'Maternal Care' Segment IV

“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.

'Maternal Care' Segment III

 “You’re not obeying me. It is not good to ignore your Nanny,” the melodic, pleasant voice brings Derrick from his recollections.

Remaining both enraged and frustrated from the afternoon’s revelations, now learning his wife has left on an extended vacation... with men who ‘sing, dance and fuck all day and night’... greeted in his own home by a pretentious yet seemingly matronly woman, Derrick is mentally exhausted. He knows he should fight, resist, but mustering the mental energy is trying.

“I need a drink,” starting to step past the woman of determination.

His Nanny moves to block his path.

“You’re not obeying. And there is no alcohol. Your wife gave me directions... and the key to the wine cellar. It has a new lock and all spirits have been removed from the kitchen and diningroom,” Nanny’s arms going to fold about her chest in a stance of authority. 

The standoff of many moments finally ends, Nanny’s face turning to a smile of triumph, the resistence of Derrick Mason slowly ebbing. She knows this... Derrick realizes. She knows he is emotionally out of bullets.

“You’ve had a trying day, Derrick. Take off your clothes. I am here for you. I will bathe you... nice hot, soapy water. This is what I do. And if you’re a good boy I have something you very much like.”   

With that, the arms unfold, hands going to the front of the thick white cloth of Nanny’s blouse. Fingers curl at the vertical seam running from neck to her waist. The hands pull. To the sound of a rip, Derrick finds the blouse does not button, but instead the garment separates, Velcro binding easily yielding to reveal beneath a brassiere, partial cups supporting mammary glands of size and... in Derrick’s mind... exquisite proportion... nipples protruding forth in invitation.

“Yes, good boys get a reward,” Nanny smiling brightly. “You may taste your Nanny... but not when you’re clothed. And I have something that makes your Nanny taste very good.”

Right hand to the pocket of her skirt, Nanny retracts a small jar, making a show of slowly unscrewing the lid, letting Derrick stare in lust, ignoring as a finger dips into a gooey substance then goes to right nipple then left to libidinously coat sentient flesh of dark reddish-brown.

“You’ll come to very much enjoy suckling your Nanny. Honey... and a very special ingredient.”

An entranced Derrick steps forth, head lowering, lips approaching. Such an inspiring end to a day from hell.

“No, no. Your clothes. And I need to show you how to tether your wrists for me.”

Nanny steps back, sending a message of denial. But she also returns the jar to her pocket and removes her blouse. Derrick has not before seen such a bra, the partial cups making the glands jut forth in welcome... beseeching attention.

Any remaining feistiness further ebbs. A part of him suggests continued defiance. Such erodes quickly.

“No drink. Well, I guess a hot bath will be... ah... nice,” his tone one of agreement.

“I will make you clean... and presentable. And we’ll talk. I think there are many things you’d like to tell your Nanny.”        

Not having any idea of what that may be, Derrick reaches and loosens his tie.

“Good boy. When you enter the house, just leave all your clothing here on the chair. Folded neatly. Good boys, keep things neat for their Nanny,” the voice now coming as soothing, Derrick continuing to undress, mesmerized by the enticement of such beauteous, firm and attractive breasts.

The nipples glisten with the sticky substance, seeming to beg for oral caress... to be licked clean and suckled.  

Shoes, slacks, socks, shirt... there comes pause as Derrick stands before the woman in just undershorts. Penis engorging, he realizes that complete nudity will spur full erection.

“You’ll not be bathed in your underwear... and you’ll not suckle. And if you have a nice stiffy for me, I’m sure you’d like to show it to me. As I said Derrick, I have had many boys... many years... seen what they have for me.”

A ‘stiffy’. Derrick imagines the woman... Nanny... chuckling in having young males so priapicly react to a fully clothed woman, now condescending in presenting her glands in coaxing his cooperation.    

Slowly, Derrick drops his undershorts. As he steps out of his remaining garb, he sheepishly notes he is fully erect.

