'Maternal Care' Segment V

Derrick awakens. He feels amazingly relaxed, lying supine. He peers about not able to see much... walls of white enamel to his left and right. The ceiling lights above are bright and he realizes he is lying in the moist but otherwise empty oversized tub, head and back pressed to the bottom, legs bent at the hips, calves and ankles resting on the top edges, right and left. He realizes that in reclining in such a pose, his male package is obscenely presented. For some reason he seems not to care, tranquility remaining.

“My boy awake?” Derrick looking to see the handsome dark face of his Nanny peering from above.

Something gurgles from his mouth, bringing his Nanny to smile.

“Yes, quite relaxed. You’ll speak better in a few minutes. Just rest a bit. And if you feel some soreness down below, don’t be alarmed. I ringed you. You’ll heal over the weekend and be fine for work on Monday.”

“Ringed?” the word not fully discernible, his Nanny more or less reading his lips.

“A nice thick Prince Albert piercing for your little penis... and a guiche... that’s at your perineum near your anus. Quite useful for my control... particularly when you’re not in your diaper and I don’t want to allow a stiffy.”    

What! Derrick’s look gives away his concern.

“Maternal control... recall? Feminine authority? Your wife has decided... and you don’t want to cross her. No job... no money... no home. Keep your situation in mind.”

As she speaks Nanny leans over the side of the tub, an arm lowering. Despite the trauma... physical and emotional... Derrick is disappointed to see she has covered herself, returned to complete uniform of starched white. His thoughts divert when a hooked finger goes to his pubes area. Derrick manages to lift his head, watching in shock as a finger slips into a large oblong shaped ring inserted into his urethral opening, spearing the underside of the shaft some inch and a half below the tip.

“Ugh,” the stab of pain more surprising than painful.

“See. Tiny penis, huge ring. Rather overwhelming I know. But as I explained to your wife and corporate general counsel when interviewing, it’s best when conquering the male ego and sex drive to do so completely and thoroughly. You’ll be feeling this... forever. Quite heavy... and thickly gauge.”

Nanny slips out her finger. Derrick feels his limp, wounded penis fall to the bottom of the tub with a clunk. Heavy indeed.   

But then her words sink in... an interview with his wife... and corporate general counsel... Liddy Kincaid! She must know of this quirky arrangement! Who else knows the CEO of a multi million dollar corporation has a Nanny?

“Think you can get up? You need to eat. And I think a good boy would once again like to be led about by his balls...wouldn’t he? You’re already coming to relish a woman’s controlling touch... and control you will be under.”

Drat... the woman seems to read inner thoughts that he so much would like to cast off!

The face and head momentarily disappear. In returning, arms lower, a fluffy towel in hand. Though body mostly dry, the towel grazes about. Derrick senses a not before felt thrill, soft cotton grazing over his skin not before bringing a brisance. The gentle effort brings to him a smile... an inadvertent show of the appreciation for the attention.

“Feels good, I know. The depilatory solution brings sensitivity. My special solution brings need for care. Surrender to me Derrick. It is best. You’re a boy... not a man to fight battles... and certainly not one to win.”

Derrick lies back, accepting again, not caring whether his strength will return. Soaking up the maternal care.