The Decision, A Femdom Novel

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

“You’re a big boy.”

The stern nurse, in her mid forties, speaks as if to a child needing solace. Her air of authority, her calm demeanor despite standing between the outstretched thighs of a young, erect male, suggests many years of experience. It is evident that she has seen much.

And when she begins to lecture her cohort, another nurse, very young and pretty, the helpless patient begins to realize that he is not the first naked and aroused male whom she has attended.

“I’m Nurse Ingrid. This is Nurse Karen. I understand you’re going to be prepared for the decision tomorrow.”

Aphoristic words, considering the patient’s naked and bound status. Such are intended to draw attention and establish authority as Nurse Ingrid picks up the clipboard and reads.

“Notice the full erection, Karen? Always a sign that the psychologists have accurately prognosticated the desired behavior and predilections.

“Let’s see...name is Nicholas Strothers. Born February 1982...makes him 24. He put himself up to pay off credit card debt...seen that before...excellent health...penis measured at nine inches...says here he’s quite servile...”

Young Nurse Karen, blonde and blue eyed, smiles holding a cloth covered tray. As Nurse Ingrid reads in a voice of institutional monotone, it becomes apparent to patient Nicholas that his ignominious circumstances amuse the young nurse. He bristles in having his life so summarized, all intimacy exposed.

“Well, what these lads never realize, never come to face, is the reason they put themselves in such financial calamity to begin with.”

Nurse Ingrid extends her right hand out to the side, swings and viciously smacks the purple p***s tip of the fully erect Nicholas Strothers. The move is quick, brisk and cruel. There comes a cry of agony as the expertly placed swat immediately begins detumescence. Nicholas Strothers’ nine inches shrinks rapidly with Nurse Karen stifling a giggle.

“Can’t cath you like that, big boy...”

Nurse Ingrid turns and lifts the cloth from the tray to prepare the paraphernalia beneath.

“Yes, the self destructive tendencies are the common characteristics. There’s always something to cause the downfall, seemingly ‘forcing’ the subservient male to reach out for help...when actually such is self induced. A deep need finally uncovered....ultimately addressed by ‘volunteering’ for servitude.”

Nurse Ingrid holds up a tube of flexible rubber. One end is slightly bulbous. The other divides into two.

“You didn’t have to sign all those credit card bills, now did you, Nicholas? Perhaps I should begin calling you Nicole...”

Nurse Ingrid laughs for the first time, finding humor in the patient’s predicament.

“Let’s settle on Nickie...

“But you did sign. And then the ‘only’ solution was to put yourself up at auction...take the cash...pay everything back...and seek a few years of asylum with a wealthy woman of Dominance...as if that will cure all...the answer to all your problems...subordinating your demented self destructive will to a woman of both means and authority. We see it so often, Karen. Like a broken record which keeps repeating.”

The left hand grasps the deflated p***s tip. The right aligns the end of the tube with the urethral opening. There is lubricant but not nearly enough for complete comfort. Still, to the sound of a gasping ‘Nickie’, Nurse Ingrid slowly but steadily pushes to thread the catheterization tube into the once firm p***s.

“Watch how I judge the penetration,” Nurse Ingrid instructs as her left hand slips to the edge of the basin and caresses behind and beneath the scrotum.

The p***s seems to swallow the small bulbous tip with ‘Nickie’ cringing in anguish. It slides inward, not quickly, but certainly not slowly as Nurse Ingrid firmly pushes.

“The urethra is very close to the surface of the skin here,” Nurse Ingrid continues indicating the perineum. “Yes, I can feel the tip of the tube as I push...”

Nickie noticeably spasms bringing another smile to Nurse Ingrid’s dour face.

“Got it! The prostate gland always likes to announce itself...a nice ‘Hello’ for its owner,” Nurse Ingrid jokes.

“Here at the clinic, that’s how we cath the subordinate male. Now watch the fun, Karen.”

The left hand moves to hold in place the inserted tube. The right retrieves a syringe from the tray.

“Saline. I just inject it here, pushing open this valve where the tube bifurcates. Then when I press the plunger, that little bulb at the business end of the catheter expands within the urethra. Normally, it is expanded in the bladder to hold the cath in place. At the clinic, we have found it more amusing to pressure the prostate gland.”

Nurse Ingrid presses. There comes an immediate howl as the tiny bulb tensions that unique male gland. Nicholas Strothers’ feels the effect of a controlling feminine hand deep within his male anatomy. It is painful. It is degrading. But it is also strangely stimulating.

“He’ll stiffen...and it will hurt...and that will return him to flaccidity...and then he’ll stiffen again only to bring more pain....and the loss of the erection. Takes days to become accustomed to our little way of cathing the male...”

Nurse Ingrid clips closed the evacuating end of the tube, obviating bladder relief.

“And of course, we’ll control when the patient is permitted relief.”

Nurse Ingrid steps back, and Nurse Karen knows to also retreat.

“Wonder what the decision will be for this one. It’s never possible to guess. With every acquisition, there is a different role to be fulfilled...different thoughts about the efficacy of orchiectomy.”

There comes silence as the nurses observe their catheterized charge. For Nicholas Strothers, the moments are awkward as the smug Nurse Ingrid stares in a combination of disdain and satisfaction...an odd pride in seeing the naked male face his comeuppance. With Nurse Karen, there is a look of joy, learning that the respect for virile gender acquired in her youth was misplaced.

“Keep him well watered, Karen. He’s yours for the evening, and you can begin shaving him. All body hair must go, as you are aware. I’ll be back when I think he needs draining.”