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   Gentle Steps to Complete Domination 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.

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