“Mr. Davidson?”

“Yooo-hooo, Mr. Davidson?”

I woke up suddenly and became aware of three things. My ass hurt, I had to pee, and Katie was here. She was beside the bed, smiling. Only she didn't look like Katie this morning. Instead, she wore a nurse’s uniform, with a stethoscope draped around her graceful neck.

My mouth was bone dry, but I croaked out a greeting. “Good morning, Sweetheart! What’s going on?”

“Mr. Davidson! This is a hospital, and I am a professional health care provider. My name is Nurse Katie, RSH. Please refer to me by my proper name and title.”

She pointed to a little name badge that read “Nurse Katie, RSH.” The ‘i’ was dotted with a little heart.

It seemed best to play along with her. I smiled and said, “Oh! I’m sorry, Nurse Katie.”

“Well, it’s okay. Almost all of my male patients try to get fresh with me. Some of the females do, too. People say I’m irresistible,” and she giggled.

"Ummm, what's an RSH?"

"That stands for Registered Sexual Healer. It's a new field, but it's a dandy!"

I took a moment to really look at her. The lovely, sophisticated redhead I knew and loved was gone. Instead, she had long black hair with bangs. I realized she looked a heck of a lot like Bettie Page, and that was never a bad thing in my book. Her voice was also different. Her voice seemed to blend Marilyn Monroe with Betty Boop. And she had a Brooklyn accent for some reason. She chewed gum with passion, occasionally blowing bubbles and popping them. And I swear she had either stuffed her bra or had employed some other means to enhance her bust. Her cleavage was on prominent display, with a lace bra visible - and her tits looked enormous! She stood close to the bed, so I couldn't see her legs, but I'd have bet anybody a hundred bucks she was wearing fishnet stockings. How had she done this? Why had she done it? It boggled my mind.

I looked down and realized that I was completely naked, except for my collar and a little hospital ID bracelet. It wasn’t a real one. It was made of paper and stapled on, but it was pretty close. I looked, and sure enough, she had neatly typed my name on it. Apparently my name was “Puppy J. Davidson.” Oh, well, it wasn't the worst thing I'd been through recently.

Nurse Katie held an authentic-looking medical chart for good measure. My darling girl never did anything halfway.

I had wondered if I’d ever have a normal day with her, and I was beginning to think the answer was no. And honestly, I wasn’t sure whether that was good or bad. It sure made for an interesting life.

“Nurse Katie, what is all this?”

“Well, it says in your chart that your girlfriend dropped you off at the ER. You had a little accident yesterday, and your poor little tushy got hurt. It looks like your X-ray results are here. Do you wanna see?”

“Ummm, sure?”

She handed me a sheet of paper. It wasn’t an X-ray, but it was definitely my ass. It was clearly one of the photos Katie took last night. My ass was bright red, with little white hearts and cocks appearing in several locations. It gave me shivers just looking at it.

“That sure looks like it hurts, but don’t worry! I’m here to take care of you. We’ll soon have you up and ready for action.”

“Oh, I see. Well, that’s very nice. Thank you. What do I need to do?”

“First things first. You better go tinkle. Can you make it to the bathroom, or would you like a catheter?” She held one up, and her smile was positively beaming. She was obviously having a lot of fun playing this part. It was definitely the real thing, in a sealed plastic bag. Was she really planning to jam that thing in my cock? I’d been in a real hospital before, and I didn't want to relive the experience.

“Oh, I can get up. No worries.” Yep. I’d crawl there on my hands and knees if I had to.

She looked disappointed for a moment. Then she giggled and said, “Oh, well, maybe next time!” and tossed the cursed thing into the corner.

She helped me out of bed and supported me. I was glad she was so strong. I was moving pretty slowly, and I was sure there were some pretty big bruises on my butt. Her help was more than welcome. When we got to the bathroom, she stood there watching while I did my business. When I finished, I turned to face her. She giggled and said, “Well, it looks like somebody forgot their gown!”

