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 Gentle Steps to Complete Domination 4 By Andrew Devine

   (Fem Dom, Chastity Belt, Orgasm Denial)

   The next morning the older nurse emerged from the bathroom with the pink
panties stretched between her hands, arms outstretched as she studied them.
"My daughter has a pair just like these," she said conversationally walking
across the room.  "They're not cheap, I can tell you.  You have a wonderful
girlfriend," the nurse said as she folded the dry panties and placed them
on the bedside table, "I hope you appreciate her."

   "I do," mumbled Roger face bright red.

   "Not every woman understands men as well as she does, I can tell you. 
You're in good hands there.  Now, today, you can have a shower," and she
ripped the sheet over to reveal Roger's morning erection.  "Oh dear," she
said, looking down, "so soon?  I suppose," she said with a sigh, "you want
me to put those panties on you?"

   "No, no," stuttered Roger, face the colors of beetroot, hard cock
twitching on his belly.

   "Are you sure?"

   "Yes," he mumbled, "I'm sure.  Thank you."

   "Perhaps you should go to the toilet?" she said knowingly.

   "Yes, yes, that's it," Roger said as he struggled to get out of the bed,
stumbled across the room, arks akimbo in the plaster, hard cock jutting
into the air.

   Wishing the ground would swallow him up, he sat on the toilet and willed
his erection to subside so he could piss.  "Are you finished?" she called
from the room and Roger could see through the half open door she was making
the bed, plumping pillows, all efficient in her striped uniform and white
nylons and just a little scary.

   "No, not yet," he called.

   "Hurry up," she said, suddenly appearing in the doorway, looking down at
him.  "I have other patients, you know."

   "Yes, I'm sorry," he mumbled as he was finally able to piss with her
watching him, a sly smile on her angular face, his face bright as a neon
light.

   She wrapped plastic sheeting around the upper half of his body to
protect the plaster cast that covered his arms and down to his waist,
making his upper body as flexible as a statue.  The water was cold and he
yelped at the shock of it.  "I know it's cold," the nurse said calmly, "but
in my experience, it's the best way to keep that thing," she said
scornfully, pointing at his shriveled cock, "completely under control.  I
just don't have the time for your animal reactions."

   Dried and smelling of harsh soap, Roger collapsed back into the bed,
enjoying the warmth as she pulled the sheet up over his cock.  "Now, before
I go, do you want the panties on?"

   "No," he whispered, red face turned away.

   "Are you sure?  I would be irritated if you buzzed us to put them on. 
We do have other patients."

   "I'm really sure."

   "Very well.  Here's your soft drink your girlfriend left you, she's
really one in a million." She left and Roger sipped on the drink and
wondered when he was going to be able to get out of this madhouse.  This
couldn't be normal hospital behavior, could it, he asked himself?  Moments
later, his cock was rock hard again and all he could think about was being
able to cum.

   His eyes drifted to the pink panties folded neatly on the bedside table
and then to the buzzer.  No, he told himself, you can't ask the nurses to
put those on you, it would be too humiliating, far too embarrassing.  Get a
grip on yourself, he said to himself, keep control.

   But, a small voice inside him whispered evilly, you do need to cum,
don't you?

   The young nurse was cheerful when she arrived, vanilla perfume, red lips
and big eyes as she started to feed him lunch.  Roger couldn't keep his
eyes off her cleavage and the way her thighs flattened against each other
when her legs were crossed.

   "How cute," she said as she picked up the panties, spoon resting on the
tray.  "Very cute.  Your girlfriend has excellent taste.  These aren't
cheap, you know."

   "So I've been told," Roger said sulkily, cock twitching.

   "Silk and a designer label.  The lace around the legs is cute, don't you
think?" she said brightly, fingering the lace.

   "I suppose, I haven't really thought about it." It was a lie, he hadn't
thought of anything but the panties, an embarrassing symbol of his
incessant urge to cum, to cum at all costs.

   She put them back on the bedside table, brought the spoon to Roger's
mouth and her eyes dropped to the bulge under the sheet.  "Do you want me
to put them on you when I've finished?"

   "No." he mumbled, mouth full.

   "Sure?"

   "Yes!" he snapped but was he so sure as he really wanted to come?  She
held the soft drink for him and he sucked it down, wondering if Carol would
turn up.  After all, she put the panties on him last time, she had seen him
he recalled with red face, and he could ask her, couldn't he?  Couldn't he?

