MASTER AND BABY : A Tale of Erotic Submission Page 13

  Answer – yes.

  I didn't like the way they were looking down at me, not one little bit. Nurse B was used to dealing with helpless patients, but for Miss L, this was a new sensation. I didn't need to follow the twitches across her contorted face to know that she was liking the sensation.

  I steeled myself. Who was the boss in this relationship, anyway? Who wielded the heavy palm and the flogger? Who administered the punishments? When push came to shove, who was on top? Harry Neptune – that's who!

  I drew myself up to as much of my height as I could manage from the prone position. I fixed my eyes on Miss Lawrence. I concentrated hard, recalling some key points from Hypnosis for Incompetent Buffoons by Ima Charlotte An, the renowned Asian mesmerist. Miss Lawrence raised one delicate little eyebrow.

  "Are you all right, Harry, darling? You look as if you're about to lay an egg!"

  Determined to exert my will upon the insolent creature, I thrust my jaw forward and lowered my eyebrows as far as they would go in a last-ditch attempt to look truly forbidding. My eyes were but two sinister slits beneath a fearsome beetling brow as I watched Miss Lawrence's feet trace bashful circles upon the cold linoleum floor.

  In my mind's eye, she quailed before me. Her feet shifted. She fidgeted with her rumpled cardigan. Her hair draped in rat's tails about her timid, fearful face. Her lips quivered. Her eyes fell and her shoulders slumped. A tear ran down her reddened cheek.

  "Hah! Submit, you bint!"

  I cranked my eyebrows back to their normal position in triumph, only to witness the two females hanging onto each other in mirth, bodies heaving with silent hysterics. Finally, they cracked and spluttered, giggling out loud. Jay's face was scarlet and I made a mental note to add another spanking to the ever-growing list in my little black book.

  "Oh, you did look funny, Harry!"

  "He looked just like a lappet-faced vulture, Miss Lawrence!"

  The two harpies disintegrated into a fresh round of cackling.

  Finally, after a Herculean effort at face straightening, Nurse Benjamin spoke.

  "I think it's time for your bed bath, Mr. Neptune."

  * * * *

  "I think that's a splendid idea. Mr. Neptune is getting a bit iffy."

  "I am not!"

  "Are too!"

  "Not to infinity. Hah! Got you."

  I smiled indulgently at the hapless lump in the high metal-framed bed. Harry had overdone the cologne in an attempt to conceal any potentially unsavory odors and the powerful scent of "Atoll Affair" was making my eyes water. I groped up the arm of my cardigan for a hanky and blew my nose with a loud toot. Nurse B frowned disapprovingly and shook a long and decisive finger at me.

  "Germs!"

  "Anything I've got I caught off Precious here. He's always sniffling. Shouldn't you be boiling up kettles of water or something?"

  "Mr. Neptune isn't about to give birth!"

  "I'm not so sure about that, Nurse. He's put on a few pounds lately..."

  Harry glared at me and the mound of blankets retracted sharply to the sound of a sharp intake of breath.

  "It's relaxed muscle. Just wait 'til I get back in the gym. What's your excuse, tubby?"

  "Don't need one. Besides, voluptuous is back in style. I say, is that water cold?"

  Curious, I watched Nurse Benjamin fill a plastic basin from a sink in one corner of the room. Briskly she squirted a long stream of anti-bacterial body wash into the water from a large container marked "Stink-Off" and swished the resulting mixture to a pale yellow foam. With visible satisfaction, she smartly snapped on a pair of latex gloves, then looked down at me with a glint in her eyes.

  "Would you care to assist with Mr. Neptune's ablutions, Miss Lawrence? I think he's big enough for both of us."

  "I'd love to, Nurse B. Mr. Neptune always insists I use the guest bathroom when I come to stay and I'm most curious about his toilet habits."

  Harry looked horrified and he instinctively cupped his privates through the bedcovers.

  "Is nothing sacred?! I am a private person! Except when I'm feeling exhibitionist, that is..."

  Nurse B roared with laughter and shook her head, a mass of ebony curls spilling onto her shoulders in wild abandon. With one dramatic gesture, she swept the covers from Harry's semi-recumbent form. His hands dived down to repeat the protective gesture but, alas, he was a fraction too slow and Nurse B caught his wrists together in a vice-like grip.

