The Constancia Compendium

Chapter Twenty Six

Nurse Katani

Every evening, despite the position in which Mr. Dalton is restrained, Nurse Jasmine attaches and inserts the electrical probes. Sometimes he receives a ‘phone call’, as we whimsically refer to it, sometimes not. But Dr. Corrothers insists that the subordinate male be available for electro stimulation by his Superior at all times from 9:00 p.m. to 5:00 a.m.

“The psychology of the procedure is as important as the enduring the physical pain. The male must understand that he is vulnerable and open to the Dominant female at all times. No mental respites. Not even while asleep.”

And he certainly is vulnerable...lying immobile and blindfolded, never knowing when he will feel the debilitating electrical charge inaugurated from hundreds of miles away.

Last night, Nurse Jasmine had Mr. Dalton lying supine on the floor. His arms were comfortably drawn and secured over his head. But she restrained his ankles well apart and up and over his shoulders, forcing him to bend at the waist. This left his scrotum and testicles rings very accessible and mercifully took tension off his neck when we clamped and stretched his tongue. The drip bag was very easy to align. But having him urinate for me in such a position was both challenging and amusing.

Mr. Dalton is bound differently every evening, the randomness keeping him off his guard and, to his psyche, demonstrating our complete control. He never knows how he will be secured...supine or prostrate...arms separated or together...over his head or behind him...knees bent or not, etc...and we never tell him until it’s done. And of course any suggestions or reluctance is ignored.

Tonight he is back on the little stool, lying prostrate with his neck craned and arms tied behind his back, this time cruelly high. I will be sure to massage him often.

Meanwhile Luana reports that after four weeks of complete chastity, Mr. Dalton is constantly secreting prostatic fluid. That happens to the male beast, a condition with which we are very familiar on Constancia Island. By Lady C’s mandate, no male receives ejaculatory relief on our scenic isle of Female Dominant bliss. And since the small strip of land is a sovereign country, Lady C’s mandates have the effect of law. It is not only physically impossible for the males here to masturbate; it is forbidden and essentially illegal.

But, the male anatomy has its needs.

So, I am afforded the privilege of engaging in a procedure that is not taught at my alma mater, Johns Hopkins University School of Nursing. I will ‘milk’ Mr. Dalton of his fluid. It is painful, intolerable, can be physically challenging for me, but wonderfully debilitating to the male pride.

So at 5:00 a.m., I remove the electrical probes and clamps. I insert my little balls into his rectum to induce a bowel movement and massage Mr. Dalton’s lower abdomen.

Yes, he’s embarrassed. I suppose one never quite becomes accustomed to lying nude while a woman supervises such an intimate function...but that’s our role here. Subjugation…complete and utter mental capitulation of the male...and we’re good at it.

He eventually relaxes and lets my little balls perform their function. I discard the excretions and begin the fun. A nice long and deep enema ensures that he is emptied, the floor drain will facilitate the expulsion of whatever remains.

I like to let the liquid linger within. I am always amazed by how much a male can squirm despite the rigorous bondage and Mr. Dalton proves to be no different. And while he awaits my decision to remove the inflatable plug from his rectum, I very much enjoy the mental torment.

Yes, even at my young age of 23 and relative inexperience in nursing, I was brought up on Constancia Island and have been trained as every Bagandan woman has...to have complete indifference to the male.

“I know

it’s uncomfortable Mr. Dalton, but soon you’ll be feeling much better.”

The words musically flow in the high pitched bedside voice I used for tending to children while in nursing school. I won’t bother offering a lollipop when finished, however.

So after much more time than necessary, I release the plug and the contents gush to the floor drain.

I draw up a small stool, the girls in Lady C’s stable humorously refer to it as a milking stool, and sit between Mr. Dalton’s well spread knees. Nurse Jasmine bent back his calves, tying his ankle bands to his neck collar so his feet are secured just over his buttocks. Hollow tubes once again have been positioned behind his bent knees and with very taut cords serve to keep the thighs nicely spread. The testicle rings are secured of course. Mr. Dalton’s scrotum must meet the required length of his Superior.

So the target for my gloved right hand is well displayed.

Lubrication is next. I have a special lotion with an ingredient that will help relax the sphincter. The gloved hand works and Mr. Dalton actually begins to blush. I feel like pointing out that I am aware of his proclivity and the circumstances that initiated his sojourn at Constancia Island.

‘Weren’t you caught having your little prostate massaged by a Dominatrix?’ I want to ask.

Yes, all the staff have access to the files. It’s part of our job. But I remain professional leaving that part of the process to Dr. Corrothers.

One reason I am afforded the delightful responsibility of milking the male is because of my size. At just over five foot, my hands are tiny. But I think Mr. Dalton will find them to be sizable by morning’s end.

“Just relax and let Nurse Katani help you,” I coo in my irritatingly unctuous child’s voice...my gloved hand working the whole time.

Anal penetration has a certain protocol. First it’s important to take one’s time...never rush. Second, always move expansively…that is to open wider and wider. Never retreat allowing contraction. Third, be unceasing, despite the cries, whimpers and beseeching utterances.

Therefore, as two fingers gently but firmly knead and massage Mr. Dalton’s once tight rectum, stretched somewhat by Luana’s saddle insertion, I make sure I have handy all that I need. Nearby is a specimen dish, plenty of special lotion, and what we term a penis control stick...really just a three foot wooden dowel.., about a three quarters of an inch in diameter.

Assuring myself that all is within reach, I strive to insert a third finger and of course the ringed muscle yields. So anally responsive! Tsk. Tsk.