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 Gentle Steps to Complete Domination 5.

   Another sleepless night and he was woken early for breakfast by the
older and stern nurse but this morning, it was different as she had a
bright smile.

   "Your girlfriend told me," she said as she placed the tray on the table,
"told me you want to be completely faithful to her.  I think that's nice,"
she said as she held the orange juice for him to suck up through the straw.
As usual, his morning erection bobbed under the sheet.

   "We'll have you under the cold shower soon," she said, glancing at the
bulge.  "A shot of cold water will calm you down.  Have some cereal."
Sulkily, Roger allowed her to push the spoon into his mouth, wondering how
he was going to get through the day.  He woke up horny and he knew he would
be horny all day, for some strange reason, he was so horny in this hospital
and now, he didn't even have the option of asking the nurses for the
panties, he had to wait to Carol as he had promised he would remain
faithful to her.  How she got him to promise that, he didn't know but now
everyone seemed to know.

   "The doctor will be here soon, he does his rounds early on the weekend."

   "Weekend?  What day is it?"

   "Saturday.  Your girlfriend told us she's be in today to take you for a
little walk.  She's one in a million," the nurse said, pushing another
spoon of disgusting cereal into Roger's mouth, "one in a million, you're a
lucky guy."

   She was right, the shower did reduce his erection and his cock was
shriveled when she helped him back into the bed.  However, a little while
after his first taste of the soft drink Carol had left him, his cock was
rock hard again.

   He stared at the television set, watching soap operas, wishing he could
change the channel and wondering why all the women in the soap operas were
real babes.  His cock was twitching at anything female and lunch, served by
a young black nurse he had never seen before was excruciating torture as
she had very large breasts pushing against her uniform.

   He had developed another itch under the cast and he tried to move so the
cast rubbed against it but it was useless.  Roger stared down at the sheet,
his cock was still hard, pushing against the soft cotton and he wondered
why he was so excited.  Maybe it's the hospital food, he reasoned, there
had to be a logical reason.

   The doctor wandered it, told Roger with a complete lack of interest that
he could probably go home next week once they were satisfied he had someone
to look after him.  He then left, practicing his golf swing as he walked
out.

   Carol arrived mid afternoon, dressed in a tight white blouse and a short
blue skirt, nylons and shoes, blonde hair in a ponytail, full lips cherry
red.  "Hello, baby," she cooed, pecking him on the cheek.  "The nurses said
I could take you for a little walk but first we need to shave you," she
said, rubbing the bristles on his cheek.

   Roger tore his eyes away from the outline of her bra under the blouse
and breasts, pushing forward.  "Walk, where?"

   "Around the hospital gardens, you need exercise," she said returning
from the bathroom with an electric shaver.  Carol began to shave him,
turning his face from side to side with her fingers, her red painted
fingernails waving under his eyes, her perfume enticing him while her
breasts pushed against him.  "There, so much better," she said, smiling at
him.  "Let's go for that walk.  Come on."

   "But what do I wear?" Roger said in a panic.

   Carol showed him a large toweling robe.  "This is very large so I'll be
able to slip it over your arms and tie it around your waist.  Come on,"
Carol pulled the sheet down and his hard cock jutting from his belly, came
into view.  "Oh Roger," she said with a hint of disgust in her voice, "are
you always hard?"

   "Not usually," he mumbled, face red.

   "Well, I guess we'll just have to ignore it," Carol said determinedly
and eased Roger around on the bed, legs on the cold floor while she slipped
the sleeves of the over size robe over the cast on his arms.  "Stand up."

   Roger slipped his feet into the scuffs Carol had put on the floor and
unsteadily stood while she tied the robe belt around his waist.  Roger,
suddenly conscious he was naked under the robe and with an erection, said
"What about underwear, Carol?  I need underwear under this, don't I?"

   Carol grinned knowingly.  "You want to wear your panties, don't you? 
Don't try and trick me into letting you cum, Roger," she smiled.  "You are
a wicked man."

   "No," he said hurriedly, "my shorts, they must be in the drawers."

   Carol opened and closed the drawers one by one and then shook her head.
"Nope, nothing in here apart from your cum panties." She stood up and
waggled a finger at him.  "You can't trick me into letting cum, baby," she
said with a smile.  "You know the rule, don't you?"

   "Yes," he mumbled, wondering what happened to his clothes.

   "And what is it?  I'm waiting," she said, tapping her foot.

   Afraid she was becoming angry, Roger quickly said, "I ask you to cum."

   "And?"

   Roger desperately tried to think.  "I'm not sure," he mumbled.

   "I decide how, don't I?  Unless you've changed your mind," she said with
a stern look.  "I would be very disappointed if that was the case, I am
very strict on keeping agreements.

   "No, no," he said quickly, looking down at the tent in the front of his
robe caused by his cock, "I haven't changed my mind."

   "Good," Carol said with delight, kissing him and, in the process of the
kiss, managed to rub against his cock.

