Gentle Steps to Complete Domination Ch. 03
The next morning the older nurse emerged from the bathroom with the pink panties stretched between her hands, arms outstretched as she studied them. “My daughter has a pair just like these,” she said conversationally walking across the room. “They’re not cheap, I can tell you. You have a wonderful girlfriend,” the nurse said as she folded the dry panties and placed them on the bedside table, “I hope you appreciate her.”
“I do,” mumbled Roger face bright red.
“Not every woman understands men as well as she does, I can tell you. You’re in good hands there. Now, today, you can have a shower,” and she ripped the sheet over to reveal Roger’s morning erection. “Oh dear,” she said, looking down, “so soon? I suppose,” she said with a sigh, “you want me to put those panties on you?”
“No, no,” stuttered Roger, face the colors of beetroot, hard cock twitching on his belly.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” he mumbled, “I’m sure. Thank you.”
“Perhaps you should go to the toilet?” she said knowingly.
“Yes, yes, that’s it,” Roger said as he struggled to get out of the bed, stumbled across the room, arks akimbo in the plaster, hard cock jutting into the air.
Wishing the ground would swallow him up, he sat on the toilet and willed his erection to subside so he could piss. “Are you finished?” she called from the room and Roger could see through the half open door she was making the bed, plumping pillows, all efficient in her striped uniform and white nylons and just a little scary.
“No, not yet,” he called.
“Hurry up,” she said, suddenly appearing in the doorway, looking down at him. “I have other patients, you know.”
“Yes, I’m sorry,” he mumbled as he was finally able to piss with her watching him, a sly smile on her angular face, his face bright as a neon light.
She wrapped plastic sheeting around the upper half of his body to protect the plaster cast that covered his arms and down to his waist, making his upper body as flexible as a statue. The water was cold and he yelped at the shock of it. “I know it’s cold,” the nurse said calmly, “but in my experience, it’s the best way to keep that thing,” she said scornfully, pointing at his shriveled cock, “completely under control. I just don’t have the time for your animal reactions.”
Dried and smelling of harsh soap, Roger collapsed back into the bed, enjoying the warmth as she pulled the sheet up over his cock. “Now, before I go, do you want the panties on?”
“No,” he whispered, red face turned away.
“Are you sure? I would be irritated if you buzzed us to put them on. We do have other patients.”
“I’m really sure.”
“Very well. Here’s your soft drink your girlfriend left you, she’s really one in a million.” She left and Roger sipped on the drink and wondered when he was going to be able to get out of this madhouse. This couldn’t be normal hospital behavior, could it, he asked himself? Moments later, his cock was rock hard again and all he could think about was being able to cum.
His eyes drifted to the pink panties folded neatly on the bedside table and then to the buzzer. No, he told himself, you can’t ask the nurses to put those on you, it would be too humiliating, far too embarrassing. Get a grip on yourself, he said to himself, keep control.
But, a small voice inside him whispered evilly, you do need to cum, don’t you?
The young nurse was cheerful when she arrived, vanilla perfume, red lips and big eyes as she started to feed him lunch. Roger couldn’t keep his eyes off her cleavage and the way her thighs flattened against each other when her legs were crossed.
“How cute,” she said as she picked up the panties, spoon resting on the tray. “Very cute. Your girlfriend has excellent taste. These aren’t cheap, you know.”
“So I’ve been told,” Roger said sulkily, cock twitching.
“Silk and a designer label. The lace around the legs is cute, don’t you think?” she said brightly, fingering the lace.
“I suppose, I haven’t really thought about it.” It was a lie, he hadn’t thought of anything but the panties, an embarrassing symbol of his incessant urge to cum, to cum at all costs.
She put them back on the bedside table, brought the spoon to Roger’s mouth and her eyes dropped to the bulge under the sheet. “Do you want me to put them on you when I’ve finished?”
“No.” he mumbled, mouth full.
“Sure?”
“Yes!” he snapped but was he so sure as he really wanted to come? She held the soft drink for him and he sucked it down, wondering if Carol would turn up. After all, she put the panties on him last time, she had seen him he recalled with red face, and he could ask her, couldn’t he? Couldn’t he?
The nurse left and left alone with his thoughts and the scent of her perfume, Roger’s cock got even harder and he was almost overwhelmed with the desperate and urgent need to ejaculate. I’ve never felt this hard and aroused so much before, what’s got into me?
It was another restless day, his cock pulsating like it had never before and he found it difficult to sleep that night. Breakfast was a teasingly slow affair with the nurse eying the bulge in the sheet, asking him if he would like to wear the panties.
Gritting his teeth, Roger refused but he was so desperate to cum that after the nurse had left him alone, he wished he had asked her to slide the panties on him. Just the thought of how the tight silk would feel pressing against his cock was enough to make him break out in a sweat.
Carol arrived at just before lunch and Roger was a seething mass of arousal, desperate to cum while preserving, he thought, a little dignity as the nurses giggled around him. His cock had never been that hard, he was sweating so much from the arousal he was constantly sucking on that soft drink. God, he needed to cum! He had almost asked the pretty young nurse to put the panties on him when she brought him more soft drink but the thought of her watching him push his cock against the silk to cum was far to humiliating a concept. He had to tough it out, be a man!
“How are you feeling, baby?” Carol asked kissing him on the cheek, her large breasts moving under her blouse.
“I’m fine,” he croaked.
“Are you sure? You look like you’ve got a fever?” She spotted the panties folded on the bedside table. “Have you used these yet?” He shook his head and her face fell. “Don’t you like them? I thought I was helping?” I guess I’m not appreciated,” she said sullenly.
“You are, you are appreciated,” Roger croaked, “Really, you are.”
“Why haven’t you used them yet, then?” she pouted. “You are horny aren’t you? I can see the lump under the sheet from here.”
“I, I,” he stuttered, desperately thinking because, great God almighty, he was horny! “I wanted to use them with you,” he said desperately and was rewarded with a big smile.
“You are sweet,” she said, pecking him on the cheek. “I don’t mind if the other girls get to see you cum when I’m not here.”
“No,” he stuttered, “I want to use them with you!”
