Ever since I was a teenager I've had a fetish about dominant women, and in particular, nurses.
Now I'm aware that many people have fetishes and are probable blissfully ignorant as to how they acquired a sexual leaning toward women's feet, or bananas, or gas masks, whatever turns them on. In my case I have no doubts. It was from something I was told in my late teens when I was at college.
In my class there was a tall lanky guy who was very much into athletics, and in particular pole vaulting. I heard that he was quite good at it, but one day he wasn't quite good enough, in that he failed to clear the cross bar.
To be precise, when I say failed to clear it, I mean he failed to clear it with BOTH legs. One passed above the bar, the other below it, with the unfortunate result being that the bar smacked him with considerable force in his family jewels and he had to be carried off to hospital.
He returned to classes after a few days, walking almost normally, but for several weeks he had to visit the hospital occasionally, to see a specialist, and to make sure that his wedding tackle hadn't suffered any permanent damage. Now that I am older and wiser, I'm sure that his appointments were very unexciting and probably consisted of a few questions and a cursory examination by a doctor. However, my classmate, probably to gain some envy, and to somewhat annul the embarrassment of his injuries, told us a very different tale.
He claimed that the doctor was keen to ascertain that no permanent damage had been done to either his sexual abilities or his fertility. To this end, or so he told us all, he was left alone in the examination room with a pretty nurse who proceeded to give him the kind of hand relief which would have cost good money in a massage parlour. The resulting semen was collected for examination and his sexual responses noted on a chart. This continued for several visits until the doctor was satisfied that there was no permanent damage either to his virility or his sperm production.
Of course I realised at some time in my life that he was lying through his teeth. Sadly, nurses simply don't behave like this. If they did I'm sure that there would be a plethora of sportsmen keen to shed their protective equipment of the genital kind, in the hope that a minor injury may lead to some major pleasure at the local infirmary. However, when you are young and pumped full of hormones, with your thoughts constantly turning to the fair sex, and with the emphasis on sex rather than on fair, then you are ready to believe almost anything.
As a consequence of this I developed a masturbation fantasy which has stayed with me over the years, even to this day. I have modified and polished it many times during it's lifetime, according to whether I was feeling a particular attraction for brunettes or redheads, plump girls or slim ones, black ones or white ones, in fact looking back I find it amazing how one's tastes do change even in something as basic as women. The main outline of the fantasy, however, remains, whatever changes are made to the details, and it is this fantasy which I would like to share with you.
In reality, for masturbation purposes, I like to be in a warm, quiet room, lying naked on my bed, with no fear of being disturbed for a while, right hand lightly coated in baby oil and the world shut outside.
In my mind, however, I am sitting in the waiting room of a hospital. It is now several weeks since I had a painful accident to my testicles, and I am here for a check up to ascertain if there is any lasting damage or not. The details of the accident form no part of the fantasy, they are irrelevant.
An attractive nurse comes into the waiting area and calls my name.
"Mr Franks?"
"Yes, that's me."
"Would you follow me please." And she leads me to a small examination room, with a high couch and the usual paraphernalia, a stainless steel trolley with trays of equipment, a sink, a desk, a chair.
She closes the door and clicks a lock around. At the same time she flicks a switch on the wall. I know that this illuminates a red sign outside the door informing people that the room is in use for examination purposes and nobody is to attempt to enter.
She consults my file, then turning to me with a sweet smile, she asks "So how is the pain and swelling now? Completely gone?"
"Yes, no pain at all now."
"Good. Well if you just take your things off and pop up on the examination couch I'll have a look at you."
She draws the curtains around the couch and leaves me behind them to undress. Quickly I shed my clothes and lie on the couch. Why do medical people always leave you alone to undress when they are going to see you naked anyhow? This is one of the world's great medical mysteries.
After a minute or so, she pulls back the curtain and comes over to the couch. Now at this point, for medical accuracy, she should snap on a pair of surgical gloves, but to Hell with that! I like the touch of a bare hand. If you have a latex fetish then write your own fantasy, this one is mine!
At this point I will describe the nurse. She is pretty, in her late twenties or early thirties, with a full bust bulging her white uniform dress out very attractively. The hem of the white dress reaches to mid thigh and she is wearing black pantyhose, or maybe stockings, beneath it over shapely legs. At all times she is friendly but very professional, remaining cool and detached throughout.