   "Carol," Roger groaned, "can I cum?  Please," he said with desperation,
"please before we go for a walk?"

   "I'm afraid the answer is no, baby," Carol said firmly.  "You have asked
me to make the decisions and I take that obligation very seriously. 
Someone has to think of your health and you obviously can't, otherwise why
would you ask me to make the decisions for you?  Why," she laughed, "if it
was up to you I think you would probably go back to your unhealthy ways of
jerking off every day, wouldn't you?"

   "Probably," he mumbled, head lowered.

   "Exactly," she said triumphantly.  "Now, let's forget about the hard
cock of yours and go for a little walk"

   The door opened and the black nurse came in a wheelchair.  "Get in the
chair, baby," Carol said, "so I can push you to the gardens.  You're not
ready to walk all the way."

   Roger lowered himself into the chair, arms frozen straight out by the
plaster and while doing so, his hard cock poked out through the front
opening of the robe.  "Just ignore it," Carol said in a matter of fact
tone, tucking his hard cock quickly back under the robe, "he's always
hard."

   "We've noticed," the nurse giggled.

   Roger, face flaming red, his cock tingling from that briefest of touch
from Carol, tried to slink back into the chair but the plaster cast ensured
he sat upright.

   Carol began pushing the wheelchair through the hospital corridors, into
the large elevator and down the lobby.  She parked the wheelchair inside
the double glass doors and gestured at the gardens on the other side of the
doors.  "They're beautiful," she said.  "Let's explore them, come on."

   Roger stumbled out of the chair and walked out into the garden with
Carol, the breeze toying with his robe.  "Carol," he said urgently, "don't
let the wind blow my robe up."

   "Are you telling me what to do?" she asked sternly.  "I don't think
that's right." She sighed deeply.  "I thought we had an understanding?"

   "Yes, I'm sorry."

   "There's no one around to see anyway," she smiled.  "By the way, Janice
thought you had a nice cock and she enjoyed watching you cum yesterday."

   Roger blushed at the memory and wondered why Janice had measured him but
was loathe to ask Carol in case she became angry.  Carol walked on a little
and his eyes were glued to her ass as it moved under the short skirt, the
sound of her nylon covered legs brushing together as she walked driving him
mad with lust.

   They turned a corner and found a secluded garden seat, surrounded by
high hedges.  Carol sat on the seat and Roger saw a flash of white as she
arranged her skirt.  She must have white panties on to match the white bra,
Roger thought, she has under that white blouse.

   "Are you trying to look up my skirt?" she suddenly asked and Roger
flushed.

   "No, I mean yes.  I'm sorry, Carol but I'm so horny, I can't help
myself."

   Carol sighed.  "Stand here," she said, motioning in front of her and he
did so.  Horrified he watched as she undid the belt of the robe, his cock
jutting out between the parted robe.  "Still hard," she said, shaking her
head a little, "you have no control, do you?"

   He hung his head, silently willing her to take his cock in his hand and
jerk him off.  Just the thought of it made him tremble.  "No, I don't," he
croaked.  "I don't know why I'm like this," he began but she cut him off.

   "It's because you have no control, Roger.  Remember when you came in
your pants?  You cum so quickly because you have no control and now you're
trying to peek up my skirt.  I suppose you can tell me what color panties
I'm wearing?" she said sarcastically.

   "White?" he said hopefully.

   "White lace," she corrected him and she smiled when she saw his cock
quiver.

   "Please Carol, can I cum?" he begged desperately, allowing all dignity
to flee.  "I'm so horny, I can't rest, please?"

   "You're such a baby," she said scornfully.

   "Please, Carol, I'll do anything, anything at all." He was desperate,
hungry for release and his cock had never been so hard and he couldn't get
the glimpse of that white triangle between her thighs out of his mind.

   "Well," she said as if she was thinking and he hopefully waited, cock
quivering, arms outstretched like a cross.  "I know it's difficult for
you." She thought for a moment and then sighed.  "Kneel down there," she
said, pointing at a spot at her feet.

   Cock pointing skyward, arms plastered and outstretched like a cross,
Roger knelt in front of Carol, wincing as the white gravel stung his knees.
"I think it's time we had a little talk," she said slipping her shoe off
and her nylon covered foot caressed his balls.  "Do you like this?" she
teased.  "Do you like the touch of nylon?"

   "Yes," he croaked, shuddering as her foot climbed up his cock and her
toes stroked the sensitive underside of it, then returned to his balls.

   "You are very hairy there," she said, the nylon covered toes tickling
his balls.  "I don't like the hair much.  You're looking up my skirt,
aren't you?" Carol tantalized, her voice low as her extended foot caressed
him.

   "Yes," Roger moaned, eyes drawn to the small opening between her legs,
the white triangle of her lace panties covered by the nylon of the
pantyhose.

   "What do you see?"

   "You panties and your pantyhose." Her foot was relentlessly stroking his
balls but avoided his cock.

