The Wet Nurse

'I will do as you say when you rub my nipple.'

'Do as I say when I rub your nipple.'

'Do as you say when you rub my nipple.'

'Stop repeating now, Sandra, and listen. When you're awake I can rub your nipple at any time and you will let me. You will not try to stop me, you will not even notice that I am rubbing your nipple, you will act as if nothing is happening. I will tell you what to do, and you will automatically do what I tell you, without noticing. You will not remember what I told you to do, but you will do as I say when I rub your nipple. Repeat again, Sandra.'

'Do as you say when you rub my nipple.'

'Very good, Sandra. And if I rub your nipple and tell you to sleep, you will become hypnotised just as you are now, Sandra. I will rub your nipple and tell you to sleep, and you will fall into a deep hypnotic trance. Would you like that, Sandra?'

'Yes.'

'Rule two: you must wet your panties to have an orgasm. Repeat after me Sandra: you must wet your panties to have an orgasm.'

'I must wet my panties to have an orgasm.'

'You must wet your panties to cum.'

'I must wet my panties to cum.'

'Very good, Sandra. You're doing so well, and you're going to learn to have wonderful orgasms. Tell me what you want, Sandra.'

'Wonderful orgasms.'

'That's good; that's very good. Now you are going to practise your lessons. In a minute you will wake up and practise. You will try to cum in dry panties. You will masturbate and try to cum as you did at home last night. What will you do, Sandra?'

'I will try to come.'

'Will you try to cum in dry panties, Sandra?'

'I will try to cum in dry panties.'

'Sandra. Listen to me: while your panties are dry you will fail. You will keep your panties dry and try to cum, but you will fail. You will feel nothing as you masturbate. You will not become aroused; you will not cum. You will try as hard as you can but you will feel nothing but disappointment and frustration. Because your panties will be dry you cannot cum. Repeat that for me, Sandra, you cannot cum with dry panties.'

'I cannot cum with dry panties.'

'That's right, Sandra, you can't cum in dry panties. And I will rub your nipple and tell you to sleep. Repeat after me: you will do as I say when I rub your nipple.'

'I will you as you say when you rub my nipple.'

'Do as I say when I rub your nipple.'

'Do as you say when you rub my nipple.'

Now, with some trepidation, Hal slowly woke Sandra from the trance. This was the riskiest moment. If she did not follow the post-hypnotic suggestions and was able to raise the alarm before he could control her again there was a tremendous risk of being caught. He had fast-acting sedative ready on her IV line so, at the push of a button she would be asleep in seconds, but still there was a risk. But it was now or never, so he progressed through his slow count up to ten and, as he finished the count her eyes opened calmly, with a hint of confusion in her face, and she looked into his eyes.

Hal slid a hand gently under the covers and squeezed Sandra's nearer nipple briefly.

'Masturbate in your dry panties, Sandra. Show me you can't cum in dry panties. You can't cum in dry panties,' intoned Hal.

He drew the covers all the way back and placed Sandra's vibrator in her hand. He knew a moment of doubt but the familiar feel of the toy in her hand was enough. She pushed it down under the hem of her nightie and into her crotch, rolling on her side away from Hal and squeezing her legs together around it. Hal heard the buzzing begin as she pressed the vibrator tip onto her clitoris firmly with her right hand, then soon he saw her left hand come up to free her big right breast, plopping it bulging out of its bra cup and the neckline of the nightie. Her thumb began stroking the nipple delicately.

'You can't cum in dry panties,' he reminded her as she worked. 'You feel nothing when masturbating in dry panties, nothing but disappointment and frustration. Keep trying, Sandra.'

Moving around the bed for a better view Hal could see that the hypnosis seemed to have worked well. Sandra's eyes were half open but looking determinedly ahead at nothing in particular as she lay curled up. A few times she writhed and changed position slightly, but there were no signs that she was rising to any climax. Her nipple was not erect and neither her face nor chest were flushed beyond what might be expected from her minor physical exertions. Her breathing remained regular. After more than a couple of minutes Hal saw no change apart from increasingly frequent looks of exasperation on Sandra's face. He slid his own hand under Sandra's left hand and over her breast, stopping her from further stimulating the still-soft nipple there. Her head turned towards him and their eyes met.

'Go to sleep, Sandra,' whispered Hal, stroking her nipple with his thumb. 'A deep, hypnotic sleep. Sleep, sleep.'

