****** An Appointment with the Nurse by Mark Wilson ******
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An Appointment with the Nurse


This story is fiction - mostly. It is inspired by two events that are recounted
within the story. However, most of the story is entirely made up. The nurse is
very real. I leave it to the reader to decide which events are based on fact
and which are entirely fiction. This story contains graphic descriptions of
sexual acts. If you do not want to read about such things, then do not read
this.

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I recalled writing my previous story with some pride now that it had been
published on the Internet. I had added my e-mail address to the end and had
invited comments. I had even added a tongue in cheek comment about inviting
offers for a scene. I had read quite a few comments from various readers, some
scathing and some encouraging. Most of the responses complained that the story
was not long enough. I remembered the old theatrical adage: leave them wanting
more. One e-mail in particular caught my attention. It was from one `Sister
Niki'. Somehow, I attached this title to some little old nun somewhere about to
lecture me about the moral rights and wrongs of my story.

I opened the e-mail, only to discover that I could not have been more wrong.
Sister Niki claimed to be in the nursing profession. What is more, she appeared
to be offering a whole weekend doing that which I wrote about in my story. The
content of her message was such that either it was a complete wind up or very
serious indeed. I chose to respond. Almost by return, I got a reply that
suggested that the latter was the case.

It transpired that she occupied an apartment in Central London. Fortunately, I
lived in Surrey in South England. We had a short exchange of messages in which
I attempted to establish if she was really serious. I believe she was doing the
same thing. She certainly attempted to verify that I was really interested in
everything that was in the story. It was revealed that she wanted me to visit
her at her apartment; that she wanted me to turn up on a Friday afternoon, and
that I would not be expected to leave before Sunday. Somehow, the whole idea
grew on me and I replied agreeing to her request and proposing a weekend. The
next day, I got a reply agreeing the date. It included an address; stated that
I should arrive sharp at 3 o'clock; could expect a wild perverted weekend and
that she might have one or two surprises for me. She had me intrigued if
nothing else.

Day 1

Having taken the afternoon off work, I drove the 40 miles or so into London
armed with a map and a small overnight bag. I quickly found my bearings and
located the road in the address. About fifty yards later, I found the apartment
building. Fortunately, Niki was right about there being plenty of parking. I
approached the large front door. Nervously, I pressed the button marked `15'. A
voice answered. I explained who I was. The voice told me to come on up to the
second floor. A buzzing sound emanated from the door. I gave it a push and
entered. I found apartment number 15 and knocked. The door swung open.

A brunette woman of about 30 greeted me who identified herself as Sister Niki.
She was dressed in a sister's nursing uniform. Not one of the cheap ones in the
local sex shop. This was a real uniform, except the dress part was extremely
short and the whole thing fitted her body very well indeed. I quickly became
aware as she moved that she was wearing stockings under the dress and that her
nipples protruded through the uniform very clearly indeed. To finish off she
wore very high-heeled shoes: not something normally worn by a nurse.

"Come in," she commanded. "Go into the bathroom," she continued, pointing out a
door, "Get undressed, and put your clothes in the basket on the floor. You can
leave your bag beside them. There is a towel on the bath, if you wish to
freshen up. When you are undressed, put on one of the gowns on the bottom shelf
by the bath. When you have down that, come in here," she finished pointing to a
second door.

She was playing this out to the full. I complied with her instructions and got
undressed. I took the gown from the shelf. It was one of those gowns that you
get in hospitals that do up at the back. It was even starched just like in
hospital. I put it on and entered the room indicated earlier. I gasped as I
entered. The room was just like some clinic, austerely decorated. Glass fronted
stainless steel cabinets round the edge of the room, each containing an
assortment of medical instruments. In the centre of the room was a bench, which
had two supports for legs at one end. The only things that were out of place
were the straps on the bench. Sister Niki sat on a stool next to a desk, where
her dress rose above the tops of her stockings.

"Ah!" she said. "Just sit on the table please," she continued.

I complied. She produced a stethoscope and a blood pressure meter, and took my
blood pressure. Then she listened all over my chest. She scratched some notes
on a clipboard.

"Take off your gown please," she commanded.

I slipped out of the gown and placed it on the table. She grabbed my balls and
gave them a thorough examination. She then grabbed my cock and examined it
carefully but sensually. Much as I resisted, my cock grew hard. She seemed to
ignore it.

"I see you're here with problems with the water works and your back passage,"
she announced.

"Am I?" I responded. "I mean; I am," quickly getting into the swing.

"OK, lie down on the table with you head at this end," she said, indicating an
end and raising this end up so that part of the table inclined.

I complied. The table was too short, and my legs hung off the opposite end. She
took hold of my left leg and lifted it into the support at the foot of the
table, adjusting its position. The right leg was dealt with similarly. I was
now lying with my legs supported well apart, my cock; balls and arse freely
available. As I looked up, I noticed a mirror on the ceiling. It was positioned
so that I could see the entire length of the table and my body. I was going to
be able to see everything that Sister Niki did.

"I suppose you ought to be strapped down," she observed.

"I guess so," I responded. "Yes please," I thought.

Sister Niki buckled up two straps on each of the leg supports. She then reached
over and pulled a strap over my body and did that up. She then slotted two
armrests into the table. Each armrest had two straps, one for the wrist, and
one at the elbow. Another strap was done up a little more loosely round my
neck. The final strap reached round my forehead.

"I expect, you are wondering what is going on," she asked.

"I was getting curious," I said.

"I really am a nurse," she confided. "In fact I am a sister at the hospital
down the road. The department in which I work, sees many male patients in
various degrees of undress. Unfortunately, in that situation, I cannot do what
I want with them. But here I can.

"I play out the nurse for a while, then my more perverted side takes over, and
I start to have some fun with my patients."

"I'm surprised you don't make this your job," I suggested. "Some people would
pay for this."

"I know," she countered. "I do advertise my services and I do charge. However,
most people just want an hour or so, and I can't do very much in an hour. So
occasionally, I try to have someone visit for much longer. That way I can
indulge my self, and my patient indulges his wishes as well. Besides, as this
isn't a professional relationship, I can go much further."