   "Tell me what you think of when you jerk off," she said softly.  His
eyes were glazed and opened his mouth but didn't know where to start. 
Suddenly, she pulled her foot back and crossed her leg, the white triangle
of lace disappearing.  "If you don't want to tell me, I'll stop."

   "No, please," he pleaded desperately, his hard cock pointing up at her,
his arms extended like a cross.  "Please don't stop Carol, please!"

   "All right," she smiled and the foot returned and Roger's eyes fell back
to the white triangle.  "Do you look at pictures of women?" she asked and
he nodded, body trembling as her nylon covered foot played with his balls.
"What are the women wearing?"

   And so he told her, told her everything and Carol was relentless in her
questioning as her foot caressed his balls, carefully avoiding his cock. 
Roger revealed everything, the details of his fantasies, the three times he
actually had sex and what a failure it was, he told her everything while
his eyes stared at the white triangle of lace that covered her pussy, a
pussy he had never seen or touched.

   Carol smiled in satisfaction, she had it all, every little desire and
every little fantasy and she had Roger.  "You don't have much control, do
you?" she said and Roger shook his head, eyes still focused on her crotch.

   "No, I don't," he croaked.  "Please, can I cum?"

   "Soon, baby, soon," she soothed.  "Do you think I should control you,
baby, control everything?" Roger paused as he thought, trying to think
rationally in the deep haze of desire and Carol withdrew her foot.  "Do you
want me to tell you what to do?  What do you think?"

   Roger wanted that foot back and he wanted to see her panties again.  So
he moaned, "Yes, control me, Carol, tell me what to do, that's a good
idea."

   The root returned and this time the toes brushed his cock.  "Good boy,"
Carol smiled.  "We've agreed then, I'll control you, make the decisions for
you and tell you what to do.  It will be so much better for you, won't it,
baby?"

   "Yes," he croaked, trembling, "yes."

   "What color are my panties?" she whispered and Roger's cock was
twitching furiously.

   "White," he croaked.

   "Just white?"

   "White lace?"

   "Yes," she giggled, "would you like to kiss my panties, baby?" she said
huskily, the foot caressing his trembling cock.

   "Yes," he moaned, "Please!"

   "Not yet, baby, you're ready for that special reward yet." Roger opened
his mouth to protest but she cut him off.  "Shush, baby, I make the
decisions and kissing my panties is a very special treat, something for you
to look forward to." Her foot withdrew, leaving Roger trembling.  "Listen
baby," Carol said firmly.  "From now on, when you're about to cum, you must
ask me.  Do you understand?" Roger nodded, pathetically focused on cuming
and on the sight of her panties under the nylon.  "I mean it, Roger," she
said and he nodded again.

   She smiled and resumed her caressing and soon Roger gasped, "Carol, can
I cum?  Please, can I?" he was trembling and Carol giggled softly.

   "Yes, show me how you cum, baby," she said, eyes watching him as his
cock jerked, convulsed and spurted as her toes milked him.

   Exhausted, knees hurting from the gravel, Roger looked up at Carol who
had crossed her legs and was smiling at him.  "That looked nice for you,"
she said.

   "Thank you," he murmured face red.

   "That's ok, baby.  Oh look, you've left a little mess on my toes," she
said, pointing down and Roger saw a small trace of his cum on the nylon
covering her red painted toes nails.  "Clean it off," she said and Roger
looked up at her in confusion.

   "I can't move my hands," he said, puzzled and Carol laughed.

   "I know that baby, use your mouth.  Lick it off, baby.  I can't put my
shoe back on with that gooey mess on my toe, can I?"

   Roger opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish, uncertain and afraid.
Carol was serenely confident and calm.  "But, Carol," he whined.

   "But what?  You made the mess after I kindly gave you what you wanted.
If this is how you are going to treat me, I will certainly think twice
about doing this again.  I thought you enjoyed it," she pouted.

   "I did, I did," he said desperately.  Carol held the power to his cock
and she could withdraw the treat of orgasm very easily.  Reluctantly, he
leaned forward and tentatively licked the cum off her toes, quickly
spitting it out on the grass before he actually tasted it.  "Thank you,
baby," she smiled in triumph and slipped her shoe on.  Kissing him on the
cheek, she helped him up and tied the belt around his waist again, making
sure the robe was closed.

   She led him slowly down the path and towards the hospital.  "That was a
nice walk, wasn't it Roger?" she said softly.

   "Yes Carol."

   As she helped him back into the bed again, she said, "I have to go now,
baby, and I won't be back until the end of next week.  I have to go away on
business."

   "Next week!" Roger was horrified, how would he last all week without
cuming?

   "I'm afraid so and don't forget you said you would be faithful to me,"
she said with a warning tone.

   "Yes Carol," he muttered in despair, head lowered.

   "Good baby," she said, kissing him on the cheek.  "I might have a
special treat for you when I get back.  `Bye baby."

   Miserably, Roger watched her sway out the door, facing a week without
any relief.
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