by Iona Nixon
Out of the corner of my eye I saw you wad the shirt up and toss it back into the room. I smirked, but said nothing. My mind was too focused on releasing your belt and freeing the swollen appendage that was pushing against the cotton of your slacks.
When you were free, your pants were pulled down along with your boxers. I sat back on my legs and stared at the thick tool that had captured my imagination for so long. You were here – a reality now, one that I would seek to enjoy several times.
You stepped out of your shoes, pushed them away and helped me to remove your pants. Naked you stood before me. There was no shyness in your nudity, nor did you care that my clothes still covered prying eyes – your prying eyes.
You expected nothing, and for that I found myself drawn closer to you.
There was no worry or fretting as I lifted my hands and began to embrace your cock and balls with my soft and gentle palms. Your testicles were massaged, teased and treated to a slow rolling and tumbling sensation. My other hand held your cock and strokes were delivered with a hold that felt as if it were made for your shaft and yours alone.
The first kiss captured a bead of pre cum that had escaped. I licked, savored the fluid. The second kiss was placed at the base of the head, followed by a long lick, then another kiss. The third was a long press of lips gliding knowingly down the full length of your cock, where my tongue snaked out to ease across the base.
Your fingers moved into my hair and pulled me against your crotch. You were not demanding, though I knew you wished to be. I grinned against your musky scent and traveled the full length back up to the tip of your member and began to lick at it with long swipes.
A groan and a muttered curse told me I was doing something right, as did the gentle tug on my hair. I opened my mouth and took in your cock head. I rolled it back and forth with my tongue, all the while stroking your dick and not once ignoring the soft marbles encased in velvet.
At the knowing sounds of desire that spilled from your lips, I began to move you more deeply into the recesses of my mouth. I coaxed your cock back further, accepting your length and girth without difficulty. When your fullness threatened to steal my breath, I angled my head, opened my jaw more and consumed you.
The loud grunt; the thrust of your hips; and the vulgar word that left your lips made my pussy tighten. I swallowed and breathed through my nose, accepting what you offered as you began to glide my mouth up and down your cock.
Your movements were slow and steady until you felt my nails digging into your hips. I glanced up, giving you the opportunity needed to read my desire. The moment you comprehended my wants, you began to fuck my mouth and do so without any fear of retaliation on my part.
We both knew this is what I craved, what I desired, why I drew breath – I simply lived for the feel of your cock driving down my throat. The blood of your arousal flowed thick over my tongue; the feeling, one I savored, is quickly lost as you pushed me down fully and my lips rested hungrily against the base of your shaft.
I felt the erupting fluids and greedily worked to swallow every drop. The soft gag was the only warning you had that I was struggling. You eased up on your hold, allowing me to take a breath and begin welcoming more of your seed. As ropes of fluid jettisoned out, I was there to drink it up. The thick salty liquid was a balm to my parched throat.
The grip of your fingers and the relaxing of your crotch against my face were one of a few signs I had that you were ready for the next stage of our night. I pulled away from your cock, and rose up to face you. Seconds before your lips met mine I tasted you on my tongue, and then shared that taste with you.
You grinned against my lips, pulled away and my fingers reached out for yours; we walked across the threshold of the balcony and backed into the room. The bed waited for us. The chair sat idly by beckoning us to use it. A desk was an opening for another fantastical journey as was the table. There were walls a plenty that would support our passion and a shower where we could cleanse one another, play together, and be cleansed again.
I turned in your arms, lifted my lips to yours and whispered, "Where do we begin?"
The End.
Pain Management
Monday morning staff meetings were seldom entertaining but I had a bone to pick, so I was pretty energetic that day.
"Look, we can't have some nurse doing this on the side. With all the money we poured into starting up the pain management center, with the new building, the advertising, everything, we're going to let a nurse do her own little amateur hypnosis thing?" I said.
Dr. Collins was offended, I could tell. Not that I cared, I didn't think too much of his unit. The series of general practitioner office groups he ran that were scattered throughout the county, he wouldn't have even been a political player at the hospital, but he was also a long time friend and golf-buddy of the chief, so I had to take some care.
Being one of the few female senior medical staff members had its disadvantages sometimes. For one, I'd be damned if I was ever going to pretend to like golf just to ingratiate myself with the old boys club.
"Dr. Sullivan, Nurse Kemp has done some amazing things. We've had patients with back pain that was fixed by multiple surgeries stop using prescription pain-killers after working with her," he said to me.
"Right, I'm sure. Actual medicine versus some twenty-something nurse telling you you're getting very sleepy now. I saw her with a girl so young that she could have been a teenager on Friday, and the girl's chart said she was suffering from fibromyalgia. At least that's fake pain, so some fake medicine is probably the right answer," I rolled my eyes, and I could see that most of the doctors in the room were behind me on that one.
It was the general consensus that certain problems were not really medical in nature. fibromyalgia sufferers, or anyone who claimed to be allergic to more than one thing were pretty much automatically classified as psych cases by most of us.
"Come now, Nancy, don't you list hypnosis as one of your precious pain management clinic's available options?"
