Femdom Nurse Lauren RN takes a break on her shift at the hospital. One of the male patients volunteered to be her willing and submissive seat for her beautiful ass to sit on.
“Femdom Nurse” by Chrissy Wild, femdom erotica with facesitting themes:
Femdom Nurse
John was always an independent person. He was tough, opinionated, and masculine. He was in control of his life, as well as his relationships. So when he had a terrible accident and ended up in the hospital in a full body cast, and found himself unable to move and out of complete control, he was in constant torment.
Nurses had to do everything for him, including eating, bathing and helping him relieve himself. It was humiliating and emasculating. Even his girlfriend would stop by once in a while to read him his mail and help the nurses out with brushing his teeth or washing his hair, or any of a number of menial tasks. This lack of control and utter dependence on other people was something new and very unwelcome to John.
“Light’s out,” the nurse said as she turned off John’s TV.
“But it’s only 9 o’clock,” protested John. “I have a bunch of things to watch.”
He laid there with his arms sticking straight out, and legs spread apart. The cast covered almost his whole body except for his head. He lay there motionless and powerless all day and every day.
“Now, what did we say about talking back?” the nurse asked John.
She was stunningly beautiful with long blonde hair and a slender body and nice tits. John hadn’t had sexual release for weeks, since before the accident. The nurses had access to his genitals through a hole in his cast and it took everything in his limited power to keep from getting a raging erection when they gave him his sponge bath.
“You said I should never talk back to someone who changes my bedpan,” said John, sheepishly.
“That’s right,” said the nurse, walking up toward John’s head. “I keep you nice and clean, so you don’t get all stinky and nasty. Right?” She tapped his nose with her finger and smiled. “You have to do as I say.”
“Okay,” said John.
He really detested the way the nurse talked down to him and the way she didn’t treat him like he was an adult. Normally he would have told this bitch off already, but she had him by the balls. He hated it.
The nurse leaned over John to reach for the drawstring that turned out his light. She leaned so much over John and so close to him that her tits were right in his face. He could see right down her shirt, which was unbuttoned at the top, to see her amazing cleavage. She loved to tease John. She seemed to love to make guys sexually frustrated.
“Nighty night,” the nurse said, leaving.
John watched her as she went. He would be dreaming about those tits and the way her wonderfully shaped ass looked in her scrubs. It was painful for John to sexually desire someone who was so horrible to him. He hated the way she treated him, but he was so intensely horny, he just wanted to worship the young nurse and her wonderful body.
“Cunt,” John muttered, well under his breath, and long after the nurse shut the door to his room.
As mean as she was to him, he was starting to get aroused. There was nothing more frustrating to John than to be aroused, and not being able to do anything about it. It was much worse than not being able to watch the late shows. The whole point of the casts was that he couldn’t move, so he couldn’t even move his hips to try to hump the blankets.
Suddenly he wished his girlfriend was there with him. She could at least give him a handjob to ease his sexual tension that had been building up steadily for almost a month. He would settle for that bitch nurse giving him release. It was the least she could do, the way she treated him. Didn’t she know how frustrating John’s situation was? In truth, she probably liked him just the way he was, powerless and completely dominated. As expected, John fell asleep thinking about the nurse and her beautiful tits and ass.
“Wakey wakey!” the nurse said loudly as she turned on the lights.
“What time is it? It feels early,” John said as he struggled to adjust to the light in the room at such an early hour.
“5 A.M.,” the nurse said. “Time for your sponge bath. I know it’s early but I want to end my shift so I can get out of here.”
The nurse filled a small bucket with warm water, which she brought and placed next to the hospital bed. She removed the thin cloth that covered John’s crotch.
“Well, look at that,” the nurse said. “Somebody certainly rose to the occasion.”
John was horrified that the nurse exposed his morning wood like that, and was now staring at his rock-hard dick, which stuck out of the cast’s crotch hole.
“This will be quick as usual,” said the nurse. “Seeing that there isn’t much of you exposed to wash, including that little thing.”
She pointed to his dick. John just kept his eyes shut and tried to think of anything else besides this hot, insulting nurse who was about to wash his hard dick. The nurse wet the sponge and began at John’s feet, quickly scrubbing them before moving on to his hands.
“Now I have to wash your naughty bits,” said the nurse. “And looks like they are still being quite naughty.”
John’s dick wasn’t getting soft any time soon, especially considering the attention it was about to get.
“It’s difficult to get to your cock, balls, and asshole, so I hope you don’t mind me sitting up on the bed,” said the nurse as she put her knee up on the bed between John’s spread legs and then hopped up onto the mattress.
The nurse got on her knees and moved very close to John’s crotch. She got the sponge wet and started at John’s asshole, caressing it with the warm sponge. Then she moved to his balls, which she scrubbed much less gently than John would have wanted.
When she got to his erect shaft, the nurse got more gentle with her washing, enveloping his dick with the sponge, and stroking it up and down. The soft, warm and wet sponge felt fantastic on John’s penis. The nurse used the sponge to wash up and down, and all around John’s dick, washing all over the sensitive areas, like the dick head and the skin on the underside of the shaft.
“Oh my God,” John said, clenching his teeth.
“What?” asked the nurse. “You’re not going to make a mess, are you?”
She began to increase the speed of her washing, masturbating him with the sponge. She was squeezing him tighter and jerking up and down at a quicker pace, all the while enjoying the tormented look on John’s face. His breathing picked up along with her pace.
As John started breathing more heavily and he began to lowly moan, the nurse stopped abruptly.
