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 The Estate (C)2003 d.  edwards/san francisco

   Chapter 13

   Elena rolled over sleepily, the bed still feeling unusually soft and
delicious after the weeks of recovery in the hospital.  With her eyes still
closed she rolled and stretched her legs and arms across the smooth satin
sheets, the delicate scent of lavender teasing her awake slowly.  Laying
back she opened her eyes to see a beautiful room in pale blue flooded with
morning sun.  Light scattered small dots of color off of a crystal bud vase
on the bedside table and an inviting, plush robe was draped across the foot
of the bed.  Swinging her feet over to the floor her toes sank into thick
pile carpet as she rose a bit unsteadily, not yet fully recovered from her
injuries.  Coming to the Estate had been a wonderful surprise for Elena,
exceeding her expectations beyond anything she'd ever dreamed possible. 
The last three days here had begun to heal not only her body but also her
soul, and the decision to free herself from the depression and fear from
living with her husband had been an important step towards regaining her
strength.  She had a momentary twinge of guilt knowing that John had
arrived under different circumstances, but that dark thought was quickly
put to one side by the bright sun and the busy schedule ahead of her.

   ''It's really best for the two of you,'' Martha assured her later that
day over lunch.  "John needs time to come to grips with many issues that
affect his behavior.  This will be much more difficult for him than he
realizes, and the time needed for him to learn and make those changes is
something we can't rush.  When he's ready we'll discuss your getting back
together, but by then I hope to see you strong and ready to accept him
back.'' Martha leaned forward and clasped Elena's hand for emphasis, '' But
only on your terms young woman, only on your terms.''

   ''You still need to learn a few things too, my dear,'' she smiled,
settling back in her chair, '' You need to change as much as John does, but
in your case its more a matter of giving you room to grow, in some ways,
perhaps for the first time.'' Looking around her she pointed to a young
sapling in a pot near their table.  ''I like think of you as a small tree
suddenly given lots of sunlight and water, ready at last to unfurl it's
leaves and start growing towards the sun.'' Elena blushed prettily at that,
slightly embarrassed but excited at the thought.

   ''For John,'' Martha said quietly, "It's more a matter
of.........pruning, shall we say.''

   Chapter 14

   John awoke to the soft touch of fingers through his hair slowly rubbing
his scalp, sending a pleasant tingle through his head and neck.  Waking
slowly, he opened his eyes and flinched as he discovered the face of a
gorgeous young woman with deep brown eyes looking down at him while her
hand continued to stroke his head.  Before he could react she leaned over
and slipped the pacifier back into his mouth.

   ''We don't want the head nurse to see that, do we?'', she said, with a
small conspiratorial whisper, ''It will be our little secret...." With that
she leaned back and John noticed how beautiful the rest of her was, with a
slender waist and a form fitting uniform that showed her figure proudly. 
He noticed immediately the first three buttons of her uniform were
unbuttoned, revealing flawless skin and the first swell of well tanned
breasts.  A small gold chain led his eyes down to the beginning of her
cleavage hidden by a small glimpse of satin brassiere.  She saw the
direction of his glance, and smiled at him as she began pulling open
drawers below the bed.

   "Let's get you changed, shall we?", she said brightly as if speaking to
a small child.  John flushed, humiliated to realize she saw him only as
just that, a small child, a patient neutered by restraints and diapers.  He
tried rolling away from her touch as she reached for the snaps of his
onesie.  As if reading his mind she leaned over him and firmly pulled his
head forward to face her chest, revealing a delicious glimpse of her tanned
breasts straining against a sheer lacy bra.  His eyes became lost in the
depths between those two soft mounds, and he stopped resisting.  Chuckling
at his reaction she spoke, leaning her head close to his ear, her hair
spilling forward to make a curtain around his head.

   ''That's right, little one, you're just a tiny baby,'', she whispered,
''A tiny helpless baby that needs it's wet nappy changed.  I hope you'll be
thinking of me tonight when I'm with my boyfriend and he has his nose where
yours is.'' John began struggling, suddenly hating her, hating everything.
She held him firmly to her cleavage and continued.

   ''He won't be in diapers though,'' she whispered, ''He'll be naked, just
like me, and I'll probably suck his cock while he fondles my breasts,
making my nipples stiffen with his fingers." Reaching down she cupped
John's damp crotch through the sleeper to remind him of the soggy diaper.
"Then he'll peel off my damp panties and lay me back and I'll feel all
seven beautiful inches of his delicious hard cock slide into me,'' she
murmured, her lips caressing John's ear as she continued, pinning him
firmly to her, ''He'll be sucking my stiff nipples, feeling them swell in
his mouth; it makes me so hot when he does that,'' she breathed, drawing a
moan from John, ''Then he'll get to slide inside me, get to push that thick
cock past my swollen wet lips and feel all that soft lovely hot pleasure a
cunt can give a man as I milk him dry and he drains himself deep inside,
making us both slippery with his cum.  And if he's extra good, I'll suck
his cock afterwards, licking off all those delicious juices with my tongue
and lips." John struggled, nearly crying again at the torment.  He was
flushed with anger and desire, the cruel words cutting him, making him
panic and strain with his bonds.  Standing upright she forced him firmly
onto his back.  "Now now, little one, don't make me have to pin you down",
she scolded, again in that bright cheery voice.  "Raise your legs so I can
change that wet didee." John moaned with distress, unable to escape, tears
now flowing freely as he resisted her hands, wanting desperately to be
anywhere else but here.

