“You know, Doctor, we didn’t have the pre-selection process afforded the clinic. The patients had organs of all sizes and shapes, circumcised and uncircumcised. But sometimes putting the more diminutive erections on display was more amusing than the larger ones. And within a few weeks of the new procedure, the nurses became quite comfortable exposing the young males, commenting on their embarrassing state and taunting them about their frustrating state of arousal. On one occasion, a patient made a particularly objectionable comment. In response, his nurse folded the bottom of the bed sheets upwards leaving the young soldier completely exposed from the waist downward. He lay half the morning trying to calm himself, hands and arms heavily bandaged. With his immobility he could only lie, penis pointing straight up, while the entire staff walked by with smiles and curious looks.
“Well, the exhibition proved popular. And the other nurses began to use the shorted sheets with a pair of comfortable ankle straps to ensure control and maximize exposure. The ward is supplied with abundant equipment and paraphernalia enabling the nurses to restrain burn victims in any number of ways. So from that point onward, naughty patients were kept naked from the waist down with no covering.
“It was fun for the staff and the aggressive, young soldiers certainly fell into line quickly. So in order to keep the nurses entertained the bar was raised, so to speak. The young males soon found themselves not only exposed but their genitals shaved as well for the slightest of infractions, such as not finishing a meal, failure to take medication, hesitation in relieving their bladders.
“But as amusing as it all became, there was still the problem of balancing the hormones. Some of the more virile patients would actually begin to shake when a pretty, young nurse turned up the sheets and strapped the ankles, knowing that the humiliation would cause his erection to grow even further and that he would not be released and covered until he could bring it back under control. And that we made very difficult, of course. The ward was a large, open room with partitions to the sides of each bed, but the end was open to passing nurses and staff. We soon learned the proper words and actions to ensure the maximum level of embarrassment. Simple comments, really. But when the male is naked from the waist down, erect and restrained, the reaction to comments concerning the size and shape of his shaved genitals is very interesting. This attention resulted in more tumescence. Thus some of the younger patients spent entire mornings showing off for their nurse.
“But even though we had learned to control the patient, it became evident that some form of relief had to be afforded. Patients receiving skin grafts may be heavily bandaged for months, and the eventual hope and expectation of relief was needed to maintain order in the ward.
“So one of my more deviant nurses suggested we modify the bathing area to provide better cleansing of certain parts of the male anatomy. Burn wards have specially equipped rooms for washing the victims. Because some are immobile, there are all types of suspension harnesses, overhead lifts, large tubs and basins, a cornucopia of devices, all of which can be converted to more lascivious purposes.
“And we put all of it to use.”
Nancy pauses and smiles with the recollection. Gerhardt enters with a tray. Coffee is served by this most interestingly belted and hooded male. His posture and demeanor are totally submissive in the presence of Nancy and, like a pet dog, he occasionally glances at her for approval.
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.”
Miss Nancy smiles then begins to laugh wickedly. Her comment is an interesting observation, which psychologists and sexologists have researched for years. The fragrance that most embarrasses the female is that which most arouses the male. And it appears Miss Nancy is well aware of this basic fact of nature, as Antoinette blushes with the comment and realization that her diminished level of hygiene has announced her presence to the olfactory nerves of all.
“Secure him tightly, Antoinette. Let me know when you’re ready.”
Antoinette obediently nods and pulls the nose ring with Gerhardt following into the adjacent room.
“So, to continue..., I established a ‘therapy clinic’ near the base. Physical therapy was the ostensible function. The masturbation of young males was the real purpose, and it became quite enjoyable and rather lucrative. The most interesting challenge was to develop new and thoroughly humiliating ways to make a groveling male squirt his essence at my behest. And you’d be surprised at not only the number of ‘patients,’ but at how often they returned. I charged accordingly. But over time, one becomes jaded. So after a few years, I sold my practice to two of my most devious and wicked protégés. The price was good, I had saved and invested well, and when Dr. L------ called to tell me she was drafted to run the clinic, I knew where I could comfortably live in semi-retirement.
“So, here I am. One day per week I am at the clinic teaching and demonstrating proper, dominant, masturbation techniques and once per week open my door here to the local villagers. I assume you have conversed with some of the men in the village. There is much work that needs to be done here.”
Miss Nancy smiles and awaits my reaction.
The incidents of shopkeeper delivering the incorrect change and the reaction of the concierge to Miss Nancy’s address flash to memory. It seem my perceptions of unusual behavior are not unfounded.
My thoughts are interrupted my Antoinette’s return.
“He is completely immobile, Mademoiselle.”
Miss Nancy nods, and as Antoinette turns to leave, her right buttock receives an affectionate pat followed by a gentle pinch.
