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| Lex_Magister |
Tags: Manchester (M)
Strolling back in my memory some 3 decades ago I experienced the ultimate in NHS BDSM, it was just on the cusp of change within the NHS from a military regime to a more user friendly approach…
Ignorance is bliss!!!!
I was a rather young naïve Mum to be, my petite figure viewed from the back still held its pinched waist and slender hips, the front view resembled a grossly over inflated beach ball mounted on tooth picks! My only concern about giving birth was 'what happens to the huge belly?' did it all just automatically pop out then snap back into place or did you zoom round the room like a deflating balloon, my GP who later became quite well-known found my delivery ideas all very amusing , looking back I bet he did!
The delivery part 1&2
It was early evening and the pains started! My utility suitcase packed with, respectable nighties the sort your granny would wear, knickers that would accommodate the third world, nursing bras that I just know would melt the heart of any hardened fetish devote, nightgown and matching fluffy slippers, soap bag and bath towels, not the heavy freight that is required now by the expectant mother may I add! Armed with my utility suitcase I was ready for action!!! Off I went to the local hospitals maternity ward, once there I was processed, given an injection to stop the contractions as I had not reached my due date then put in a side room. Any horror movie lover would have so fully appreciated the night I spent in that room!!!! I wish I had packed a tape recorder! All night, right through the night, every minute of that night was saturated with the screams and odd traumatic yodellings of women in what I could only guess to be, more then just a little PAIN!!!! I was sent home the next day, the contractions may have subsided but I had developed some new ones in my mind!
The pains came on during the night, heightened now by the contractions that had grown ever stronger in my mind since the night I spent in the 'room'! Knowing the utility suitcase helped in no way what so ever the last time I knew I was on my own! Off I went deciding to take the quiet and polite approach to what ever happened. The sharp clinical hospital smell of hello welcomed me back, the processing, now here's were it get interesting! The usual internal to gage the dilatation of the cervix, then remaining in heels together and legs akimbo position, out came the soapy water, my lady garden was lathered up and was then debushed by a Wilkingson sword blade wheeled by a rather talented lady who nimbly pinched hold of my clit whilst clearing any undergrowth, the next 'session' came in the form of an enema!!!! Yes! That's right! A big bag of fluid was without any ceremony or a first name formality deposited into my rectum! I sat on that toilet waiting for Armageddon to erupt from my now battle field of a down below……Coming next….The fun birth and meeting the bitch from hell……
Lex
| 9 Apr 09, 4:09 PM Conan_The_Librarian UK(S), 3 yrs  |
Thats it, I'm never, ever getting pregnant. The Health Service is still a hot bed of D/s though. Several years ago, following an exquisetly painfull circumcision, I had to go to my local doctors to have my manly parts checked. I took the first appointment available, with a doctor I didn't know, who turned out to be a newly quallified, very attractive lady GP with long blonde hair and short black skirt. I ended up stood before this lady, with my trousers and pants pulled down and holding my shirt up while the doctor, who was still sat down, examined my penis for what seemed like a week. I could smell her perfume and, I swear, feel her breath on my part of shame. It was torture. I had to think of Anne Widdecome playing with a pogo stick in order to avoid disgracing myself. When the examination was over she looked up into my eyes and said "there is nothing wrong with that". That was the first, and so far only time, a woman has ever said that about my cock.
Here comes a whizz-bang, and I think you know what I'm talking about, woof! | |
| 9 Apr 09, 4:14 PM Lady_Toza_Scarlet UK, 5 yrs £ |
when my son was born 14yrs ago they didn't routinely do the enema and shaving bit although when I woke from my caesarian the nurse who'd been looking after me said she'd shaved my bush and added in stern tones that it had jolly well needed it. It's a pity they don't do leg waxing while they're down there. | |
| 9 Apr 09, 6:43 PM mia  UK(M), 4 yrs        |
DO THEY ACTUALLY DO THAT??? THEY SHAVE YOU??? x Still, vicious or virtuous, love suits most of us. | |
| 9 Apr 09, 7:52 PM goodghirl UK, 8 yrs |
I got shaved for a C section *horrified* | |
| 9 Apr 09, 9:20 PM Lex_Magister UK(M), 7 yrs |
Not now, giving birth is now much more relaxed.....Lex
As I type I reach out my hand, so as you read, you are then touched. | |
| 10 Apr 09, 12:49 PM doctorgas UK, 5 yrs |
Yes if you have to have a caesarean section. |
