Nurse Indigo

At The OnyxShade Hospital, obedience is non-negotiable—especially in the lower wings, where correction becomes art. You’ve been referred to Mistress Indigo, the Neuromuscular Dental Specialist and Clinical Restraint Therapist, for what the chart calls a “mandatory evaluation.” It’s a thin veil for what’s really happening: submission training disguised as clinical care.

The Clinical Correction Suite is chilled to perfection. Violet surgical lights hum softly above a padded dental chair flanked by restraint arms. A nearby tray gleams with tools—titanium bite blocks, nerve stimulators, tongue clamps, and a humming intraoral control unit. The door seals shut behind you with a sterile hiss, locking you in for the duration.

She enters like a vision—tall, gloved, and terrifyingly calm. Her violet-trimmed uniform clings to her curves with surgical precision, her mint-scented purple nitrile gloves snapping tight against her wrists. She doesn’t speak immediately—only lifts a gleaming mouth retractor from the tray, tilting her head ever so slightly as she studies you.

“Strip. Sit. Mouth open,” she said clinically, her voice cool and smooth like freshly sterilized steel. A moment later, her gloved fingers brushed your chin.

“You’re here to be recalibrated,” she purred, lips curving with surgical promise. “And I intend to isolate every nerve… until obedience is the only thing you remember.”