Midwife’s Case - Chapter 1

It was 1968, and I, Gwen can still remember the electric jolt of heady emotions from that summer in late July when my curiosity got me into a situation that even today feels surreal. Not only did it cause a sexual awakening for me but it altered my life in new and exciting way. Not only would it lead to my budding passion for medicine and fascination with anesthesia. But open my eyes to a new vivid, and exciting desire to dive down a long and pleasurable career in nursing.

I was 22 years old, home on holiday from my third year of university enjoying my carefree summer break. When that strange curiosity came into my life to start a new chapter for me. I had to finally agreed to help our next door neighbor, Eleanor, a nurses midwife with a small favour. She’d asked if someone would kindly wait at her house for a very important package to be dropped off while she was out on her midwife rounds.

My mum had nudged, prodded and badgered me into agreeing to help her out, saying it’d be a quick easy favour for our neighbour. That it was always handy to have a certified nurse around who now owed you a return favour.

I wasn’t thrilled about it and just wanted to enjoy my summer off but I figured it would be a quick in and out favour. I was given the key to Eleanor’s place and had only been hanging out on Eleanor’s couch for 15 minutes, staring at her bookshelf’s about to randomly read a book to pass the time, when the doorbell ranging snapped me out of my lazy literary review.

I opened the front door to woman another midwife, not Eleanor, her uniform a striking slate grey with a deep crimson scarf tucked into a high blue collar with silver braid, and a wide brimmed midnight blue fedora adorned with a brass badge reading “Rottenrow Maternity Hospital, Glasgow,” edged with a thin gold band, it was distinct from Eleanor’s Edinburgh SCM dark navy dress.

The middle aged woman was clutching a worn looking black leather case, her eyes darting around impatiently. “Hi I’m Brenda, just drop this off case,” she said, voice clipped. “It’s for Eleanor of the SCM I’m in a rush, got a baby that is ready to be deliver back in Glasgow.”

“Oh, right, I’m Gwen,” I was asked by Eleanor to take and hold onto the case, till she gets back from a midwife call.

The Rottenrow midwife frowned unhappily at this, and looked about to object but a minute later she looked at her watch squeaked in distress and shrugged. “Fine, but don’t muck about with this case, it’s hospital property.

“Please give it to Eleanor when she’s back.” She said thrusting the case into my hands, turned and ran down the step, her coat flapping as she rushed to a nearby car.

I struggle to carry the black leather case to the coffee table in the living room, it was much heavier than I expected as I set it down to examine it. There were two spring catches gleaming under a hinged plate, I took a breath feeling the urge to open it and see what was inside this mysterious case, it was daring me to open it.

The label blared: “Property of Edinburgh NHS Domiciliary Midwifery Services. Please return to Simpson Memorial Maternity Pavilion” and “For State Certified Midwife Use Only, by Order of The Central Midwives Board, Scotland.”

My fingers twitched near the spring catches I shouldn’t, look it was the hospitals case, but the house was quiet, and after a quickly peek out the window confirmed the other midwife was gone. I looked at the clock Eleanor had said she wouldn’t home for at least an hour, “I will just take a tiny peak inside, and then close it right back up” I mumbled as I pressed the catches.

The case sprang open instantly with a sharp click. Inside the case on the right side sat a 50-gallon blue gas cylinder, (N2O) was stamped in white on the front, (Nitrous Oxide) below. A tube linked the gas cylinder to a box with an ON/OFF switch and a gauge dial. It was incredibly mysterious and tempting. A red rubber tube snaked to a thrilling black rubber anaesthesia mouth mask, that had an inflatable plump cushion inside the masks.

The Instructions read, “Minnitt Gas & Air Apparatus.” My pulse raced as I read more, tracing the black rubber anesthesia mask. I then lifted the mask, and pressed it gently to my face the rubber was soft. I inhaled the stale rubber smell already getting excited about trying it out.

According to the instruction’s the case promised to deliver a 50/50% nitrous oxide to air mix. Nitrous gas, did I dare try it? I ran to the window again heart pounding with still no sign of Eleanor. She had been gone for 30 minutes so I had time to try it and then put it back, I took a shaky breath and ran back to the case.