Sandra's eyes drifted shut, she ceased her movements and both her hands dropped limply. Hal, relieved, removed his hand, took the vibrator, turned it off, and stepped back to deepen her trance again.

'Breathe slowly in ... and out, in ... and out, deeply in ... and out. Very, very good, Sandra. Tell me how you feel, Sandra. Did you feel good masturbating?'

'No.'

'Did you cum, Sandra?'

'No.'

'Can you cum in dry panties, Sandra?'

'No, I can't. I pushed my vibrator under my panties but I still couldn't cum.'

'No, Sandra, you must soak your panties to have an orgasm, even with a dick inside you. You must wet your panties to cum. Repeat after me: you must wet your panties to cum.'

'I must wet my panties to come.'

'And when you cum in your wet panties, Sandra, it will be so good! It will be the best, longest and strongest orgasm you've ever had. Do you want that, Sandra?'

'Yes.'

'Then you must learn to wet your panties, Sandra. You want to wet your panties don't you, Sandra?'

'Yes.'

'Wet your panties for me tonight, in your sleep. Learn to wet your bed, Sandra. Wet your bed.'

'Wet my bed.'

'Good, Sandra. Good. Drink this water to help you wet. Then I will tuck you in to sleep for the night. Drink, and then fall asleep for the night, Sandra.'

With that, Hal brought a large glass of water and Sandra sat up and drank it down as instructed. She re-ordered her clothing before lying back down and Hal pulled up the covers.

'Sleep until morning, Sandra,' he intoned once more, and was gratified to watch her drop quickly off to sleep. Hal left the room.

Of course Sandra had not emptied her bladder before going to sleep and the glass of water meant that it filled quickly. In just over an hour it was uncomfortably full and signalled frantically to Sandra's sleeping brain. After only one session of Hal's hypnosis, the urgent feeling below her navel and her instincts woke Sandra in time. She squirmed with discomfort for the few seconds it took to remember where she was and that, hooked up to monitors and an IV, she needed help to go. Stretching up reach the call buzzer was almost too much but she managed to avoid leaking even a drop.

Hal wasn't surprised to hear Sandra's buzzer. It was too much to expect immediate success, especially with such complex instructions. He took his time to arrive and even longer to return with a urinal bottle. Handing the bottle over with one hand the other quickly found Sandra's nipple.

'You will let me watch you, Sandra,' commanded Hal, pulling the covers down.

Sandra, partly because of the conditioning and partly because of the urgency in her bladder, made no objection. Lifting her bottom off the bed she hiked up her nightie hem revealing all of her tight white full-cut panties, not at all suited to quick relief from her predicament. Even as her hands sought the high waistband Hal's thumb made contact with her nipple again.

'Wet your panties, Sandra.'

His other hand blocked hers from their task and applied firm pressure just below her navel. Surprise, physical need, and hypnotic conditioning were too much to resist altogether and urine started to trickle into the gusset of Sandra's panties, the white nylon in the centre becoming transparent and revealing a total lack of pubic hair inside. Sandra was back in control immediately and the flow stopped but she sensed that she had no time to drag her panties down far enough to use the bottle properly. Grabbing it with both hands she spread her legs and pushed it into place over her panties but then hesitated to pee through them. Hal tried one last time. With both Sandra's hands thrust between her legs, her large breasts were squeezed between her upper arms, protruding invitingly upwards. Hal caressed a nipple.

'Wet your panties, Sandra.'

But there was no further result beyond a more determined look on Sandra's face. Hal stepped back and pushed the button on her IV flow regulator, still in place for just such a contingency as this. She might just remember waking and calling for help but the last few minutes would never find a place in her long-term memory. And the sedative would keep flowing until just before the end of Hal's shift, leaving the morning staff to clean up the mess. Sandra saw what was happening and was feeling the effects of the sedative within a few seconds. She made a final frantic attempt, dropping the bottle and reaching again for the waist of her panties. But already she was moving in slow motion, and the small amount of concentration she could muster wasn't enough. Hal took back the bottle now lying at her hip and Sandra's hands made a grab for it, leaving her panties still snuggly in place. Hal saw the flow begin in Sandra's panties again, running down between her legs to start to puddle in the sheets. Sandra stopped the flow with a final effort but Hal knew he need not watch more. He pulled the bedclothes back up to keep Sandra warm through the night. Her eyes were fighting a losing battle to stay open as he left the room and he knew she must soon empty her bladder in her sleep. With the water she had drunk and the flow of the IV line she would probably wet a second time before she woke.

