(F/M, latex glove fetish, tickle, sleepy, chloroform, foot fetish, hypnosis)
NON-CONSENSUAL SEX WARNING
I am standing at the corner of 23rd and Market Street as instructed. I was told to be here at 10 pm, but I arrived early of course.
As a first year medical student, getting the opportunity to enter the notorious "Medical Domination", or "Meddom" sorority is just something you cannot walk away from. Meddom is known to have a very influential network, and knowing the right people can be a blessing for any medical career.
I have been asking around a bit about the Meddom initiation ritual that I am about to undergo, but it was impossible to get any information at all. That just shows how tightly organized this sorority really is.
The streets are pretty much deserted at this late hour and I unintentionally shiver in the dropping temperatures. I hope it won't be long before they come to pick me up.
As if someone overheard me, I suddenly see an unmarked white van driving slowly around the corner. I cannot make out the driver as the windows are tinted. The van stops right in front of me and the side door opens. A woman appears, fully dressed in surgical clothes: a long green gown, a mask and latex gloves.
"Benjamin Milgram, step into the van," she orders.
I am surprised by the authoritarian tone but decide not to show it. I quickly do as she says and get into the van. Inside I notice that there are 4 more similarly dressed women sitting in the van's cargo area. The side door slams shut and the van begins to move. I have trouble keeping my balance and decide to crouch on the floor as there are no more seats available.
"Benjamin Milgram," the same woman starts, "you have been found worthy to attempt to pass the Meddom initiation ritual. Know that you will only be given one opportunity. Failing is not an option."
I can feel the 5 women's eyes all intensely focused on me and the cold abruptly seems to have left my body.
"You will need to pass 7 tests. All of those will teach you a valuable lesson about the medical profession," she continues. "You can address me as Mistress. If you are ready to start the initiation, please state so."
"Euh, I am ready I guess, euh Mistress" I stammer, looking sheepishly at the masked women.
"Excellent," Mistress states and she fetches a straitjacket from the seat behind her. "Please remove your coat, and put your arms through these sleeves," she instructs.
I hesitate, but only for a moment. The straitjacket looks like the real thing to me, complete with all kind of straps and buckles. Wearing this will leave me pretty much helpless, but I am determined to see this initiation through till the end.
When I put my arms through the sleeves Mistress quickly closes the back by feeding the ends of the straps through four corresponding buckles. I am then instructed to cross my arms in front of me and to pass each arm through a vertical loop located on the sides of the jacket. Next she secures the two sleeves behind my back using two more straps. I feel completely helpless.
"Excellent, now go lay on your back on the floor between the row of seats," she says.
I try to comply as well as I can, but I am having a hard time with the van moving and my arms securely tied. I hit my head against a seat but finally reach the position she wants. I look up and see the 5 masked women looking down at me from their seats.
"This is the first lesson you should learn as a future physician," she explains. "What you experience now is how most of your patients will feel when they come to you. You will be in a position of power, never forget it, never abuse it. Do you understand?"
She takes a pause to let the message sink in and waits for me to nod.
"Excellent, we can go to the second lesson then," she continues. "As a physician you will sometimes be confronted with things that will disgust you, but you will have to rise above these feelings. So we will test if you've got what it takes."
She then addresses the other women. "Ladies please remove your shoes."
I watch them in surprise as the four other women start taking off their shoes. Two are bare-footed, the two other ones are wearing short socks.
"We have been preparing for this ritual," one of the women says. "So we have not washed our feet in three days, and not changed socks."
The two women who are wearing socks come to sit facing each other near my head.
"You will inhale deeply and not try to move away," Mistress instructs. "Ladies, please begin."
The two women completely cover my face with their feet, and the pungent smell immediately overwhelms me. I do my best to breathe steadily, but judging from the smell of these socks, they seem to have run a couple of marathons in the past three days.
