A NURSING HOME by Master R
When I was just fourteen, my very remarkable
father started a project. We lived in a very small, very impoverished
mountain town. There were virtually no medical facilities,
except for my dad, Doc Goldstein. My dad pioneered a small
community hospital/nursing home. I worked there, to help fully
staff the floor moping, dish cleaning brigades, and I also
did the geriatric
physical therapy, as best I could. The town, due to its remoteness,
was unappealing to most young healers, and no therapist wanted
to move up to Roscoe and live in poverty and isolation.
 There
I was, fourteen, with raging hormones and surrounded by NURSES.
There was one nurse in particular, probably in her twenties,
who was the source of most of my adolescent fantasies. My
adolescent fantasies had a lot to do with post-pubescent SM
interests and daydreams. I knew I would never get anywhere
with my seduction of this sexy woman, but she had a younger
sister, who was candy striping. I don't remember the nurse's
name, I think it was Sandy, but I know her sister was Roxanne.
Roxanne was very attractive, a peer, and so, we began to "hang"
together. Finally, one day at my home, when
my folks were out, I got Roxy into bed. I told her of my submissive
and masochistic nature, as best I could, as I still did not
even know that these were classified deviancies, with names
to go with the interests. I tried the "do what you want
with me" approach. All Roxanne did was sit next to me,
mostly clothed, while she relentlessly pinched the head of
my penis. By the
time she was done, I had the most enormous erection, a huge
bruise that covered most of my glans and my first experience
in submission. There is still, to this very day, a small,
darkened spot right at the very tip of my penis! It was certainly
the most excited moment of my young sexuality's growth to
that day.
No more than a week after the experience with
Roxy, I began to think that the older sister was starting
to look my way, perhaps even show some interest in me. I,
of course, wavered between being extremely flattered in my
Id, and deciding I was delusional in my reality. I never considered
that sisters would share. As a teenage boy, I certainly did
not share much with
my sister.
I was in the laundry room, folding the never
ending, newly washed towels. The door opened and there was
my nurse. My arousal was immediate, and to me, very confusing.
What should I do? If I told her of my secret desire for her,
and she was offended...well, my Dad was the director of the
hospital. Need I say more? Suddenly, she was standing way
too close to me. I remember the stunning aroma of clean and
nurse and hair and her arousal. She used her breasts to push
me towards the washing machine. She leaned into me, and I
leaned backwards. Then, in a moment that was wildly confusing,
she took me
by the wrists and said something like, "I understand
you are a masochist."
Well, that really broke my mood. I had no idea
what she had just called me. I did not know if I was good
or bad, safe or in trouble. I swallowed my young teenage pride,
and asked her what she had just said. All she did was smile.
It was the first time I had seen that Dominant smile. Somewhere,
in all the heat of troubled and confused discovery, that smile
connected to
something very deep in my persona. I raised my flag and surrendered.
The only fear I felt was a terrifying thought that someone
might walk in on us. Well gag me with a towel, no one did!
Later, she told me what a masochist
was, and what a sadist was, and she began the explanation
to all I had felt since my opening chapter. I now had the
vocabulary! I had the first clue as to what was driving me.
I also had a much deeper appreciation of the healing
arts. Nursing is indeed a noble profession.
Incidental fact: the largest clientele base
that calls and visits La
Domaine is composed of members of the healing profession,
and of that group, nurses make up the vast majority.
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