means they may call for forced intoxication. They are generally addicted to porn. They are compulsive masturbators (but aren’t most guys anyway?). They enjoy the thrill of danger, and the deeper they sink down into the abyss, the more they crave the downward spiral.

So these two have become addicted to the sound of my voice, and called many times, enriching me, but at the same time keeping me from getting much sleep.

Niteflirt is a funny place. When a girl does a lot of transactions, her position gets bumped up so she is more visible, which means that, at least for a while, she ends up getting calls from customers who have never seen her before. This passes, and she will start to normalize again.

So besides these guys, I’ve been having some fucking weird callers lately. One guy called for a 2 minute castration. You don’t get more self-destructive than that. Seriously, I only had time to pull out one of his testicles. We were cut off before I could finish the job and sew him up. I would, of course have removed the extra loose skin of his scrotum. Who needs a ballsack when he has no balls? I wonder if he visited a virtual emergency ward to take care of the problem…

Another caller wanted to know what the room behind my examining room was. He asked if I took the naughty boys there, and I said yes.

He wasn’t helping me at all with where he wanted the fantasy to go, and I was damned tired. It was like 4:00 am. Then he asked me what I did with the naughty boys, I told him I cut off their balls. I guess that wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

Oops.

Just a little holiday FAIL. Nothing against you circumcision fetishists, but this is probably not something that would attract more people than it would repel.

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Poor sucker. Masturbated a few times and it killed him. Quite the cautionary tale.

It just goes to show you how gullible people can be. And we here at the Gold Star Academy of Discipline are ready to exploit that gullibility. By the time that our males are ready to be released again, they will be so convinced that they cannot live without being controlled by a woman that, well, they will have no choice but to follow her orders for the rest of their lives.

At the femdom fantasy Gold Star Academy of Discipline, our male students are not permitted to masturbate except under the direct supervision of a woman. It falls on the School Nurse to make sure that they are educated in such an important topic. After all, it is partly due to their inability to masturbate effectively that they are here at the school in the first place. The inability to drain themselves properly has resulted in them being in a perpetual state of distraction.

Obviously, we can’t have that.

Therefore, we constructed a special room where this instruction could take place, known as the school Masturbatorium. It is a circular shingled building built next to the Nurse’s office, connected by a walkway to the side entrance of the main building, with a entrance directly through the Nurse’s examining room.

As you walk up, you notice that there are no windows on the outside. We find that being able to look out windows makes it difficult for our males to concentrate. There are, however some narrow panels under the eaves that permit light to enter during the day. This allows us to save energy. Why use electricity for light for something like that?

When you go in through the front entrance, you step into the font hallway. Walk around the barrier and you find yourself in the gallery, where our ladies can go to observe their males taking instruction on the floor. The narrow gallery goes all the way around the floor, rather like a row of seats around an ice arena. Viewers can sit in the comfortable upholstered seating or lean against the railing inobtrusively in the shadows. The males have no way to tell who or how many are watching.

The high ceiling goes to a peak overhead, and there are lights hanging from it.

The interior walls and ceiling are redwood-stained, cozy in the gallery, but impersonal from the rubber-matted floor where the boys kneel during instruction. The floor is 50′ in diameter, so needless to say, we are able to handle all the males we need to be able to fit into the sessions.

Toward the back of the room, through the gallery, are entrances to the washroom, where of course the males wash up afterwards, and the milking room where special needs masturbators are taken care of on a schedule. Inside is a row of tables, each with its own programmable milking machine, of my own design, naturally. We do not even need to unlock their chastity devices when they come in for a session.

So you see our facilities are unequaled. It is only right that we should have the best-designed and outfitted masturbatorium of any femdom academy of academic discipline in the entire country.

Is there anybody out there in the real world that doesn’t think this priest is the most out-of-touch and sexually-repressed person that exists?

The only thing more messed up than him is the embed code for the video, that I had make major modifications to to post in a Wordpress blog.
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Once again I must don my Public Health nurse’s cap and take a stand against people who are trying to destroy natural, normal sexual relations in this country (and this world!), like a fetish nurse has nothing else to do with her time.

But here goes: for those of you who have been dying to take on the role of Abstinence Educators and teach the tricky subject of Abstinence in places like church Sunday school, day camp, and public schools, this is the opportunity for you.

An intrepid reporter with this very motivation figured out what it would take (a payment to a website to take a “test”), took the test without even reviewing any materials, and passed. She is now a “Certified Abstinence Educator”—and you can be, too!

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As we all know, the most effective abstinence is that which is enforced with a chastity device, by lock and key.

The problem with abstinence as a method of birth control is that it counts on elimination of sexual activity by those who are least able to resist the hormones coursing through their bloodstreams. It pretends that sexual desire is something that teens create for the purpose of inconveniencing their parents, rather than being an instinct intended by nature to guarantee perpetuation of the species in young and fertile specimens.

It does not help that abstinence education teaches that students should not use birth control. That seems to be the only lesson they learn in the class.

So first, let’s take a refreshing look at how one refreshingly honest student views abstinence-only sex education. Click to view the original and see lots of these sad-but-true funny tests.

You can clearly see how it has nurtured and magnified the blackness in his soul.

Now let’s think outside the box. The only abstinence-only program that will work is one that has some effect on reducing the effectiveness of the male part of the couple in convincing the female member to have sex. Finally, the best and brightest minds have looked at what works and come up with recommendations as to what a parent can do to keep their abstinence-educated son from knocking up a abstinence-educated girl.

Nurse is still in the Public Health mode here. You know, of course, that terrible things can happen to you when you listen to your penis talking, or you permit the thought processes of the brain in your skull to be replaced by the lizard instincts of your small brain.

So here is an allegorical tale for you. Of course, in the modern tradition, we can never know how real it is, or if there is any truth to it at all.

Dumbass.

and the animals we keep that work to prevent this from happening. Too bad the economy prevents so many Americans from buying bigger beds.

Yes, Nurse is in the Public Health mode again. Too tired means bad sex or none at all.

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