Maybe it’s because I’m female, or maybe it’s because I have four healer alts, but I seem to encounter an incredible number of people who assume that I enjoy healing because there’s something innate in my nature that compels me to nurture other people. They think of healing like it’s a form of backseat raiding, instead of an active and extremely challenging role that’s necessary to achieving victory on the battlefield.There are many aspects of healing that appeal to my baser instincts, but I’m certainly not attracted to the role because I feel compelled to nurture. I suppose there are really two ways to approach the healing role. One way to describe it would be via the common fantasy role of the battle cleric, someone who doesn’t usually take any direct action during battle but instead shields their allies by mitigating damage, and knits their wounds up afterwards. The second way to describe healing, and the way that I approach it, is by comparing it to an elaborate mini-game of battle triage where split seconds decisions, and the ability to make some difficult moral and ethical choices, can mean the difference between victory or defeat.

Healing actually has a lot more in common with domination and kink than any other raid role. I think of the damage dealers and tanks in my raid as my little puppets. I manipulate their lives at will, exalting and healing those who I feel are worthy of my esteem, and allowing the life blood  of more unfortunate players to wane into extinction. Oh how I love to tease my little pets, edging them on by tossing them a few heals so they think they’re worthy of my notice, and then allowing them to dip dangerously low while I queue up a large heal to land a second before they would have met their demise. This “red line game” is what appeals to my baser instincts. I nurture those in my charge only for as long as I please. They know that my lightning fast reflexes and my fickle patience are their only safeguards against the molten wrath of Ragnaros, and if they forget, I’m sure to remind them.

While I do enjoy toying with my pets in game, there’s nothing that pleases me more than when one of my patients requests some out of combat role play during my phone sex sessions. Thanks to my wicked medical phone sex fantasies I’m able to bring all their naughty desires to life, without any Hippocratic Code to ruin all the fun.  Dr. Bea may be one of the best healers in World of Warcraft, but when one of my patients requires a more personal session of medical fetish phone sex I know it’s time for the gloves to come off. Just last week I had a poor sick puppy who was just tortured by the fact that his massive juicy balls were getting in the way of his sissy play. I made some quick incisions, and his problem was solved. Even though castration phone sex is only one of my specializations, it happens to be my favorite procedure to perform. I love poking and prodding at such a sensitive part, which is also why I’m so enthusiastic about medical cock torture phone sex! Ever wanted to feel my cold hard steel penetrating the sensitive head of your engorged member? That’s what my dilation procedures are designed to accomplish! If you’re interested in something a little more “filling,” I can even weave a kinky phone sex fantasy designed to torture your weak and shriveled bladder. Perhaps I’ll make you drink a gallon of water until you’re fit to burst. Maybe I’ll even attach a catheter to do it for me. I’d then parade you in front of your family and friends and you’d have to hold your bladder or risk humiliating yourself. Sounds fun doesn’t it? Well it is, at least for me. Call your devious Mistress Bea for some kinky medical phone sex! The Doctor is in!