  "Up we go, big boy!"

  Quick as a flash, the statuesque nurse had cuffed her patient's arms to the tubular metal bed-head. His eyes opened as wide as saucers and he roared in complaint. Nurse B grinned.

  "Why, he bawls like a bull!"

  "Has he, dear?"

  "I don't know, Miss Lawrence. Perhaps we should take a look."

  We collapsed in mirth. Nurse Benjamin grasped the hem of Harry's hospital gown and flipped it up. I pulled on a set of gloves and we bent over to examine the source of his modesty.

  "I've seen worse, Nurse B."

  "Oh, much worse! Why, I once dated a Harlem Globetrotter. Vast edifice of a chap, would have made big Mr. Neptune here look like one of the seven dwarves and that's saying something. Anyway, I was getting quite concerned about the potential contents of my boyfriend's boxer shorts, I can tell you! But I needn't have worried. When he finally plucked up courage to whip it out, it took me half an hour to find the poor little thing. With a magnifying glass. Mr. Neptune here is really quite average."

  "Average? You dare to call my magnificent love-tool average?"

  Harry looked so incensed that I wished we had a Polaroid camera to capture his outrage for posterity. I patted his plaster reassuringly.

  "It's a wonderful willy, darling. A very tasty popsicle indeed."

  "Hmmph! Now you think you can get round me with sweet talk! Keep going."

  A wicked thought or three entered my head. I slipped off my cardigan and winked at Nurse B., who began to saturate a sponge in the bowl of frigid body-wash. Nurse B winked back and I started to sing.

  "It's a wonderful wang, a delightful dong, six inches of heaven, a prize-winning prong!"

  Nurse B joined in, with rich and fruity tones:

  "A premium penis, a decadent dick!"

  "It's the cock of a lifetime!"

  We put our heads together and harmonized:

  "A world-beating prick!"

  Harry groaned.

  "So give it a lick."

  "What an excellent idea, Mr. Neptune. That may be just what the doctor ordered."

  "Jesus Christ! That water is bloody freezing!!"

  I turned to see Nurse B direct a steady stream of antiseptic froth at Harry's gonads. I swear the poor man's eyes crossed.

  "Is there no hot in the tap?"

  "The boiler custodian has taken industrial action. Never mind – cold showers are strengthening to the constitution!"

  "If you don't die of heart failure first. And you might have slid a towel under my bum, Nurse B – I feel as if I've wet the flipping bed!"

  "Poor darling."

  Amused, I watched Nurse Benjamin sponge Harry's tackle. The initial chilly gush had sent Horatio (Hornblower, in honor of Harry's passion for all things nautical) scurrying for cover, but the brisk sponge massage appeared to have wakened him up again. He sprang to attention, all shiny and clean. Nurse B handed me a towel.

  "You dry him off, Miss Lawrence. I feel a need to get into something a little less starchy..."

  I gently patted Horatio, then bent to kiss his sweet, fresh helmet. Mmm. That tasted so good, I couldn't resist a little lick along his steadily swelling length. Harry moaned. Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpsed Nurse Benjamin taking off her nurse's uniform. Harry moaned a second time and an extra inch made contact with my tonsils.

  * * * *

  I tugged at my shackles and they clanked. Nurse Benjamin had actually used real handcuffs to attach me to the bed head! I had one leg spare and that was it. The other was firmly and painfully pinioned by
the traction apparatus. I supposed I could try to land a killing karate blow when Nurse B came back within range, but somehow I thought a round of karaoke might be more successful.

  Jay opened her mouth wide – very wide – and started on her impression of a sucrose starved dieter presented with a stick of extra-sweet candy. The feeling was familiar and all the more welcome for that. I grabbed for her hair and my hands came up short after a two inch excursion.

  "Ow! These things are digging into me! Get them – oh my gosh…"

  I had been keeping a surreptitious eye on the disrobing Nurse Benjamin. She had had her back turned to me and I couldn't quite see what was what in the mirror. She was down to panties and a tantalizing glimpse of the under curve of bare breast when she disappeared behind the screen in the corner of the room.

  Nurse Benjamin reappeared.

  "Oh my gosh!"

  "Ooh ma gurgle!"

  The latter was from Miss Lawrence, who had her mouth full.

