Gentle 7
The next day, the young nurse came out of the bathroom with the panties in her
hand. "Nice and dry now. Carol is so sweet to you, isn't she? Did you like
putting on your little show for us?"
"I guess so," Roger mumbled, sipping the soft drink, his cock rock hard at the
sight of the young nurse.
"She's so good to you."
"I guess so," he woodenly repeated.
"You guess?" She stood with hands on her hips. "I'll have to tell her that."
"No, please don't," Roger said quickly, worried that Carol would get angry with
him.
"Pretty please?" she teased.
"Pretty please," Roger mumbled and the nurse perched on the side of the bed,
looking down at him.
"Carol told us you have a nylon fetish, that you love stockings."
"What?" he said, embarrassed. Does she tell the nurses everything?
"You get aroused by stockings, is that true?"
"I suppose so," he muttered, face burning.
She laughed. "Men are strange, getting turned on by clothes. Does the idea of
stockings make you hard instantly?"
"Not instantly," he protested weakly.
She looked around at the bulge under the sheet. "You seem hard all the time."
She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "We call you Roger the Boner." She
giggled and her perfume tantalized Roger. "Is it stockings only," she said,
pulling the hem of her uniform up a little so Roger could look at her thighs in
white nylon, "or does pantyhose do it to you as well?"
Hypnotized by the appearance of her thighs, Roger could only mumbled, "Both."
"Interesting," she said, pulled her hem down and walked away with a sexy wiggle.
Without Carol, not knowing when she was returning, Roger entered another week of
hell. The nurses shaved his face, washed him, fed him and smiled at his hard
cock under the sheet but never touched it.
The pink panties lay on the bedside table, his cock rock hard and he had to
fight the urge to beg the nurses to slip the panties on him so he could rub his
cock against the silk and experience an ecstatic cum. By Friday, he was again a
drooling idiot and the nurses were openly laughing at him, calling him Roger the
Boner to his face and teasing him about how he should ask Carol for his next
orgasm.
"I think you should kneel on the floor and beg her like a puppy dog," the young
nurse teased him while she fed him. "I'll help you onto the floor and maybe I
could tie a pink ribbon around your thing, a nice present for your girlfriend."
The thought of it made her burst into laughter and Roger turned his face away
but his cock was throbbing.
Carol smiled when she saw him, stroking his face brought him to a trembling fit
at her touch and she bent to kiss him. "Hello, baby," she smiled, perfume
seizing his nostrils, the sound of nylon against nylon as she moved drove him to
the edge. She pulled the sheet down to examine his hard cock. "The hair is
growing back, I'll take care of that later."
"Carol," he began in a croaky voice but she held up a regal palm.
"Don't immediately start," she said firmly, "I'm getting tired of your selfish
approach, you're always thinking of your thing."
"Please, Carol," he whined.
"No, I have a surprise for you. And I may take pity on you later"
"But Carol," he whimpered. "I can't wait."
"You'll have to. Don't you want to know my surprise?" she pouted.
"Yes, tell me," Roger desperately croaked. Was she going to use her hand, he
wondered, she said it would be special only, maybe that was it?
"The doctor said you could leave if you have someone to look after you and I
think you should stay with me. What do you think?"
"Stay with you?" Roger tried to think but he didn't even know where she lived.
"Don't you want to?" Carol frowned.
"Yes, that would be great. Thanks, Carol," he said quickly in case she became
angry. He had learned his lesson well; an angry Carol is a Carol that doesn't
give relief.
"I think it will be fun," she said excitedly, her hand absently brushing his
hard cock. "I'll look after you and give you special treats every now and
again." Carol winked.
"Please Carol, could we now?"
"Now? We haven't got time, baby," she said pulling the sheet up. "I have to go
to sign you out." She got off the bed. "I'll get that robe and get you around to
my car as soon as I've done that.
The nurses came to say goodbye and Roger stared at their legs and breasts,
wishing Carol had taken pity on him but his cock was so hard. They laughed when
his hard cock popped out when Carol slid the robe onto him and he was
embarrassed but driven by his increasingly urgent need to come.