"How much do you charge, just out of interest," I enquired.

"œ150 an hour," she said. "And for that, my clients get to do whatever they
want, no extra charges. But this way, I get to do what I want, though within
the boundaries of what I know you like.

"Now that I have you where I want you, are you still game," she enquired.

"Absolutely!" I responded. I felt that I was going to have a ball.

"Good," she said. "I have a few things planned. I also am going to try one or
two things that may be new to you, but we'll see how we go eh!"

With that she produced a gag, that she placed in my mouth and secured around
the table. A small squeeze bulb was attached and with a few puffs the gag grew
in size, filling my mouth. She then reached behind herself, and with a zipping
sound, the dress fell to the floor. She now had on just the stockings held up
with a suspender belt. Over this was a pair of panties with no crotch to them
at all. Her mound above her cunt was shaved completely bald. She had on a bra,
but her nipples protruded through two holes, which was why they stuck out so
much through the uniform. And through each nipple was a large metal ring.

She went to one of the display cabinets and pulled out a strap on dildoe. She
stepped into it and pulled into position and secured the straps. She rubbed on
some gel from a tube, and applied a little to my arse.

"Now we shall open up your arse a bit," she said.

And with that remark, she offered the tip of the dildoe to my arse and slowly
entered me. It was a little painful at first, but as she got into her rhythm,
the pain subsided, and it became quite pleasurable. I had been fucked by a few
strap on dildoes by now, and even a real cock on occasions.

"This one's obviously too small," she observed.

She went back to the cabinet and produced a real monster. But this one had a
second dildoe attached to it every bit as large as the first. She applied a
little gel to both dildoes. She carefully pushed the dildoe on her side of the
straps into her cunt, groaning as she did so. I wondered how she was able to
take such a monster. Then I remembered, I was about to find out. She fastened
the straps, but more loosely this time. Again, she offered up the tip of my
dildoe to my arse, and gently pushed. This one was not going in so easily. She
was patient, and allowed my arse to expand to the size, until after much delay,
it slowly slid in.

It was a very tight fit indeed. I realised as it slid in that the shaft had
some form of patterning as I could feel every indentation and protrusion.
Sister Niki started fucking in and out.. As she did so, her own dildoe was
doing a similar job on her cunt. Although it was painful, it felt wonderful. I
could feel this monster going in and out, ramming against my prostate with
every thrust. Sister Niki was also enjoying the assault on her cunt as she
moaned and then screamed at an obvious orgasm. After a good while, she pulled
out.

I could almost feel the cold air blowing in my over stretched hole. Sister Niki
(I suppose I should drop the title `Sister' as she had by now lost the uniform
and was not now behaving like a nurse) lowered the raised portion of the table
so that I was now completely horizontal. She came to the head end of the table.
She deflated and removed the gag. She then leaned over and one of her pert
nipples brushed my lips. I opened my lips and took it into my mouth and gently
sucked, poking my tongue through the ring.

"You took that dildoe well," she said. "You've had a lot of practice."

"Yes, as a matter of fact I have," I replied, letting go of the nipple.

"Have you ever tried a real cock," she enquired.

"Yes, as it happens," I volunteered.

"Oh good!" she said with a sly grin. "That might give me an idea for another
time."

"So I'm going to be invited back then?" I thought to myself.

Niki then stood up and threw her leg over my head like she was mounting a motor
cycle. She was now standing legs firmly apart right over my head. I had a worms
eye view of her cunt. She reached down and pulled the lips apart. I saw for the
first time that the inner lips each had a metal ring through them and at the
top a third ring passed through her clitoris. She gently lowered her pussy
towards my mouth.

"Lick my cunt," she ordered.

I needed no second order. My tongue snaked up and discovered that she was very
wet, presumably from the fucking that the double dildoe had given her. I found
it fascinating playing with her rings with my tongue. I had often seen pictures
of girls with rings through their genitals, but this was the first time that I
had ever seen them in the flesh (so to speak!).

I could run my tongue around her clit and through the ring dangling from it.
She moaned as I did so and lowered herself even more onto my captive head.
Before long, she raised herself off of me and stood beside the table. She
raised the head end of the table back up again slightly.

"OK, let's get down to the serious stuff then," she quickly said.

"You mean that wasn't," I replied.

"Oh, good God no!" she responded.

She manoeuvred an office type chair to the foot of the table. Then she wheeled
a trolley to its side. The trolley had all manner of medical bits and pieces on
it.

"Let's see how big your cock is," she said.

"I would have thought that was obvious from looking," I thought to myself.

With that she produced a shiny stainless steel rod with a slight curve in it.
She applied a little gel to the end of my cock and to the rod.

"This is called a sound," she informed me. "It is used to stretch the urethra:
that's the hole you piss through. This one is 6 millimetres in diameter. A
small one really."

She offered the sound up to the end of my cock and slowly inserted it. I could
feel it enter, especially as it was cold, but otherwise no real discomfort.
Soon it was all the way in. She then withdrew it and tossed it into a dish. She
then took another one, but this was bigger. She applied a little gel and slowly
inserted it. This was repeated three more times. Each sound a little larger
than the last. I could feel each more and more. With the sixth sound she
inserted, it was becoming obvious that my piss hole was now being stretched as
the sound started to hurt as it entered. She inserted it more slowly, easing it
in and out so that I could get used to it. Eventually it was in. She slowly
withdrew it and tossed it in the dish. She then took a bigger one yet; gelled
it; and started to insert it. This one hurt. It felt like my piss hole was on
fire. Still she slowly inserted it, teasing it in and out. It hurt like hell,
but it was going in. After some patience, she was rewarded when just the end
protruded from my cock. She slowly withdrew it and tossed it aside.

I expected her to try yet another, but she didn't. Instead she got off the
chair.

"That last one was 13 millimetres," she said. "Just over half an inch," she
continued.