“As you can imagine, Doctor, I have come to prefer the feel of feminine flesh. For me, the male is nothing more than a beast in need of discipline and closely supervised orgasmic relief.”
I record her comments, and she patiently waits until I look up from my note pad. She seems to seek a sign or symbol of agreement, so I nod quietly. It is not my function to judge, but only to observe.
“Shall we join Antoinette. She’s going to remove Gerhardt’s belt and clean it in the dishwasher. While he’s freed, she will sponge him and remove any hair growth. I also permit some amusements.”
I follow Miss Nancy into the adjoining room. It is remarkably similar to the room in which Boy was washed and massaged by Jasmine in the New York hotel. Tiled, drained and scrubbed clean, the room resembles a large shower room.
Gerhardt lies supine on a low metal table. Its height is such that even the diminutive Antoinette must bend to reach down to him. Through each of his numerous rings, Antoinette has threaded a cord, which she wraps around a metal bar attached to the perimeter of the table, then threads through another ring then back to the bar.
The result is a continuous cord, which weaves through the dozens of rings and effectively makes Gerhardt part of the table. As noted, Gerhardt is pierced everywhere and his arms, torso, legs and ankles are tightly secured by Antoinette’s handiwork. A separate cord holds the back of Gerhardt’s hood, and Antoinette has fiendishly utilized two short chains to secure Gerhardt’s nose ring, thus making it impossible for him to turn his head.
Antoinette carefully checks the restraints. It is apparent that Gerhardt is completely helpless. Miss Nancy nods her approval and bends over Gerhardt at the waist. Her strong fingers again reach under the penis tube and slowly draw Gerhardt’s pink scrotal sac into better view. It is large and hairless, but nowhere near the size of those displayed at the clinic.
“I’ve let Gerhardt shrink. He was stretched at one time, but to keep him that way means removing the belt for long periods. Complete denial is more entertaining.”
Her left hand holds the sac up and the index and middle finger of her right move to the perineum. There, a well-practiced motion begins and Gerhardt moans with the combination of pleasure and frustration.
Antoinette removes a hose hanging on a nearby wall, turns a spigot, and patiently adjusts the ensuing flow of water until the temperature is to her liking.
Satisfied that Gerhardt’s state of arousal has risen to the maximum level of urgency, Miss Nancy steps away as Antoinette douses the motionless form then applies a soft, soapy cloth.
Over the next few minutes we observe the naked, nubile Antoinette give Gerhardt the most sensual of sponge baths, her ample breasts swinging just inches from his body and occa
sionally brushing against his chest. Despite the fragrance of the soap, Antoinette’s feminine aroma fills the room. The display of her naked form and the opportunity to control the helpless Gerhardt seems to excite her.
When Antoinette’s hands swath the warm, soft cloth between the thighs and slowly soaps Gerhardt’s plums, he stirs noticeably, and I notice his nipples become incredibly erect. Miss Nancy also notices.
“Keeping a male completely chaste causes interesting hormonal reactions. Gerhardt’s nipples have the sensitivity of a girl approaching puberty. They provide wonderful objects for the encouragement of behavior modification.”
Miss Nancy demonstrates by reaching down and gently kneading Gerhardt’s right nipple. He stirs again.
Antoinette finishes the sensual sponge bath and dries the limbs and torso. She looks to Miss Nancy who wordlessly reaches into a small pocket at the hip of her skirt, extracts a small key and hands it to Antoinette.
She in turn inserts it into a small, stainless steel lock on the front of Gerhardt’s belt. With a sharp click, the steel belt opens. Antoinette pulls it further open then reaches between the thighs. There a quick tug is followed by a ‘plopping’ sound. The rear portion of the belt has firmly held in place a good-sized butt plug, which brings a knowing smile to Miss Nancy.
“Prostate stimulation adds to the enjoyment for all, don’t you think, Doctor?”
Antoinette slides the shiny smooth belt away, freeing Gerhardt’s mammoth phallus. She disappears from the room belt in hand presumably to have the apparatus cleansed. Meanwhile, the organ twitches and slowly engorges itself.
“No hands or fingers touch the penis. Not mine. Not Antoinette’s, and especially not Gerhardt’s. Over long periods of chastity and complete denial, the psychological effect is interesting. Gerhardt no longer thinks of it as his to control. It’s something attached to him but belongs to me. And it nicely pays homage to its owner, as you can see.”
Yes it does. Within a minute, the largest penis I’ve seen tumefies and points straight up. It’s length approaches twelve inches and the girth is incredible. Gerhardt is circumcised, which Miss Nancy is proud to point out.
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