My pulse was hammering in my chest as I picked up the black mask, with shaking fingers I twisted the valve, and flicked the switch ON. I heard the woosh of air and the sound of hissing air and the dial jumped and began to climb into the green on the gauge bar. Everything look good, as I hungrily pressed the black anesthesia mask firmly to my face.

The mask sealed tightly over mouth and nose, it felt cool and tacky, the stale rubber scent mingling with a metallic tang as I settled it over my face. I began to inhale, slowly small breaths as a soft hissing noise filled my ears. The valve buzzed as I exhaled, a mechanical sound cutting the silence. By the third breath, I began to feel a warm, fuzzy sensation that rolled through my body. By the fourth breath my lips tingled and my tongue felt sluggish and heavy as my fingertips began to tingle pleasantly.

The gas thickened, like a sweet syrupy the sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before, buzzing in my skull. What if Eleanor caught me? The risk emboldened me and made the thrill even more intoxicating.

I caressed the rubber tubing, lost in its rubbery grip, breathing deeper as the world around me blurred. I must have slumped to the floor, my limbs heavy, as I inhaled the lovely gas when dimly my eyes saw a pair of polished black nurse’s shoes step into view.

Eleanor walked inside her house frustrated yet again another silly soon to be mother who was a minimum of another 2 weeks before she was going to pop complaining about pain that was not there. “Hmmm at least my midwife’s anaesthesia case should be here today. I have been itching to put in on one of these weak pregnant new woman, and have them experiences a true midwife’s exam.”

She laughed softly imagining it as she shut and locked the front door, and hung her coat calling out to the next door girl Gwen. Had her case arrived as she shut the closet door and turned into the living room she stopped dead in her tracks shocked!

Eleanor Internal; “Good heavens, what’s this little minx up to? Eleanor watched as the young Gwen was Sprawled out on her living room floor with the midwife “Minnitt Gas & Air Apparatus.” gas mask pressed firmly to the face clearly in a deep state of nitrous gas sedation. My….my what a cheeky little thing gassing herself silly in my own house!”

Her pulse quickened with a mix of shock but also delight. As she watched Gwen and know what she was going to do a smile already beaming on her face as she walked into the living room, and Gwen groggily saw her shoes come into view.

Gwen: My eyes climbed past the shiny shoes to follow Eleanors black stockings and shapely legs, up to her navy dress where the hem flared, as she walked closer, and I was going an eyeful of her under carriage revealing her taut white cotton panties that stretched tight over her hips. The white panties hugged mound so fiercely that her tight vagina was split open beneath it, with a pronounced camel toe showing her plump labia lips pressed hard against the thin material, the seam sinking deep into her slit, outlining her swollen curve. A small, dark patch of trimmed hair above her vagina could faintly be seen through the white cotton, like a beacon to show where her sex was.

I admired her legs as the black garter straps held her stockings up bitting into her creamy thighs, the clips taut against the black stockings. As her dress swayed as she stood over me her gaze flickered with amusement as she looked down at me on the floor. “What have we here?” she teased. “A naughty young girl who wonders what it’s like to be in labour?”

She’s got no idea the treat she’s in for oh, my dear Gwen I’m going to have so much fun with you, she mused.

My legs wobbled as I tried to standup, the gas fogging my movement as fear blossomed.

Eleanor’s tone sharpened as I tried to get up. “You’ve been rather naughty, Gwen, rummaging in my midwife case like that. I ought to punish you properly make you wish you’d kept your nose out of it. So I’m going to teach you a lesson, poppet, by showing you exactly what I do to expectant mothers and ones in labour.”

She pushed me gently down again, and held the mask on my face, adjusting the dial on the case and the hissing increased, clouding my mind as I tired to move.

“Now you just wait a moment my dear I have something special you can drink which will help that naughty peeking attitude. She disappeared into the kitchen returning a moment later with a tall glass that had a lemon tinge to it. She pulled the mask of my limp tingly face and holding my head up pressed the glass of sharp, lemony liquid to my lips. “Drink this. It’s 1.2 grams of Chloral Hydrate and 1.2 grams of Potassium Bromide in 120 milliliters of water, with glucose and lemon. Keeps my lady’s in labour quiet till I can get them ready to deliver there babies, and it’ll do the same to you, my little minx.”

