Meeting Nurse Donna

"I completely forgot to have you remove your shoes." she said. "I can be so forgetful sometimes. Of course sometimes it's nice to forget, nice just to daydream and think about nothing....but not about shoes! Here give me your feet."

Before I could object, she'd lifted one leg into her lap and was busy untying my shoes. As my shoe came off, she couldn't help but give my foot a bit of a massage. She had strong hands for someone her age. Whatever objections I was planning on voicing were silenced by her ministrations. In a short time, she put that foot down and lifted the other one, removing that shoe, and continuing her massage on the foot. She scooted closer and began working the calf. I was aware my heel was resting right in her groin.

"Such stiff muscles!" she remarked as squeezed and kneaded my calf. "Try to relax....just let your muscles go limp and loose and let me help you."

Again, I wanted to object...but it felt so good. Plus, if I'm being perfectly honest, I was little touch starved. My wife, whom I love very much, let me make that absolutely clear, is not as affectionately demonstrative as I would like. A lot of that is due to her own medical issues, which make her very sensitive to touch and pressure. A car accident left with an over-active nervous system and she is not very physical. I cannot fault her for that, and after 30 years together our marriage is quite strong, even if it is lacking in the physical aspects. Something I've just come to get used to.

But sitting here, with this dutiful woman...who clearly only has the best of intentions for Cal, and who clearly enjoys touch...I could be the gentleman; I could have been and told her no. I sank into the couch and let her work the magic. I even lifted my other leg, so that she might work that calf as well.

"Does Cal enjoy this kind of treatment as well?" I asked.

"Oh absolutely," she replied. "It's my job...and my pleasure to keep him comfortable. I've known Cal since he was a teenager and I've always been close with his family. I've also come out of retirement to tend to his mother as well."

"You are a good friend," I said. "Cal speaks so highly of you."

She winked and gently set my leg down. "I'll bet his does. Why don't you just relax here for a bit." She unfolded a blanket and laid it over me. "and I'll get us that hot chocolate."

She got up and headed towards the kitchen, but not before placing her hand on the back of my neck again.

"When I've had a long, tiring day, I often just relax by the fire," she said softly. "It's so soothing to look at, so pretty...I find it always relaxes me deeply." She gave a slight squeeze and headed off to the kitchen.

I couldn't help but think she was deliberately trying to get me into a hypnotic state of mind...it actually kind of excited me a bit...maybe Cal was telling the truth...or part of the truth anyway. I thought about this while I stared at the fire and did start to relax. I mean, what if she was this master hypnotist...wouldn't I want to be hypnotized by her? Wasn't it my ultimate fantasy?

Shortly she returned with two cups. She handed me one. It was warm around my hand. She sat next to me on the sofa. Quite close. Our hips were touching.

For a short while we just looked at the fire and drank our cocoa. It was a comfortable silence. An acknowledgment that we were both there for the same reason, for Cal.

I finished my drink and put the mug down on the end table. The quiet, 'clink' of the mug broke the silence and she spoke.

"So Cal tells me that he's told you everything about me." she said. "I'll tell you up front...it's all true. Go ahead and ask me what you want to ask me."

Wow. Right to the point.

"How did you come into this fetish? I mean, Cal and me, we were into this pre-internet...but I can imagine there was even less knowledge when you...discovered it yourself."

She took a sip, and told me this tale.

"Quite honestly, it's about control for me. I always knew I wanted to be a nurse, even from a very young age and I made it my life's work All my life I dressed up nurse's uniforms; every halloween for sure. Now, even though I'm tall, I'm still a woman...still perceived as weak. A big part of nursing...is getting people to do what you want them to do, even when they don't want to it. So much of the job is just...influencing people. Eating the food they're supposed to eat, taking the medications they're supposed to take. That was my original draw to hypnosis. I imagined if I could exert some control, if I could talk to the unconscious mind to get people to charge their ways...and I discovered a couple of things about myself.

One. I was good at it. I could drop anybody. I don't care who you are. If I can get close enough, I can put you down, quickly and deeply. The first time I tranced someone...after all the studying and theory...it was such a rush. Having them obey me...so unquestioningly. So much trust...and if I'm being honest: Love."

She took a sip of cocoa and looked directly at me.

"That's my secret ingredient as a hypnotist: I love everyone I've ever entranced. There's that..connection. When our eyes meet and I see them surrendering to me...I love them so much for that. I think that's what makes me so good. Is there no greater level of trust than love? And I think that love bled over to lust....which, I'm sure you're aware of as a hypno-fetishist yourself...is a wonderful motivator. Once you've made someone come, under your control, you re-enforce the neural pathways that lead them to that pleasure. It makes you so naturally obedient."

She took another sip. Her stare was intense now. But she had a hint of smile

"It's going to be so easy to put you under, Michael," she said softly. "That blanket isn't hiding your erection very well. I know how aroused this is making you and I love it. I might be old, but I still appreciate a younger man's attention. And I've got your attention. You're halfway into hypnosis already. I've been sprinkling suggestions into you from the moment you walked in the door and you've responded so beautifully. You're so focused on me now. So ready to drop into a deep, deep hypnotic sleep."

She lifted my hand off my lap and held it, palm forward, in front of my face. She moved it around just a bit until she felt it 'click' into place. I knew what was happening. She was inducing catalepsy into my arm. In my mind, I knew what was happening, but I was helpless to stop it. Of course I didn't want to stop it, but I recall it felt odd that I was so aware of what was happening.

"Focus on your hand Michael," she continued. "Imagine there is a magnet in there and it is being drawn closer and closer and closer to your face."

I felt my hand move closer to my face in short jerks.

"And when it touches your face, you're going to fall deeply into trance for me...so relaxed, and deep, and drowsy..."

As my fingertips just brushed my face, I felt her jerk my hand down to my lap and command, "SLEEP!"

The world went black as I felt my head helplessly falling forward on my chest.

My next memory was of me standing there. In the parlor. My clothes were gone. Well not completely. I was wearing a pair of soft white silky stockings. I couldn't remember how I got these on, or when I got my clothes off. I also noticed I had an immense erection and bulged the stockings obscenely.

Sitting in the easy chair next to the fire was Donna. Her legs and feet were bare. It occurred to me these must be her stockings.

She raised a foot at me, and I was suddenly overcome with an intense desire to love that foot. To massage it and kiss it. To feel it against my hosed penis. It was my world, my everything, my all consuming thought.

Part of me knew this was her hypnosis. I knew I didn't really feel this way, but I also knew I couldn't resist her. I knew I had no choice but to obey.

I kneeled before and began to love her beautiful foot. Caressing it, kissing it. Donna in turn had a hand under her nurse's skirt and was masturbating.

When she'd come, she commanded me to stop and stand before her. She reached out and began to caress me through her hose.

"Tell me you obey me, Michael." she said.

"I obey you, Donna" I said, and I was rewarded with a jolt of pleasure. I repeated the phrase.

"I obey you, Donna." and again, more pleasure, I felt my orgasm welling up inside of me.

I repeated the phrase over and over again, "I obey you Donna!" and she stroked me faster and faster.

It couldn't have been more than a minute, but I found my spasming inside her stocking as my hips bucked back and forth, all the while I kept repeating my mantra to her.

As my orgasm subsided I felt myself grow unnaturally tired. I sank to the floor, too weak to stand or move.

Donna place a hand on the back of my neck.

"Sleep for me, Michael". And soon my eyes were too tired and heavy to keep open. The world went black and I felt absolutely content. And I felt love. And my final thought, before my mind was completely empty: I can't believe Cal has enjoyed a lifetime of this, despite everything, he's a lucky man.