Speak Softly While My Master Sleeps Ch. 02
Our Master’s influence continued to grow. Silvana asked to be assigned exclusively to his care and her request was granted without question. I requisitioned one of the larger hospital beds reserved for obese persons so that we could both worship Him in comfort. Together, Silvana and I saw to His every need and struggled to find a cure for his comatose state. It was just so sad that he be given his every desire while at the same time his ability to fully enjoy his power was taken away! Sometimes I cry about it. So does Silvana.
Silvana was best qualified to seek medical solutions, of course. She made phone calls and sent e-mails to every expert she could think of. Some she convinced to come see our Master and they immediately saw how essential it was that He be cured, but despite their most fanatical efforts, Our Darling remained in his unconscious state. The experts would leave, weeping at their failure, and Silvana would head back to the library.
Research was not my strong suit but I so wanted to relieve my Master’s frustration! After much contemplation, I came to a decision: Until my master could get up and take what he desired, what he desired would come to him! I explained my plan to My Beloved as I massaged him, seeking His approval and assistance.
“Master,” I said reverently, “I so want you to have all that you desire! Silvana is trying so hard to find a way to awaken you and I know that she will, but in the meantime, please, let me know what you want and I will bring it to you!”
In answer, His divine cock sprang to life. I always seem to better know My Master’s will when He is in me. I kissed His divine messenger and mounted it. This was easily done since massaging My Master had left me wet and I had replaced my regular nurse’s uniform with a short-cut one from a lingerie shop, complete with crotchless panties.
“Show me your desires, Master,” I begged as I rocked my hips and felt his hot shaft inside me. “Show me, Master, how to serve You!”
As I became more and more aroused, a vision opened up before me. I saw through my Master’s eyes a young woman. She was in a class room. I saw her from behind at first, her hair long, dark, and glossy. She turned and I saw her round, Asian face with Korean features. I saw glimpses of her ample breasts, her shapely legs, her lovely bottom, all seen clothed and from a distance. I felt my Master’s lust for her.
As I approached climax, I heard her name: “Sela. Sela Chang.” I can only assume that the voice was My Master’s. I’ve never heard him speak.
“I will bring her to You, Master!” I swore. “I will bring her to You!”
And as I said so, I came as I had never come before. My Master was pleased with me.
*****
Finding the girl my Master desired was simple enough. I acquired His class schedule from His mother, telling her I wanted to investigate any possibilities of things He may have come in contact with prior to His accident. She gave it to me gladly and even gave me a hug.
"You're so good to my Drew," she said.
I blushed, wondering what she would think of me if only she knew.
"It's...my pleasure Mrs. Rosenthal. Really." I said.
I knew from my vision that the young lady was in Drew's sociology class. Navigating the underground color-coded maze, I made my way to the oldest part of the hospital, which opens out onto west campus. I found the classroom and waited outside for Sela Chang to come out.
She was easy to spot. Her hair was absolutely breathtaking, cut in a very simple style and plunging down past her bottom in a glossy black sheet. I don't think I could have found a split end with a microscope and a year to search.
"Excuse me, are you Sela Chang?" I asked.
The girl looked at me askance.
"Yes..." she said hesitantly.
"I'm sorry, I know this must seem strange, but do you know Drew Rosenthal?"
"The guy who's unconscious? Yeah, well, kind of. I mean, we were in classes together and I sometimes saw him around. I didn't know him very well. It's so sad what happened to him."
"Yes it is," I commiserated. "I'm His nurse, Nurse Amy."
"Oh, um, is he doing any better?"
"Well, yes, actually, He is," I lied. Or maybe it was more of a wish. "He hasn't regained consciousness but He is showing signs of recovery. That's actually why I came to find you."
"Me? But...why me?" she asked, perplexed.
"Well, the thing is, He's been asking for you. At least, He's been calling out 'Sela'. I couldn't find anybody else named Sela in the school directory so I figured it must be you."
"Really?" she exclaimed, perplexed and a little embarrassed. I decided to push through while she was disoriented.
"Anyway, I was hoping that you might come and visit Him in the hospital. Sometimes it just takes a specific stimulus to bring a comatose patient back. Since He's calling out to you, maybe if you answer it will help bring Him back."
"Gosh, I...I really can't imagine why he would be asking for me, but, well...okay. If you think it will help."
I had to restrain myself from hugging her.
"Oh thank you, Sela! That is so good of you. Could you come now? It will only take a moment."
She glanced at her watch.
"Well...all right," she agreed.
I led Sela to my waiting Master, thanking her again and again for coming. She assured me she was glad to do so.
When we arrived, Mrs. Rosenthal was there. I was afraid my plan would fail, but she immediately smiled and got up from my Master’s bedside.
“Well hello,” she said, “I’m Drew’s mother. You must be that nice Sela girl my son keeps talking about.”
“Um, he talks about me?” Sela asked, clearly uncomfortable.
“Oh don’t worry, dear,” Master’s mother said. “He hasn’t said much. Just mentioned that there was a really pretty girl in his sociology class that he hoped to get to know better. Now that the poor boy is in such a state, though, your name is one of the few words he has said. It’s so sweet of you to come and visit him.”
“Well, it’s the least I can do,” said Sela. “How are you doing, Ma’am?”
“Oh, as well as can be expected,” said Master’s mother. “I’m comforted by knowing that such caring people are so devoted to my son. Speaking of which, I’ll leave you and Nurse Amy to attend to him.”
So saying, she got up and left, squeezing my arm as she did so and smiling at me gratefully.
“Uh, you don’t need to go,” Sela told her.
I watched the confusion on the young girl’s face as His mother retreated. She surely suspected something unorthodox was afoot, but I smiled to reassure her. Everything would be fine. The growing bulge beneath His sheet said so. I put my arm around her and directed her to Drew.
“It’s better this way,” I told her as she stared at my Master with growing awe.
“Drew?” she said hesitantly. “Drew can you hear me? Can you…”
My sleeping Master did not reply, of course, except for the sudden leap of His member. She saw it now and turned away, blushing. She fixed her eyes on His face. I could see it took an effort not to look at His beautiful member hiding there in its tent.
She stared silently at him. I stroked her long glossy hair and sighed my contentment. I had done well.
“I’m, like, really sorry about your accident,” Sela continued. “I...I hope you’ll wake up soon and maybe we can get to know each other better. I wish there was something I could do...I just wish there was something...something...”
