nurse – Page 3 – Contemplating the divine

When her pet-name for you is ‘maggot’

… then you know you’re onto a good thing.

Make sure you get the right one, this time.

She’ll have plenty of sex and plenty of money – she prefers to get them from different people, that’s all. That’s not going to be a problem, is it?

Sexual pleasure is over-rated anyway, so I have been led to understand.

Princess Neive and Miss Analisa, there, and also here. But neither working in person any more, I believe, alas.

Oh well. You can enjoy watching her eat too, I suppose, just like you watch her do the other thing.

I asked a sex worker for a nurse roleplay session and when I got there she threatened to go on strike, harangued me about the state of NHS funding and then fell asleep, exhausted after a 14-hour shift. Exactly as I’d asked for in my pre-session email… what a pro.

Persuasive speech

Ooh! A potential ally. That’s rare: so few women take men’s lib seriously.

You can’t put a price on job satisfaction.

Don’t worry, I’m sure she can’t trace your IP address. Just keep reading Contemplating the Divine… everything’ll be fine.

He doesn’t need to renew his vows to her, of course. I mean, she’s not going to release him from them, or anything.

Oh well. No real harm done. You do look a bit like No. 23, actually – I don’t know whether anyone else has ever mentioned that? But then we all look near-identical… hence the numbers, I suppose.

Derogatory remarks

Did everyone get what they wanted for Christmas? I hope so. I didn’t, not really. But apparently I got what I needed and what I deserved, which I’m given to understand is actually better for me. So that’s nice.

I wonder what she’s talking about. The usual explanatory notes didn’t come with this one, I’m afraid.

I remember – very soon after I started seeing the lady who became my SO – very nervously broaching the subject of whether she might be prepared to try incorporating a little light spanking play into our bedroom routines. But she wasn’t really up for it. She said she preferred to stick with the bullwhip, shock baton and testicle clamps so I just pretended I’d been joking and I dropped the whole subject. I’ve often wondered how my life might have been different, had she said she’d try it… but it’s no use wishing for what might have been, is it?

Well… sex is important in her work, just as crime is important in a policewoman’s.

It’s going better than she’d dared to hope and she hasn’t even reached the gravel yet.

Oh dear… she’s not exactly trying to make you feel special, is she? But then, you’re not.

United and flexible resolve

The ladies of my ever-unpopular Downton Domination series may appear to live lives of idle luxury. But it would be a grave error to mistake requiescence for acquiescence, as I’m sure you’ll agree as soon as you’ve looked up what it means. When Hitler and his gang of thugs made that mistake in 1939, these lionesses answered their country’s call. Spunk, not funk, was the order of the day. They did their bit and this blog is proud to remember Downton Domination’s finest hours.

Not forgetting our gallant and indefatigable allies, of course. What? No, not the bloody yanks you damn fool!

Destructive criticism

I was about to say they don’t get very many complaints but I looked into it and apparently they do get lots and lots of complaints, but they’re invariably withdrawn later. Sometimes by the patients themselves, sometimes by their legal guardians if they’ve been declared mentally incapable. So that’s all right.

Better do what she says. Really.

You do have a safeword, of course. Just use it if it all gets too much, and she’ll stop whatever she was doing immediately and do something else. This, for instance.

Looks like it’s going to be all talk and no action! What a disappointment.

You know, they gave him equal billing with her? Sometimes the world makes no sense at all.

Implacable taste

Let’s hope this little misunderstanding is sorted out quickly. Fortunately, it looks like she’s on the case.

She’ll rearrange you till you’re sane. Or not.

Why are consequences never nice consequences? I once asked my SO that, but she just laughed and hit me in the face.

He’s actually called Trent but thank goodness he’s around, anyway – one less thing to worry about on the big day.

Just a fantasy, obviously. She is far too professional for any such an on-screen slip-up in real life. The guy on the right seems like rather a forward young man, don’t you think?

Angels and devils

My SO hates being accused of cruelty – she’d rather be thanked for it.

Maybe Susie will call you – you know, to even the score?

It’s odd seeing your own cock, scaled up by 300%. Odder still to feel it.

Honestly, does it really matter? I mean, the script doesn’t specify exactly what it is, so it’s hardly going to affect the finished production.

The lovely ladies of Cruella, of course. Enjoying the balmy English summertime, there.

The needle looks a little scary, but really don’t worry: it’s nothing compared to the other stuff that’s planned.

Supremely confident

Thank goodness he’s around.

My SO can be quite inconsistent on this. If a tawse or cane she was hoping to use goes missing – or on one memorable occasion the batteries from her favourite cattle-prod – she instantly suspects me and we ‘have a little chat’ about it. But if a key isn’t where she’d expected it to be it’s ‘just one of those things’ and ‘is bound to turn up in a month or two’. Women. Eh?

As anyone deeply familiar with the OWK photographic record will testify: describing an OWK slave as ‘that one with the stupid moustache’ isn’t really specific enough. They might have to have a lot of slaves punched to be sure to get the right one. Still, no real harm done if so, I suppose.

Am I the only male sub whose first experience of toilet slavery was during the interval during a fully-booked theatrical performance? I suspect not.

…which is actually true of a lot of things, if you think about it. As I’m sure you have. Pervert.

Unethical statements

Both, probably.

She’ll have to break me first…. eeek!

Yes, doing the little dance routine should definitely help with the feeling of humiliation.

I’m never sure whether I prefer sand or seaweed for my punishment meals when we’re at the beach. Not that I actually get to choose, of course.

No harm done. Sissy didn’t need those knees.

Smiles and tribulations

They say the best gift is a memorable experience.

Kind of her to help out. You don’t often see that kind of neighbourliness these days, sadly.

Don’t worry – you’ll go quiet again long before they want to go to sleep.

As my SO likes to say – what could be more humiliating than being you, anyway?

Not forgetting ‘cock-sukking hor’ bit he added afterwards. Do you suppose all the words Raoul can spell correctly in English are synonyms for ‘penis’? Honestly, I don’t see what she sees in him.