“Feel good... nice and comfy?”
The query comes in a soft childlike voice, Derrick’s new Nanny speaking as if to a toddler.
His nods, the warm soapy water most soothing as promised. Sitting upright in the huge bathtub contracted and specially installed by wife Margaret, arms secured behind his back, a kneeling Nanny dotes over him, assuring he sinks not into the deep water and helplessly drowns.
“You’ll feel some tingling,” arising and reaching behind to unhook the partial brassiere.
Baring herself from the waist up, Derrick finds himself salivating, the support of the removed garment’s half cups seeming superfluous, the glands firm, the glistening nipples continuing to invite.
Such beauty! Such a lustful sight!
“There is a mild depilatory I mixed in the bath water. In a few weeks time it won’t be needed. You’ll be nice and smooth for me... everywhere. So don’t be alarmed when you’re defoliated. It’s the way I like my boys.”
Nanny returns to kneeling at tub side, chamois in hand. She begins to lave neck and shoulders. Should Derrick be alarmed as she gently wipes his checks and chin, bringing tingling and presumed hair removal where a man needs to appear as a man?
“Please not on my face, Nanny.”
“Oh, I’ll be shaving you. But softening the follicles helps. Shaving will just be for your face. And in time that won’t be needed as well.”
As Derrick begins to object, Nanny’s free hand goes to her left breast, lifting from below, cupping to present the coated nipple.
“Good boys get a reward. Licky, licky... be gentle... no teeth. Bad boys get a trip to the dentist,” the words again childlike... yet so ominous.
Such temptation! Too long denied, Derrick cranes his neck, putting aside his concerns of hair removal. He opens his mouth and engulfs ravenously. Whatever the nectar... honey as suggested... the sweetness is offset by something pungent yet pleasant.
Nanny did mention an added ingredient... a very special ingredient. In savoring, should Derrick be concerned?
“Good boy,” Nanny coos. “Make it nice and clean and you’ll have another,” Nanny slightly rolling her shoulders to jiggle her right breast.
Shoulders swabbed, Nanny lowers her chamois hand, cleansing the chest, tantalizingly smoothing over pink male nubs. It feels so good!
“Did you enjoy being led about by your balls?” Nanny inquires in a playfully provocative tone.
Mouth filled with sentient feminine flesh, Derrick murmurs concurrence, quickly berating himself for not expressing male revulsion. Yet the hand, gripping lightly, felt good. Warm, controlling but for some reason indeed not objectionable. From the livingroom, up the stairs, down the hall, to the master bath, with arms and hands encumbered there could be no defiance, earning a stronger and more controlling grip... and possibly pain... excruciating pain... should there be need to bring capitulation. No Derrick obediently stepped behind.
Yes, soft, warm, convincing yet disconcertingly comfortable, Derrick followed Nanny’s hand... meekly followed. Yes, a woman led him about by his precious plums!
“These are important first steps Derrick... ceding to my authority. You’ll be better for it... help you transform to your new role. Your wife now controls the finances... you’ll not have a care in that regard... and I will control you. Everything will be just fine,” the words coming as the left hand slips from her left breast and reaches to present the right, sticky coating remaining. “You enjoy my concoction... the honey?”
Ingesting gleefully, Derrick again murmurs. He enjoys indeed... but it is more than the taste and the sense that he is pleasing. Something is happening. There is glee... inner peace... a weight is lifting... emotional. Though he sits bound, being treated as a child, there comes acceptance. He hungrily engulfs again, the right nipple of size beckoning, filling his mouth. He senses that he is no longer erect, the soothing hot water having its effect. Yet, there is something happening... not the physical sensation of pending orgasm... but feeling as though he has indeed had one.
The embarrassment.... the humility of being bathed like an infant matters not. Concerns of the humiliation fade. There is tranquility... a deservingly just end to a most daunting day.
Then Derrick struggles to keep open his eyes. Slumber beckons. As the nipple is sucked clean, his latch releases, mouth opening, the breast dipping in retreat. Lastly he senses a very strong arm reach behind him, assuring he slumps not down into the water.
“You boys so much relish Nanny’s ketamine.”
Such words are not heard. Derrick enters another world... one of complacency, quiescence... and most importantly surrender.