The Decision, A Femdom Novel

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Nicholas Strothers awakens to the feel of movement about those anatomical parts that have commanded so much attention. His eyes open to see that the doctor has returned. After many, many hours, the basin on the small table propped between his thighs is removed. His balls appear sleek, dripping with the remnants of the soothing solution.

Nurse Ingrid pulls away the small table. The doctor steps even closer. Gloved hands once again palpate where a man normally enjoys a woman’s touch. The room air cools the wet scrotal flesh making the doctor’s gloved hands feel intensely warm.

“Not a hair remaining. Karen shaved well. I dare say the follicles are suppressed enough to inhibit immediate regrowth of hair.”

The doctor notices that her patient has stirred from slumber.

“Well today’s your day, big boy. I’m sure your muscles are cramping, and you’d like to move.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good,” the doctor replies in jovial spirits as she retrieves a hypodermic needle.

“Just a little something to ensure you remain a good boy. Nurse Ingrid tells me you were quite humble last night...very respectful. That’s a good start.”

The side of the left buttock is callously jabbed. Nicholas Strothers lurches in his bonds as an unknown quantity of colorless liquid is injected.

“Our little secret as to the exact formulation. Let’s just say it helps make good boys be better and makes those boys thinking of being bad a lot less fractious.”

The chemical takes effect immediately. A muscle relaxant mixed with a tinge of a neuroleptic soon has Nicholas Strothers feeling incredibly loopy. A smile forms that cannot be suppressed. He feels goofy, and his bound nakedness becomes embarrassingly obvious despite having been strapped to the examination chair for nearly 48 hours. The doctor steps back, looks at the comical face, and smiles. She steps forward and further forces open the right eye and then left to note the distant look.

“Yes, you’re going to be quite docile for us. And if the decision is made to harvest these plums, you’re docility will become conveniently permanent and most amusing for your new owner.”

The gloved right hand moves to the left n****e and pinches most cruelly and twists. The maneuver is sudden, unexpected, and incredibly painful. The hyper relaxed Nicholas Strothers cries out, the agony seemingly magnified.

“Interesting potion, is it not, Mr. Strothers? The muscles are most relaxed, but the nerve receptors seem to be working on overtime...the formulation enhances all pain. Do keep that in mind and try doubly hard to be obedient.”

Nurse Karen wheels in a gurney. Propped on top is an odd frame covered in vinyl with thick padding beneath.

“Ok, Nurse Karen will release you. You’ll have some difficulty controlling those long, immobile limbs and muscles, but just listen and obey. We’ll need you on top of the gurney, kneeling, tummy down. You can see that curved section to cradle your neck and head at the far end. At this end, where it rises, we’ll want your hips resting there. So you’ll be kneeling, head down, buttocks up. Move your knees when instructed, so when we strap you onto the frame, your testicles will be well exposed. That’s important for making the decision. Your owner will want to look over her new property.

“And I suggest, just as you learned to humble yourself before Nurse Ingrid, you find even more humility while the decision is being made.”

Nurse Karen releases the various restraints as the doctor instructs. The strange narcotic has Nicholas Strothers listening carefully. There is curious attentiveness despite the physical state of relaxation. The mental alertness juxtaposes oddly with the physical languor.

The pretty young nurse directs, and the patient finds his limbs moving almost in spite of himself. It feels as if another is in control. When the soothing feminine voice commands ‘arm here...feet here...’ Nicholas Strothers instantly responds. Within minutes, the naked form kneels atop the gurney. The curious frame most comfortably accepts the tummy and torso...hips very high...neck resting low in a semi circular pedestal. Nurse Karen works with alacrity to strap the forearms to the sides of the gurney as well as the feet and calves. A length of foam rubber is placed over the back of the neck, and a broad strapped is tightened to secure the head. Lastly, an adjustable bar is placed between the knees. Nurse Karen works a crank to lengthen the bar and assure the knees are parted as far as possible.

When finished, an embarrassed Nicholas Strothers feels his depilated scrotum helplessly swinging between well parted thighs. The sense of complete exposure is heightened when he once again feels the gloved hands of the doctor begin to palpate his precious organs.

“Perfect, Karen. The plums are just where I need them in order to work. High enough so I can see...low enough to be accessible to my hands.”

Nurse Karen moves to the rear to stand next to the doctor and also admire the view. With a light playful slap, Nicholas Strothers emits a surprised grunt as he feels his testicles sway about in response. He hears the nurse giggle again. He can picture the wicked smile of the doctor and wonders which feminine hand so brazenly took the liberty.

The adjustable table which served to hold in place the basin is shortened and propped over the bar forcing apart the knees. The basin returns and Nicholas Strothers once again feels his scrotum immersed in warm liquid.

“To the exhibition room,” the doctor instructs.

A smiling nurse Karen moves to the head end of the gurney and grasps the front rail.

“Come now, Nickie,” she mockingly proclaims. “I’m going to shave where I did not have access, and then it will be time to display yourself for your new owner.”

The pretty, blonde and blue eyed girl pulls. The wheels turn. The gurney moves with little required effort.

Nicholas Strothers is taken to meet his fate by the simple efforts of a mere teenaged girl. For the first time, there sets in a rage, a very curious urge to resist. But his arms and legs are strapped to the gurney. And he realizes that, even without the bindings, the doctor’s strange potion precludes the coordinated capability of brain governing body. The mind’s command to resist is met with an indifferent reply. There is a languid apathy, a failure to react, despite the dire consequences of Nurse Karen’s journey.