A Medical Fetishist
Dedicated to broken toys in need of repair.
My Dearest, welcome to this Newsletter 49. It is September, the Summer is extending its shadow, days start to be shorter, and you want more sex to compensate.
This evening, it will be a slow Sunday scroll email. An inspiring mixture about my new series to be publish mid-September, and provisionally named Love Clinic.
A naughty nurse is ready for you.
This story to come is about a sexual psychiatry ward. It is a travel deep inside the dark America, a place for advance sex experiments launched in the early eighties.
"Understand that sexuality is as wide as the sea. Understand that your morality is not law. Understand that we are you." - Erich Fromme, German-American psychologist.
You are a medical fetishist. Our nurse will treat you as viciously and perversely as possible. Soon, little toy will be strapped to the gynecological chair, ready to suffer.
Welcome to that cuckoo place, the sex unit of a psych ward where we cure sexual deviants. From this place, you will exit washed, cleansed and ready for a new life.
Live could be a hustle. Sometimes you just want to disconnect. That is the reason the Love clinic exist. A place where broken toys like you can be perversely repaired.
People tend to define things into two categories. Then they decide which group they belong to. It gives them a sense of security. To which group does a pervert belong?
You know how it works: something violent happens, then you are afraid it comes back. But you love to be afraid, eventually you ask for it. And it will come — for you.
Every submissive is an individual. There is no formula: it has to be adjusted to each according to his needs, fears, and limitations. This is how objectification works.
If you think this psych ward comes with consent and mutual respect, think again and forget you ever read this email. Do not join the Love Clinic on September 18.
As always, if you know someone who needs to know, let them know! Forward this email, spread the kinky way on all your social networks.
Love always,
Sissi
That’s some haunting imagery right there. I love it. The guy with hooks all over his face looks incredible. Good luck with your new series!
Uh-oh. Looks like we're in for a whole parade of things we don't see everyday right here. Buckle your seatbelts for the ultimate experience of Extreme, Hardcore, Smash-Mouth, No-Holds-Barred, Steel Cage, Tables, Ladders, & Chairs Surrealism! If you know Sin Street (and if you don't, why not? Get yourself over there NOW and find out the kickass content you're missing!), you know that Sissitrix will totally freak you out with a haunting, eerie exploration of those deep, dark, Marquis de Sade, "Story of O," style limbic depths of the human psyche where only power, instinct, and the Id are supreme, and the hypocritical restraints of religion, law, and morality are unknown. It won't be "The Waltons!" Long live the Unconscious!