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 Gentle Steps to Complete Domination 3 By Andrew Devine

   (Fem Dom, Chastity Belt Orgasm Denial)

   Gentle3 Another sleepless night, tossing and turning, wondering if there
was someway he could come.  He even stood in the bathroom and tried to rub
his cock against the smooth tiles, imagining they were Carol's nylon
covered legs but he stopped, realizing he couldn't clean the mess up and
that eagle-eyed nurse would spot it immediately.

   The young nurse fed him, two buttons undone on her uniform and Roger
could see the top of a peach bra, he imagined it was sheer and his cock
throbbed.  Before she left, she placed a can of soft drink with a long
flexible straw in it.  "Your girlfriend left this for you, she said it's
your favorite drink?" She giggled when she left and Roger, for the first
time, wondered if the nurses knew Carol or if they had been talking about
him and his urgent need.

   He managed to get his lips around the straw and drank the sweet syrupy
drink she had left.  He wondered at her words, as Roger did not really have
a favorite drink.  A few minutes later, his cock was throbbing painfully,
as hard as an iron bar.

   Carol returned at lunchtime and Roger was immediately glad to see her.
Primly, she arranged herself on the visitors chair, scratching of black
nylons, black business suit and her blonde hair was pulled back.  Again her
perfume filled the small room and Roger's cock throbbed.  He knew he would
say or do anything to cum, anything at all.

   "I'm sorry, Carol," he stuttered, "really sorry."

   "Are you apologizing?"

   "Yes, I'm apologizing, I'm sorry."

   "Are you actually apologising for treating me like your milking
machine?" Her eyes were cold and she glanced at the bulge under the sheets.


   Roger tried to get comfortable, his skin itching under the plaster and
he said, "I am apologizing, I'm really sorry I got you angry."

   "You don't want to get me angry again, do you?"

   "No, no, I'm sorry, I'll do anything to make it up to you." He was
sweating; he didn't want her to leave.

   "I get very hard when I'm angry, Roger," she said, eyes glittering, "You
should know that."

   "I'm sorry," he repeated, why not, it seemed to work?

   "The only sex we've had in this relationship, Roger is with my hand. 
You came in your pants that time, do you remember?"

   "Yes," he mumbled, face red, "I remember.'

   "And the other day here when I took pity on you.  Do you remember that?"

   "Yes, yes, it's all I've thought of."

   "It's hardly been for my pleasure has it?"

   "No," he mumbled, "I'm sorry.  I'll do anything to make you happy."

   "Will you?" she seized on his remark.

   "Yes, of course."

   "Anything?"

   "Yes, I promise."

   "Good baby," she cooed, leaning forward and kissing him full on the
lips, her hand slipping under the sheets.  Roger shivered as her fingernail
scratched his balls and moaned, as he was lost deep in his desire to come.
"I have something for you," she said, standing suddenly and pulling the
sheet down, completely exposing him.

   Through his sexual haze, Roger watched her pull something from her bag
and start to put something around his feet, something soft and silky. 
"Lift up," she said and he strained to lift and he felt something tight
snap around his cock.  Looking down, his face immediately blushed when he
saw she had slipped a pair of pink silky panties with lace around the waist
and the leg holes.

   "But..." he spluttered, his cock straining against the silken material.
It felt humiliating but at the same time soft and sensual.

   "I want you to wear them," she said firmly, hand on hip.  "You don't
want to get me angry do you?"

   "No, no," he stuttered, the tight cloth gripping his throbbing cock.

   Carol sat next to him and kissed him slowly, her tongue probing into his
mouth.  "You look sweet in them, so soft, so silky.  They feel nice around
your cock, don't they?"

   "Yes," he moaned, his cock pulsing against the silk.

   "I call them your cum panties.  Say it," she whispered in his ear, her
tongue licking his cheek.

   "My cum panties," he croaked as the silk rubbing against his cock
brought him closer to closer to orgasm.

   "I know it's difficult for you in here.  Poor baby, you're in that
plaster for six weeks and I can't come here everyday to play with you, can
I?"

   "No, no," he moaned, gasping.

   "My hand should be for special occasions, special treats only, shouldn't
it baby?" her voice was relentless, her tongue tickling his ear.

   "Yes, special treats only." Roger was panting, moving his groin so his
cock rubbed against the silk.

   `So you have your cum panties to help you pass the time.  You want to
cum in them don't you?"

   "Yes, yes, I do," he croaked.

   "Show me how you cum in your panties, baby, show Carol," she whispered
and it was too much for Roger and with a grunt, an anguished groan, he came
in the pink silk, saturating it with convulsive jerk after another.

   Carol wiped his forehead with a tissue.  "Feel better now, baby?" she
asked and Roger immediately felt completely embarrassed at what he had just
done.

   "Yes," he muttered, turning his face away.

   "Thank me for your little cum panties," she said brightly.

   "Thank you for the cum panties," he recited, and Carol smiled, peeled
the soaked panties down and off.  Still smiling, she disappeared in the
bathroom and returned moments later.  "I've washed them out and left them
on the basin." Roger was horrified and was about to protest but closed his
mouth when he saw the stern glint in Carol's eyes.  "All you have to do
when I'm not here is ask one of the nurses to put your panties on you so
you can cum in them.  Don't you think it's a great idea?"

   "No, there's no need to tell them," protested Roger.  "Please don't tell
them."

   "Why not?  The nurses will find those panties in the bathroom and I
certainly don't want them to think they're mine!  I must tell them.  Have a
good day and I'll try to get to see you the day after tomorrow." She bent
down and kissed him on the cheek, pulled the sheet back up and left.

   Roger wished he could scratch under the plaster and wondered what he was
going to say to the nurses when they came in.

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