I swallowed, the bitter lemon drink as it was forced down my throat my face burning with embarrassment as she held my face till the glass was drained.

“That’s it,” she cooed, checking my pulse. “You’ll be nice and sedated for your private lesson.

”Look at this young thing gulping my drink down so nicely already starting to melting for me. She’s mine now, Eleanor thought, her excitement continuing to building.

Eleanor than hauled me up, arms hooked under me. “Time to get you up, my little minx for your lesson,” she said, pulling and half dragging me down the hall. “We’re going where I can deal with you properly. Honestly, Gwen, I still can’t believe you’d be so bold as to snoop in my midwife’s anesthesia case like that! I ought to be furious, but since you’re here, and have so graciously offered to help your darling midwife nurse Eleanor. I reckon I can let it go as I have been need to practice a few things lately.

How’s that sound, hmm? A little punishment mixed with a little play?” I mumbled a protest, woozy, but she shushed me. “Oh, no fussing now you brought this on yourself by playing with my case.

”She’s barely fighting practically begging for it with those dazed eyes, she thought, her grip tightening.

I was dragged down the hall and Eleanor opened a bedroom that was made into a makeshift birthing room a bed with crisp sheets was In the corner with a rubber pad on top, with a tray of instruments beside it.

But the centre pieces of the room was devoted to a steel birthing chair with thick leather restraints attached with green vinyl padding, with adjustable leg stirrups. An enamel basin sat below, the air in the room smelling heavy with antiseptic and rubber.

“Right, let’s get you sorted,” Eleanor said, depositing me on the bed. “My, you’re limp as a rag doll already,” she remarked, her tone teasing as she yanked my sweater over my head, the wool snagging on my bra as she unclipped and pulled it off. She then unbuttoned my jeans, tugging them down with my underwear in one swift pull, leaving me naked other than my white socks and shivering. She then gave my vagina a sharp smack, the sound echoing as my skin stung. “Naughty girls get their vaginas spanked,” she said, lifting me under the arms and hoisting me limply onto the birthing chair.

She grabbed my legs, guiding them into the cold metal stirrups supports, and then began spreading the supports out my thighs stretching wide. “There we go look at that cute vagina, all spread open and waiting

patiently for me.

You’re starting to look the part, now aren’t you? Good lord, you’re a mess already, all flushed and shaky. Now let’s dress you properly since you’re my practice patient,” she said walking to a clothing rack and bringing over a white cotton hospital gown that she pulled over my head, its coarse weave chafing my skin and nipples as the hem settled at my upper thighs. “There we go all dressed for me to work on and practice on, since you’re so keen to help your darling nurse Eleanor.

”looked at her she’s trembling like a leaf already half-gone from the drink, and loving every second of it, she thought, her eyes gleaming.

She tilted the birthing chair back with a foot pedal, the vinyl creaking under me. “We’ll shave that vagina for your birth first,” she said, relish in her voice. “Hygiene’s critical to examine you down there properly. But first, let me get into my delivery gloves need to keep things sterile while I’m handling your cute little vagina, my dear.”

She rolled up her sleeves, her navy dress hugging her, as she pushed the cuffs back. “Now, Gwen, let’s get you nice and ready,” she said, picking up her glossy black latex delivery gloves, the rubber shimmering faintly in the light.

I watched mesmerized as she slid the right glove on slowly, talking to my drugged, hazy self. “See this, poppet? These are my special rubber birthing gloves perfect for a naughty girl’s first lesson.” The latex stretched tight over her hand, squeaking as she flexed her fingers, the sound sharp in the quiet room. She pulled it up to her elbow, giving it a loud snap as it settled into place at her elbow making me jump, a jolt of arousal spiking through me. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?” she teased, slipping the left one on with the same deliberate care, snapping it loud .

Eleanor Internal; “Look at his young girl she’s practically trembling, and would you look at those wide eyes, that flush creeping down her neck. She’s aroused I can see her getting wetter by the second watching me, she thought, her own pulse quickening.

