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It could be any Sunday now. The precedent has been set.

i had just now got everything situated. Just like most Sundays. Favorite spot on the sectional, perfectly positioned footstool and I’m not planning on being a football widow in the prime of my young life. So that thing is going off, and today you’re playing with me!”

Hiding the remote behind her back, she playfully gyrated as my personal cheerleader… switching off the TVs in the process.

“Game over, Stud. Your team just lost, and now you have to pay the price.”

“WTF, Kourtney? Not today. This is the big game. And I didn’t tell you to take the day off — that was your decision. All your other weekends when I wanna role-play with my hot little wifey, you’re all busy with your young doctors, playing nursie at the hospital.”

“Drives you crazy, does it, poor wittle hubbicums? So maybe you’re notsomuch my football stud, as you are my wannabe patient? Is that what you want? A nursie taking care of you?”

“Well, any other day it might be nice having you attend to me, instead of following all your doctors around doing everything they tell you to do.”

“Oh you would, would you? Well let me see, I think I have my scrubs and a smock right here — hope you don’t mind that I wore it last night on my 12-hr shift. You know, what with all my doctor encounters that you’re so worried about, hubbicums.”

Dang. My eyes followed her into the laundry room where she pulled off her cheerleader skirt. No panties! What a dumbass, I am.

And, oh fuck, now as she pulled up her sweater… shit, no sports bra. Dang. I could have been playing with those pert little nipples if I wasn’t such a dumb jock!

Instead, now she rummaged around in the week’s pile of dirty clothes, and pulled on some togs. And a rumpled top. Adding a stained, white smock that I recognized from last night when she came home late, she now reentered my (formerly) mancave.

“You called for a nursie did you? Well here I am. It’s the end of my shift, I’m tired, sweaty and ready to go home. But instead, you just had to call me again for the humpteenth time tonight to take care of your little problem. Y’know, you could’ve waited 5 more minutes and the next young nursie would have been on duty. But now you’ve got me. So raise your head and let me adjust that pillow one last time. AND NO MORE PEEKING DOWN MY BLOUSE, Mister.”

Playing bursa escort along quickly, I lifted my head and let her lean over me to adjust the pillow portion of the sectional recliner. And I grabbed a great eyeful as she did. What perfect breasts, even if mostly small.

“There. How’s that? In fact, hold still, maybe I need to climb up over you to get it just right. Don’t move.”

And with that, she climbed on me, breasts briefly in view down her loose fitting uniform. Reaching up and behind my head, she leaned into me. But for a thin layer of cotton, her breasts were effectively right at suckable level in my face. Nipples poking out now against my chin. I hardened instantly.

“There, how’s that? Good? And btw, I felt that, Mister. I told ya not to peek. See what it caused? Knock it off or else. Now, put your hands to good use. Feel. The pillow, Silly! Reach up — and no touching btw, you’re not a doctor — feel back behind your head. The pillow — is it perfect for the night? Make absolutely sure, because I’m not coming back. And I’m certainly not climbing up on you like this again. So, how is it? Go on, feel it. Yes or No?”

Dang! It was all I could do NOT to run my hands all over those sexy nips, or reach into her top for a small handful. Instead, I did as she asked, reaching back and faking an attempt to check my pillow at length.

She pressed harder into me now, laying completely on me as she reached up again, now joining her hands to mine, stretching our hands up to their limits while her lips whispered softly just millimeters from my ear.

“There, Mister. How’s that? I think your penis thinks it’s perfect; but is it? Is this just perfect, Yes or No?”

“YES, PERFECT, Miss Nursie!”

“Ok, then… let’s keep it that way. Here, let me make sure.”

With that, I felt her quickly wrap my wrists with her smock belt, and jerking it tight while grabbing my nuts with her free hand.

“Don’t move, Fucker!”. (How could I?)

Pulling my hands down to my nuts, she tied her belt to mine.

“You’ve been entirely way too fresh tonight, Mister. And we need to do something about it before the young intern takes over. Don’t we?”

“Yes, Miss Nursie. That was wrong of me.”

“Indeed.” And with that, she jumped off and ran to the laundry room, grabbing one of the dirty panties from the pile, returning to stuff them bursa eskort in my mouth. “There, perfect. No more complaining out of you for the night.”