“All you boys so much enjoy showing off for your Nanny. Well we’ll take care of that. You’ll be showing off for me... but when and how I want... not when you want,” the words coming with a knowing chuckle.

Nanny steps to the table, picking up the strips of vinyl.

“Now I’m going to show you how to do this just once. Then you’ll be doing it every time you step through the door. House rules... your Nanny’s orders.”

Nanny encircles the right wrist, threading the tip of one end of the strip through the small opening of the opposing end.

“Now place the index finger of your left hand on your right wrist. Yes, good boy. I will tighten a little bit, then you lean and finish tightening, pulling the end with your teeth. Leave your finger in place.”

Derrick complies, lowering his head, opening his mouth then biting and pulling. The circle of vinyl tightens.

“Good boy. Now slip out your finger. Yes, see, tight but not cutting off your circulation... yet not to be slipped off. Now you do your left wrist for me,” handing Derrick the second strip.

As Derrick pauses in thought, the revelation coming that he is preparing himself to be bound, a meaty, soft and warm hand goes to his pubes, first cupping his scrotum then rising to briefly palpate his erection.

“You’re tiny here Derrick, as your wife explained to me. I can see why she wants to spend some time in the islands. The boys are big down there. A woman needs some deep penetration from time to time... some more than others, ha, ha, ha.”

Can there come words of protest? Denial? Refute his size? Not while standing naked and erect. There can be no countering his Nanny’s assessment of his four inches. Instead Derrick saddens.

“Don’t be gloomy, Derrick. Every boy has a role. You just won’t be pleasing your wife... not as she deserves to be pleased. Finish up. It’s bath time. I’m going to make you feel very good... and look good. Then you can suckle and I’ll feed you.”

The contrasting emotions distract. Derrick finds his hands and fingers working as instructed, encircling his left wrist, right index finger pressing, teeth pulling. He knows not where all this will lead. But there is an inclination to yield to this woman. The day has been one battle and then another. He surrenders, eyes once again going to large, reddish-brown inviting nipples.  

“Arms back.”

Seeming to be in a trance, Derrick complies, hearing a ‘click, click’ as a double ‘D’ clamp, coming from nowhere, binds together the cable ties about his wrists.

“Such a good boy. Such a nice stiff penis.”

'Maternal Care' Segment II

“Good of you to stop in Derrick. You know Marilyn Hayes, representing your aunt’s estate. Since we’ve been talking, I felt it was easier for you to join us rather then packing up all the paper work and going to your office,” general counsel Liddy Kincaid gesturing to a chair at a small conference table strewn with documents.

As CEO of a multi million dollar corporation, Derrick indeed finds it a bit of a slight for him to go to her. Employees go to him.

“Not a problem. Got a text on my way back from lunch,” Derrick speaks in trying not to ogle the large breasted woman. Wife Margaret has always hassled him about the attributes he demands of female employees. His assistant of many years, Sophie Hazeltine, humorously chides him about it in private. And of course she is well proportioned at the chest as well. 

“We need to explain some things, Mr. Mason... mandated in your aunt’s will,” Marilyn Hayes getting right down to business. “About her eighty percent of the corporation.”

“Yes, of course.”

Derrick expects himself to be the beneficiary. He owns fifteen percent of the stock. Certain loyal, long time employees owning the remaining five percent. Having run the business for over ten years, being his aunt’s only blood relative, the bequeathment of his aunt’s eighty percent is about to be announced. He does his best to veil his excitement... much sacrifice over the many years... both financially and in swallowing much male pride. The woman was a tyrant.

“It’s going into a trust... your wife to be the trustee.”

“What!”

“Yes, along with a sizable amount of marketable securities and cash, details not to be disclosed to you,” Marilyn Hayes smug in her pronouncement.

“But... but... that’s not right. We’ve planned...”