"Don't forget these," the older nurse said, dropping the pink panties onto his
lap as he was helped into the wheelchair.
Carol wheeled Roger to the car park, the panties embarrassedly still on his lap,
his cock hard, and helped him inside her car. He had to sit in the back seat
because his arms would have interfered with Carol's driving.
"There we go," she said, leaning in to buckle the seat belt around him. His
mouth fell open when she undid the belt and pulled the robe apart so his rigid
cock was exposed. "That might cool you down a little," she smiled.
"Please Carol," he whimpered, cock twitching.
"Please what?" Carol said, a puzzled look on her beautiful face. "If I want to
open your robe I will. I make the decisions, baby, you just do what I say,
remember?"
"Please let me cum," he whined and she laughed, kissing him gently on the cheek.
"You are a horny boy, aren't you?
"I'm crazy, Carol, crazy to come, I'll do anything for you," he whined
desperately.
"Of course you will," she said with a glint in her eyes. "You'll do everything I
say, won't you?"
"Yes, yes," he said and she laughed softly.
You would love me to slip my hand around your little cock," she whispered in his
ear, "and jerk you off, right here in the car park. Wouldn't you?"
"Yes," he moaned, the thought of it making his cock twitch frantically.
"You'd lick my hand wouldn't you, get it all wet so it could slide up and down?"
"Yes, please let me, Carol," he moaned and she laughed softly again.
"And when you've sprayed your icky stuff everywhere, you'd lick that off my hand
too, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, I guess," he whispered. "If you want me to."
"I'd want you to but maybe later." Carol laughed again, shut the door and
slipped into the driver's seat, leaving Roger panting and hard, his cock
exposed, in the backseat.
Her eyes examined him in the mirror. "You have to learn to start thinking about
my pleasure, baby," she said. "I deserve pleasure after all I've done for you."
"Yes Carol," he said dejectedly.
"Of course, I'll have to teach you." She started the car and they drove out of
the car park. Roger was amazed when they pulled up to a huge house surrounded by
a high wall and a barred gate. The gate slowly opened and they drove down a
white gravel drive and into a separate garage behind the house.
"You live here?" Roger asked incredulously.
"Yes," she laughed, "I'm very successful at what I do and my parents provided
well for me. There is a small apartment above the garage and that's where you'll
stay."
Carol helped Roger up the stairs, unlocked the door and helped him inside. As
Roger looked around, she stripped the robe off him and smiled down at his hard
cock. "I love the fact you're so helpless and so dependent on me. The doctor
said the body cast can come off soon but the arm casts will have to stay a
little longer." She sat down and smiled at him, crossing her legs. "Do you like
your apartment? I've even installed a foot pedals for the bidet and for the
shower. You do like it, don't you?"
"Yes, thank you, Carol, "he mumbled.
"Now," she said firmly as she stood, hand son hips, "I am tired of you asking me
to cum. You won't ask me unless I give you permission to do so. I will decide
when and if you cum. Is that understood?"
"Yes Carol," he mumbled again, head lowered. She was treating him as if he was a
child.
"It's time for you to focus on my pleasure and not your silly little cock." His
face burned at her words, humiliation washing through him. "Lie down on the
bed," she ordered, "flat down, don't put your head on the pillow, and put it in
the center of the bed. I've been looking forward to this for sometime," she
murmured to herself as she opened a wardrobe.
Roger did as he was instructed, his plastered arms sticking helplessly to the
side and his hard cock pointing at the ceiling. He was surprised when he felt
something around his legs, realizing Carol was strapping his legs to the end of
the bed and now he couldn't move.
He opened his mouth to say something but the stern look he received from Carol
made him snap it shut and she slipped a leather hood over his head, buckling it
tight around his throat. "Nighty night," she laughed as she closed the eyeholes
and he was blind. He felt her lean over him, slip something around his head and
her fingers prized his mouth apart and it was suddenly filled with something big
and tasting of plastic. "Now you can't talk," he heard her say with a laugh. "I
like this all ready," she said as he felt her buckle something around his head.