  Nurse Benjamin was the works. Xena the Warrior Princess would have crawled into a corner to die.

  With a plop Miss Lawrence disengaged herself from her vital life-saving task and unsteadily stood up.

  "Come back here! Three more slurps and I'll come!"

  She didn't hear me. I can't say I'm surprised.

  Working from the top down, Nurse Benjamin's wild hair was confined by a leather band around her head. Her breasts were just about confined by a short leather jerkin that revealed rippling stomach muscles. The jerkin was tied by leather thongs, and it did not meet in the middle. Her leather cuffs were held together with the same thongs. Her biceps made me gulp yet again.

  "Oooh!"

  Miss Lawrence was engaged on the same voyage of discovery as me.

  Nurse Benjamin's skirt stopped short of heaven by a single breath. The skirt, of course, was leather. I don't know if a Warrior Princess's underwear is called knickers, panties or something more archaic and warrior-like, but I assumed that whatever they were called they were leather. Her thighs were powerful. There was no other word for them. Her laced boots were – leather.

  You get the picture. The theme here was leather.

  That meant the whip could be made of only one thing.

  I gulped yet again, noisily. I pressed my backside firmly into the damp hospital mattress.

  "Not me – her! I'm the thrasher. She's the thrashee."

  Miss Lawrence nodded eagerly.

  "It's your money," said the Amazon Queen. "And for me – a labor of love..."

  Nurse Benjamin drew herself up to her full height, which was several levels of altitude greater than Jay's full height. Now I knew for a fact that Miss Lawrence had never been – chastised – by a woman. There is a first time for everything, and it was plain that this was it for Jay and Sapphic thrashing.

  Nurse Lawrence reached out and held Jay by the back of the head. Jay went on tiptoes as Nurse Benjamin drew her up and examined her eyes. It was Miss Lawrence's turn to gulp. Apparently satisfied, Nurse Benjamin held my quivering friend at arm's length. I looked down and saw that she was still on tiptoe.

  The whip cracked. Miss Lawrence yelped.

  "Yelp!"

  Nurse Benjamin led Jay to my bed, my partner in crime looking quite the little lamb to the slaughter. Her eyes had already adopted the abstracted, blissed-out, glazed expression, which is peculiar to breast-feeding babies and terminal spankees.

  "Harry – help me! Help me!"

  Miss Lawrence loves to lay the drama on with a trowel. I could just picture her lashed to a railway track, with the 5:15 from Shepton Mallet bearing down upon her frantically struggling form.

  "That doesn't sound too convincing, my dear. Take it like a woman. Carry on, Nurse Benjamin."

  "Be silent, Mr. Neptune."

  Nurse Benjamin thrust Jay into my arms. Or it would have been into my arms if those damn handcuffs weren't there. She crouched over my torso, her face an interesting blend of bliss and trepidation. I started to feel disagreeably confined.

  "Get these bloody things off me!"

  Nurse Benjamin ignored me. Jay wrapped her arms round my neck and closed her eyes tight.

  Buttons from Miss Lawrence's skirt sprayed across the room as Nurse Benjamin removed it without recourse to the conventions of good clothes care. There was a satisfying ripping sound – I do like that sound – as the Lawrence knickers followed the skirt with one sweep of a mighty arm. Jay moaned in ecstasy, knicker-ripping being one of her favorite things, along with chocolate in any form and a peculiarly ugly aging French film star. My cock rallied and sprang up like a fiberglass tent pole – boinng! I realized that my gown was still flipped up and my rod swayed merrily in the breeze, vulnerably exposed to the full onslaught of the domme's advances. I remembered coming across a terrifying site about cock and ball torture on the Net and I flushed, blanched, winced and flinched in rapid succession.

  Miss Lawrence's bare white bottom was exposed to the fresh air and the ministrations of Nurse Benjamin. Her breasts were pressed against my chest. She was starting to strangle me, her body squirming rhythmically against my captive torso. Alas, my manhood was too far south of her moistening pussy to take a dip, the distinctive difference between our respective heights normally requiring a trip through the Kama Sutra for the Climbing Lotus position.

  "Gerroff!"

  Miss Lawrence whimpered and ground her hips against my belly. This was torture, without any recourse to nips and clips upon my apparatus. Groaning in pre-orgasmic bliss, my little friend clasped the metal bed-head and dribbled pussy juice upon my fiery loins.