“Yes, your wife mentioned that. Lots of spending over the years... no savings... relying on your aunt’s munificence at her demise. Well she had other thoughts.”

Derrick leans back in his chair. His salary has been comparatively modest over the years, leaving the corporation with as much cash flow as possible in order to grow... for his aunt’s benefit... and of course eventually his. His monthly pay check barely covers the mortgage and taxes on his mansion... purchased at a stretch under the urging of his wife. 

His hand goes to his forehead in duress. Marilyn and Liddy suppress laughter.

“Yes a surprise. Your aunt wanted to leave the stock directly to your wife. But I pointed out that in a community property state you’d be entitled to half and thus have voting control of the corporation. She did not want you to have control of anything.”

Financially neutered!

“The terms of the trust?” Derrick blurts in desperation.

“You’re not to know.... other than that your wife votes the shares... and pays herself trustee fees.”

“So Derrick, you’re now working for your wife,” Liddy gaily explains.

“And there’s more. I recommended a rights offering,” Marilyn continues, “raising money for the corporation. In order for your ownership not to be diluted you’ll need to contribute one and a half million dollars in order to keep your level of ownership at fifteen percent. If you don’t exercise your rights, the other shareholders, trust included, can acquire and utilize your unused rights.”

“But that would mean the corporation would be issuing some ten million dollars in stock. What are we to do with that much?” Derrick’s thoughts shifting from his personal predicament to that of CEO.

“You are not going to do anything with it. The corporation will be purchasing an aircraft... a sleek jet... for the new chairman of the board.” Liddy explains with glee.

“The new chairman?”

“Your wife.”

Yes, Derrick quickly realizes, Margaret Mason’s propensity to party... now to be fully manifested... jetting wherever a cocktail party beckons.

“What will I be left with?”

“No rights exercised... one and one half percent.”      

Derrick is apoplectic. In his dismay he looks to see both women sitting, shoulders back, prominently presenting mammary glands of size, seeming to subtly mock his penchant for large breasted women. In another time... another place... their combined actions would be interpreted as a sultry invitation... ‘come hither’. 

“Well we... I... don’t have the cash.”

“No cash... as expected. And you’re going to have a hard time raising it... based on your new salary.”

“New salary?”

“Half, Derrick. Keep in mind the jet will be expensive to maintain. And of course there are the fee’s to the trust... and the Chairman of the Board’s salary. Your wife’s going to need it. I understand there’s quite the mortgage on your home...”  

“I’ll be talking to my attorney. I’ll sue.”

“Before incurring substantial legal fees, Derrick... take some free counsel,” Marilyn Hayes advises in a smooth and calm voice, countering Derrick’s tone of exasperation. “Under Delaware law, the Chancery courts have ruled that legal action brought by shareholders of less than five percent are considered nuisance suits... readily dismissed.”

“We’re not in Delaware,” Derrick enjoying a ‘gotcha’ moment.

“No, but the business is incorporated there. A very business friendly state. Attack by an insignificant shareholder is viewed more or less as that of a pesky gnat. And you can’t remain as CEO and sue the company. So without a job and any income at all, think of the quality of the legal advice you’ll be able to afford.”  

More stunning revelation... how quickly and easily CEO Derrick Mason can find himself to be unemployed. He sits back in silent defeat.

“You’re dismissed Derrick,” general counsel Libby Kincaid summarily advises. “Marilyn and I have more things to talk about. You’re not needed. You may go home.”

'Maternal Care' Segment I

I've been writing. Just not completing anything and therefore not posting.

As I senesce, I seem to get bored with my stories before completing. Much unfinished stuff  in my word processor.

I will finish this. Soft but Female Dominant/male submissive

Thank you for bearing with me.

Enjoy.

CB 

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Maternal Care

Copyright 2022

by Chris Bellows

“Whoa... you... ah... surprised me!”