She squatted down then and examined my cock, as if she'd never seen it before. She stood up, looked at me sheepishly and said, “Between you and me, I think you have a very nice penis. My ex-boyfriend Charlie didn’t. His was small, and kind of bent. I used to call him ‘ol pickle-dick’. He didn’t think it was funny, but I did.”

She kept a perfectly straight face during that bizarre speech, but I sure didn’t. She acted like she couldn’t understand why I was laughing. It was clear to me now that she was doing everything she could to take my mind off of my poor, bruised ass. I really appreciated the effort.

“Well, Mr. D, let me find you a gown!”

She walked away, swishing her delightful fanny back and forth in the most provocative way possible. Sure enough, she wore fishnets that didn't quite reach her skirt. I could see the tops of her stockings and the straps of her garter belt. She wore platform shoes that added at least 3 inches to her already substantial height. My cock woke up and demanded to follow her. My mouth was watering at the thought of tasting her sweet nectar. If I weren't so bruised up, she'd have never made it to wherever she was going. She was pure temptation, and resistance was nowhere to be found.

She soon came back with a hospital gown for me. She looked down and said, "Oh! It looks like you missed me! That's very sweet, but I'm not allowed to fuck the patients. I can't even give 'em blowies anymore. I used to do that, and it caused all kinds of trouble. Three guys in ward 4 got into a fist fight over me. So, we better put that thing away!"

She held out the gown and helped me put it on. She even helped me tie it in back. It had little flowers printed all over it.

“That was a terrific pee, Mr. Davidson. You had a good, strong stream! If you need to make poo later, I can help with that too. Enemas are a lot of fun if you do them right!”

I made a mental note not to find out.

“C’mon now. Let’s get you back to your big comfy bed.”

On the way, she reached up and examined my collar as if she’d never seen it before. She looked at me sadly and said, “My dog Ranger used to wear one of these, but he died. I miss him more than ol’ Pickle-dick. He was a Good Boy, just like you.” I felt that familiar wave of warmth when she said that.

Before I got back in bed, she grabbed a wedge-shaped pillow from somewhere and slipped it behind my back. Once I was settled back in bed, she 'booped' me on the nose and said: “You wait right here, Mr D, and I’ll get your breakfast.” I didn't really want breakfast. I wanted her to hop up on the bed and ride me like a pony.

Nurse Katie disappeared, then returned a few minutes later with a tray. She had loaded it up with various items. She set it on the bed, reached over, and grabbed a stool from the corner. Where did she get that? When had she put it there? I must have slept better than I thought. She had given me some pills before I went to sleep. I hadn’t looked closely at them, but I was beginning to believe they weren’t Motrin.

She sat on the stool and fed me, one spoonful at a time. My breakfast included scrambled eggs, cinnamon-flavored oatmeal, fruit cocktail, and a little cup of chocolate pudding. She also brought hot coffee and cold orange juice. Nurse Katie positively doted on me during my meal. She actually did the ‘Here comes the airplane’ thing with me. It was hilarious and kind of wonderful. I could get used to this.

I noticed that she seemed very excited about that pudding. She made a big point of telling me she just loved chocolate pudding. It was her favorite. Well, what the heck? I told her she could have it. She thanked me profusely and snatched it off the tray with glee.

She then proceeded to put on a show with that pudding I’ll never forget. Every spoonful was an exercise in seduction. She made an elaborate show of dipping the spoon in and scooping up just a tiny bit of pudding. Then she raised the spoon to her beautiful red lips, and while her eyes stared deep into mine, her little pink tongue slowly licked each precious drop of pudding from it. If I could have sold tickets to that performance, I would have made a fortune.

At one point during this bizarre and erotic exhibition, she paused and became quite wistful.

“I used to like Butterscotch pudding better than chocolate, you know? My other ex-boyfriend Tommy used to like to lick it off my nipples. It was really nice. But he cheated on me. Now I don’t like Butterscotch so much. It makes me real sad.”

She then shrugged and went on with the show. By the time she finished, I had an erection the size of a truck.

I thought about how much work she had put in for this scene. The persona she had adopted was adorable and so well composed. It occurred to me that Katie could have done very well on the stage. I didn’t know if I could put up Nurse Katie for long stretches, but for now she was exactly what I needed to make me forget about my troubles.

