The Decision, A Femdom Novel

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

“Yes, plumped to fullness. It keeps them nice and erect, Karen. ‘Piss proud’ in the male vernacular.”

The experienced nurse smoothes her hands over the entire naked form, noting the distended belly. Nurse Karen has spent much time gliding a straight razor over every inch of accessible flesh, denuding her patient of most hair when not offering more water. Her labors are more than adequate, and the fingers move to poke and prod at the abdomen, adding undesired pressure to the overextended belly. It is exactly what Nicholas Strothers does not need...more feminine examination...more apprehension...more expectation of pending relief. And sure enough, he begins to stiffen; his p***s performing for his tending nurse just like a trained animal.

“Yes, here it comes. Make it nice and firm for me and maybe I will release the clamp. All that nasty fluid gone.”

With the nurse’s embarrassing comments, the cathed p***s does indeed firm. The right index finger diddles the overly sensitive frenum, an apparent well practiced maneuver, and an observing Nurse Karen begins to giggle annoyingly.

“They’re all the same, Karen. Eager to show off. Display their virility for one last time.”

Pain begins to override the ephemeral ecstasy. The patient begins to squirm with the bulbous tube abrading the prostate gland. Finally, Nicholas Strothers, struggling with the new environment, new rules of engagement, begins to plead.

“Please Nurse Ingrid...Miss Ingrid...I need to go real bad.”

“Yes, of course you do.”

The woman with many years tending to the humbled and subordinate male smiles wickedly.

“But that does not mean you will. Keep in mind that it is I who is in charge. I who will decide. Still, if you enjoy begging, I may consider ever so slightly releasing the little clamp, which will mean so much to you. Perhaps a little more pleading will persuade me. Describe for me how it feels to be so much under control...such basic functions completely under a woman’s tutelage...how in a perverse mind such as yours feminine governance so much thrills. How deeply you enjoy your naked subservience...despite not yet having met your new owner.”

There is silence. The nurse’s prescient words strike a chord. Why is it that Nicholas Strothers finds himself aroused? Yet, there is overwhelming need. Nurse Karen has supervised the filling of the bladder. Nicholas Strothers has incorrectly assumed that the emptying thereof would commence with the merciful fingers of one who understands best the incredible need.

He is wrong. Relief must not be assumed...it must be earned.

“Please, Miss Ingrid, may I please empty myself?”

“No, Nickie. Try it this way...‘may I please perform for you...may I please urinate for you and Miss Karen’.”

With a quavering voice, the words come forth, of course. The need is great...any will to resist completely depleted.

A gloved left hand reaches to the clamp at the end of the tube. A similarly gloved right hand slips under the well spread thighs. Nicholas Strothers is incredulous as he feels fingers playing about his anus. There seems to be no end to the ignominy.

“The floor here is drained and can be easily cleansed. Why not just go on the tiling? I’ll release the clamp just a little, and you can finally empty yourself...your groveling at last requited.”

The hapless patient feels fingers probe and then slide into his rectum. Such embarrassment! As the left hand releases the clamp, which offers such great relief, one finger then two penetrate where no woman has before explored. Then there is felt the thumb rubbing the perineum just as the clamp is released...but ever so slightly.

“Go ahead. You said you needed to go. Since you’re not fully catheterized you’re going to need to work a bit. Press with your belly. Be a good boy for me...pst...pst.”

The sibilant sounds are those offered a toddler in potty training, the degradation quite intentional.

Yet Nicholas Strothers finds that Nurse Ingrid is correct. Even with clamp open, he must labor to begin a flow. In desperation, he presses to contract his stomach muscles and the long build up begins its journey. It is a modest stream but the sense of relief is great. Finally, after many forced glasses of water, after much of Nurse Karen’s annoying coaxing, he can rid himself of the constant pressure and need.

But there also comes even more embarrassment as the sound of urine meekly dribbling on the floor fills the room. And Nurse Karen heightens the shame with an enthusiastic ‘good boy’, again as if potty training a child. Then the flow slows to a trickle as Nicholas Strothers feels Nurse Ingrid work her fingers. Her claw grip clasps together her thumb on the perineum and the fingers penetrating his rear passage. In finally squeezing off the flow completely, her wicked effort puts the bladder in an uproar. Nicholas Strothers presses mightily yet all flow stops. Nothing happens. Nothing can. Nurse Ingrid laughs in exercising her control.

“Well, I released the clamp. What happened?”

“Your fingers, Miss Ingrid. You’re stopping me from going.”

“Well I said I would open the clamp, and I did. Now you need something else. Such a demanding boy. You seem to require much attention.”

Nurse Ingrid laughs evilly. Nurse Karen stands observing with an equally wicked grin.

“Now, try pressing harder...and if that does not work, you can begin begging again and maybe I will lessen the pressure of my fingers. We have much time, and your entreaties amuse. You do like to amuse women, don’t you, Nickie? You do like to perform? Isn’t that really why you’re here?”

And so the evening progressed. In the end it took Nicholas Strothers almost as long to empty his bladder as it did to fill it....Nurse Ingrid’s deft fingers cutting off the flow at her whim, the naked patient begging to continue emptying himself.

And Nicholas Strothers learned indeed that much of his new role was to perform and amuse.