"Sure, but we don't recommend it, and we bring in an outside therapist who is a certified expert when we someone ask for it."
I would have pushed the argument farther, but the chief gave me a look and changed the subject, so I dropped it for the time being and just enjoyed the nasty looks Collins tossed at me through the rest of the meeting.
**********
I stopped in to the cafeteria on the first floor to grab some lunch to take back to my office. I passed by a table with two young women and I got a few paces past the table before I realized that it was the famous nurse Leanna Kemp, with a familiar looking younger woman.
When I turned around, I recognized the girl, who was maybe twenty. The woman seemed engrossed with whatever the nurse had to say, leaning just a bit too close to her. Kemp looked all of a half-dozen years older, and both of them pretty, young women. Prettier and younger than myself, to be honest, which didn't help my reaction.
"Nurse Kemp?"
She smiled and got up to take my offered hand.
"Doctor Sullivan," I told her. "I run the pain management clinic? I understand you also run a pain-management practice of some type."
She looked a bit flustered by my approach, it was obvious she was already hip to the fact that we weren't likely to become friends any time soon.
"I, well, I do some hypnosis . . ."
"Isn't it true that multiple studies have found hypnosis no more effective than placebo when used for pain management though?"
"I-I don't know. I've helped some people," she began to explain.
"What sort of training have you had?"
"Training?"
"I mean, what are your medical credentials to be performing this non-effective therapy in a clinical setting?"
She was noticeably embarrassed, her cheeks looked pinker than they had when I'd walked up. I let the question hang in the air for only a moment before continuing.
"You know, take me for example. I went to one of the finest med
ical schools in the country, I've worked in some of the finest hospitals in the country, and of course I'm also board-certified in several specialties. I'm sure before you started waving pocket-watches in front of patients you had some training, right?"
Both she and her companion were upset; this pleased me enough that I smiled at her before I strode away, without looking back.
**********
Working late in my office, after the clinic had closed, I was surprised to see young nurse Kemp in my doorway. She wasn't in scrubs, and she looked even prettier in street clothes.
"Can I help you?"
"Doctor Sullivan, I'm here to ask you to stop talking about me. I understand you've been telling people that I'm some sort of danger to the hospital."
"Don't you think you are? Are you bright enough to understand the sort of liability this place is exposed to by your little amateur hour voodoo medicine practice?"
"It's not voodoo medicine. I've helped a lot of people."
She kept her eyes on mine, she looked much more composed than she had in the cafeteria. I was preparing to shred her some more for the fun of it, when she made the most ridiculous suggestion.
"I came here to make a wager with you. Let me show you that what I do isn't bullshit. Give me a chance to hypnotize you, and if I can't, I'll stop doing hypnosis here."
It was so absurd that I wasn't sure where to start. She had to be crazy if she thought I'd let her try to hypnotize me. Crazier still if she thought she could succeed.
"Are you kidding me? I have an IQ over one-forty, and I not only meditate but I do tai-chi and yoga as well; I probably have the strongest mind in the whole hospital. You could try for ten hours and you couldn't hypnotize me, it's a waste of time."
"All the same, I'm willing to give it a shot, and I'll stand by my side of the wager. If you'll sit for ten minutes, relaxing in a chair while looking into my eyes, and I can't prove the power of hypnosis to you, I'll give it up at the hospital entirely. That is, unless you think your strong mind can be dominated by a lowly nurse, then I'd understand if you were too chicken to give it a shot."
Smirking, I stood up. As if she could dominate me at anything. Ten minutes of babble was a small price to pay to put her in her place.
"Where would you like me to sit?"
A minute later we were sitting facing each other in the two chairs for visitors in front of my desk.
"It's six-oh-five now, you have until six-fifteen. What would you like me to do?"
"Nothing really. Just relax and listen to my voice. Please look into my eyes, just focus on them while we talk. I want you to keep your focus on my eyes and just relax to the sound of my voice," she said.
I had to stifle a laugh. The whole idea of sitting through this for ten minutes was ridiculous, but it would be the easiest way to get rid of her all around.
At least the nurse did have a gentle, soothing voice. Soon the girl would be telling me to feel my eyes getting heavy, I hoped I could keep myself from laughing when she did.
"I want you to think about meditation, or yoga. There is a point when you're meditating that you become so calm, your mind so still, that you experience the total freedom of letting go. Think about that point, that enlightened feeling of peaceful stillness when you actually transcend your body, losing all awareness of it."
Give her credit, she did actually seem to know something about meditation. Her voice was like the gentle murmur of a slow moving creek, it really was quite soothing.
"As you look into my eyes I want you to remember how that felt, how your mind was so focused on one thing that you were able to lose focus of everything and just let go. Feel that feeling now as you concentrate on my blue eyes."
With a voice as pleasant as hers, she should consider getting into radio or something. Could ten minutes feel like ten hours? Time seemed to slow down as I listened to the calm, steady flow of her words. Well, at least I did feel more relaxed than I had before she'd arrived.