She then took a large rubber bag from the trolley. She went over to the wash
basin and proceeded to fill it with water. She returned and hung it from a
stand next to the table. She then produced a long rubber tube, which was about
3 feet long and half an inch in diameter with a squeeze type bulb at one end.
She connected this to a tap, which was connected to a tube emerging from the
bottom of the bag. She opened the tap slightly, until water emerged from the
end of the end of the tube. She then closed the tap. Applying a generous
helping of gel to the tube and to my arse hole, she inserted the end of the
tube into my arse, and slowly pushed it in. Slowly, she inserted it. If it
reached an obstruction, she briefly opened the tap and the obstruction seemed
to clear. Soon the whole tube was inside me. She squeezed the rubber bulb a few
times and I could feel something getting bigger just inside my arse. I could
also see part of the tube inflating immediately next to my arse. The tube was
sealed in.

Next she took a much shorter and thinner tube from a plastic package. Again she
applied some gel and a small amount to the tip of my cock. Slowly she inserted
the tube, which she had explained was a catheter. I could feel this tube going
in, it was an amazing feeling. Just before it was all in it hit an obstruction.
She asked me to try and piss. As I tried, the catheter slid in the last bit and
gave me this sensation of actually wanting to piss. She offered a small syringe
to a small side tube and injected some water. She gave the catheter a slight
tug to demonstrate that it would not now pull out.

"Right, now that I have taken over control of both your cock and your arse, its
time for some fun," she sneered.

She then opened the tap on the rubber bag, just a little. I could feel
something cool inside me. Once she was satisfied that the water was flowing
into me, she said, "OK, I'm going to leave you there for a while. I'll see you
later."

Niki turned, and headed for the door, closing it behind her.

I was alone. I could clearly see rubber tubes emerging from two of my orifices.
I could feel the cool water enter my gut. All I could do was contemplate my
position, and speculate about what Niki had planned for the rest of the
weekend.

I was becoming aware that I really needed a piss, not just the sensation of the
catheter. I could also see from the collapsing bag that the water level was
going down. The desire to have a piss was getting stronger by the minute. How
long was she going to leave me here? Was that Niki coming back? But no one came
through the door.

After what seemed like another half an hour, I was desperate for a piss. My
bladder was stretched as far as a bladder should be stretched. Then the door
handle turned, and in walked Niki.

"Comfortable?" she asked.

"No, I'm bursting for a piss," I replied.

"I know," she retorted. "You should be really full by now."

Niki went to her trolley and produced a rubber gag with a long tube attached.
She placed the gag in my mouth and fastened the straps round the back of my
head. She attached the end of the tube to the free end of the catheter.

"I am a great believer in recycling material," she said. "And I am about to
recycle your piss."

She removed the clamp from the catheter. My piss started to flow through the
gag. I had to drink. It was coming quick and fast. I quickly realised that I
could regulate the flow by placing my tongue over the end of the gag. At least
I could breathe when I wanted. As I drank, the bursting feeling in my bladder
subsided. Soon the flow stopped. I had obviously drunk the lot. Niki reapplied
the clamp to the catheter and disconnected the gag tube.

She then produced another catheter, ripped open the package and applied a
little gel.

"What is she going to do with that," I speculated to myself.

She proceeded to poke the end up her own piss hole. After she had poked it in
about three inches or so, she injected some water as she had done before. She
climbed up on the table so that she was kneeling astride me facing my feet.
With a small piece of tube, she connected her catheter to mine. She then
released both clamps. Again, I started to feel my bladder fill. But this was
with her piss. She had been saving this for a while, because she quickly filled
me to the point where I was feeling very uncomfortable again. She then
reapplied the clamps; disconnected the catheters; reattached the gag tube to my
catheter and released the clamp. I was now drinking Niki's piss out of my own
bladder. Niki's piss had a slightly stronger flavour than mine. I least, I was
feeling comfortable again.

Niki released the water from her catheter and pulled it out. She then went to
the trolley and produced another length of tube.

"Where on earth is she going to poke that," I thought, "There's nowhere left."

She wiped her little finger around the inside of a jar, and poked the tip up my
left nostril.

"This may feel a little uncomfortable. When you feel the tube in your throat,
start swallowing until I say stop," she commanded.

She then pushed the end up my nose. Shortly, I felt something in my throat. I
swallowed as ordered. The tube slowly disappeared. She then coupled the free
end to another bag, which she filled with the contents of a jug that was
already on the lower shelf of the trolley. She also refilled the bag that was
connected to tube to my arse and clamped off the catheter.

"I'll be back later," she said, and left the room.

I was on my own again. All I could see in the mirror was this body that was
strapped down on the table with its legs secured firmly apart and a tube coming
from every orifice except the right nostril. At least I could breathe through
that.

Time passed. I was getting that full bladder feeling again. I was also getting
a full stomach feeling. This was presumably whatever was passing through the
nose tube. Then I heard Niki enter the room.

"Uncomfortable are we?" she asked, though the question was rhetorical.

She undid the clamp on the catheter, and once again I was drinking piss. It was
almost painful to swallow with this tube passing down my throat. Eventually the
flow came to a halt accompanied by a more relaxed feeling from my bladder. Niki
then removed the gag, and then slowly pulled out the tube from my nose. Finally
she deflated the arse tube and catheter and slowly withdrew them. The catheter
almost burned as it came out. Silently, she lowered my head so that I was
horizontal again. She removed some fitments from one of the display cases and
slotted them into the table either side of my head. Then she reached behind a
display and produced - a toilet seat. This attached to the newly installed
fitments perfectly. She them climbed up on the table and sat on the toilet
seat. She was just inches from my face.

"Lick my wet pussy," she ordered.

No second request was required. She was very wet, and my face was becoming
sticky as she dripped on it. I ran my tongue around the metal rings and through
the rings. Then I found the ring that pierced her clitoris. I gripped it with
my teeth and gave it a tug. She sighed a satisfying sigh. I then gently stroked
her clitoris with my tongue. She started dripping more profusely. I returned to
her hole, but as I did so, a splash landed on my tongue. She started to piss
and I had to drink quickly. She pissed so quickly, that some overflowed over my
face and onto the table. Eventually she stopped. She then shifted position
slightly so that directly over my mouth was her arse hole.

