Juliette the Super Tramp
Chapter 6
The moment I had put myself into my physician's hands things changed
dramatically. My long journey of self-exploration and realization had begun. It
would prove to be an arduous trek, one lasting for years. Whether I made the
proper choice is moot, the die had been cast. Since it would take a day or so
for my doctor to make the necessary arrangements for my transfer to another wing
of the hospital, she decided that I should continue my normal routine. The way
her eyes twinkled when she said that indicated to me that she was quite well
aware of the shenanigans involving me that took place in the dead of night.
The events of that evening told me that news travels fast in the
hospital. Nurse Crocet informed me that she would be filling in for the regular
nurse on the late evening shift. I wondered if she knew of the arrangement that
had been made for me to be regularly transferred sub rosa to the men's wing of
the hospital as a method of boosting patient morale. Time would tell, but I had
my suspicions that I'd be making the trip as usual and nurse Crocet would be
wheeling me over there personally.
I received the substitute nurse, a Ms Likre, pronounced "licker", who
certainly lived up to her name and then some. Naturally there was very little I
could do to prevent what occurred over the next eight hours, not that I objected
to most of it. Here I was in my hospital issued strait jacket, neck held fast in
a tight fitting leather collar that was linked to the top of my bed by a very
short length of chain as per hospital policy with nothing between my exposed
pubes and my new playmate but a few feet of thin air. I had never had the
pleasure of actually enjoying Ms Likre's talented tongue, but her reputation had
proceeded her. I quickly realized this was no coincidence; as usual the
grapevine had already spread the news that yours truly was about to depart for
greener pastures. This was the first of a plethora of going-away parties that I
attended.
My angel of mercy wasted no time getting down to business. She proved to
be most fastidious and had come well prepared. I was treated to the sight of Ms
Likre's underwear as she removed her uniform and carefully hung it on the hook
of the door. Her kit was most enticing; white hose fastened to a white
embroidered garter belt by no less than six suspenders each. She wore bikini
panties,the type that barely hugged her rounded hips and had a transparent
crotch through which peaked a pink lipped, smooth, plump pudenda which I would
become most familiar with during the many hours we spent together as she forced
incredible amounts of various fluids from my often willing and sometimes
unwilling body.
Her bra was fighting a losing battle to contain her massive breasts;
they must have been at least 40 DDs. Once freed of the relatively flimsy cups,
they stood proudly in their full, shapely glory. I would spend many happy
moments reverting to my childhood as she allowed me to suckle those magnificent,
bottomless milk bottles. She approached my bed and put one magnificent limb onto
the rather damp and smelly mattress on which I lay, my eyes fastened hungrily on
that delicious crotch, perhaps three of my tongue lengths away. Despite this
obstacle, I did my best to extend my tongue to well beyond its limits so that
she knew what my intentions were if she allowed that gorgeous hunk of cunt to
get within my range.
My nurse took her own sweet time unhooking the twelve suspenders and
then carefully rolling those white hose down the tapering columns of flesh that
were her legs. Ms Likre put her thumbs inside the top of her bikinis and then
paused, leaving me hanging, her eyes dancing with impish mischief that belied
her age and position. She so reminded me of those wonderful creatures in the
upper forms who tormented me with their beauty and hautiness; I being a mere
duckling, and an ugly one to boot. She unveiled her treasure slowly, her lips
pursing, teasing and tantalizing me to my limit and beyond. I could smell my
juices as they began oozing from my cunt, which as usual was betraying me to my
mistress to be.
It was at this juncture that I noticed the merest imperfection in Ms
Likre's skin, some very faint spidery lines lurking beneath that alabaster
patina covering her flesh. My concentration was utterly devastated by the
appearance of that fat, pink-lipped cunt being slowly displayed as the skimpy
fabric of those white bikinis slid down her legs. I then proceeded to act like
an idiot and was made to suffer for my breach of manners. "You have recently
delivered a child, how novel." Whatever possessed me to use such inane language
was a great mystery. This goddess, who now stood naked, except for her garter
belt, before me, had a look on her perfect features that was a cross between one
coping with the cheekiest example of poor upbringing while at the same time
being amused by my sheer boorishness. I felt small, quite small.
"Hush now, we will have to sort out the matter of your rather bad
behavior after I have given you a thorough examination to determine the state of
your health. Perhaps your outburst was not intentional, but rather the result of
some minor illness that has affected your wits to a degree." Her gentle
rejoinder made me instantly fall in mad, hopeless unattainable love wth her.