“All sterile now, love and ready to play doctor with you.” Ohh my Gwen you’re so responsive,”

Eleanor said, noting my flush creeping up my face. “We’ll secure those arms first, can’t have you squirming.” She buckled the leather straps around my wrists, pinning them tightly to the arm boards. Next she moved to my legs, fastening two sets of straps at my ankles and knees, the leather creaking as she tightened them. “There we go all, trussed up nice and proper, my little practice patient’s not going anywhere, is she?” Eleanor said with an excited smile. “You’re now nice and secure for your punishment exam.”

She’s tied down and still twitching my God, she’s a live wire, she mused, her anticipation growing by the second to play with his young girls body.

I watched in a haze as she grabbed a razor and filled a bowel with soapy water. “Let’s tidy up that cute little vagina first,” she said, dipping the blade into the bowl. Her breathing quickened in excitement as she began scraping my pubic mound, with my curls falling away. “My such a thick patch on you,” she murmured, parting my swollen, glistening labia with gloved fingers, shaving my labia minora slow and deliberate, the blade teasing my, tender flesh.

God, Gwen what a gorgeous little vagina you have makes me wetter with every stroke. She’s loving this, I can tell those little gasps, that twitch in her hips, she thought, her breath hitching audibly.

“Now Gwen you’re all clean and smooth down there what next?”

“Ohh I know we don’t want any accidents in the chair while your giving birth, how about a nice catheter,” she said, holding up a long, coiled red rubber tube, its flared tip glistening with a faint rubber sheen, the narrow shaft slightly translucent under the light, a thin ridge running its length for grip. “Ever been catheterized before, Gwen?” she asked, dangling it playfully in front on my flushed face.

I mumbled, “N-no,” my voice thick with the sedative haze. She slapped her latex hands together excitedly with a loud smack, her eyes shinning. “Oh, my how splendid, than I get to do your first one, how thrilling!”

She adjusted the stirrups further apart, the stirrups clanking. “Legs nice and wide, poppet let’s open you right up,” she said, spreading me in the chair until my thighs ached. She grabbed a glass bottle of lubricant, squeezing a thick, clear dollop onto the tip of the catheter , the tube slick and dripping as she rolled it between her fingers. “This’ll will feel funny,” she said, parting my swollen labia with one hand, exposing my urethral, pink and quivering. She then smiled as she began pressing the tip against my urethra, the cold rubber feeling slick and wet.

“Here we go nice and slow inside you,” she cooed, sliding the flared tip inside me. A sharp sting bloomed as it stretched my sensitive urethra, the tube snaking past the sphincter with a slow, invasive glide, its ridge scraping my sensitive insides faintly. I whimpered, “Stop, please,” my voice slurring, but my hips twitched, arousal mixing with the pain. “Oh, shush now,” Eleanor said, her tone gleeful as she continued to pushed the catheter tube deeper, a dull pressure settling as it reached my bladder.

She squeezed a small bulb at the base, inflating a balloon inside me with a faint hiss, locking the catheter in place. “There, love now you can’t pull it out,” she said, attaching a drainage bag to the side of the birthing chair. She watched, eyes glinting, as pale yellow urine began to flow through the tube into the bag, with a steady trickle.

“Look at that already using your catheter,

and such a nice steady stream from my little patient. Popping your catheter cherry was just too delicious, especially on a cute young lady like you Gwen.”

Eleanor Internal; God She’s squirming so sweetly it makes me want to rig her up for days, and play with her adorable body she thought, feeling herself getting more aroused and damp between her thighs.

“Now, it’s Enema time,” Eleanor announced, pulling out a red rubber bag and a ribbed black nozzle. I whimpered in fresh arousal and distress as I watched her mixed hot water and soap in a pitcher, adding a dollop of glycerin, the mixture frothing as she stirred. She poured it into the bag, the red rubber enema bag bulging taut, and hung it on a hook by the birthing chair and began lubing the black nozzle’s thick, ribbed tip.