I wondered where she’d gotten the uniform and props. That question was answered weeks later. She showed me a small basement room dedicated to role-playing costumes and equipment. She had everything in there: nuns, aliens, librarians, and even Marie Antoinette. That time, she grabbed some Roman togas and ordered me to help her bring up some imitation marble columns. That night, I worshiped at the temple of the Goddess of Pleasure. It was my favorite church service ever.

When Nurse Katie finished feeding me, she removed the tray and set it down on the other side of the room.

“Well, now I need to check your vitals!” She said it with the enthusiasm of a five-year-old on Christmas morning.

She apparently didn’t own a blood pressure cuff, but she made a big show of taking my temperature. She asked whether I wanted it in my mouth or my little tushy. I told her my tushy was closed for now, so it would have to be the mouth. She stuck it in and waited a minute. Then she looked at the thermometer and grinned. "According to this, you're a real hottie!" Then she listened to my heart. "Oh! Your heart sounds like it's in love. That's so sweet!" and she giggled. She was having a lot of fun, and I realized I was too. None of this made any sense at all, but who was I to stand in her way?

She made a few notes on my chart, gave me a big, happy smile, and said: “Now, let’s roll you over and get to work on that poor little tushy!”

“Yes, Nurse Katie,” I said, rolling over onto my stomach.

She reached over and scooted me closer to her side of the bed. Her strength always surprised me. Her years of swimming and running had really paid off.

"You know, my good friends call me 'Bo', on account of my bodacious titties. I like you, Mr. D. I think you're swell! You can call me Bo, if you like."

I tried to suppress my laughter, but it was a losing battle. I couldn't love this brilliant woman any more if I tried.

"That'd be great, Bo. I think you're pretty swell, too!"

She was humming as she started untying my hospital gown.

“What’s that tune you’re humming, Bo?”

“Oh, I just call it my ‘Happy Little Tune’. Isn’t it swell?”

“Yes, I like it very much.” I later realized it was the same tune she’d hummed while picking out Little Beaver for my punishment the night before. Yikes!

Now that she had my gown off, she patted my shoulders and said, “Oh! You are so tense! The first thing we need to do is to get you nice and relaxed!”

Presently I could feel massage oil dripping on me. It smelled like sandalwood. I really liked that smell. It made me think of far-off places - nights under the stars, with a desert breeze blowing softly over the dunes.

She began with my back and shoulders, then moved on to my arms and hands. When she finished there, she started on my neck, and even my scalp got some care. I don’t know where she learned to do this, but it was absolutely heavenly. She made her way down to my thighs and calves next, and then my feet. I don't know if it's possible to cum just from someone massaging your toes, but I felt pretty close. It was so good. She could have done that all day, as far as I was concerned.

“Oh, Bo, that’s so nice. Thank you so much for that.”

“It’s just part of the service, sir. I couldn’t help noticing that your penis seemed to enjoy it. Maybe we can give him some special attention a little later. But now we need to get busy on Mister Tushy.”

She began spreading something cold on my ass cheeks, and it felt great. I think it must’ve been the same stuff she’d used down in her playroom the night before. “This is my special formula, Mr. D. It’s got Aloe Vera, lanolin, lidocaine, and a bunch of other nice stuff. You’ll be good as new in no time!”

I wasn’t as sore as yesterday, but I was still very tender back there. She was incredibly gentle and loving as she worked on me. It was wonderful. It was almost worth the price I’d paid to get here.

When she got done, she went over and picked up her chart again. “Oh my! There’s a note here that says I need to give you my special deep massage, too. I haven’t done one of those in a while. It’s fun! I think you’ll like it!” She popped her gum and smiled at me.

She instructed me to get on my hands and knees on the bed, and move so that my ‘Tushy’ was pointed out at her. Well, what could I do? She seemed to be in her element now, and everything she’d done to me this morning had been gentle, kind, and thoroughly enjoyable. And, as she reminded me, she was a health care professional. I took my chances and complied, while she went off to get some supplies.