"I've been told my eyes are like the color of the water around a warm, far away island. Just relax and remember that feeling of perfect calm as you look into the calm blue pools of my eyes. Focus on my pretty blue eyes and let yourself sink into them as you remember that feeling of focusing until the world melts away."
She continued to prattle on about letting go of my body, then of my thoughts, and at some point I just stopped hearing what she was saying.
**********
I blinked and found myself looking at the nurse again. She was smiling and her perky happiness put me immediately on edge. I glanced up at the clock to see if the ten minutes was up, so that I could end the whole silly waste of time.
It was seven-ten. Light was fading at the window, and the office was silent. I opened my mouth to speak, but as the reality of the situation set in I was too confused to know where to start.
My face grew hot with embarrassment as I thought about the missing hour. Then I noticed that my wrists were tied to the arms of the chair with thick rope. More rope wrapped around my ankles, tying them to the legs of the chair.
"What . . . why am I tied up?" I said.
Leanna smiled a little wider. "Oh dear. I think you've been hypnotized--by a nurse."
"Untie these ropes."
"Not just yet. I'm not sure yet that you respect the power of hypnosis. I don't want to leave this office until I'm sure you'll understand just how powerful the link between mind and body can be. Besides, you were a total bitch to me earlier, and I think you deserve just a little bit of your own medicine. I think it would help your attitude if you were made to feel humiliated and helpless by a co-worker."
Miss poor little nurse had her feelings hurt by being talked down to? Not my problem. Whatever this woman thought she was doing, she was going to accomplish nothing but getting herself fired.
"If you don't let me go, how do I put this bluntly. I will destroy you."
"I don't think so, this is too much fun. I have to admit, it turns me on a little to see big bad doctor Nancy Sullivan put in her place. Hypnotizing other women always gets me hot, but this is even more delicious because you've been so obnoxious. If you're so much better than me, why are you the one tied to her chair?"
Then the curvy younger woman reached up under her skirt, and wiggled herself out of her panties, and for the first time I felt something I wasn't accustomed to: fear.
"I don't know what you think you're playing at. Do you have any idea of what kind of trouble you're in?" I said as the nurse produced her white cotton panties from under her skirt and stepped closer to me.
"I'm willing to wager," Leanna said, stepping behind me with the panties in hand, "that you won't tell anyone about this for two reasons. First, you'd have to admit you were wrong about hypnosis, how else could you explain getting into this position?"
Trying to look back over my shoulder, I began to struggle as the woman stretched the panties out between her hands and then down over my face. I twisted and tilted, but the ropes kept me trapped and she soon had the panties positioned so the patch of cloth was stretched over my nose and mouth.
"And second, I can't believe you'd admit to anyone that a lowly nurse made you sniff her panties."
I took my first breath through the panties covering her nose and nearly gagged at the strong scent. It wasn't that it smelled bad, it was that it smelled so recognizably female. There was no denying that the underwear that had just been on this woman's body were right there in my face.
My face warmed as the humiliating helplessness of my degrading position sunk in. I was trapped there, unable to do anything but sniff her dirty panties until she returned because she was right--I couldn't possibly let anyone else see what she'd done to me.
"You are going to be fired regardless of what you do, but if you'd like to avoid facing criminal charges as well, I'll give you one minute to untie me," I said.
Leanna laughed and waved a finger disapprovingly at her. "Be nice now, or I might not come back and untie you before someone finds y
ou like this. Just think, you're not just getting to experience hypnosis today, but also a bit of aromatherapy as well," she said, with a superior giggle.
"You little bitch, untie me this instant!"
The nurse made a tsk-tsk sound before turning and closing the door behind her as she left the office. I was apoplectic, my rage-fueled struggles were useless against the solid strength of the ropes holding me, though.
Every breath I took filled me with the distracting reminder of my shameful weakness. Somehow that little bitch had gotten the better of me, and now there was nothing I could do but sit there and stew, my nose filled with the scent of her worn underwear.
I thought about yelling, but the idea of having anyone find me there like that was more horrifying than the alternative: sitting there and waiting for her to return.
The minutes stretched on and on, and to my distress I felt a stirring in my center. The blood was pumping down south--I was getting turned on. I don't know if it was the helplessness, or the humiliation of the situation, or what. I knew it couldn't be the nasty smell of another woman's body that had my pussy getting wetter by the minute, though.
I was ashamed by the sensation regardless of the reason though. I tried to ignore it, and after a while sitting there alone in my dark office, I drifted off to sleep.
At some point that night, I awoke to find myself even more turned on than ever. It was frustrating to be so horny, but to have no way to touch myself. I mean, when I woke up, I was at the edge of climax already. Realizing that I was tied up with nurse Kemp's panties on my head somehow just made it hotter.
Disgusted and ashamed even as I did it, I clenched my thighs together and wiggled in the chair, chasing the heat. Somehow I managed enough pressure to work myself over that edge, into a mind-melting orgasm of ridiculous strength.
After the pleasure faded, the humiliation was all that was left, and thankfully I soon fell asleep again.
**********
I awoke to the sound of someone outside my office door. I was still sitting in my chair, and the door was opening. It was Jenny, my assistant.