As I started to reach up, she commanded, "Lick my arse."

I was already there. I licked around the hole, then pushed my tongue in. I
could feel an obstruction. The obstruction was coming my way. As I backed away,
a turd emerged and headed straight for the back of my throat. It broke off and
landed. I quickly chewed up and swallowed as hard as I could. Almost
immediately, another brown log appeared and broke off. A stream of much more
runny shit that splattered over my face followed this. Niki lifted herself off
the seat; reached through the hole in the seat, and grabbed a handful of shit
from my mouth and smeared it over my face.

She then started to undo the straps that were holding me prisoner. As she
lifted my legs from their supports, it was clear that I was very stiff. I could
hardly move. Niki helped my to the floor, but not before she had snapped a pair
of handcuffs on me securing my hands behind my back.

"Any idea what time it is?" she asked.

"About half past seven," I answered.

"Actually, it's half past eleven," she corrected.

The time had flown past.

"Are we going to have anything to eat?" I enquired.

"Why, are you hungry?"

"Well no, but I just thought..."

"Well you have had two meals since you arrived." She spotted the quizzical
look. "You've had the shit from my arse, and I fed you through the nose tube."

"Oh, is that what it was," I responded, slightly disappointed.

With that she led my to the bathroom and showered down my shit covered face,
and dried me off. She had to do everything for me as my hands were still cuffed
behind my back.

"Well, it's time for bed," she announced. "And I've got a special sleeping
place for you."

Why was I feeling worried?

I was led into another of the rooms. This one was furnished much like one would
expect of a mistress's dungeon. There was horizontal benches; vertical racks; a
bondage chair and a what appeared to be table in the centre of the room, only
it was suspended from the ceiling rather than standing on the floor. And of
course, the walls were covered with chains; ropes; whips and all the usual
paraphernalia.

She led me to one side of the room to a long box on the floor. The box had a
couple of slide panels on the top. She removed the handcuffs and then reached
down and removed three padlocks from the box.

"Open it," she ordered.

I lifted the lid. The bottom of the box was padded, but inside were four wooden
partitions. As I looked closer, I realised that the partitions had holes in
them.

"This is where you are sleeping tonight," she informed me.

She reached down and removed the top halves of each of the partitions. She then
went to another small cupboard and produced a latex rubber catsuit. She puffed
some powder in it.

"Put that on," she ordered.

She must have judged my size, because it was a perfect fit. I struggled into
it. It had hands and gloves built into it. Niki zipped up the zip across my
shoulders. She then handed me a rubber hood. I pulled this over my head, and
Niki did up the zip at the back. She then adjusted some straps so that the hood
felt tight. It was by now that I realised that this was a converted gasmask. It
had see through panels for my eyes, and the usual respirator system covering my
nose and mouth. Niki beckoned me to get in the box.

She arranged my ankles in the lower half of their cutouts and made sure my neck
lay in its cutout. She then replaced the top half of the bottom most partition,
rendering my ankles captive. She then inserted the next part, which captured
the top half of my legs. The third part secured my waist. And the last part
trapped my neck. I realised that my hands were still free and didn't seem to
have anywhere to go. Niki took a length of hose and attached it to the side of
the gasmask. She screwed the other end to a fitting in the side of the box. She
then took my hands and positioned them in hitherto un-noticed cutouts in the
top of the neck partition. She closed the lid trapping my hands. I then heard
the sound of three padlocks being snapped shut on the outside of the box. I was
trapped in the dark in a coffin and I couldn't move.

The box was lined with foam rubber, which absorbed any sound from outside.. The
only thing I could hear was the sound of my own breathing. My mind started to
speculate for an eternity as to what would happen over the next two days. My
mind thought of scenes that I had experienced in the past. It then moved on to
extreme possibilities and then onto the plain bizarre and ridiculous.

Suddenly, I woke up. What time was it? How much longer was I going to be here?
I ached, as I couldn't move. I desperately needed a piss. Well, going to the
toilet was obviously not an option. But wait a minute, I was in a rubber suit.
To hell with it, I just had to have a piss. I pissed. My crotch area developed
a nice warm feel as I emptied my bladder. I just lay there. All I could hear
was the relentless sound of my own breathing. I could see nothing. I could
taste nothing. I could smell only the rubber smell of the gasmask. I could feel
only the wooden partitions holding me in place. Oh, and the piss around my
arse. My mind just ran around in circles. I lay awake for what seemed hours.

Day 2

I was having this wonderful dream. I was imprisoned in a box in a rubber suit.
My cock was being beautifully massaged. But then I realised this was no dream.
My cock really was being gently wanked. I started to orgasm, but the massage
stopped. Drat! The massage gently started again. Just as I started to orgasm,
it stopped again. I lost count as to how many times this frustrating cycle
repeated. Then this blinding light assaulted my eyes. Niki had opened the flap
over my face. The light, though actually very dim, nevertheless blinded me at
first. I then heard the sound of the padlocks being removed. The box lid swung
open. I was able to remove my hands from their prison. `Niki removed the top
halves of the various partitions. I couldn't move. I was so stiff having been
kept in the same position all night. I felt various parts of my limbs being
massaged. Slowly life returned.

Niki helped me out of the box. I couldn't stand. I could barely crawl on all
fours. Slowly, feeling returned. I slowly stood up, but was extremely unstable.
Niki removed the gasmask. She left the rubber suit on. I could feel the piss
running down my legs to the feet. She placed a leather collar round my neck and
attached a dog lead. I was lead weak kneed out of this dimly lit room into what
was a plain ordinary kitchen; sat at a table and a plate of bacon; sausage;
mushrooms and eggs was placed in front of me. I was hungry and devoured them
with gusto. I must have been a sight sitting in a rubber suit eating English
breakfast. Niki helped me out of the suit. I caught sight of the kitchen clock
and was surprised to notice that it was around 11 o'clock. It was actually a
very good nights sleep, all things considered.