She came back shortly, and I could hear the snap and pop of latex gloves being pulled onto her lovely hands. She told me I was a Good Boy for cooperating. That warm feeling washed over me again. It was lovely.

She was still humming her Happy Little Tune. She really seemed to be enjoying playing this scene. Meanwhile, I wondered what the hell I was getting myself into this time.

“Now, let’s see what we have here. I need to examine your anus. Some people like to call it a starfish. Others call it an asshole, but that’s what I call my ex-boyfriend Bill. I prefer to call it your rosebud, if that’s okay with you.”

“Ummm, sure. What are you going to do to my, uh, rosebud?”

“Well, the chart says that the doctor is worried you might have nerve damage from your accident. I need to give it a nice massage, and make sure all the nerves back here are ever so happy. Now hold still. I’ll need to get you clean before we start.”

I felt her take a cleaning wipe and give the whole area a thorough going-over. She tossed that in the small trash can beside the bed.

“Now for the fun part!”

I soon felt something cold dripping on the cleft of my ass, and it slowly began making its way down between my cheeks. I could hear Nurse Katie humming her Happy Little Tune as she watched.

“Isn’t gravity swell?” she asked. I had to agree.

Presently, I felt one of her fingers taking the same path, starting from the top of the cleft, and slowly spreading lube everywhere. It was a strange feeling. It was very invasive and intimate, but I trusted her. She was a health care professional, after all. Once she worked the lube around a bit, she focused on my ‘rosebud ’, just the gentlest touch here and there at first, along with occasional questions.

“Can you feel this, Mr D?”

“How about that?”

As she went on, she slowly grew bolder. She used one hand to spread my cheeks wide while a finger of her other hand circled the edge of my ‘rosebud’, and I have to admit I was loving it. I’d never had anyone touch me there, except for yesterday's shower fun, and was surprised at how good it felt. Yesterday's assault had been rude and powerful. Today's was slow and sensual. Every move she made aroused me and made me want her to do more. I realized she was teasing me, and it was working so well. I ached for more.

“You see, Mr. Davidson, it’s not so bad, is it?”

I sighed. “No, in fact it feels really nice.”

“There are so many nerves back here, and if you stimulate them properly, you can really have a nice time. Don’t you think so?”

She had really stepped up her game while she said that, and the only answer she got from me was a deep moan. I could hear her delighted giggle.

“Now, that’s the warm-up. Let’s get down to business!”

I felt more lube being applied, and her finger began applying more pressure until it started penetrating my ‘rosebud’ - just a small amount at first.

“Oh no, Mr. Davidson. That’s no good. I need you to relax your tushy so that I can do my job! You don’t want me to get in trouble with Nurse Kelsey, do you? She can be a real bitch!”

“No, of course not.” I hoped Nurse Kelsey was just a figment of her amazing imagination. I tried to relax. It wasn’t easy, but I did my best.

“You know, Mr. D, people really resist having this sort of thing done. We’re told that this part of the body is dirty, but it’s not as bad as people think. Also, it's a very vulnerable area, so we tend to protect it. It’s the ultimate taboo. We don’t want anyone to touch it or even mention it. That’s a real shame if you ask me. It can be a fun place if you know what you’re doing. As an RSH, I know exactly what I'm doing.”

I was in no shape to answer her then.

“Ok, now you’re doing a little better. Just relax.”

I felt her finger making a little more progress, and surprisingly, I was starting to really enjoy it.

“That’s it,” she said. “You're being so cooperative. You're such a Good Boy. I should get you a lollipop when we're done.” Again, the wave of happiness hit me. I hoped she'd say it again.

She steadily increased her activity, going deeper, moving faster, and adding some stretching.

Occasionally she would remove her finger completely, and she’d giggle when my ass moved toward her hand, seeking contact. At some point she said, “If you liked that, I think you’ll like this even more,” and she added a second finger into her activities.

I felt things stretching, and there was a slight burning sensation, but it was tolerable. Once the burn faded, I started really enjoying it. The physical pleasure was one thing, but the sense of violation was incredibly exciting to me. The little probing she’d done in the shower yesterday morning paled in comparison. I felt like she really did own me.