  "She hasn't even touched you yet."

  With a crack the whip landed on Miss Lawrence's unprotected buttocks and she leapt as if she had been shot. A bright angry weal appeared.

  "She has now."

  The whip cracked again.

  Miss Lawrence's whimpers against my neck became more ragged with each crack. She buried her face further into my neck and began to wriggle like an eel on a spear. Her breath came hot against my jugular vein.

  "Harry..."

  Her fingers dug in and her breathing was now loud, gasping for air.

  "Harry... Oh my god... Harry...!"

  Nurse Benjamin let loose a flurry of blows. Jay's whole body began to shake.

  "Oh yes ... Harry ... yes ... yes ... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

  Jay collapsed across my injured body. Nurse Benjamin gave one more lash for luck and stood back. The grip on my neck relaxed. Miss Lawrence slowly slipped off the bed until she was in a kneeling position with her head resting on the mattress.

  She gave a gentle snore.

  Nurse Benjamin looked down at me. I looked up at Nurse Benjamin. Her breath was ragged too with the exertion of whipping – or something related...

  "Now, Mr. Neptune."

  Nurse Benjamin hung the whip over my aerial tractioned foot. She stepped over Jay and knelt on the bed, straddling my chest. She lifted her leather skirt and thrust her pelvis to within a foot of my face.

  Yep, whatever they were, they were leather all right. Tied at the sides with – leather thongs. The mixed smell of leather and woman was intoxicating. I felt my manhood resurge.

  Nurse Benjamin tugged at the thongs and pulled the leather whatsits away. Her wet quim glistened through dark curly damp hair. She grasped the tall bed head and before I could take a decent breath, engulfed me in sweet wet rampant Amazon pussy.

  All I had to do was survive. She took care of everything else. She slipped and slid over my face, grinding herself onto me. Her great thighs gripped my head in a vice.

  I could feel her pulse hammering. I swore I could hear her pulse hammering. She ground harder and harder at me. I would have tried to breathe through my ears, but they were trapped by her thighs.

  My head was pressed back against the pillows. I wondered if I could breathe through her pussy.

  After what seemed hours but must have been no more than a minute or two, she gave a titanic cry and I felt mys
elf drenched with her juices. She went still for a moment, then slowly and lasciviously rubbed herself up and down my dripping face.

  At last she stopped and leaned back.

  "Hah hah hah hah…"

  I wasn't laughing; I was reacquainting myself with the sensation of dragging oxygen into my lungs.

  Miss Lawrence had recovered her senses during this performance and was examining her bottom in the mirror over the washbasin.

  "Look at that, Harry! They'll take weeks to go away!"

  Her bottom was covered with perfectly parallel red stripes. It looked painful. I bet I wouldn't hear the last of it. She'd goad me into taking flogging lessons from Nurse B.

  Nurse Benjamin stepped off the bed and stood looking down at me again.

  "Nasty swelling that. Looks like we'll have to purge it."

  She was looking at my middle section. My nasty swelling began to subside of its own accord.

  Nurse Benjamin tugged at a thong and her jerkin fell off.

  My nasty swelling recovered at a rate of knots.

  Jay trotted back from the mirror and eyed Nurse Benjamin's stupendous breasts. She was recovering rapidly too.

  Nurse Benjamin gripped my nasty swelling in a powerful hand.

  "Careful!"

  My faithful pal, bless her, was concerned that her favorite part of my anatomy was about to be amputated without benefit of proper surgical procedures.

  Nurse Benjamin squeezed gently. I felt an irresistible pressure build.

  "Ohhhhh..."

  That was me.

  Miss Lawrence bent over Nurse Benjamin's hand and gave my helmet a friendly lick. She lifted her head expectantly.

  Nurse Benjamin's dark head lowered. With a sudden movement, she engulfed me. Her lips gripped and slithered and her tongue lashed like the whip had lashed Jay's rear end. She had suction like a tornado over a carrot field.

  "Ahhhhh..."

  Nurse Benjamin released me and Miss Lawrence was there like a shot. She pumped her mouth up and down my length. There was no waiting. This was not a day for drawn out foreplay.

  I came almost before I knew it.

  "AAAAAAAAAAAAH…"