"Needed a piss in the night did we?" she said, as she noticed my feet slopping
around.

As the suit was removed, I was surprised to see how much liquid there was in
the suit. I guess I was sweating fairly profusely during the night. Niki led me
to the bathroom and filled a nice hot bath. I was allowed to relax on my own. I
lay there contemplating the possible day's events. Eventually, I climbed out;
dried myself off and emerged from the bathroom.

"Cleaned up are we?" Niki said, waiting.

She had changed into a very slender tight fitting top that covered from above
her tits, down to her waist. She also had a very short leather mini skirt plus
a pair of stockings, complete with suspender belt and very high-heeled thigh
boots.

"In here," she ordered.

I was back in the dungeon.

She led me to a low padded box with a split level and sloping top surface.. She
commanded me to kneel on the lower level and bend over the upper level. My face
landed conveniently on a padded hole at one end. I was aware that my cock and
balls were also immediately over another hole. Niki parted my legs and strapped
them down to the lower level on which they rested. Two more straps were secured
around my upper legs. Another strap was fastened round my waist. She then
pulled my arms down the side of the contraption and secured them there. I was
now bent over this box with backside as the highest point, my main body
pointing downhill to my head. I found I could move my head a little to get a
better view. I found a side view in a mirror to one side.

Niki said, "I'll be back shortly."

And left the room. The view in the mirror was of a body strapped down arse high
in the air, legs apart and vulnerable. After about ten minutes, Niki returned.

"How would you like to be fucked again my by my nice big cock?" she asked.

"She seems to like fucking," I thought.

I grunted an affirmative response. She produced this huge strap on dildoe. It
was certainly a large cock. She climbed in and pulled it up, securing the
straps.

"I said it was large," she said. "But don't worry, I have a much bigger one, if
you need it."

She knelt between my secured legs and slowly, I felt the tip enter my arse.
With a little toing and froing, it slid in. Niki started to fuck me. Then she
pulled out.

"This one's too small," she stated. "Ah but yes: I'm forgetting, you like a
nice big cock in your arse, don't you"

"What!" I thought. It seemed fine to me.

She quickly removed the dildoe and picked up another and pulled it up her legs.
This one was a real monster. Again she knelt behind me and offered it to my
arse, but it was reluctant to go in. Niki persevered and slowly, but very
slowly in it slid. My poor arse felt stretched to the limit. As she pushed it
further in, I felt very full. Slowly she started to pump in and out. It was a
sensation of being overstretched but it felt wonderful at the same time. I
actually like things up my arse, but I had never been invaded by anything this
big. Niki continued to fuck away. She lay flat on my back and continued to
fuck. She reached through a hole in the side of the box and grasped my rampant
rock hard cock and started to rub it in time to the fucking. This was now
feeling absolutely divine. My arse was getting used to the size of this dildoe
and was relaxing a bit. I was trapped between this structure to which I was
firmly strapped and this energetic woman with an artificial giant of a cock. I
was being fucked and there was nothing I could do about it. Before long, I
could feel the inevitable orgasm building up. As it arrived, I felt a long
stream of cum shot out. I don't think I have ever shot with such force before
or since.

The orgasm subsided, and Niki pulled slowly out. My arse was certainly being
well used this weekend.

The sound of a telephone ringing came from outside of the room. Niki left the
room without saying another word. I could hear one end of a conversation, but
it was too far away to make any sense of it. I was very aware that I was
strapped to this box with my arse very exposed and up in the air. It occurred
to me that this would be an ideal position to cane some poor slave's arse or,
worse still, give it a good whipping. I had little doubt that this was not lost
on Niki. I just prayed that she didn't have such designs on me. I started to
wonder what this phone call was about because it was going on rather a long
time. An hour or more must have passed. This position I was secured in was
comfortable, if a little vulnerable.

At last, I could perceive the sound of the phone being put down. Niki re-
entered the room.

"I have got to nip out for a couple of hours," she announced. "So I'll have to
put you somewhere safe," she continued.

She released me from the box on which I was secured, and directed me to a small
cage in the corner of the room. It was certainly not big enough to stand up in
or lie down in. Niki opened the door in one end, and reversed me in. The door
was in two halves. She lifted the top half, grabbed my hair and pulled my head
onto the lower half. She then closed the top half on top of the bottom half and
closed and locked the door. I was now locked inside the cage, but my head was
outside, but unable to be moved anywhere else. She then applied ankle
restraints and secured them to the side of the cage at the back. She then took
hold of a rope and started pulling. Slowly, the cage left the floor. Niki kept
pulling rope until I was about three feet from the floor. Every slight movement
caused the cage to swing on the end of its hoist.

Satisfied that I was not about to go anywhere, Niki left the room. I could hear
her somewhere else in the apartment, presumably changing into something more
presentable. Eventually, she left via the front door. I was on my own, trapped
in a cage. I dare not go to sleep as my head was poking through a metal circle
in the door. If I went to sleep, it might throttle me.

I waited and waited. I could only begin to guess what other horrors Niki had in
store for me. Eventually, it must have been hours: Niki returned. She didn't
come straight in to the room. After five minutes, she came in, absolutely
naked. She walked over, grabbed my hair and pushed my mouth to her cunt.

"Lick," is all she said.

I licked. She gradually parted the lips of her cunt, exposing the little ring
in her clitoris. I gently caressed this button with my tongue. I swelled in
size. Not only that, but she was starting to get very wet. My face around my
mouth was getting very sticky. Not only that, but I was getting a crick in my
neck, as I was still held prisoner in this cage.

"I think you would like a position that is easier on you neck," she observed.

Somehow, I figured that my neck would be the sole beneficiary of any revised
arrangement. Niki lowered the cage to the floor, and released me. I climbed out
and stood up, though not without some stiffness. Niki dragged the cage to one
side of the room. She attached a metal bar about four feet long to the hoist.
After setting this up, Niki bade me lie on the floor. She placed some sort of
strap arrangement around my ankles and feet, and attached them to the two ends
of the bar. She then pulled on the rope and hoisted me up. She kept pulling
until my head was about a yard from the floor. She then applied two leather
restraints to my wrists and secured my arms behind my back.