“All done,” she said, crawling back off the bed.
“Are you kidding me?” John asked, frustrated that he almost achieved a much-needed orgasm and release, but was stopped just short of ejaculating.
“A little case of blue balls will do you good,” the nurse said, dumping the bucket out in the sink. “See you tonight.”
She left to end her shift, leaving John on the bed in great pain. He desperately needed to cum.
The nurse stepped back in the room.
“Oh, and call me a cunt again, and I’ll smother you with it. Bye, sweetie.”
He remembered calling her a cunt under his breath, or at least what he thought was under his breath. For a second, he felt bad calling her that until he realized that he was absolutely right. She was a horrible cunt, and he just wanted to call her that again to her face. But he wouldn’t dare.
All day John felt like he needed sexual release. He was horny and his balls ached. Finally, when the day shift turned to the night shift, the blonde nurse returned to work. He had been daydreaming that she would return to work on his junk.
To his disappointment, the nurse largely ignored him and went about her usual nurse duties, making no reference to the almost erotic sponge bath that morning. When most of the day nurses had gone home, and visiting hours were over, the floor got quiet. The nurse came in and shut the door.
“It’s time for me to fulfill a promise,” the nurse said, coming up to John’s bed.
“Yeah?” John said in an excited voice. His dick was already hard, and he waited for the promise of sexual release that was left unfulfilled by the premature end to the handjob earlier that day.
“Yeah,” she said, climbing up onto the bed once again. “I promised I’d smother you with my cunt if you called me a cunt again.”
“But…” John said, confused. “I didn’t. I swear.”
“Tell that to the cunt,” the nurse said, carefully climbing over John’s body to bring her pussy right up to John’s face.
She put her knees past John’s head so her pussy hovered right over his helpless face. Then she slowly sat down on his face, almost completely covering it. She sat her full weight down on John’s face, blocking his air with her pussy and ass. She held onto his hair to hold steady.
When John started making muffled noises into the nurse’s pussy and started trying to move his head, the nurse realized he needed air. His chest was heaving.
“What was that?” she asked, looking down on him. “I can’t hear you?”
“Mmmm-hmmmm-mm,” John hummed into the nurse’s vagina.
The nurse eased off of John’s face and got on her knees. John gasped quickly for fresh air.
“You look a little warm,” she said down to him. “Can’t stand the heat?”
“I’m sorry,” John said, out of breath.
“I know you’re a sorry sack of shit,” the nurse said. “What else is new?”
“I’m sorry I called you a cunt.”
“You like my cunt?”
John didn’t know how to answer. The nurse sat back down on his face, leaving his eyes to be able to look up at her from between her legs. She leaned back just enough so John’s nostrils could get a little air, but still pressed up against her scrubs and her crotch.
“I said, ‘you like my cunt?’”
“Mm-hmm,” John muttered.
“Breathe it in,” she said. “You like to smell my pussy?”
She leaned back further, putting one hand on John’s chest cast.
“Yes,” said John.
“Yes, what?”
She squeezed his hair with her other hand, so some of it was getting painfully pulled.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said.
“Good,” she said. “It’s time you showed some respect.”
She got up on her knees and moved them around so she was facing John’s feet, with her knees on either side of his torso.
“I’m supposed to be doing physical therapy with you for the next two hours, but I feel like watching TV. Just to make sure you keep your mouth shut, I’m going to watch the TV the whole two hours while sitting on your face. Okay?”
Before John could answer, the nurse sat her ass down on his face, so his nose was in her ass crack. She sat her full weight down, which painfully pushed John’s head into his pillow. The nurse wiggled her ass and adjusted so she could hear his breathing through his nose.
“Now you can smell my ass,” she said. “Get used to it.”
She picked up the remote control and switched on the TV. She tuned it to a romantic comedy that was playing. John always hated “chick flicks” and refused to allow his girlfriend to watch them. But now he had no choice but to listen to the whole movie under the nurse’s ass. He couldn’t move because of the casts, but now especially because this beautiful ass was sitting on his face, nearly smothering him. He definitely couldn’t say anything.
John laid there for the whole two hours while breathing heavily out of his nostrils, and breathing in the aromas of the nurse’s pussy and ass. He wasn’t quite sure what the nurse meant by ‘get used to it.’
Soon he would learn. Every night for the rest of his time in the hospital, John had to endure the nurse sitting on his face. In between her nurse’s duties, she would come into his room and sit on his face. He learned he could sleep with his face in her ass crack. He would dream about ass and wake up to it, dominating his world.
After a few weeks of this routine, the nurse became good friend’s with John’s girlfriend. His girlfriend eventually told him that things were going to be very different from then on.
The nurse had educated John’s girlfriend on the joys of a female-led relationship. The girlfriend complained to the nurse that John would often try to control her and shut her up and complain about her. The nurse told her that all she had to do was sit on John’s face whenever John wasn’t doing the housework, and she’d never have to deal with his back-talk again.
John used to be a control freak. Now, he would have no choice but to listen patiently to everything his girlfriend said to him. Because he used to try to control his relationship and his girlfriend too much, he was about to lose complete control of everything, including his own freedom to move or speak.
John’s girlfriend owed a great deal of gratitude to the nurse for teaching her the ways of female domination at the home. When John was finally discharged from the hospital, his girlfriend invited the nurse over, and they started a long friendship, complete with sharing the boyfriend facesitting and punishment duties.
Now John has total respect for women, and calls them ‘ma’am,’ and says ‘yes ma’am,’ and ‘no ma’am,’ when he ever gets to speak at all.