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She is dressed plainly compared to her latex, masturbation uniform. Her demeanor is of quiet confidence, and the strange presence of Gerhardt is ignored.
I smile and offer my warmest greetings. But my eyes are drawn back to Gerhardt. In addition to the smooth, shiny, black latex hood covering his face and head, he is belted. I recognize the device as one of the most secure and expensive chastity belts manufactured. Stainless steel with neoprene lining for long-term comfort, the design is considered ineluctable. No male has ever been known to attain an erection or orgasm while wearing one, and I had read of males under strict control wearing such devices for many months, except for occasional respites for cleaning.
Gerhardt is also pierced in dozens of places with sturdy, steel rings along the outer most edges of his arms, legs and torso. There is also a sizable ring, which pierces his septum and protrudes through the hood’s opening for his nose and mouth. Miss Nancy notices my interest.
“It is Gerhardt’s unfortunate lot in life that he finds himself in service to the most skilled masturbatrix in Europe but is kept completely chaste. Rather ironic, don’t you think Doctor?”
With a sardonic laugh, Miss Nancy reaches down and tenderly palms Gerhardt’s free swinging testicles, which dangle under the entrapped penis. She then moves her deft fingers further under and between the thighs and briefly manipulates his perineum, causing Gerhardt to whine with the sensuous stirrings of her touch.
“Maybe next month, Gerhardt. But right now, we’ll have coffee in the parlor.”
She leads me to the adjoining room.
“The rings facilitate cleansing. He can be well restrained, while my maid gives him a sponge bath and the belt is washed.”
Nancy is evidently an American, judging from her speech. She is a person of pleasant appearance, some 45 years of age, tall, with shapely legs and a minimum of the excess weight so prevalent in people of middle age. Her hair is black and hints of untouched gray evidence her lack of vanity. When she points to a chair with a gesture of practiced hospitality, one cannot help notice the juxtaposition of soft fingers mounted on hands and wrists of steel, the many applications of lubricant and the lengthy sessions manipulating the penis having conditioned her anatomy to so adequately fulfill her vocation. Her motioned directive and general demeanor are of a person with purpose and focus. She reminds me of an athlete. When in competition, all thoughts and efforts are committed to the task at hand, and so it is on this sunny morning. The Director has suggested that an acquaintance of Lady Constance wishes to interview her; therefore all of Nancy’s thoughts and deeds will be committed to such.
As with Jasmine, I suggest she provide a chronology of her introduction to and the subsequent development of her skill. She immediately responds, and I hurry to remove pen and paper from my brief bag to capture her words.
“I was a good nursing student. But in serving a period of residency at a local hospital, I was written up twice for poor ‘bedside manners’.
“My advisor recommended entering the military where the lack of such empathy is not viewed with the same degree of gravity.
“I did. But dealing with sniveling males with scratches and bumps was wearing. I found myself catheterizing male patients with objectionable behavior no matter their injury or affliction, usually utilizing as large a diameter tube as I could obtain. It’s termed ‘giving him the hose’ in nursing parlance, and I soon gained a reputation for taming even the most opprobrious of soldiers. You know, Doctor, if the tube is inserted slowly with the proper twist at certain intervals, catheterization can be a marvelously effective method for the application of pain and the establishment of control. Normally, I would perform it on young males who had limited experience with the procedure, and trust me, they soon were groveling with newly found manners.
“And of course the occasional suggestion that changing to a larger tube may be in order kept even the most unruly patient in line.
“Well, my skills did not go unnoticed. Within a year, my supervisor recommended that I be promoted to a supervisory position in a special burn ward in Germany.
“It was an appropriate position for me. My callousness became an asset in treating the sensitive burns of the young soldiers. Despite many medical advances concerning the treatment of burns, the daily cleansing and changes of bandages is quite painful. Only the most aloof of nurses can function properly in the midst of the pitiful cries. And I seemed to revel with the power and complete control.
“I was some two months into my tour when a seasoned Doctor casually mentioned that a particularly young patient with thoroughly bandaged hands needed ‘special treatment’. He had been field-testing a new weapon, which backfired. Well burned but with no permanent damage, his conduct become quite obtrusive with my nursing staff after a couple of weeks. I was too young to recognize the symptoms as the randiness of a male in his sexual prime. But the doctor knew that the inability to utilize his hands was taking its toll. Finally, after another three days the doctor was more specific. ‘Apply generous amount of glycerin based lotion to this patient’s lower midsection and p
ubes, massage vigorously’, was his official orders on the chart.