"Now you should find it easier to lick my cunt," she ordered, and moved closer
to my face.

She had judged the height perfectly. My mouth was exactly level with her cunt.
I licked her as best I could. My cock started to stir. I then felt her warm
lips engulf my cock, which was exactly the right height for Niki's mouth. This
was the first sixty-nine that I had experienced in a vertical position, even
though I was upside-down. Niki continued to splatter cunt juice over my face,
and spit over my cock. She realised the moments when I was going to cum and
expertly stopped for a few moments, thus denying me my release.

"You will need all the cum you can muster latter," she said.

"Why, what is she up to?" I thought to myself.

"It'll be interesting to see how long you can stay up there," she queried,
during a pause from her sucking. She stepped away, and placed a blindfold over
my eyes. After about five minutes or so, my nose smelt cunt. I stuck out my
tongue, and sure enough, it found her cunt again. Then she pulled away. My nose
then smelt a very different smell. A sort of sweaty smell, that I nevertheless
recognised. I stuck out my tongue once more, where it encountered Niki's arse-
hole. I licked at it probing my tongue into the hole.

As I continued to lick, my back and legs were getting very painful and I
started to shift position as best I could to ease the ache. Niki must have
picked up on this because she lowered me to the ground. She left me for a few
moments, during which she disappeared from the room and made a phone call. I
couldn't hear what was being said. After a few moments, Niki returned and
removed the blindfold. She had put on a leather one piece outfit that showed
off her ample cleavage but covered her from there to the tops of her legs. She
also sported a pair of high-heeled thigh high boots. She led me to the kitchen
and told me to sit and wait.

After ten minutes or so, there was a knock at the door. Niki answered it.. I
heard a male voice. It sounded quite young. He was announcing that he was
delivering something, but his voice tailed off, presumably at the way Niki was
dressed. I started to speculate on what his reaction would be if Niki had
ordered him in. She returned to the kitchen with two flat boxes - pizza. Was it
lunchtime already. Well, actually no. It was evening, according to the clock on
the cooker.

After we had gorged ourselves on the pizza, Niki ordered me back into the same
room. She had done a little rearranging while I was waiting for dinner. She
ordered me to stand on a plastic sheet. She then applied some sort of slippery
liquid from a large container to my body. She covered me from my neck to my
feet. She then produced a one-piece rubber suit.

"Get in here," she commanded.

As I started to climb in through the neck, I realised that the inside of the
suit had been pre-lubricated with the same slippery liquid. I literally slipped
into the suit. Niki carefully squeezed the air out of the legs and arms, as my
hands and feet entered. She manoeuvred my cock into a sheath fitted to the
front of the suit. Soon, I was in and she deftly zipped up the neck. It felt
strange. Although, I had worn rubber suits before, I had never worn it with the
inside so slippery. Niki then pulled a large leather sleepsack out of a
cupboard and laid it out on the padded bench suspended from the ceiling. This
bench had hooks all around the edge.

"OK then, get yourself inside here," she ordered.

I climbed, up while she held the bench to stop it swinging too much. I climbed
in through the front of the suit, pushing my feet into the bottom. My arms were
directed into two sleeves inside the suit. Soon she zipped the suit from feet
to crotch and a second zip from crotch to neck. She then buckled up four wide
straps around the suit; one around my ankles; one around my thighs; one around
my waist and the last around my chest.

Niki then produced two of those foam type earplugs and inserted one in each
ear. She then slipped a leather hood over my head, and carefully laced up the
back to provide a tight conforming fit. The hood had no mouth hole, but it did
have holes for me to breathe through my nose. It also had small holes to see
out of - that was until she added a blindfold. I could then feel her lacing
something through the front of the sleepsack. I then felt the sack tighten even
further.

Then immediately next to my ear, I heard faintly, "Get yourself as comfortable
as you can, because you won't be able to move, once I've finished."

I wriggled as best I could until I was as comfortable as I could get, which
wasn't very. I then felt rope being tied around my feet, followed by more
lacing. The sack tightened even further, pulling me down into the padding on
the bench. When, at last she was done, I discovered she was right, I really
couldn't move. Soon I felt a slight manoeuvring with zips, and felt my sheathed
cock being released from the sack. Apart from feeling things, I could hear or
see absolutely nothing. I could however smell the leather hood. Niki gently
rubbed the sheath up and down my cock. It felt wonderful, the rubber, rubbing
gently against the sensitive end. Then I heard her muffled voice again as she
spoke loudly next to my ear.

"I have a dice here," she said, "I am going to throw it. The number that comes
up is the number of times you must cum before I let you out of your prison. If
I throw a one, I throw again. You don't get off that easy."

I heard nothing.

"You will be pleased to know, it wasn't a one," she advised me.

"Aren't you going to tell me what it was," I thought.

"I'm not going to tell you what I threw until after you have come the required
number of times, at which point I'll release you," she answered as though she
had read my mind.

And then I heard nothing. I was left there, unable to move and not knowing for
the first time that weekend whether she was in the room or not.

After some considerable time, I felt something touch my cock. Then nothing. Did
she touch it or did I imagine it? The inability to see or hear was playing
tricks. I kept thinking I was being touched, but the sensations were so slight,
they really could have been my mind. Then, I felt, my cock definitely being
rubbed, gently at first, then slightly harder. This was amazing. I started to
cum very quickly. But the rubbing stopped. She was going to tease me. Then,
once again I felt nothing. More time passed. Then again, my cock was being
rubbed again. As the rubbing increased in amplitude, I again felt an orgasm
coming on. This time she did not stop.

"Aaargh!" I screamed.

My cock discharged into the sheath. The rubber was rubbing over the end of my
cuming cock and now it felt almost painful. But Niki maintained the rubbing.
Even after I had cum, she continued to rub, it was agony. Eventually, she
stopped. I was on my own again, at least mentally, if not in reality. I knew
that I had to cum at least once more and possibly as much as another five times
before I got out of this.