   The nurse left and left alone with his thoughts and the scent of her
perfume, Roger's cock got even harder and he was almost overwhelmed with
the desperate and urgent need to ejaculate.  I've never felt this hard and
aroused so much before, what's got into me?

   It was another restless day, his cock pulsating like it had never before
and he found it difficult to sleep that night.  Breakfast was a teasingly
slow affair with the nurse eying the bulge in the sheet, asking him if he
would like to wear the panties.

   Gritting his teeth, Roger refused but he was so desperate to cum that
after the nurse had left him alone, he wished he had asked her to slide the
panties on him.  Just the thought of how the tight silk would feel pressing
against his cock was enough to make him break out in a sweat.

   Carol arrived at just before lunch and Roger was a seething mass of
arousal, desperate to cum while preserving, he thought, a little dignity as
the nurses giggled around him.  His cock had never been that hard, he was
sweating so much from the arousal he was constantly sucking on that soft
drink.  God, he needed to cum!  He had almost asked the pretty young nurse
to put the panties on him when she brought him more soft drink but the
thought of her watching him push his cock against the silk to cum was far
to humiliating a concept.  He had to tough it out, be a man!

   "How are you feeling, baby?" Carol asked kissing him on the cheek, her
large breasts moving under her blouse.

   "I'm fine," he croaked.

   "Are you sure?  You look like you've got a fever?" She spotted the
panties folded on the bedside table.  "Have you used these yet?" He shook
his head and her face fell.  "Don't you like them?  I thought I was
helping?" I guess I'm not appreciated," she said sullenly.

   "You are, you are appreciated," Roger croaked, "Really, you are."

   "Why haven't you used them yet, then?" she pouted.  "You are horny
aren't you?  I can see the lump under the sheet from here."

   "I, I," he stuttered, desperately thinking because, great God almighty,
he was horny!  "I wanted to use them with you," he said desperately and was
rewarded with a big smile.

   "You are sweet," she said, pecking him on the cheek.  "I don't mind if
the other girls get to see you cum when I'm not here."

   "No," he stuttered, "I want to use them with you!"

   "You only want to cum with me?  Is that what you're saying?"

   Roger nodded urgently, relieved that he had got something right.  "Yes,
only with you," he said, his voice husky with gigantic desire.

   "You are such a romantic," she whispered in his ear, her perfume
slipping around him and her fingers tapping the cast around his chest. 
Touch my cock, he silently pleaded, please touch my cock!  "If it's only
with me," she smiled, eyes glittering, "we can make it special between us,
don't you think?"

   "Yes, yes," he whimpered.

   "But we must have rules, I like rules, don't you?"

   "Yes, yes," he moaned.

   "My rules?" her fingers brushed his face.

   "Yes," he panted, "anything!"

   "I know," Carol said, her finger scratching his leg under the sheet,
"you don't specify how to cum, you ask me if you can cum.  That's what you
want, isn't it?"

   "Yes, whatever, yes."

   "So," she said softly, her warm breath tickling his ear, making his cock
pound even harder, "you want me to decide when you cum, is that it?" Her
hand rested on the sheet on his leg and he could feel its warmth.

   "Yes," he moaned.

   "It's such a good idea of yours, baby," Carol said huskily.  "Before the
accident you were jerking off everyday or so you told me." Her eyes
narrowed.  "It was every day, wasn't it?"

   "Yes," he confessed again, desperate to cum, "sometimes twice a day," he
added in an effort to please her so she would make him cum.

   "Well, I think we both know that's far too much, not at all good for
your health." Carol smiled down at him and pushed a little closer, large
breasts against his arm.  "I think it's wise of you to let me take care of
you, to decide when you cum, don't you?" she asked sweetly.

   "Yes, yes," he said desperately.

   Carol folded the panties and put them in the drawer.  "We'll put these
away, baby," and Roger looked at her in horror, he wanted so much to come!
"The rule is that you ask me to cum and I decide how, isn't that right?"
she asked innocently.

   "Yes, whatever," Roger said, desperate.

   "No more asking for the cum panties, I don't think you liked them
anyway," she pouted and then smiled and pulled the sheet back, his swollen
red cock bobbing on his stomach.  "Is there something you want to ask me,
baby?" Carol asked with a sly grin

   "Please Carol, can I cum?" he babbled and she clapped her hands
delightedly.

   "You got it right first time," she giggled, kissing him on the cheek. 
"I'm so proud of you, baby."

   "Please Carol," he whined, desperate, cock twitching.