   "C'mon, raise your legs...." she again prompted, using her hands to coax
his legs up.  John didn't budge, paralyzed by the humiliating way her words
made him feel, his tears wetting the pillow.  She sighed and walked over to
the foot of the bed to begin adjusting something at the footboard.

   ''OK, little man, we'll do it my way,'' she said, raising a padded bar
and placing it crossways across the bed rails.  Picking up his legs by the
ankle restraint she slid the bar under them, forcing his feet into the air.
Pressing a button on the back of the bed, the bar hummed to life and began
slowly moving up the rails, forcing his legs higher and higher.  The bar
slid smoothly, first under his calves and then gradually up to the backs of
his knees.  Alarmed at the position he was being forced into, John tried to
pick to his legs up off the bar, but it was hopeless as it continued
forward, its slow steady movement bringing his legs part way to his chest,
forcing his heavily soaked bottom up into the air.

   She leaned back over him, smiling, "I could fold you in two, hmmm?'' she
said, giving no hint that she wasn't capable of doing so.  "It would be
difficult to breathe but you would get used to it eventually.  Some of our
other, less cooperative patients have." she suggested, leaving that thought
with him as she returned to her task.

   Placing a cloth diaper under his upturned bottom she quickly reached
between his wide spread legs and undid the center panel snaps of the onsie,
revealing his plastic pants and the wet diaper underneath.  Urine had
filled both, making a puddle under him when the bar had squeezed the
material as it raised his legs.

   ''My, my, we're going to have to teach you to wet in smaller amounts,''
she scolded, her hands unsnapping the plastic pants and laying it flat on
the towel under him.  "Look at all this pee-pee", she said, the tone of her
voice humiliating him as much as the words did.  Taking a cloth diaper she
soaked up the excess and then reached between his legs released the tabs of
his diaper, folding it down and rolling it up under his bottom.  John
started struggling, unable to cope with his helplessness at being exposed
this way She grinned at his efforts, coming around to his side, "It gets
better than this, Mr.  Baby, much better".  With her eyes on Johns face she
first lowered the bar, stretching him out before her and taking a damp
cloth from a box below, started to wipe off his cock and balls.  Freed from
the tight soggy diaper and the heat of his body his scrotum was at first
loose as she wiped him slowly, bringing the moist cloth up between his
legs, stretching him in agonizing, slow wipes.  "Not too shabby", she
commented, rolling the large testicles inside with a gentle squeeze from
her thumb and fingers as she hefted his sack with her soft palm. 
Continuing she swirled the moist flannel over his penis, now beginning to
swell and starting to rise off his belly.  Grabbing it with the wipe she
pulled her hand up and down slowly, feeling his member grow alive in her
small hand.  Watching his face she again leaned in to whisper, "No way are
you ever going to come...no way, little man".  He groaned, unable to escape
her torment or stop the pleasure surging through his rigid member.

   "This is as close as you'll ever get to pussy again,'' she teased him,
her hand steadily increasing its rhythm.  His hips now started rocking
slightly to increase the pressure of her stroke.  Keeping her tempo slow
and steady she reached over and plucked the pacifier out of his mouth, her
hand descending below the table out of his view.  As she continued to
masturbate her captive patient, she lifted the edge of her skirt, and
slipped the rubber nipple under the edge of her panties and began rubbing
it between her moist inner lips, bringing down several thick beads of cream
to coat his pacifier.  John could only imagine what she was doing as he
watched her skirt move in time to the hand underneath.

   ''MMMmmmmmm", she moaned, closing her eyes as a flush grew up the side
of her neck and her breath quickened slightly.

   "So soft," she murmured, still stroking his hardened shaft ever more
slowly as her other hand raked the stiff nipple over her clitoris.

   ''Wet......'' The faint sounds of moist flesh reached his ears and he
imagined her soft pussy, swollen and moist with her juices.  He gave a
small, involuntary groan, unable to escape, unwilling to stop his own rise
to orgasm under her hands.  With a sharp, final gasp of pleasure, she
opened her eyes to see John staring at her, his mouth still open slightly,
beads of sweat on his forehead as his cock pulsed and quivered in her hand.