"There," she said with satisfaction, "almost perfect." Roger felt the bed move
as she sat down. "Let me explain it to you, baby. You are blind and dumb with a
harness around your head from which I have installed this rather wonderful
rubber cock. In a few minutes, I'm going to enjoy myself on that cock extending
from your mouth. I'm not going to use yours because, poor baby, it is rather
small. This is for my pleasure, you won't see me, you won't taste me and after I
slip these headphones over your ears, you won't even hear me. You will, however
smell me and wonder what my pussy looks like. I'm told it's rather delightful."
Carol laughed loudly and Roger felt the headphones slip over his head and loud
music start.
A few moments after that, he felt the bed shift again and he guessed Carol was
squatting above him, the thought of it sending tremors through his cock. He
wished he could watch, could see her as he had never seen her naked although he
had imagined it many times.
He could smell her, her intimate musky smell tantalized him even more as she
began to use the cock and he felt completely humiliated as she callously used
him and deprived him completely of any pleasure at all, not even able to see
her. He was nothing more than a thing, a vibrator to be used by her.
After a while the movements stopped, he felt her leave the bed and he was alone,
listening to some obscure heavy metal band. He felt like crying from the
frustration, she had used him and totally ignored his poor straining cock. It
was true, his cock was small, he thought, it must be. She would rather use a
fake cock than me, he wailed to himself.
Carol returned after an hour or so, although Roger had lost all sense of time as
the music was continuous, and the headphones were removed. "I think you're
starting to understand your place now, baby," she laughed and Roger felt her
removing the fake cock and then the hood. He blinked in the light and obediently
kept silent after she had removed the gag and motioned him to be quiet.
Roger noticed she was dressed in different clothes, a pair of tight white shorts
and a pale blue T-shirt and she was sipping a drink. "Did you enjoy that? I know
I did," she laughed. "What a pity you couldn't see anything." Carol stood close
to him, her fingers tickling his balls. "Now, time to get rid of that hair, time
for a little waxing."
Waxing? Roger gulped and opened his mouth to protest but a hard look from Carol
silenced him. "I make the decisions and don't you forget it."
Roger screamed so much when she ripped the wax from his balls, tearing the hair
out by the roots, Carol replaced the gag so he made gurgling noises as she
continued, salty tears running down his face. "You're such a baby," Carol
laughed. "Women go through this all the time, we are so much stronger than weak
men," she said as she savagely ripped another strip of wax from his groin.
His groin was smooth and red when she had finished and because of the pain, his
cock had shriveled to a small worm. "Lost that hard on at last," she laughed.
"Wimp!"
Carol pulled something from her bag, something metallic and smiled at Roger who
was blinking the tears away. "Remember when Janice measured you? She's a clever
girl and made this neat little device. Your tiny cock goes in here," and Roger,
watched horrified as she threaded his cock through a shiny metal tube. "And
locks under here." The tube was connected to two halves of a metal ring that
joined together under his balls. "There, locked in place and only I have the
key," she smiled. "You are dependent on me for everything and this little device
stops you getting hard." Roger saw the tube was bent down over his balls and he
instantly knew any beginning of an erection would cause pain. "You don't cum
until I decide and you don't embarrass me with that tiny dick of yours getting
hard all the time. Of course, you'll have to sit to pee but that's fitting for
such a wimp." She laughed and headed for the door, stopping to look back. "By
the way, the only way to get that off, I'm told is either with the key or by a
surgeon cutting your balls off. Aren't you glad that you asked me to control
your cums?" He heard her laughing as she walked down the stairs.
Forlornly, Roger stared at the device and knew that Carol really did have him by
the balls. Carol was no longer so sweet and nice with him although she gave him
food and visited him, mainly to tease him.
The next day, she laughingly dressed him in the pink panties, pulled a pair of
jeans on over them and let him shove his feet into a pair of scuffs. The robe
completed it and she drove him back to the hospital where the doctor sawed
through the body cast. She didn't talk much to him on the way to and from the
hospital and Roger didn't know what to say, how to handle the changed
circumstances. Every time he thought of the metal contraption that captured his
cock, he felt depressed and afraid..