I was left in my solitude for a while longer. What seemed like an hour or two
passed. Then, I felt the rubbing again. My limp cock quickly responded. As she
rubbed harder and harder, I was in ecstasy. It felt wonderful. Not being able
to stop it probably accentuated it. As my orgasm approached, she stopped.

I awoke from a doze to the familiar feeling of my cock being gently massaged
once more. As the rubbing increased, I orgasmed just as before, and with the
agony, of the rubber rubbing against the now very sensitive end. I then heard
the voice next to my ear.

"No, I didn't throw a two. I'm going to bed, so I'll see you in the morning.
Oh, but then you won't see me of course," she said.

And then silence again. It was almost deafening, but then I realised, that I
could hear once again, was the sound of my own breathing. I started to imagine
some weird things not unconnected with my predicament. I was drifting off to
sleep.

Day 3.

I awoke with a start. Not that anything had actually woken me, after all, I
still could not see or hear anything. I ached a bit though, I still couldn't
move, being so tightly restrained. But I did need a piss. I had no idea what
time it was. I could be hours yet before Niki tormented me some more. But then
I reasoned that I normally got up for a piss round about half past three in the
morning. I figured that was probably what time it was. I normally had my piss
and then went back to sleep until a more reasonable hour. There was just one
problem. I wasn't going anywhere. But I still needed that piss.

I reasoned to myself. "I'm in another rubber suit so it should be OK."

I gently relieved myself. I felt the sheath expand with piss, as Niki had left
it poking out of the leather sleepsack. I then felt the warm liquid seep into
the rubber suit, and it eventually ended up around my arse. Now I felt better:
not more comfortable but better. I lay there speculating as to what Niki had
planned for the following day. I knew she couldn't do too much, because I was
due to leave shortly after midday. But then she had promised a few surprises,
and I didn't really consider that I had had too many of those.

I must have drifted off to sleep again, because I awoke to the fabulous feeling
of my cock being gently massaged. Niki had clearly woken up, and had decided to
wake me in this pleasurable way. As I was about to orgasm, she stopped. I felt
some adjustment of the sleepsack. Then something being removed from the rubber
suit. Suddenly, I felt this cool draft. She had exposed my nipples. She pinched
them and tugged at them. Then I felt a slight almost mechanical pinch of the
left one. This was then repeated on the right one. Now my nipples felt strange.
It was as though something was wrapped round the base. She continued to tug at
them. Then I felt the familiar feeling of some sort of clamp applied to the
left, then the right. Suddenly the clamps pulled. And they continued pulling.
But there was the eerie silence and feeling nothing other than this constant
pulling. Then, I felt my cock being massaged once more. Gently, then slightly
harder. The orgasm started to well up in my groin. Then she stopped again.

"Aaargh," I screamed, as she removed the clip from my left nipple. "Aaargh," I
screamed, but more subdued as she removed the clip from my right nipple.

She continued to play with my nipples, tugging them; rolling them between her
fingers. Then I felt each one wiped in turn. Then they were wiped again, but
this time, it burned slightly, and they felt cool.

"Shit!" I screamed to my self.

A searing pain suddenly shot through my left nipple.

"What the fuck?" I tried asking my self.

Then I felt my left nipple pulled about a little, then there was more pain as
something tugged at it. Gradually, the pain subsided. Whatever she did was
repeated on the right nipple as the pattern of pain and tugging was repeated.
As the pain subsided, she started massaging my cock again through its rubber
sheath. As she did so, I became less and less aware of the dying pain in my
nipples. I was now enjoying my cock being massaged. Slowly, the familiar
feeling of an orgasm started to well up and then exploded through my cock to
the now familiar almost painful feeling. As the orgasm died away, I started to
wonder if I was about to be released.

The stillness and silence rapidly informed me that three was not the number. I
started to fear that maybe I was expected to cum three more times before Niki
was going to let me go home.

After some time, I felt something touch my cock. Niki was now apparently
fitting something over the sheath. Whatever it was it was a tight fit, as it
was not going over easily. Then something else was fitted. Then the whole thing
tightened as something tight was placed over the ensemble. Then this buzzing
noise started accompanied by a very pleasant vibrating just under the head of
my cock. Then a second buzzing started and I felt more vibrating around the
shaft. This was very nice, which was probably just as well as I could not do
anything about it. Then I felt a further vibration as something was brought
into contact with the tip of my cock. This continued for several minutes or so.
Then gradually, the familiar feeling of an orgasm started to join in the chorus
of vibration. Then the most intense orgasm I have experience reinforced by the
relentless vibration ripped through my lower body. The orgasm subsided, but the
vibrating continued. It was now uncomfortable as it vibrated my poor exhausted
cock. But was it expected to perform once or twice more?

The vibrating stopped, and I could feel the added parts being removed from my
cock. Then I felt bonds being untied. So four was the number. The sleep-sack
relaxed around me as the restraining ropes were released. Then Niki removed the
hood from my head. I blinked as the first light in nearly twelve hours hit my
eyes. As the rest of the sleep-sack was undone, I attempted to wriggle out, but
I was extremely stiff and could hardly move. Niki rubbed my arms and legs.
Gradually, between us, I was extracted from the sleep-sack. Niki then helped me
remove the rubber suit. Beside myself it was full of nearly twelve hours of
sweat and of course the piss from the middle of the night. This liquid spilt
everywhere as the suit was removed.

Then I noticed. Both of my nipples sported a stainless steel ring with a small
ball at the bottom. So that was what all the pain was.

"Do you like them?" Niki asked.

"I wasn't expecting them," I protested.

"Well, if you decide you don't like them, them just take them out and the holes
will heal up," she observed.

I had to admit I had always fancied the idea of nipple rings, but had never
actually taken the plunge. Now I had nipple rings whether I wanted them or not.

"Sit here," Niki commanded.

