A turn for the nurse

Uniforms, Uniforms, Uniforms… I dunno, I’ve got so many these days I sometimes worry that I may mix them up.

I mean, a guy may have booked to see his Wicked Aunt when suddenly I walk in dressed as ‘Police Woman Leigh’. No such problems for Slave Daniel today though as he enjoyed (or should I say endured) every minute of his appointment with ‘Nurse Amber’.

His jaw visibly dropped open as he set eyes upon me in that skimpy blue outfit complete with Black Stockings and Suspenders not to mention the Black Stilettos which were to be used to devastating effect during his ‘treatment’. I make a point of looking myself up and down in a full length mirror before I enter a scene and often think to myself ’Amber my girl, you are dressed to kill’.

Well this ‘get up’ today was more like ‘Cold Blooded Murder’. I would in fact go as far as to say I was a credit to the N.H.S. … Well I was certainly  ‘Naughty, Hot and Sexy that’s for sure.   Poor old Daniel was so gobsmacked by my appearance he actually couldn’t remember what was wrong with him when I asked. I do so love it when they get as nervous as this, I know it is me that makes them like it and I love the effect it has. Anyway 24 hard kicks to the Balls with my stilettos later and his memory seemed to come back. Funny That…. ‘So WHAT exactly is wrong with you’ I bellowed…  ‘er  I think I’ve got swollen testicles Nurse’ he meekly replied. ‘Ah that’s better’ I said and then set about his ‘treatment’   He agreed that he needed a shower first and as luck would have it, I was dying for a piss.

I made him strip and kneel before me with his mouth wide open before pouring a torrent of ‘Golden Rain’ all over his face, hair, body and of course into his willing mouth. I hadn’t seen ‘Nil By Mouth’ anywhere on his notes so I thought ‘Why not?’  Then I laid him on the treatment table for his examination. I started with some serious Nipple Torture and when he protested that the problem was lower down I told him I was working my way there. Impatient Git… Eventually I got down to his red raw Balls not to mention his Throbbing Cock. I knelt on the bench and seductively put on my vinyl gloves whilst looking more than a little smug I’m sure. I said ‘This won’t hurt a bit’ before squeezing his balls with all my might.  I lied…  I removed one glove before using my sharp nails to systematically torture his cock.

My neighbours are on holiday and so I really went to town on him as my longest nail was cruelly inserted into the shaft for maximum effect. I then replaced my glove as I opened up my little bag of tricks which included pin wheel, tweezers, scalpel etc. The thing with Role Play is that it needs to resemble a real situation without being totally authentic. I mean who would have expected a Nurse to find a pair of pliers in her bag?  Well this one did and how I enjoyed using them on his already swollen testicles. ‘Does that hurt?’ I would ask before squeezing even harder the next time. Hmmm  Brilliant fun. I’m also sure I read somewhere that Nurses are not allowed to smoke on duty.. well… this Naughty Nurse did, not that my patient would complain… no he daren’t. Anyway I extinguished the cigarette eventually, his red balls proving to be a very suitable ashtray… OUCH… I piled on the agony as I ruthlessly worked my way through my bag with at one stage the pinwheel in one hand and tweezers in the other. It is a good idea to lay perfectly still whilst you are on Amber’s treatment table that’s for sure. 

Before my very own final diagnosis could be given I had to perform 2 more diabolical treatments on him, a full anal examination and the production of a suitable specimen. For the anal treatment, I lubed him up before inserting every one of my vinyl clad fingers in to his rectum. He seemed to be enjoying this a little too much so I produced my 9 inch strap on which certainly touched a raw nerve or two. I insist that my slaves are spotlessly clean before this treatment but despite this and possibly because of the depth of penetration, there was a small residue of some unspeakable substance on the end of the dildo which I forced him to lick clean. Yum Yum.. er NOT… It was then Specimen Time and slave looked a little startled as I threw him a condom to put on.

Once in place I had him on his back on the floor licking my stockinged feet. The wonderful thing about Foot Slaves is that however much he enjoys a Foot you can always taunt him with the other one at the same time. I’m sure they must smell and taste exactly the same but the slave will become desperate for the one he can’t have. I was particularly wicked to Daniel as I seductively dangled my remaining black stiletto from my sweaty stockinged foot as I knew it would tease him to death. This didn’t last more than a few seconds however as the necessary specimen was delivered in spectacular fashion. I told him it was fine before emptying it back down his miserable throat. It was then time to give him MY diagnosis and lo and behold, the stupid slave had been right all along, he really did have sore and swollen testicles. Oh well there’s nothing like making sure is there? and I’d certainly done that.

At least the condition was treatable and so I reached in to my bag and found a bottle of T.C.P. which I thought would do the trick. I was very Professional though I didn’t just slap it on… No I read the label first. It said ‘Suitable for mouth ulcers, cuts, stings, bites, sore throats and grazes’ so I thought.. ‘That’ll do ‘. I then applied a generous amount of the aforementioned T.C.P. to the affected area not that my patient showed much appreciation of my kindness. No he was wriggling, struggling and yelling out loud as I treated him. I told him to Shut Up and Stop Being Such a Baby. After a few minutes the stinging subsided so I ordered him to dispose of the soiled condom and vinyl gloves before washing his hands and getting dressed before joining me in ‘reception’ to make his next appointment. After making the appointment we relaxed with a quick cuppa and a chat about the session which he assured me was ‘Amazing’. He had paid his £150 fee as soon as he arrived and as we chatted he made a cheeky reference to a story he’d read about Nurses going on strike over low pay. I said to him ‘Don’t believe everything you read in the papers mate’ before bidding him farewell until next time. So that’s about all from my Blog today slaves, so all that remains is for me to say…. DING… ‘NEXT PATIENT PLEASE’.