In Washington, DC underestimating traffic can mean the difference between making your movie date slightly late or having to reschedule for the next week. I reminded myself this when nurse sub showed up to my house a little over two hours past our meeting time this week. He had informed me that he was going to be running late, I just wasn’t aware how late. Once he arrived I realized that he had been sitting in a hot car for over an hour just to see me on his day off…I could cut him some slack.
I mentally reorganized the things I had awaiting him and we chatted for a few minutes before I curbed the small talk and told him while looking over a small list, “I’ve got some chores for you to do for me today.”
He happily began working and I felt better about asking him to come over that day to pamper me. First, I made him put the dishes away. I didn’t tell him where anything went and told him to find where most things went on his own. I wanted to see if he was going to nag me about their placement but he’s rather sharp and did fine without my micro-managing.
He finished that in a snap and then I said, “Now go to the bedroom, remove your clothing down to your underwear, put on the collar that is on the bed and return to me for your next task.”
I was busy finishing up some work of my own on the computer when nurse sub returned exactly as ordered. I had told him previously to wear “cute” underwear and it seems he had chosen well as he knelt before me in the collar and an eye catching, bright, modern pair of briefs.
I gave him his next tasks with more detailed instructions: dusting, vacuuming, and tidying up.
He again completed these without much assistance and with a smile on his face. I liked looking over from my work only to see him dusting away in tight undies and a collar.
When all those were done he came and knelt again at my feet. It was then I gave him step-by-step instruction on painting my toenails. When I finished I was surprised that he picked it up so quickly and did a more than decent job on his first try. Usually submissives (no matter how good their intentions) get a little sloppy with the nail polish and instead of toes that look steadily painted you’d swear a blind man had a try with the tiny bottle and brush.
Once my toes finished drying, I wanted to have my feet massaged. I know that he loves feet and I love having my feet touched. I imagined all this contact with my feet was as pleasing to him as it was to me. It always escapes me that he previously took massage classes until he actually begins massaging. Mmmm.
He held my feet delicately and ran his hands along my soles, taking care to knead at the right spots. He even wedged his fingers in between my toes making sure every spot on my foot had been touched in one way or another.
“Does that feel good Miss?” he asked mid massage but words escaped me and I just nodded as I relaxed on my pile of pillows.
Next, I wanted to feel his hands on my body and I removed my top and had him unclasp my bra before he began oiling me up. Each moment he continued to massage my back I sank a little further into the bed. Saying that nurse sub has magic hands doesn’t do him justice.
If you’re noticing a lack of relaying in nurse sub’s dialogue it’s because he’s rather quiet and doesn’t speak unless spoken to generally when in sub mode (where ever did he pick up this little gem). Not to mention he is dedicated and focused once he goes about doing a task. I find him to be one of few submissives who genuinely enjoys submitting only because it makes the dominant happy. He is happy to cater to whims with nothing in return if he feels the dominant is getting exactly what they need; a true service submissive at heart.
But, I can’t help admitting after all the body massaging I was feeling a bit frisky. So, I put my bra back on slowly and then made him lay a blanket down on the floor.
“Lie down on the ground,” I instructed pointing to the ground. He did as he was told but went to lie on his stomach before I corrected him.
“Close your eyes,” I ordered once he flipped over on his back.
I lowered myself down onto his face supporting my weight on my hands at first. I could feel him blow an exhale of hot air between my legs. I looked under myself to be sure I was situated as I wanted to be and then I begin to rub my lady parts on his face.
I could feel him wriggling under me and poking his tongue through my panties. I ground down a bit more on him. Occasionally I would check on him but he seemed fine as he stretched and craned his neck to try to get more of “me” on his face. At one point I sat up with his head between my legs and under my thighs, his forehead just peeking out and I put the majority of my weight down on just his head. I could feel him using his mouth to try to satisfy me as waves of hot air moved between my legs whenever he wasn’t suckling on the outline of my lips thru my panties. His eagerness and flicks of sensual stimulation were arousing and I began to rock my weight back and forth as I smothered him under me. It was queening at it’s finest.
After a bit I stood up from him, my pussy noticeably wetter than when I first sat down and I looked at him.
He sat there, eyes closed, with the biggest smile on his face. He looked completely and utterly content. I love seeing never a gentleman look as if a miracle had happened in between my legs and nurse sub could hardly sit up as he thanked me for allowing him the experience. His happiness made me smile as I couldn’t help but think of the joy my womanhood had brought him that was only a small taste of it.
I’d say in this case I prescribed exactly what nurse sub needed.