“At first, I laughed and showed it to the other girls on duty. But when I later looked over the shoulder of one of my charges, as she changed the bed linen of the young soldier, I noticed she was working around a rather stiff erection. She was spending too much time concerned with the patient’s modesty, cautiously removing the sheets in such a manner as to minimize any view of the rather evident bulge in the hospital gown.
“Later at a staff meeting, I brought up the subject of productivity and was shocked to learn how much time my nurses spent in similar situations. You see, Doctor, burn accidents in the military involve the hands in ninety percent of the cases. Bandaged hands mean little or no manual relief. No relief means rather common and prominent displays of the erect male appendage.
“After discussion, I concluded my nurse’s time could be better utilized, and we could also modify the behavior of our patients. So I gave orders. Tumefied males would no longer receive special attention to protect their modesty; quite the opposite. I wanted them exposed to discourage such a condition. One young nurse suggested a special gown, which terminated at the waist. Two of the nurses skilled with needle and thread took the time to modify our supply. Within a week, those patients experiencing tumescence were denied full-length gowns and provided the altered brief garment, which ended at mid stomach some two inches above the navel.
“My young nurses soon became accustomed to the comical sight of their patients attempting to cover their engorged organs. Their bandaged hands and arms made their efforts rather clumsy and eventually the patients were encouraged to lie calmly and let the professional do her job.
“You know, Doctor, we didn’t have the pre-selection process afforded the clinic. The patients had organs of all sizes and shapes, circumcised and uncircumcised. But sometimes putting the more diminutive erections on display was more amusing than the larger ones. And within a few weeks of the new procedure, the nurses became quite comfortable exposing the young males, commenting on their embarrassing state and taunting them about their frustrating state of arousal. On one occasion, a patient made a particularly objectionable comment. In response, his nurse folded the bottom of the bed sheets upwards leaving the young soldier completely exposed from the waist downward. He lay half the morning trying to calm himself, hands and arms heavily bandaged. With his immobility he could only lie, penis pointing straight up, while the entire staff walked by with smiles and curious looks.
“Well, the exhibition proved popular. And the other nurses began to use the shorted sheets with a pair of comfortable ankle straps to ensure control and maximize exposure. The ward is supplied with abundant equipment and paraphernalia enabling the nurses to restrain burn victims in any number of ways. So from that point onward, naughty patients were kept naked from the waist down with no covering.
“It was fun for the staff and the aggressive, young soldiers certainly fell into line quickly. So in order to keep the nurses entertained the bar was raised, so to speak. The young males soon found themselves not only exposed but their genitals shaved as well for the slightest of infractions, such as not finishing a meal, failure to take medication, hesitation in relieving their bladders.
“But as amusing as it all became, there was still the problem of balancing the hormones. Some of the more virile patients would actually begin to shake when a pretty, young nurse turned up the sheets and strapped the ankles, knowing that the humiliation would cause his erection to grow even further and that he would not be released and covered until he could bring it back under control. And that we made very difficult, of course. The ward was a large, open room with partitions to the sides of each bed, but the end was open to passing nurses and staff. We soon learned the proper words and actions to ensure the maximum level of embarrassment. Simple comments, really. But when the male is naked from the waist down, erect and restrained, the reaction to comments concerning the size and shape of his shaved genitals is very interesting. This attention resulted in more tumescence. Thus some of the younger patients spent entire mornings showing off for their nurse.
“But even though we had learned to control the patient, it became evident that some form of relief had to be afforded. Patients receiving skin grafts may be heavily bandaged for months, and the eventual hope and expectation of relief was needed to maintain order in the ward.
“So one of my more deviant nurses suggested we modify the bathing area to provide better cleansing of certain parts of the male anatomy. Burn wards have specially equipped rooms for washing the victims. Because some are immobile, there are all types of suspension harnesses, overhead lifts, large tubs and basins, a cornucopia of devices, all of which can be converted to more lascivious purposes.
“And we put all of it to use.”
Nancy pauses and smiles with the recollection. Gerhardt enters with a tray. Coffee is served by this most interestingly belted and hooded male. His posture and demeanor are totally submissive in the presence of Nancy and, like a pet dog, he occasionally glances at her for approval.