   "Care to taste, little man?", she said, grinning at his distress,
"Here's a sample of pussy you should savor.'' She brought the pacifier up,
silvered with her thick juices and deftly inserted it back into his mouth.
The smell and slippery taste of her vagina washed over his tongue, causing
his penis to lurch in frustration, the salt flavor trickling into his
throat where he unconsciously swallowed and inhaled her scent.  Groaning,
he started to cry again, pinned and unable to move, his cock now fully
erect and straining above his belly button, his balls painfully tight
against his body.  "There, there, baby", she cooed, brushing her fingers
back and forth along the length of his penis, watching it twitch eagerly at
her touch.  "It's OK, honey, you just go ahead and cry out all your
frustration while I go get some fresh supplies.

   "Oh!  I forgot one last thing......."

   With that she leaned over and, opening her jaws wide, carefully
swallowed his cock, careful not to let it touch the inside of her warm
mouth.  He felt the heat of her breath as the tip of his cock gently
touched the back of her throat, causing him to buck at the pleasure which
shot through him.  She giggled, holding his hips firmly and moved with his
thrusts, skillfully denying him any contact.  Her tongue began licking the
base of his shaft, driving him right to the brink of orgasm and he began to
scream in frustration, thrashing around, trying desperately to get over the
edge and spill into her mouth.  She straightened up, pleased at the
quivering mess she created and turning, left the room, the hiss of nylon
stockings following her.

   Chapter 15

   He lay there in agony, his cock painfully hard and straining, his
backside spread wide, revealed to anyone walking by the open door.  His
chest still heaving with sobs, he rocked back and forth, the salt taste of
her not letting him retreat from her torment.  He spat the pacifier out of
his mouth where it dropped to one side of his neck and he lay there for
what seemed like many minutes, trying to calm himself and the ignore the
dull ache in his balls, dreading the sound of her heels signaling her
return.  His breathing slowed as he began recovering from her teasing, his
cock now relaxing back onto his belly and slowly loosing its stiffness. 
Trying to think back he guessed that it had been at least a week since he'd
had an orgasm, jerking himself off without Elena's hand and mouth available
because of her......  his mind paused there, not willing to go further. 
Distracted, he'd failed to hear footsteps approaching his bed until
Delores' head appeared over him.

   "What have we here?", she frowned, seeing John upended and splayed open,
"Has Jasmine been taking good care of you this morning?" John just moaned,
tears welling again from relief at seeing her.  Concerned and feeling
somewhat protective, she came alongside his bed, and spotting the pacifier
along side his neck started to scold him.  Picking it up and holding it to
his lips, she was surprised to see him actually disobey and turn his head
away.

   "Why on earth would you be so careless," she started, but seeing his
distress and the dull glazed look in his eyes, she paused and looked him
over once more, carefully, her senses alerting her that something was not
quite right.  Looking at his exposed groin she was surprised to see a thick
bead of pre-cum and semen pearled at the head of his penis and darkening
the remaining baby powder on his belly.  She also saw that his scrotum was
drawn tight against him and flush with blood.  Suspicious, she looked back
at John, and raised the pacifier to her nose, taking a delicate sniff, her
lips thinning in anger at finally piecing together the scene that was
played out here moments before her unexpected arrival.

   Hearing Jasmine's approaching footsteps she hastily wiped the pacifier
off on a towel and popped it back into John's mouth, and using a wipe
started cleaning his penis and scrotum.  Jasmine stopped short, surprised
to see the head nurse in the room.

   "What were you doing here?'' the head nurse asked quietly, no hint of
anger in her voice as she continued cleaning John.  Jasmine's hands held
out the disposables she was carrying as an explanation.

   "He was so wet, I thought a heavier diaper and some liners were
necessary until he can learn to wet more easily." She moved closer to the
bed.  "He wasn't too cooperative this morning, so I used the changing
bar.''she explained, coming alongside John and tickling his cheek, grinning
at him.  ''I think he'll be a better helper next time, hmm, little man?"
Delores looked up from her cleaning, "I want you to leave", she said
quietly, "We'll discuss this in my office later this evening, before you
leave work.'' Jasmine froze, not being able to read the head nurses face.
Looking at John, then back to Delores, she quietly placed the diapers and
liners down on the mattress and left the room.

   '' I'm so sorry honey,'' Delores apologized, brushing his damp face with
a soft cloth, ''We'll make sure that doesn't ever happen ever again". 
John's eyes started to tear up and a moan escaped around the pacifier at
that thought as he kicked weakly in despair.

   "Such a weepy baby!," she exclaimed, not mistaking at least one cause of
the tears.  ''We'll take care of that soon, but right now let's see if we
can get you cleaned up and more comfortable.'' Finishing her cleaning of
John's bottom she'd noted the talcum that had matted up in his pubic hairs
and between his cheeks and made a mental note to correct that immediately.

   "Let's take a bath, shall we?", she smiled.