Derrick Mason steps past his front door entering the foyer of his modest mansion, not expecting a

guest or visitor. His shock quickly subsides in noting that the interloper is a woman of color,

hands on hips, her starched white uniform suggesting she is not a person of nefarious intent. In

placing his keys on a nearby table he notes two narrow strips of black vinyl. Putting aside the

momentary distraction he looks up to examine. The woman is tall, above his height of five foot

six, appears past her twenties... doubtful if she is in her fourth decade... very dark complexion,

broad shoulders, and a relatively narrow waist which visually enhances breasts of size, the

uniform doing little to cloak the woman’s shapeliness.

A shy smile... polite... comes to a handsome face of coal black, lips giving way to teeth of

gleaming white. With her silence, Derrick Mason quickly concludes she in turn is assessing him.

“Your wife arranged my stay... providing a key. I am your Nanny,” the woman finally speaks.

The words come in a clipped staccato, good English but not that of the United States. It is most

likely her second language.

“My Nanny? Ah... well... Margaret does have her pranks.”

“No prank, Mr. Mason... I shall call you Derrick. You’re to be under maternal care... here in the

home. It’s been arranged,” the pleasant smile giving way to a stern look as the words come with

gravity.

“Yes... we... of course. Just where is Margaret? I’ve had a rather trying day.”

“Your wife is traveling. I presume by now in flight... soon to be landing.”

Derrick is disturbed... not only the woman’s demeanor shifting to one of purpose and

determination... but this ‘Nanny’ unknown seems to know more about his wife than he does.

“Traveling where? She did not tell me.”

“You’ve spent a few hours with the attorneys today. I am sure you’re aware there will be

changes.”

More surprise, the woman knowing of his day.

“And if you must know, she told me she’s vacationing for an extended time on an island where

the local men are handsome and sing, dance and fuck all day and night. Her words not mine. I

refrain from such language.”

Derrick nods. That’s Margaret... always looking to party... always seeking new ‘acquaintances’...

always egging him to break out of his shell... which in her mind means overlooking her

escapades.

“Do you have a name? If you’re going to work for me I know not what to call you,” Derrick

diverting his thoughts from his wife’s unfaithfulness.

“Yes, it’s Nanny. And I don’t work for you, Derrick. I have been engaged by your wife and am

paid by the corporation... her corporation.”

The words bring Derrick Mason to bristle, thoughts reverting to his afternoon of aggravation...

hours with in house corporate counsel and an attorney for his late aunt’s estate.

“When entering the house from work, you’ll step in the door and disrobe for me... completely.

Those cable ties... the vinyl strips... are for your wrists. You’ll be bathed, fed then spend the

evening under maternal care until I dress you for work in the morning. There will be other

protocols which we’ll go over... but it begins with you presenting yourself nude, wrists tethered.”

Derrick Mason knows not whether to laugh or forcefully object, looking over the woman with a

discerning eye. Stunned, he remains silent.

“As you can see by my attire, I am a nurse... well trained... many years of handling boys. You’ll

come to relish my care. There will be rewards... and punishments... all resulting in obedience...

complete obedience,” the voice soft but firm and direct.

“And if I don’t? It’s... untoward... don’t you think? It’s my home... but being unclothed... with a

woman!”

“As I said, I am a nurse... nothing I have not seen nor handled before. Your wife is aware of the

details of my care. And I think the attorneys explained to you your precarious position...

financially.”

The woman...’Nanny’... knows too much!

“Details of your care?” Derrick cannot stop from asking.

“You’re to be under strict feminine authority... to be degraded... and humiliated. Your wife has

concluded it is best for you. Apparently planned in concert with your late aunt.”

A conspiracy! His mother’s sister never fully appreciated his hard work in managing the

corporation over the past ten years. Her attitude has been that she was stuck with him... and

perhaps she was. He has certainly been stuck with her... until her demise last month.

“Strip!”

With the sharp command Derrick, diverts his thoughts... to the afternoon meeting in the office of

general counsel... what he heretofore thought of as ‘his’ general counsel.