Gentle Steps to Complete Domination
Roger was a nice guy, that everyone agreed but, maybe, he was just a little too
nice, a little boring. He was short and a little weedy and was very shy with
women so he found it very difficult to find a girlfriend. He wasn't experienced
and his boyish, fumbling charm wore off women very quickly.
He was surprised that Carol stayed with him after one date and wanted to go on
another. Surprised because Carol was beautiful, a little taller than him, blonde
hair with honey skin, startling blue eyes and a figure a Penthouse Pet would
envy. He was even more surprised because of his little problem on that first
date. Premature Ejaculation, it's called and Roger came in his pants when Carol
kissed him, tongue deep in his throat and her long fingers with the red polish
feeling his boner in his pants.
It was embarrassing but she didn't seem to mind, in fact she seemed to like the
power it gave her over him. They went to the movies on the next date and Roger
was petrified the same thing would happen again but it didn't. Instead, in the
movies, she pulled his cock out and slowly jerked him off while chewing gum,
watching the movie and made him come into his handkerchief. It was thrilling but
at the same time and little embarrassing.
Roger fully expected the dates to finish straight away, the fact she lasted two
dates with him was a miracle and she probably would have called it off if it
weren't for the accident.
A car accident, that is. Roger's pick-up was tail ended by a cement truck on the
freeway, his pick-up skidding across two lanes where he was rammed by a courier
truck. The paramedics pried him out with two dislocated shoulders and broken
arms.
He was in an upper body cast, both arms frozen in plaster at right angles to his
body so he looked like some weird Aztec totem pole. "You'll have to keep the
plaster on for six weeks," the doctor said, obviously bored by the whole thing."
"Six weeks! You're kidding me, right?" Roger said hopefully but the doctor
didn't even bother to answer, just walked out and left him with the nurse.
"We've taken the catheter out," the nurse said, "you have a small bathroom there
and there's a bidet for when you defecate as you won't be able to use toilet
tissue."
"But......"
"Are you listening?"
"Yes, Nurse, but...."
"It's really very simple. You'll be out of here in a few weeks and we'll give
you a brochure on how to fix your toilet at home." She left, the door slammed
shut and Roger realized he was naked under the cotton sheet that covered him.
Made sense, he thought, I couldn't pull any pants down, makes it easy.
Roger spent the day watching television, soap operas as he could change the
channel and the nurse had turned it onto the soap channel and left. During that
time he had managed to stumble from the bed, arms frozen at shoulder height and
go to the bathroom. He had to turn sideways to get into the bathroom but he
managed it, sat down to piss and even used the bidet, which had a foot pedal to
turn it on.
It was late in the afternoon when the door to his private room burst open and
Carol rushed in. She had obviously come straight from her office, she was a
successful mergers and acquisitions lawyer and was dressed in a gray business
suit, jacket, blouse and skirt; quite conservative but she always looked as sexy
as hell. What did she see in me, Roger wondered for the umpteenth time, I'm a
clerk at the video store and she's a lawyer?
They had met at the video store when she had asked for a porn video. Roger had
stuttered and blushed as he took her to the porn area and she laughed when she
saw how red he was. "You're blushing," she laughed, "how cute. What time do you
finish?"
"At eleven."
"I'll swing by and we'll have coffee," she said and that was that.
Carol kissed his cheek, her perfume tickling his nose and then she arranged
herself in the visitors' chair. "Poor baby," she pouted. "Does it hurt?"
"Not now but it did in the accident."
"Poor baby," Carol said again, resting her hand on his leg, which was covered by
the sheet and Roger felt his cock start to move at her touch. "You look a little
helpless in that cast," she said slyly. "How do you go to the toilet?" Red
faced, Roger explained, mumbling and looking away. "How sweet," Carol said, "so
you have to sit down to pee now?" Roger nodded, face still red. "How long do you
have to keep it on?"
"Six weeks."
"Six weeks!" Carol exclaimed and she also seemed delighted. "Poor baby," she
said again but it wasn't that genuine. She's upset, Roger reasoned, upset at the
accident.
Carol's finger started making circles on his leg and she said suddenly, "What
have you got on under that?" Not waiting for an answer, she flipped the sheet
back to display Roger's cock as it was rising into hardness. "Hmmm," she smiled,
"look's like you are pleased to see me."
"Carol," Roger said but she quickly cut him off.
"Shh, baby," she said, slipping her fingers around his cock and began slowly to
pull up and down, Roger was soon moaning, feeling the come building when she
suddenly stopped.
"How will you jerk off, baby?" Carole asked, her fingers resting on his thigh,
so close to his rigid cock but so far away. "You do jerk off, don't you?" she
said in a calm voice and Roger felt embarrassed by the fact the sheet had been
pulled down so his hard cock was exposed to anyone who walked in. "Don't you?"
"Yes." He croaked his confession with a red face.
"I knew it, all guys do," she said as her long finger gently stroked the
sensitive ridge of his cock. "How often do you do it?"
"What?" Roger grunted, his body tense as she used her long fingernails to gently
scratch his balls.
"How often did you jerk off? Every day, once a week, what?"
"Every day," he mumbled, face glowing.
"Every day?" Carol was incredulous. "Just once or more than once?"
"Sometimes twice," he admitted, wanting her to jerk him off more than anything
in the world.
"Is that the nurse coming?" Carol suddenly asked, eyes twinkling.
Roger was horrified. "Carol, cover me up!" he hissed but she just smiled, her
fingers slowly caressing the length of his cock.
"Don't you want to come?"
"Yes," he mumbled.
"Just ask me, just ask me nicely."
Roger wanted to feel her fingers around his cock more than anything and so he
said, "Please help me come?"
"How?"
"Jerk me off?"
"Better, but ask nicely."
"Please Carol, jerk me off?"
"That was easy, wasn't it?" she said, beaming and kissed him on the cheek, her
fingers encircling his cock. "Wait a moment," she said, looking around, "there
aren't any tissues. I'll go ask the nurse."
"Carole," Roger exclaimed in terror but she had walked out so quickly, leaving
his rock hard cock still exposed.
The door opened and to his relief it was Carol, clutching a wad of tissue in her
hand. "You didn't ask the nurse, did you?" he asked, horrified.
"Yes, why not? She seemed to understand. I bet a lot of male patients get hand
jobs from their girlfriends. Now," she said sitting down and slipping her
fingers around Roger's cock, "where were we?"
"Please jerk me off?" he asked hopefully and Carol smiled.
"You are a quick learner." Her hand began to slowly jerk him off and, as
expected, it didn't take Roger long, coming into the wad of tissues Carol held
in her other hand. "Was that nice?" she asked as she wiped him.
"Yes," he mumbled.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Don't you think you should thank me?"
"Thanks Carol," he said quickly and she smiled and dropped the sodden tissues
into the wastepaper basket.
"The bathroom is there," Roger nodded at the small door, hinting.
"I don't need to go, baby," she smiled, "but thanks."
"No, I mean, you can flush the tissues."
"Why? The wastepaper basket is just as good."
"But they'll see it, they'll know!"
"So? As I said, I expect it's what normally happens. Besides," she said firmly,
"there isn't anything you can do about it, is there? I must go. Bye baby," she
said, pulling the sheet up over his groin and kissing Roger goodbye.
Roger watched her go, returned to the soap opera but the wet tissues in the
wastepaper basket appeared to him to be almost a time bomb of humiliation
waiting to explode.
