This little erotic medical fetish story was penned by Master R of La Domaine Esemar – The oldest Slave Training Chateau in the world!

When I was just fourteen, my very remarkable father started a project. We lived in a very small, very impoverished mountain town. There were virtually no medical facilities, except for my dad, Doc Goldstein. My dad pioneered a small community hospital/nursing home. I worked there, to help fully staff the floor moping, dish cleaning brigades, and I also did the geriatric physical therapy, as best I could. The town, due to its remoteness, was unappealing to most young healers, and no therapist wanted to move up to Roscoe and live in poverty and isolation.

There I was, fourteen, with raging hormones and surrounded by NURSES. There was one nurse in particular, probably in her twenties, who was the source of most of my adolescent fantasies. My adolescent fantasies had a lot to do with post-pubescent SM interests and daydreams. I knew I would never get anywhere with my seduction of this sexy woman, but she had a younger sister, who was candy striping. I don’t remember the nurse’s name, I think it was Sandy, but I know her sister was Roxanne. Roxanne was very attractive, a peer, and so, we began to “hang” together. Finally, one day at my home, when
my folks were out, I got Roxy into bed. I told her of my submissive and masochistic nature, as best I could, as I still did not even know that these were classified deviancies, with names to go with the interests. I tried the “do what you want with me” approach. All Roxanne did was sit next to me, mostly clothed, while she relentlessly pinched the head of my penis. By the
time she was done, I had the most enormous erection, a huge bruise that covered most of my glans and my first experience in submission. There is still, to this very day, a small, darkened spot right at the very tip of my penis! It was certainly the most excited moment of my young sexuality’s growth to that day.

No more than a week after the experience with Roxy, I began to think that the older sister was starting to look my way, perhaps even show some interest in me. I, of course, wavered between being extremely flattered in my Id, and deciding I was delusional in my reality. I never considered that sisters would share. As a teenage boy, I certainly did not share much with
my sister.

I was in the laundry room, folding the never ending, newly washed towels. The door opened and there was my nurse. My arousal was immediate, and to me, very confusing. What should I do? If I told her of my secret desire for her, and she was offended…well, my Dad was the director of the hospital. Need I say more? Suddenly, she was standing way too close to me. I remember the stunning aroma of clean and nurse and hair and her arousal. She used her breasts to push me towards the washing machine. She leaned into me, and I leaned backwards. Then, in a moment that was wildly confusing, she took me
by the wrists and said something like, “I understand you are a masochist.”

Well, that really broke my mood. I had no idea what she had just called me. I did not know if I was good or bad, safe or in trouble. I swallowed my young teenage pride, and asked her what she had just said. All she did was smile. It was the first time I had seen that Dominant smile. Somewhere, in all the heat of troubled and confused discovery, that smile connected to something very deep in my persona. I raised my flag and surrendered. The only fear I felt was a terrifying thought that someone might walk in on us. Well gag me with a towel, no one did! Later, she told me what a masochist was, and what a sadist was, and she began the explanation to all I had felt since my opening chapter. I now had the vocabulary! I had the first clue as to what was driving me. I also had a much deeper appreciation of the healing arts. Nursing is indeed a noble profession.

Incidental fact: the largest clientele base that calls and visits La Domaine is composed of members of the healing profession, and of that group, nurses make up the vast majority.