   "Perhaps," Carol smiled and to Roger's surprise she stood up.  "I have a
friend outside I want to show you too." His eyes widened in horror and his
mouth fell open.  "You're not going to disappoint me, are you?" she said
sternly.  "I thought you wanted me to make the decisions?"

   "Yes, but...."

   "Are you breaking your promise to me?" Carol's eyes grew harder and
Roger's cock twitched even more.  If she got angry she would go and leave
him with this painful throbbing erection.  He couldn't face that, he needed
to cum!

   "No," he muttered.

   "Good.  Don't go away," she laughed and Roger heard the door open and
then close.  "Roger, this is my friend Janice.  Say hello to her."

   "Hello Roger," a deep female voice said and Roger kept his face turned
away.

   "Roger!" Carol snapped and he turned his face around, humiliation
flooding through him as a dark woman, dressed in jeans and sweatshirt
smiled down at him and his naked hard cock.

   "Hello," he mumbled.

   "That's better.  Now, Janice is going to measure you so keep still."
Roger looked in horror as Janice measured his hard cock with a tape measure
and then measured around the base of his cock and under his balls.

   "I've got it," Janice said, writing in a small notebook.  "I need the
other measurement."

   "Of course," Carol smiled and sat next to Roger, her face close to his.
"Now, what were you asking me before?" Roger's eyes darted to Janice who
stood against the wall, arms folded and a knowing smile on her face. 
"Don't worry about Janice," Carol whispered, "she's an old friend.  Do you
want to ask me or should I go?"

   "Please, Carol," he whispered, face red but driven by the urge to cum,
"please can I cum?  I need to cum," he whimpered pathetically.

   "Shush, there, there baby, I know you do," Carol said, stroking his
fevered forehead.  "Remember when I said it would be special now?" She
retrieved the panties from the drawer.  "Because you want me to decide?"
Roger nodded quickly, eyes focused on the pink silk of the panties.  "These
are his panties," Carol showed them to Janice.

   "Nice," Janice nodded approvingly, "very sexy."

   Carol turned back to Roger, a huge smile on her beautiful face.  "I'm
going to let you cum," she announced and Roger felt a pathetic rush of
gratitude.  "See," she smiled, "I am nice to you, aren't I?"

   "Yes, Carol, you are," he gushed.

   "I'm going to wrap these panties around that old cock of yours and," she
lowered her face to kiss, kissing him softly on the lips, "I'm going to
hold the panties there softly while you fuck my hand until you spurt your
stuff.  Does that sound nice?"

   "Yes, yes, yes," he whimpered.

   "Is that a good ideas?"

   "Yes," he moaned.

   "Shouldn't you thank me for such a good idea?"

   "Thank you Carol," he croaked immediately.

   "That's all right, baby," Carol said, kissing his neck, "good boys get
rewards." She wrapped the pink panties around his rampant cock, the touch
of the cool silk and of her hand sent electric jolts through his trembling
body.  "This shouldn't take long," Carol said conversationally to Janice.

   "No problem," Janice said calmly, "I've got time."

   "There you are baby," Carol cooed, her soft hand enclosing the silk
around his cock.  "Go ahead, baby, show us how you fuck the panties." Roger
no longer cared what he looked like and immediately starting pumping his
hips, moving his cock in and out of the tunnel of silk held loosely by
Carol's soft hand.  She was right, it didn't take long and with a tortured
groan, Roger came in a rush while both women smiled at him.

   "Was that nice?" Carol asked, cleaning him up.

   In his fog and in his post ejaculation embarrassment, Roger knew enough
to thank her.  "Yes, it was," he mumbled, face red, "Thank you."

   "Not at all, baby," Carol said, pecking his cheek.  "I think this is so
much better when you understand the rules, don't you?"

   "Yes," Roger mumbled, turning his red face away to avoid the laughing
eyes of Janice.

   "I'm glad you agree," Carol said, turning to look at his shriveling
cock. "It's soft now," she said, turning to Janice who immediately measured
Roger's flaccid cock.

   "I'm leaving with Janice," Carol smiled, kissing him again.  "I've left
more of your special soft drink and I am proud of you.  Such a good boy."
Carol pulled the sheet over him with a smile.  "Why don't you have a little
nap?"

   The door closed behind them and Roger tried to understand what exactly
had occurred, how had he so easily given up control to Carol?

   He moved in the bed, trying to get some circulation to his upper body
that was enclosed in the cast.  Where would this all end?
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