“You know, you’re doing really well. I think you’re ready for the next step. Look at this!”

I looked back, and she was holding a dildo. It was bright pink. It was very cheerful-looking. It had a little ridge spiraling up its length, and a pair of simulated balls at one end. As I watched her, she smeared some lube on it and started stroking it like a cock. I was going to protest. I had to admit I felt confused about this whole thing, but she had made me ache for more of this delicious experience. I realized I was willing to let her do anything she wanted.

“Ok, here we go.”

I felt it slide in a little bit, oh so slowly. There was some more stretching and a little more burning, but it wasn’t bad. Then she slowly pulled it back out. Every time she got it in me, she told me I was a Good Boy again, and that wave of happiness hit, a little reward for my cooperation. At some level, I knew what she was doing. She was using that phrase to train me to want this, but it didn't matter that I knew; it was working anyway. She kept doing this, making a little more progress each time. All the while, she hummed her Happy Little Tune as she worked. The feeling was amazing. I started anticipating each new movement. She would pause from time to time and giggle when she saw me move my ass, seeking the next stroke.

Eventually she said, “And now for the big finish,” and rammed that thing straight in, as hard as she could and as far as it would go. I let out a huge moan and sighed.

She giggled and said, “Well, somebody likes having their Tushy poked. I’ll make a note in your chart.”

With that, she started doing something new. There was no genteel way to describe it. Nurse Katie was fucking me in the ass with that dildo. She started speeding up and twisting it around. The feeling was so intense I couldn’t take it, and yet I wanted more. When it was deep in me, I wanted it out. But when it was out, I longed to have it back. She kept telling me what a Good Boy I was, and the warmth and pleasure only added to the experience. That little pink visitor became my entire universe. It was all I could think about.

After a few minutes of this exquisite torment, she removed it. I was absolutely devastated. I felt so incredibly empty. I wanted her to keep going. I almost begged her for it. But I was ashamed of myself, and couldn’t bring myself to do it. I struggled to come to grips with what I was feeling.

“I think that’s enough preparation. You’ve made a lot of progress today, and we sure have learned a lot, haven’t we, Mr. D? You learned how good your rosebud can feel, and I learned how much you like getting your Tushy poked! I’ll have to tell your girlfriend about that.”

“Now, we need to get to the real fun. It's time for your massage!”

Good God! Wasn’t THAT the massage?

She walked away and went over to the cupboard in the corner.

She came back with some items. I didn’t look to see what she was doing. I knew she didn’t like me peeking without permission, and I wasn't risking another trip to the punishment bench.

After a moment, she showed me a metal bowl. She placed it below my groin.

“Now, Mr. D, I’m going to put a fun little toy right inside your tushy. Relax and do what I say. Alright?”

“Yes, Bo. What are you doing?”

“Oh, you’ll see. But I think you’ll enjoy it! Your chart says you need your balls emptied twice a day, so I need to get busy.”

“Ok, Bo. I’ll try to cooperate.”

“Good Boy! Now, open wide, here comes the airplane!” I heard her giggling as she said it.

I suddenly felt something cold and stiff sliding into me. It was very hard not to tense up, but I did my best. The thing kept going deeper. The violation felt profound, but Nurse Katie was relentless. Of course, she was. Relentless was Katie's middle name.

“That should be about right. Now hang on to your hat, fellah!”

I heard a faint clicking sound and nearly jumped off the bed. Whatever she’d inserted into me began vibrating.

I let out a long moan, and she said, “See, I knew you’d enjoy it. Now hang on while I find just the right spot.”

She began moving her toy around and changed the vibration pattern. It was pulsing now. The throbbing vibrations were so deep and strong that I felt them everywhere. I imagined I could feel them in my teeth. I thought I’d go insane. Before long, the pleasure became incredibly intense. She could tell by the noises I was making that she’d hit pay dirt.

“I’m using this little toy to massage your prostate gland, Mr. D. That’s what a deep massage is. Doesn’t it feel nice?”

“Ohhh!” It was the most intelligent thing I could say at the moment.

“If you want to see something neat, take a look at what’s happening between your legs right now.”