Chapter 3

Sandra woke up next morning feeling groggy. The hospital room caused a brief double-take but then she remembered why she was there. The clock showed just on seven; the morning shift nurse would walk through the door any minute. And then she realised something horrible and unbelievable had happened; her bed was soaked. It couldn't be true she thought, lifting the covers enough to look down; pushing a hand down to feel her lacy, soaked panties and then under to the sodden sheet under her bottom. The smell made the truth undeniable. The door swung open before she had time to gather her thoughts.

The entering nurse's cheery "good morning" gave all the time Sandra had to gird herself to confess her problem. The nurse, an understanding middle-aged woman was re-assuring, practical and helpful so the Sandra was quickly in the shower while her bedding was changed. It wasn't long before Sandra was eating her breakfast comfortably in a fresh nightie, all evidence of the night's incident having been efficiently cleared away. But she wracked her brain for an explanation for this singular occurrence. She'd not wet the bed since before she started school at the age of five. And strangely she couldn't remember the details of going to sleep; her last memory from the night before was of reading her book. There was the book on the bed-side table, bookmark in place. Most importantly she couldn't remember going to the toilet before sleeping, or at any time after dinner.

After breakfast the nurse returned and, as Sandra had feared she would, asked questions about just the things that had been going through in Sandra's mind. Thankfully the nurse remained very professional and totally non-judgmental and, despite misgivings, reassured Sandra it was probably just a one-off occurrence that could be attributed to unusual surroundings and a stressful situation. In any case, no harm was done; Sandra should forget the episode but make sure she used a urinal bottle last thing before sleep tonight.

'A urinal bottle?' questioned Sandra, surprised.

'Yes. Someone should have reminded you last night that you need to stay in bed all night, according to your notes. If you need to go during the night you can buzz for a bottle. Don't you remember someone bringing you one at all after dinner?'

'No, I must have gone to sleep before they had a chance,' said Sandra.

'Maybe that explains what happened, if you were that tired. Well you've had a good night's sleep now and there's nothing to do all day so just mind you use the bottle last thing before sleep and there should be no more problems.'

Sandra thought that sounded very plausible and tried to put the incident out of her mind, despite lingering doubts. The day passed slowly with nothing but reading and meals to divert her from the periodic tests and observations that were the raison d'être for her admission. It wasn't until the evening that Sandra again gave thought to her promise to make sure to empty her bladder before sleep. She'd no sooner decided she'd ask the next nurse she saw to bring her a bottle when he came through the door.

'Sorry to disturb your reading,' he said briskly. 'I just have to take your last observations for the night and then you're on your own until morning. Give me a minute to check your IV and then I'll start with your temperature.'

Already he was fiddling with the IV, standing between it and Sandra so that she couldn't see what he was doing. That wasn't uppermost in her mind though; mostly she was gathering her determination to ask the unexpectedly male nurse for the bottle she needed. She'd wait until after he finished his observations she decided. Soon he had taken her temperature and asked for her arm to slip on the blood pressure cuff. Suddenly Sandra felt a strange giddy sensation in her head and almost a warm languor come over her body.

'I feel funny,' she said, moving a hand up to her forehead but finding her arm weak and her movements slow and clumsy.

The nurse pulled the bed clothes down to Sandra's waist, slid his hand in the side of her sleeveless nightie, feeling for and quickly finding her sensitive nipple. She was wearing a soft, night bra as she almost always did, but that did little to impede the sensations his gently stroking thumb was imparting. Under his ministrations her nipple stiffened and became erect.

'Go to sleep, Sandra,' he crooned in her ear. His words triggered another flood of strange sensations in Sandra's mind. As soon as she heard them Sandra looked into his eyes; his face was close to hers, looking deeply back into her eyes. She could not look away and the more she looked, the sleepier she felt and the more her eyelids blinked and drooped. No thought passed her mind about how inappropriate the situation was; she felt no alarm at all. 'Close your eyes now, Sandra. Fall into a deep hypnotic trance and remember no more.' She felt three final sensual stokes of the nurse's thumb over her nipple as he uttered these words and then her eyes closed firmly shut. The last thing she felt was having her bedclothes pulled up again.