He was stiff and sticky when the cast finally came off and the nurses watched as
Carol, now being very sweet and nice, kissed him on the cheek, saying, "Almost
over, baby, then we can go home." Her touch and her perfume made his poor cock
squirm in its metal casing, struggling to become hard and Carol smiled when she
saw the glimpse of pain in his eyes.
"The casts stay on his wrists but he can now bend his elbow and use his hands."
The doctor left, the nurses and Carol gathered around and helped him put the
robe back on after he had been washed down.
He sat in the passenger seat as Carol drove and she looked over at him as they
drove through the city. "I was disappointed you didn't thank me for driving you
in, I'm sure the nurses noticed you weren't as affectionate. Undo your jeans,"
she said sharply and Roger stared at her in shock. "I'm not telling you twice,"
she said mildly.
Sullenly, he undid his jeans. "Unzip them and pull them around your knees," she
laughed. "You can ride home showing the world your pink panties and next time we
are in public, you be a little more affectionate!"
Blushing, Roger sat there in the pink panties as Carol ordered him to pull the
robe apart. A few truck drivers sounded their horns and Carol smiled when one
driver yelled something from his truck. Carol's skirt had ridden up a little,
Roger saw a glimpse of a stocking top and his cock squirmed again.
Finally, she allowed him to pull the jeans up as they drove through the gates of
her property. "Carol," Roger began.
"Shut up!" He didn't argue and followed her up the stairs and into the
apartment. "Strip," Carol said firmly as she sat on a chair, legs primly
crossed.
Roger fumbled with the clothes and managed to get them off including the pink
panties. "Get me a whisky and soda. You'll find the makings in there and bring a
can of your favorite soft drink as well." Carol giggled at that and Roger
hastened to follow her order. "Drink the soft drink," she said as she sipped her
drink, her eyes glittering as Roger swigged from the soft drink can. "I want to
see what happens when that tiny cock of yours attempts to get hard."
Roger stared at her in horror as he realized why he had been so horny in the
hospital and Carol laughed loudly when she saw his expression. "Yes, you moron,"
she laughed, "the soft drink! That's why you were so horny, it's full of my
special medication."
"Carol, why are you doing this?" he asked.
"Because I can," she said simply. "Kneel in front of me, legs apart. I would do
it very quickly if you ever want to see your cock again, let alone cum!" Roger
dropped to his knees, his eyes all ready drifting to her crossed legs. Carol
smiled as she slowly uncrossed them and Roger had a fleeting glimpse of that
elusive white triangle. "White again, I'm afraid. I should have worn panties of
a different color but I don't think you mind."
Roger grimaced in pain as his cock tried valiantly to swell against the steel
prison that enveloped it and Carol laughed delightedly. "I saw that! That's
great!" She sipped her drink and her voice grew low and firm. "Listen very
carefully. I've paid a substantial amount on your hospital bills, your special
soft drink," she smiled, "and of course your new cock ornament. You have to pay
me back."
"Of course," Roger said quickly. "I can go back to work and pay you back."
"As a clerk in a video store?" she sneered. "Don't be ridiculous! No, you'll
work for me; you'll do what ever I want. I also expect respect." She thought for
a moment and then smiled coldly. "You will call me Miss Carol from now on, it's
far more appropriate. Understand?"
"Yes Miss Carol," Roger said with a sinking feeling with a hard and a throbbing
cock as she uncrossed and recrossed her legs.
"Good boy," she said sweetly. "Do what I say when I say and I might just reward
you with a little cum every now and again. You'd like that, wouldn't you, baby?"
"Yes Miss Carol," he murmured, head down.
Carol stood, looking down on Roger slumped forlornly on the floor. "I wouldn't
drink anymore of that softdrink," she laughed, "it could make life very
difficult for you. Now have a shower and then go around the back of the house to
the swimming pool. One of your jobs is to clean the pool everyday so get to it."
"Yes Miss Carol," he said dejectedly, climbing to his feet.
"Don't worry about clothes, baby, " she smiled. "I'll be watching you from the
window and I like the way your bottom wobbles." Carol laughed as she walked out.