“Mmmfffgggtthhhh”

“Yes, you’re quite welcome! And I’ll bet you’d like to have one last spongebath for the night, too, wouldn’t you, Mister? What is this, number five for the night, right?”

” Mmmfffgggtthhhh”

“Yes, you have been quite greedy about that tonight, haven’t you? But hey, why not one more. So let’s get these things off.”

She deftly unbuckled my belt and pulled it through, now as a long leash on my tied hands. Pulling it hard and fast, she laid me out lengthways on the sofa, hands over my head, and securing my belt over around a sofa foot. Grabbing my nuts with one hand, she choked me with the other.

“Behave and your spongebath might go well. Else, notsomuch. Understand?”

I nodded as best I could.

I could feel my jeans being unbuttoned and unzipped. And soon they were retreating down my legs. My whiteys were next. And now my shirt is being pulled up and around my head — I can’t see!

My dick though is rock hard, standing straight up at attention, clearly at the mercy of my own personal Miss Nursie. I’m a lucky motherfucker, even if tied up and now even incapable of watching her every move.

“Ok now, Mister. As I prepare you for your spongebath, it’s decision time. I need to document it on your chart: Shall I write it down that you would like some strenuous physical therapy for your testicles, perhaps even harsh at times? After all, you do have a punishment coming later for looking down my blouse, right? So how does that sound for your prep instead?”

With that, my nuts felt her fist lightly threaten them. One. Two. Three.

“Mmmfffgggtthhhh”

“Oh I see. You instead want me to do everything possible to protect these little fellas? Is that right? Is that what you want in your chart? ‘Protection’?

“Mmmfffgggtthhhh”

“Ok, Protection it is. As you wish, Mister. I’m writing it in your chart: Protection for his wittle wiener it’s in his chart.”

I could hear her now shuffling closer, and now playing with something against my genitals.

“Yes, perfect. You that’s a plan.”

Again footsteps jogged up the stairs.

It seemed like an eternity til noises upstairs resulted in footsteps down the stairs.

But something now seemed different. The person standing beside me in scrubs had something thing hard bumping into my head all too often.

Hands grabbed me and twisted my head, pulling it into the hard thing roughly. Thankfully the shirt over my head protected me from the obvious repulsive body part. But I was being clearly threatened by it, if I didn’t submit.

Quietly he pulled me into it again and again, simulating what I feared. I struggled as best I could and tried to call for my wife. Help me, please. But no words came out.

“Mmmfffgggtthhhh”

“Oh calm down, Honey” a female voice whispered in my ear. It’s only me. But I wanted you to feel what I have to put up all too often at the hospital. Now you know why I come home so tired & sweaty at times. It’s hard being Good Nursie Kourtney.”

Relieved, but not happy about whatever it was she was intentionally driving into me. At least she stopped. For now.

“My doctors assign me to all the worst jobs. I think they’re testing me to see if I’ll cave to their advances to gain their favor. But you should be proud of me, I accept my tasks, no matter. It’s no fun always being assigned to the chastity prescriptions, you know. I mean, it’s fun with you, but not so much every time the doctors bring me in to measure & write-up the chastity prescription for them to sign. Then I have to shave these poor embarrassed souls, before going all the way down to the basement pharmacy and wait for the script to get filled. And of course then I have to bring it up and install it before calling the Dr to come check my work. None of my patients appreciate it — that’s for sure. So they hate me. In fact, all the staff calls me Nurse Khastie. And the doctors even write it on the patients’ room board and insist the patients only call me by that name.”

“Maybe you should call me that, too. If I remove the shirt over your head and my used panties from your mouth, would you be willing to call me as they wish?”

I nodded.

“Ok then”, removing me from my private world, albeit leaving me well secured on the sofa. “So what’s my name, Mister?”

“Nurse Khastie.”

“Good boy. Now enjoy watching your game from there. And don’t worry, I’ll untie you later when you’re used to your device. We’ll only leave it on for the week. If my doctors approve, I’ll release you next Sunday. But now I need to go prepare your real-chart before reporting it tomorrow. You know as a licensed medical professional I have to log ALL medical services, even from home… to my Supervising Doctors. They have the last say, you know. Sorry.”

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