Chapter 4

Hal was ecstatic about how well his plan had gone on its first night. His drug cocktail had worked just as expected and now he knew the exact dose that was effective on Sandra. Tonight he could inject just a single large syringe into her IV line and she would be completely under control in only a minute or two. It was true that he still harboured lingering doubts about the amnesiac effects of the first drug. If they weren't as efficacious as he expected he could have some very difficult questions to answer. But his fears were assuaged as he read Sandra's notes as soon as he started his shift. It seemed clear that she'd woken late to a wet bed with no memory of how it happened. Perfect.

As before, Hal left his visit to Sandra's room until last, until all was quiet on the ward and he had the best chance of an extended, uninterrupted time with her. He found it incredibly arousing to enter the room, administer the drugs and watch her become almost instantly helpless and compliant. Again he had to spend over half an hour with Sandra in a trance, waiting for the memory-blocking drug to wear off so that hypnotic conditioning could be effective. He used the time, once she was deeply hypnotised, to discuss her sexual past and preferences. Yes, Sandra enjoyed regular, if unadventurous sex with her boyfriend, probably less sex than he preferred. Hal could discover nothing that might be described as kinky in her past or in her fantasies, unless it was a penchant for occasional lesbian erotica. As a girl, Sandra had had a lesbian encounter in which an assertive friend had managed to pop Sandra's breasts out the top of her bra and slide a hand onto the front of Sandra's panties, stroking her to a well-remembered orgasm. Very interesting. Hal also found that Sandra's bladder control was very good and last night's drug-induced incident was her first in over twenty years.

Tonight was to be a re-enforcing session, repeating all the conditioning of the night before and no more. Again Sandra awoke from her trance and was commanded to masturbate with her vibrator. She was told to keep her panties dry and to try to reach orgasm. Watching was very arousing for Hal but close observation assured him that Sandra was totally unsuccessful and very frustrated. Before too long he placed his own thumb on one of her nipples and put her back into a deep trance. Finally he hammered home the most important rules of the conditioning.

'You must do as I say when I rub your nipple.'

'I will do as you say when you rub my nipple.'

'You must wet your panties to cum.'

'I must wet my panties to cum.'

And their corollaries:

'You must learn to wet your panties, Sandra. You want to wet your panties so you can cum.'

'I want to learn to wet my panties so I can cum.'

'If I rub your nipple and tell you to sleep, you will become hypnotised just as you are now, Sandra. I will rub your nipple and tell you to sleep, and you will fall into a deep hypnotic trance.'

'When you tell me to sleep I will fall into a trance.'

'Very, very good, Sandra.'

Then he woke Sandra, still with the blood pressure cuff around her arm pretending to finish his work. With no waking memory of the long session, she behaved just as if it had never taken place, as if Hal had only taken her observations for a couple of minutes and nothing more. Then she remembered about the bottle.

'Could I have a urinal bottle tonight please?' she asked completely naturally.

'Sure, just a minute,' he replied. Instead of going to find a bottle he went into Sandra's bathroom, returning with a large glass of water; Sandra had to sit up in bed to safely take the glass handed to her. A questioning look appeared on her face but before she could ask anything Hal's hand reached out deliberately and stroked a nipple. Sandra almost watched it happen, had plenty of time to react, but did nothing to stop him. 'You don't need a bottle, Sandra. Drink this water instead. Then you will go to sleep and wet your bed. Drink, sleep, and wet your bed.'

Sandra drank the glass down, passed it back to Hal and, yawning widely snuggled down under the covers again to sleep. Hal left quickly, turning out the lights as he went, wondering what would happen once Sandra's bladder filled.

An hour later it happened. Sandra's sleeping mind became aware of the urgent need below her belly but, before she could wake fully, her subconscious remembered her conditioning. A dreamy feeling of fullness was diverted from its usual path. Now it recalled a frustrated horniness between her legs. "Wet my panties to cum" came the thought, competing with her instinct to wake up. Sandra woke and thought for a moment that she was sitting on the toilet, for that relieved sensation of having just begun to release a full bladder was coming from below her navel. Then she realised what she was doing, what had just happened—again—and desperately tried to stop the flow. Her success was quick though painful, but she lay now with a still-throbbing bladder, her panty gusset and backside was soaked, and there were damp patches in her nightie and bottom sheet. There was nothing to do but buzz for help.