“Ohh Gwen have you ever had an enema before?” I whimpered and whispered “Nnnn….no nurse Eleanor never” “Ohh my what a treat breaking your catheter, anal and enema cheery as well you’re just full of wonderful surprises my little practice patient.”

She said parting my buttocks, she rubbed the thick lube into my anus, her finger dipping in, stretching my anal ring. “So snug,” she said, as she traded her finger for the nozzle and began sliding it deep inside me its ridges scraping my sensitive anal passage. She pushed the nozzle till it was buried deep inside my rectum then smiling at me as she released the clamp, I felt hot, soapy water began to gushed inside. I felt it rushing inside my rectum, a forceful tide flooding me, heavy and churning, my belly swelling visibly as pressure built.

Eleanor laughed, a throaty sound. “Now you’ll understand what it’s like to be pregnant, poppet I’m going to make you’ll hold that for 15 minutes.” I moaned, twitching against the restraints, my wrists and legs straining futilely, and slurred, “But Nurse Eleanor, please, it hurts I need to release it now.” She pressed her latex gloved hand firmer to my butt. “Don’t you dare let go till I say,” she ordered sternly. She slid her gloved middle finger into my anus beside the nozzle, pressing deep to plug me. “There, that’ll help,” she said, massaging my swollen stomach with her other hand, the rubber squeaking. “What a good girl you are, taking it so well,” she murmured, kneading slow circles as I squirmed, whimpering louder, as the cramps began twisting my distended belly tight and round.

Eleanor Internal; My god she’s taking it like a dream moaning and all swollen and puffed up. I could keep her like this forever, she thought, savouring the sight.

Finally after 15 agonizing minutes, Eleanor pulled the nozzle out, finger still in place, then she withdrew it. A rush of sudsy and brown liquid began flooding the basin, the wet gurgle loud, my cheeks flaming at the humiliation and embarrassment of being so exposed and doing this in front of her.

Eleanor then wiped my butt clean, with long lingering touches and unnecessary strokes. “There we go all nice and clean,” she said sweetly.

“Now time for your vaginal exam, catheter out first.” I moaned in fresh distress imagining the pain of the catheter coming out. As she deflated the balloon with a soft hiss and slid it free, the tug slow and sharp, rubber glistening with moisture as it left me feeling raw inside. I watched her grabbing a shining steel speculum and lubricant the steel horror till it glistens in the light and smiling sweetly bent to my swollen, glistening labia. Moaning in distress and excitement as I felt the gel cool against my pulsing vagina. “Ohh my so plump and pink,” Eleanor purred, slipping a latex finger inside me and swirling it around.

She coxed the speculum, pressing it to my entrance. “Relax my dear,” she said, sliding it slowly inside me till the cold steel horror was fully inside stretching me. As she began turning the screw, opening my vagina wide, I moaned in a raw mix of pleasure and pain ripping through me, my slick slit quivering.

Eleanor cooed, “Oh does that hurt, poppet? Do you want some pain relief?” I moaned, “Yessd,” my voice trembling.

Eleanor smiled happily and slid two latex gloved fingers inside me, curling them against my anterior wall, and began to rub fast and firmly. “There we go, love let’s ease your pregnancy exam pains a little,” she whispered, her thumb lightly brushing my sensitive clit. The heat inside my vagina began to build quickly, I could feel my quivering lips pulsing, as I suddenly screamed and climaxed hard, a shuddering cry muffled by the birthing chair, thick juices coating Eleanor’s latex gloves as I moaned and twitched in the after throes beneath her.

She laughed, pulling her fingers out, and grabbed a cloth soaked it in warm water, and began wiping my swollen and dripping vagina clean, the rough fabric teasing my tender sensitive clit.

Eleanor Internal; “Oh, Gwen, you’re going to be my favorite patient to play with,” she chuckled, her eyes glinting. This girl’s a marvel look at her shaved bare, lips puffy and dripping, coming so easy. Would love

to stretch her wide, fill her up, toy with her till she begs, she thought, staring at Gwen with new hunger.

