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Subject: {ASSM} "Patient"  by  deirdre  (FF, D/s, sm)  --  rp by H. Jekyll and Please Cain
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Patient 
by deirdre

(FF, D/s, sm)

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will finish reposting all 156 stories this month.

While you're following the a.s.s.m. 10th Anniversary "deirdre-fest,"
enjoy! There's still time to contribute.

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

Date: Thu, 21 Apr 1994 20:35:48 UTC

Patient 
by deirdre

I am a 32-year-old nurse, who a long time ago settled down for the
routine of a doctor's office. There are four doctors in the office and
I started with them when they opened the office so I have been the
senior nurse in residence for quite some time. Recently a young nurse,
Jen was hired, right out of nurse's training. She was a shy little
thing and naive to boot. Naturally it falls on me to introduce the new
nurses to the routine and as usual, I told Jen that if any patient got
out of hand, or even just made her nervous, that she should just leave
and come find me. My experience in hospital work as well as the office
have given me the tough skin to bull my way through practically any
such situation.

Well, before the week was through, Jen came running to me, very nervous
so I told her to go relax and get a drink of water and I would take
over the patient. I walked in the examining room and was surprised to
find the patient was female! She was sitting on the examination table,
but still fully dressed--and very well dressed too, wearing a
fashionable suit that I could never afford. And she was
gorgeous--absolutely one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.
She watched me enter, said "Hi" and gave me a friendly smile.

I was immediately confused: there was no indication of anything that
should have upset Jen--I had a quick thought wondering about Jen's
sexual preferences, then I turned my complete attention to the patient.
And believe it or not, I began to feel uneasy--and it's hard to say
why. Maybe it was knowing this woman might have done something strange
to upset Jen, but at least part of it was simply how sexy this woman
was. I couldn't believe something like that would make me nervous.

Well I started with my duties, preparing to take her history, getting
her height, weight, and blood pressure. Her name was Sharon. I asked
her to take off everything but her bra and panties, then set to my own
preparations in such a way she wouldn't feel she was being stared at.
That is another technique that comes from experience.

Well, when I turned around to start, she was completely naked! I was
startled out of my mind, but I hid it well. I told her it wasn't
necessary for her to remove all her clothes just yet and she said she
didn't mind, that she wasn't a modest sort of person. And she was just
as beautiful naked as clothed, with a figure like I had never seen
before. There she stood, still with her friendly smile, completely
naked though she didn't have to be, standing there in front of me,
completely clothed. My heart was beating harder and I could tell I was
turned on! What a shock! I'd never thought about anyone but men for my
entire life.

Well, despite how I was feeling, I do have the ability to keep myself
together and keep a straight face. I got her history and had her get on
the scale. Standing so close to her was murder. I glanced down at the
front of her body once while I was standing there right next to her and
the shock hit me again--her breasts were perfect, and so close! A
little devil in me suggested grabbing her body and putting my mouth
over her breast. Realizing such ideas could pop in my head made me feel
more nervous.

Then I had to get her blood pressure. Touching her arm was murder. She
still just sat there giving me a friendly smile--whenever I looked at
her eyes, they were on mine. And her breasts and her cunt, right there
in front of me! I couldn't stand it.

I walked over to a desk to fill out her form. She came over and stood
right next to me, obviously watching what I wrote. Again my body
responded to having her just inches away. Realizing that she had chosen
to put her nude, sexy body so close to mine was almost the end of me.
Her body bumped mine lightly--obviously an accident. I tried hard to
control my breathing. Finally, I told her to wait for the doctor and
left the room. I immediately collapsed in a chair, fanning myself and
catching my breath for 5 minutes. And I thought I'd seen it all!

A half an hour later she was ready to leave. I couldn't help myself-- I
watched her talking to the receptionist. When she was done, she looked
up at me and smiled again! There I was, a bundle of nerves, getting
wet, and all over a woman who had done nothing but give me a friendly
smile and show herself to be secure with her body. She walked over to
me and said in a low voice: "Be at my front door tomorrow at 7:30PM".
Then she turned around and walked out.

I was flabbergasted. Obviously she knew what I was feeling. What a
strange invitation. I didn't know where she lived! But I could find out
from her records. She must have realized that.

There was no way I would do such a thing. Such things were not a part
of my life. I would write this all off as a learning experience-- one
can surprise oneself--and then forget about it. But that night as I lay
awake in bed, I thought of that invitation. It was actually more of a
command the way she said it. I shut my eyes and I felt that body close
to me again. Sharon. My mind kept going back to that examination room
all night. I lay awake a long time before drifting off.

The next day I remembered again, and remembered the promise of that
body. And I felt horny! My mind kept drifting back to Sharon and I was
absentminded all day at work. I looked up her address. I knew I could
find her house. I don't know why I looked it up, but now I knew I could
go there.

At 5PM I left work. I went home but couldn't eat anything. I just paced
like a cat. I went to my bedroom and started trying on clothes. I
realized I was searching for something fashionable and sexy. I felt
like a frump, an old lady. It was 7PM and I went out to the car. I
couldn't believe I was doing this! I drove to Sharon's house with my
heart in my throat. I felt like I didn't know who was controlling me.

I knocked on Sharon's door at precisely 7:30PM. The door opened and
there was Jen! I just stood there with my mouth open, not knowing what
was happening. Jen told me to come in, then when I just stood like a
statue, she took my arm and led me in. She was wearing a skin-tight
little black dress and high heels--no stockings. She wasn't wearing a
bra either, something that was quite evident, and looked like she was
wearing no panties. We were in the living room. I wondered if I had
gotten the address wrong. She handed me a dress like the one she was
wearing and a pair of heels and told me to change. I felt like I were
in a dream but I knew this wasn't right. She smiled at me. Jen is
pretty sexy too. Then she left, shutting the door behind her.

There I was in the living room, not able to figure any of it out. I was
sure I hadn't gotten the address wrong. I wondered what I would look
like in that sexy little dress. It was so small in my hands! I knew I
would be sexier in it than in what I was wearing and maybe Sharon would
find me attractive. What was Jen doing here? I stood behind a big chair
and changed. It was in no way completely private, but I felt I could
duck. I wore the dress with no bra or panties or stockings. It clung to
me tightly. I felt so decadent.

In a minute, another woman came in--not Jen or Sharon! She was dressed
exactly like Jen and me. She told me to come and led me into a hall,
then upstairs, then brought me into a room. It was a bedroom. It was
large and sumptuously furnished with a beautiful king-size bed. The
door opened behind me and Sharon walked in. My mouth hung open--she was
even more beautiful than I remembered. She wore a knee-length skirt and
a white blouse--a stark contrast to the little dresses the other woman
and I wore. She looked so . . . classy. And sophisticated. I felt like
a tramp dressed the way I was next to her. She didn't say anything but
smiled at me and walked up to me. She came right up in front of me.
Something made me feel like running away. She still smiled. She put
something around my neck, then held my neck by it. I glanced down. It
was a whip! She pulled my face toward hers, and with a sleepy look
opened her lips and kissed me. I couldn't help but respond. In seconds,
her tongue was inside my mouth, probing. Finally she drew away, smiling
at me, but still holding the whip around my neck. I was powerless in
her hands. "Tonight you're going to be whipped" she said. I felt cool
air on my rear as someone raised the back of my dress.


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