I did, and was surprised to see a long string of cum dripping down from my cock into the little bowl.

“This is called milking your prostate. It's pretty nifty. I think it's a lot of fun!”

There was nothing I could do but moan.

“You know, hospital policy says I’m supposed to drain you completely like this. I’m supposed to make you give me every single drop of your cum, and not stop until you’re empty. To do that by the book, I’d have to grab your poor little balls and make you stay put. We wouldn’t want you running away, would we? It’s sad though, because you wouldn’t be able to have an orgasm that way.”

My heart was pounding just listening to her.

“On the other hand, you have been very nice to me. You haven’t tried to grab my titties, and you did give me chocolate pudding. If you promise not to tell Nurse Kelsey, I can make things much better for you. I can make you have a dandy little orgasm. Would you like that?”

“Oh yes, please, Bo. I won’t tell. I promise.”

“Cross your heart?”

“Yes. I’m begging you, please!”

“Well, okay.”

She reached over and grabbed my cock and immediately started stroking it with her lube-covered glove. It was almost too much to bear. She increased her speed and started giggling. “Poor Mr. D! I don’t think your insurance will cover this.”

Soon I was going absolutely crazy. The pleasure was so intense I couldn’t stand it.

“Don’t you have something you’d like to ask me, Mr. D?”

“Ohhh God, may I please cum, Bo?”

“Well, it sure looks like you're going to!”

I have no words to describe what I felt. It was like she was making my entire body cum at once. I was throbbing everywhere. It just went on and on and on. It was almost torture by the time she finally stopped.

She moved the little bowl off of the bed and said, “See, wasn’t that dandy?”

Dandy? I couldn’t even think. My brain was malfunctioning. Short-circuiting. I made some completely unintelligible noise, and she just giggled.

I had noticed the contents of the bowl. It looked like I’d sprayed everything I had into it, and then some. There couldn’t possibly be another drop of anything left inside of me.

“I have one more thing to do. Wait right here, and try not to pass out, big fellah!” She gave me a very gentle pat on the ass. I could hear her doing something behind me, but I couldn’t tell what.

“When your girlfriend went out on errands before work yesterday, she stopped at the toy store and bought this for you. She wanted me to install it.” She held an object out to me. It was large and pear-shaped. It was made of metal and had some sort of blue jewel at one end.

“This is called a butt plug. Isn’t that a cute name? It’s fun to say. Butt Plug. Butt Plug. This little gadget will help keep you all stretched out, so we don’t lose all the wonderful progress we made with your rosebud today. Hang on. This will only take a minute.”

She applied more lube, and I soon felt that cold, hard object pressing against me. I tried to resist, but as always, I couldn't resist Katie for long. I felt a pop as it went in. It was cold and heavy, but it didn’t hurt once it was inside.

She came back and said, “Now you’re properly plugged! For your information, she also bought a red one for herself. I said I wanted to try that, so she let me wear hers this whole time. It’s been driving me crazy, bouncing around back there. Isn’t that fun, Mr. Davidson?”

She pulled up the back of her skirt and posed for me, showing me the red jewel and wiggling her amazing little bottom. Her beautiful cheeks, framed by a white garter belt and stockings, were almost too much for me to handle. If she hadn't just drained me completely, I'd have been on her like a shot. As it was, I just stared and licked my lips, like a dog looking in a butcher shop window.

“Yes, Nurse Katie. You have a dandy bottom, and that jewel looks swell!” Oh, God! I was starting to talk like her.

“Thanks, Mr. D!” She then let down her skirt, wiped the lube off my ass, and helped me lay down. I could hear her humming her happy little tune as she moved around the room, straightening things back up. My head was spinning from this whole experience. Was this what life would be like with Katie? I loved her, but I didn’t know how I could take it.

When I had recovered enough, Nurse Katie came back to me and said, “You know, I was looking at your chart again, and it says that after your massage and plugging, you’ll need plenty of fluids.”

She held up the bowl and gave me that wicked smile that was becoming all too familiar.

“I think you know what to do, Mr. D.”

And heaven help me, I did it.