There and then I swore an oath that I would be the best patient she ever tended
to in her entire professional career. Talk about cheek, I was the whole ass, a
fact which she soon uncovered.
She leaned over and placed the back of her cool hand across my forehead
and a slight frown crossed her face. She mumbled something to herself and
continued, dragging down the folds of skin beneath my eyes to check their color
and clarity. I was then ordered to open and say ahhh. It came out with a tremolo
effect due to the urges that were raging but a millimeter or less below my skin.
The tips of her fingers touched my throat to check my pulse and I could feel the
flow of cunt juice coming from me increase dramatically. From the expression on
her face she was as aware of the state of my libido as I was, but she pressed
on, examining my ears. I wasn't familiar wth the technique she was employing.
The last time a woman had blown softly into my ear I had a monsterous orgasm.
From the look on nurse Likre's face she was a bit disappointed in my lack of
ardor. That in itself told me that the jig was up so to speak. My notoriety was
no secret from the hospital staff. I was determined to make amends if given any
opportunity at all.
Nurse Likre made some unhappy sounds as she tugged at the chain fixing
my collar to the bed. They got even louder and a bit salty when she was
confronted by the two small padlocks that guaranteed my strait jacket would
remain inviolate unless the person attempting to remove it possessed the key.
"To think that the hospital adminstration has such little faith in the
integrity of its nursing staff. What would happen in the event of some
catastrophe such as a fire? What assurance would I have that the head nurse
would be at her station in such a situation? If not, then what would one do?"
I picked this point to make a complete ass of myself with a very poor
joke having to do with kissing one's bottom "ta-ta", a situation that would be a
challenge for a skilled contortionist, let along someone restrained in a strait
jacket. My attempt at humor fell flat and my angel of mercy puffed out her
cheeks and gave me a look that spoke volumes. "First you act as if my delivering
a child into this world was something not expected of a person such as myself.
Now you make light of my sincere concern for your well being. I am greatly vexed
by your behavior and do not know what to do with such a decidedly uncooperative
patient as you seem to be."
I did my best to act contrite, but was somewhat limited by my position.
All I could do was to bring my legs up close to my body and then spread them
wide in much the same way that a dog acknowledges another dog's primacy. My
little display did catch her eye and she came closer to stare into my vagina, at
least that's what I initially thought she was doing. A malicious smile came to
her lips as she observed that I was catheterized. "How long has it been since
you were drained?" Ms Likre asked in her nurse's voice, now all business. "I see
by your file that you are taking some rather large doses of a very powerful
diuretic." Her observations triggered off a sympathetic response from my rather
distended bladder that I had managed to avoid thinking about while my angel of
mercy was mesmerizing me.
My response produced a look of surprise. "You think it's been around
four hours? That's positively barbaric. Why didn't the nurse attending to you
drain your bladder hours ago? This is a very serious breach of conduct."It was
my turn to feel a bit more embarrassed as I had to confess that normally nurse
Bellamy had been using me as her personal toilet whenever she felt the need to
go to the loo. Today for some odd reason she was more cranky than normal and
decided my attitude needed to be adjusted. Therefore she decided to teach me a
lesson by not allowing my bladder to drain even though she was urinating more
frequently than normal.
" I'll have to do something about that immediately." my nurse said,
searching around for a bedpan. I suggested that she might find a capture bottle
beneath my bed. In less time than it takes to tell, the clip on my catheter was
opened and a bright yellow stream of my well aged pee began draining into the
container. At that point I was quite willing to do anything that nurse Likre
asked of me. I soon discovered that my euphoria was misplaced. Nurse Likre was a
cruel mistress, and I was to suffer her wrath in a very short time.
The capture bottle held just a little less than half a litre by the time
the last drop had dripped from me. Nurse Likre held it up to the light and
swished it around to check for signs of solids and to guage its clarity. "I
think this needs to be recycled once more, don't you?" she said with a huge,
nasty grin pasted on her face which was rapidly transforming itself from the
coutenance of an angel to the face of an imp from hell. I sighed and opened my
mouth as she brought the bottle to my lips. "Now just drink this down
slowly,don't gulp it whatever you do." She sounded like my dear old mum when she
had to give me a dose of medicine for whatever was ailing me at the time.
( To be continued)