We were obviously not finished yet. She pointed to the chair that I had
observed the night before. The chair was of a wooden construction, but the seat
part actually consisted of two angled pieces of slightly padded wood. To sit on
them comfortably, my legs were parted at an angle, but my arse was unsupported
and my cock and balls hung between the padding. Niki placed a collar round my
neck, which was attached to the back of the chair. She placed restraints round
my ankles, which were secured. A similar pair of restraints were placed round
my wrists. These were secured slightly behind me. I was again secured and
vulnerable.

Niki moved to the back of the chair. She paused allowing me to fully savour the
hopelessness of my situation. I then felt a sudden buzzing sensation in my
rear, accompanied by a contraction of my bum muscles. I realised that the
padding on which I sat was electrically conductive, and Niki was supplying the
current. Gradually, she wound up the current. My buttocks clenched together.
This was truly an electric chair. The current subsided. Niki worked a cockring
onto my cock carefully feeding my balls through it. She plugged the wire from
it into a socket on the chair. She then attached a split ball weight just above
my balls, carefully screwing the two halves together, avoiding nipping the
skin. Again, a wire leading from it was plugged into a socket. I waited for the
electric shock.

A sort of buzzing sensation occurred between the cockring and the ball ring. I
could almost feel myself cumming just from the electric current. Slowly, it
increased in intensity. Niki then worked a stainless steel butt plug into my
arse. This was held in place with a strap. Then she fed another catheter into
my cock. But this wasn't a hollow catheter. This was a solid silvery looking
piece of rubber. Suddenly, the electric buzz was felt inside my cock
accompanied by a tightening of my arse muscles.

"Well, let's have a little fun," Niki said.

The sensations stopped. She placed a leather hood over my head, tightening it
so that it was snug fit. She placed a set of headphones on me. Gently, the
strains of music came through the headphones. In time to the music, electric
sensations ripped through my cock balls and arse. I recognised the music as
Poulenc's Organ Concerto, a particular favourite of mine. Niki left the room,
leaving me to enjoy Poulenc. But I had never appreciated it like this before.
My mind immediately leaped to Douglas Adam's reference to poetry appreciation
chairs occupied by Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent while being forced to listen to
the Vogon Captain's poetry.

The concerto eventually ended. Niki reappeared just as it did so. My cock and
arse throbbed with the electrical torture that they had received for what
seemed like hours, but I knew the concerto was about twenty minutes long.

Niki removed the electrical devices adorning my genitals. She gave my cock a
gentle rub, just enough to remind me of my vulnerability.

"I know what I'll do to you," she said. "Let's see if you like something I'll
bet you've not done before.."

Suddenly, I felt worried. What had this mind thought up for me. All I could
hear was cupboards opening and closing, some of them in another room. After
much movement, she again spoke.

"This should feel quite pleasant, once you get used to it, it's more of a
visual thing. However, you may feel a little prick and a temporary burning
sensation. Don't worry, they are purely temporary and they will pass. Enjoy
yourself," she reassured me, or so she thought.

I was still slightly nervous.

"Ow!" I yelled, as I felt a sharp pain in the top my balls.

But it went as quickly as it came. I could feel Niki fidgeting with my balls,
but little else. For a few moments, I felt nothing. Then slowly, I could feel a
dull form of heat in my balls. They were feeling quite warm by now. Almost as
quickly, the heat went away. I could again feel nothing. And so it continued
for quite some time. Niki made a few comments on how good I looked strapped in
the chair, hooded so that I didn't know what she was doing. As I couldn't feel
anything, I was feeling less worried.

Much time passed. I could still feel nothing. No wait, I could feel something.
I could feel something pulling on my balls. Whatever it was, it seemed to be
pulling more and more. All this while, Niki never spoke, other than to remark
how nice it looked. Then suddenly, she started playing with my balls. It felt
somehow, very strange indeed. I could only relate it to those very strange
moments, when lying in bed at night, everything seems very large compared with
your own perception. I cannot describe it any other way. Somehow, my balls
seemed very large in my perception of the universe. Clearly, this was some
trick that my brain was playing on me.

As time went on, my perception was obviously playing more tricks on me. My
balls felt very heavy. I was not aware that Niki had placed anything around
them, but I could feel her now handling them more and more. My perception of
their size grew stronger and stronger. Suddenly, Niki removed the blindfold
from my hood. It was no perception. I could see in the mirror, so clearly
placed, that my ball sack was absolutely huge, not as big as a water melon, but
not very far off. In the top was a tube running to a bag of some liquid that
was clearly draining into my ball sac. The scrotum was very distended, and Niki
was gaining some gratification by playing with the engorged balls. She hit them
gently. They wobbled. The visual effect, I have to say, was fantastic. However,
I don't think I could walk very far with this huge ball of liquid between my
legs, and it did weigh heavily.

Niki removed the tube from the top of my scrotum. Then released me from my
bonds.

"See if you can walk," she wickedly suggested.

I stood up, but I couldn't bring my legs together. I found I could walk if
tried it in a rather bow-legged fashion. Niki grabbed my balls, pulled them
back and let go. They swung back and forward, pulling as they did so.

"Well, it's 3 o'clock, and I think we are just about played out." she
announced. "I think you can go home now."

"What about, my balls?" I protested, "Aren't you going to drain them?"

"I can't," she replied. "The liquid will be completely absorbed into your body
in 24 to 72 hours. It may migrate into your cock and your balls may sweat a
little."

"What!" I said, "I can't go like this. How can I go to work?"

"The swelling will have sufficiently gone by tomorrow morning to enable you to
wear some loose pants. No one will notice unless you wear skin tight trousers,"
she reassured me.

With that, I got dressed as best I could, and walked rather bow legged to the
car. Driving was easily achieved, though I sat with my legs further apart than
I normally would.

It had been an interesting and entertaining weekend. Niki had done things I
otherwise wouldn't have considered. I had two nipple rings that I didn't start
with. I had to admit to myself though, that I probably would keep them. I also
had a distended ball sack that I would rather wasn't there. But as I looked at
it in the mirror when I got home, I had to agree that visually at least, it did
look good.

I was now debating with myself, whether to arrange another appointment with the
nurse.

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