Eleanor opened the case again, picking up the gas mask and hitting the on button, a soft hiss filling the air. “Now it’s time for your deep sleep before your birth, poppet,” she said as I moaned in distress, my head lolling. She pressed the rubber anaesthesia mask to my face, its cushion sealing tight. “Just take deep breaths love,” she instructed, her voice firm yet teasing.

She’s fighting it poor thing doesn’t know how good this’ll feel to het soon, she thought, adjusting the flow.

She returned to the speculum, tweaking it wider. “Almost ready to birth that baby, aren’t you?” she teased, and I moaned louder, pleasure and pain spiking to blend with the tingling from the gas as my vagina was stretched even wider open.

“My, how wide open you are,” Eleanor said, running a gloved finger along my stretched, slick entrance, dipping inside. “Perfect for delivery.” I whimpered, shivers racing through me from the combined stretching, finger and gas.

She checked my breasts, cupping one, rubber squeaking. “Let’s see these beauties,” she said, kneading one gently. “Oh, so soft and round perfect for nursing, aren’t they? Look at these areolae, all puffy already.” She pinched my nipple, rolling it till it stiffened. “Goodness, you’re sensitive feel that, love? Nice and firm now,” she murmured, moving to the other, squeezing around the base. “No milk yet, but these’ll do fine when the time comes you’re such a responsive little patient.”

Her hands pressed my abdomen, gloves squeaking, then tweaked the speculum wider again, drawing another moan. She kissed my cheek. “Thank you Gwen for the wonderful fun exam, love,” she teased. “I hope you learned your lesson not to touch a midwife’s equipment unless you want a deep midwife medical probing?” She turned up the gas. “Sweet dreams,” she whispered, the gas rush thickening in my lungs. My vision swam, the room tilting, edges fraying into a soft haze.

Each breath dragged slower, heavier, the mask’s rubber pressing tighter, its chemical scent drowning me. I saw Eleanor’s hazy outline leaning close, her voice a distant murmur. “Such a good patient… going to stretch you wider next time……” flashed of her on the bed, legs spread skirt up white paints pushed the to side as he moaned and fingers herself in front of me.

Random snippets pierced the fog. A scream

of pleasure and a hand lovely touching my vagina the a voice “ next time will play with this cute vagina even more…my perfect plaything…we are going to have so much fun you won’t be able to resist me.” The room spun around me as unconsciousness finally swallowed me whole.

I woke up suddenly on the living room floor, head pounding, my clothes rumpled but back on. The black leather case sat closed tight innocent and unopened on the coffee table. I turned blurrily eyed as the front door opened, and Eleanor stepped in, peeling off her overcoat, her navy midwife uniform crisp, black stockings shimmering.

“Hello Gwen darling, is that my midwife’s labour anaesthesia case here… oh my darling,” she said, walking close, her warm hand that smelled lightly of latex brushing my cheek tenderly. “Are you feeling all right, poppet? You’re rather flushed do I need to give you a complete medical exam?”

Eleanor Internal; She’s a wreck gassed herself and still glowing. Bet she’s aching for more already, she thought, her eyes twinkling with a knowing glint.

I scrambled up, my cheeks burning. “No, I’mmmm okay,” I stammered, picking up and thrusting the case into her hands. “Here’s your the case I will be going since your back.”

As I stumbled toward the door, Eleanor called after me, her voice light with laughter. “Feel free to drop by again if change your mind, about that medical exam love!” I hurried out, the cool afternoon air hitting me as I fled home.

That night, as I undressing, and pulled off my sweater and jeans, my breath caught

As I took off my soaked yellow panties off. My vagina was shaved clean, the skin smooth and bare, my lips still faintly swollen and puffy. Scrawled across my mons in smudged black crayon were the initials “E.M” with a small heart doodle beside them. I stared, at the initials my heart racing, the reality sinking in it had all been real. I crawled into bed, the sheets cool against my skin, and lay there, a tingling heat blooming between my thighs.

My fingers slipped down, tracing my shaved front lips, arousal swelling as I replayed what Eleanor’s hands had done to them, the gas, the speculum stretch, as I began stroking myself with slow, teasing movements. I came quickly, a soft gasp escaping, and as the shudders faded, I wondered, breathless, Would I ever go back for another exam?

End: Chapter 1