Nancy again reaches between the thighs and palms the free-swinging sac. Gerhardt separates his legs to permit better access.
“I may have Antoinette wash your belt today, Gerhardt. I know she’s scheduled you for tomorrow, but I think the Doctor here would be interested in the procedure.”
She turns back to me.
“Gerhardt came to enjoy my touch so much he swore a life time of service and allegiance. He agreed to become completely subservient to me in order to receive the firm stroke of my hand, no matter my whims or demands. Well, unfortunately, Gerhardt learned too late that one of my whims was that I would keep him forcibly and permanently chaste. I only bring him to ejaculation once per year, and then only if it amuses me to do so.”
She smiles and evidently manipulates the perineum, causing Gerhardt to moan with pleasure.
“Yes, I know it’s difficult, Gerhardt. But remember your pledge. ‘All my whims and demands’.”
Nancy laughs and retracts her hand. Gerhardt reluctantly returns to the kitchen.
“I suppose it could be considered a bizarre affectation, Doctor. But I think you understand that after years and years of stroking submissive males to the ultimate sensation of pleasure, the idea of having my own under complete control is exhilarating. And you’ll be impressed with Gerhardt. I wouldn’t take the time to subjugate a normal male. Gerhardt has the largest phallus I’ve seen, and you have an inkling of what I’ve seen at the clinic. And now it belongs to me. I think of it as the hunter mounting on the wall of his den a trophy from some big game hunt. Well, you’ll see that Gerhardt’s penis is indeed big game, and I have quite the trophy.”
She laughs with the thought.
“So back to the hospital...
“The wash room soon became a play room. Patients learned that if they voluntarily walked to the far end of the ward and entered this ascetic and antiseptically clean tiled room, the problem of their abundant hormones would be addressed.
“At age 26 I was the most experienced nurse, so I began a sort of clinic on bringing the young male to climax. And it was never my style to do it other than from a position of complete power and authority, so my methods always placed the patient in a completely submissive role. All had to humbly request to be masturbated and had to affirmatively consent to having other nurses present.
“The girls became very enthusiastic and long forgotten and forlorn anatomy texts began to be reread with fervor. Within weeks, my entire staff learned various techniques for stimulating the relevant organs, and thus masturbating the young males in the most humiliating manner. And you would be surprised, or perhaps as a psychologist not so surprised, how rapidly the patients fell into their role.
“Quite a sight to see, Doctor. Erect and partially erect, young males humbly walking to our special room and beseeching their nurse for the manipulation they so desperately needed. We had very good boys after our special treatment program began. And they seemed to heal more quickly, but it may have just been the seemingly quick passing of time with the enjoyment.
“Our activities continued for several years. With fewer patients being troublesome and the efficient care provided, the doctors never interfered. Except that a certain female doctor serving her residency sometimes observed our morning escapades. She marveled at how docile the patients became afterwards and was fascinated by our level of control. Her attitude was ‘if it works, do it’. And it did indeed work.”
Nancy’s narrative is interrupted when a very pretty, young, French girl enters the parlor.
“Ah. Antoinette. I think the good Doctor here would like to observe you bathing Gerhardt. Not the daily shower but the weekly sponge bath and belt cleaning. I know tomorrow is the regular day, but one day early won’t hurt. Be a good girl and get Gerhardt. Then we’ll go to the washroom. And Antoinette..., I’ll want you naked, as always. The Doctor will enjoy observing Gerhardt’s full treatment.”
Antoinette nods and quietly turns to leave. She is wearing a classic, French maid’s uniform, black and rather brief. She is diminutive, not much more than five foot, but her legs are strong and the discerning observer can detect sizable breasts under the frilly, white smock. Her blond hair is curled up and stuffed under her cap, and loose strands indicate that much hair has been quickly and unceremoniously rolled up in order to don the traditional black cap.
When she turns to walk, rounded, firm buttocks stress the seat of the uniform. I am reminded of an interview with a certain dominant lady who described similar fleshy globes as ‘sculpted for the crop’.
“She knew I was having a visitor so she dressed. I norma
lly keep her naked to arouse Gerhardt.”
Miss Nancy smiles wryly. The thought is wicked, the virile but chaste male serving at the behest of the naked, blond girl. The steel belt must indeed be inescapable, and the imagination hears Gerhardt’s whining as his entrapped organ attempts to pay tribute to the sight of the smooth, pink flesh of Antoinette’s buttocks.
“To complete my story, Doctor, my term of enlistment ended. I had developed quite the penchant for handling the phalli of obsequious males, and the army had provided a consistent supply. But the economics of military service are difficult, and to make ends meet I had begun to offer what I termed ‘home care’.
“Many of the males we had so easily subjugated returned to the hospital, trying to enter the ward for treatment. Usually complaining of some contrived pain or discomfort and suggesting a thorough examination. It didn’t require much gray matter to conclude what they needed, and our special room was soon occupied day and night. It was those out patients that became the nucleus of my service after I decided to retire from the military.”
Antoinette reenters the parlor. She is completely naked as demanded by Miss Nancy, and she is more voluptuous than imagined. Her short stature allows the firm, ample breasts and the well rounded buttocks to punctuate her frame in a most desirable and effeminate manner and the blond hair, no longer awkwardly stuffed under the traditional maid’s cap, caresses her shoulders and drapes down her back.
Her left mammary bounces with each dainty step. Her right is firmed by the position of her arm, which is reaching behind her with her index finger firmly hooked to Gerhardt’s nose ring.
Gerhardt obediently follows the naked nymph, he is bent over at the waist with his head forced downward by Antoinette’s controlling digit. He remains belted and grunts of discomfort emanate from the under mask. His hands are submissively placed on top of his hooded head in a well-practiced symbol of concession to Antoinette’s control.
A distinctly feminine aroma fills the room, as Antoinette marches through the parlor and stops at the far end with Gerhardt’s nose ring firmly held. One’s eyes cannot move from the globes of smooth skin, which roll with each step then form sordid objects of carnal delight, as she pauses and saucily contracts her gluteus maximus muscles. Faint, parallel lines left by an instrument of correction cross each buttock at precisely measured intervals. It is obviously the work product of the meticulous lady of the house, and it seems Antoinette has been trained to display her handiwork without request or command.
Miss Nancy smiles as the parade of flesh pauses and waits for permission to enter an adjoining room.
“Gerhardt still finds it difficult to control his penis in Antoinette’s presence. It’s inserted into a precisely measured tube, which the steel belt holds in place and which firmly holds the flaccid penis downward. It allows for urination in the squatting position, but any attempted tumescence causes quite a bit of discomfort, as you can imagine, and unfortunately Antoinette’s naked, nubile form seems to arouse. And as you probably noticed, I keep Antoinette natural in terms of feminine hygiene. Her aroma also tests Gerhardt’s self control. It seems to arouse him.”