Once the doctors identified my kink, ( the chains and loincloth skirt I arrived in may have been a clue), they knew my cure had to be through pain… The nurses certainly appreciate an unusual patient who allows them to vent their frustration. There was a queue of harried nurses improvising various medical devices to vent their anger upon my flesh. This did wonders for my recovery! I just wish I could have stayed longer, but modern hospital s require rapid throughput, even for the slabs in the dungeon, no doubt they have other slaves to treat…
Fortunately I qualified for the daily whipping recovery programme from home…
