Cock Stuffing – An Introduction to Sounding
Cock stuffing, or “sounding” as it is introduced in the S&M community, involves inserting smooth, long, and slender surgical steel rods called “sounds” (hence the name “sounding”) into a man’s urethra. The two most commonly used “sounds” are the Van Buren, which has a J-shaped bend at the end, and the Dittle, which is straight.
Alternative Sounding Tools and Safety Measures
There are men out there who use other types of sounds such as thermometers, toothbrushes, and rose stems, and whilst these do the trick, the metal sounds are not only much more hygienic but also profoundly safer as well. They do not soften during use, retain their rigidity, and are especially easy to sterilize, clean, and maintain.
Whilst you might find other items to be more accessible and easy to use, a glass thermometer, for example, may easily break and result in an awkward trip down to the emergency ward. Do yourself a favour and make sure you order sounds specifically for the purpose for which they are intended.
The Importance of Proper Lubrication
Sounders use heaps of lube so the “sound” can without much of a stretch slide into the urethra—it needs to be done delicately as pushing or forcing can bring about tearing of the delicate tissue. Most sounders use either a natural-based water-based lubricant or a sterile lubricant that can be found in hospitals. When sounding, if you experience a narrowing in the urethra that the “sound” won’t go through (likely scar tissue), don’t attempt to force it through. More lube and a smaller sound may be more beneficial without causing any issues.
Risks of Improper Lubrication
Saliva isn’t generally recommended, nor would I even recommend it for any kind of sexual practice. Why? It dries rapidly and whilst it may look hot and sexy, there’s nothing worse than a toy drying out at the most inconvenient of times and causing some really bad friction.
Furthermore, sugars from the mouth can be found in saliva that may bring about urinary tract infections (UTIs) and cause all sorts of dilemmas. If there’s one thing you don’t want to be messing around with, it’s your dick. Sugars can also be found in several types of lube, usually listed as glycerine in the rundown of ingredients.
Avoid these lubricants like the plague—go glycerine and paraben-free where you can. Silicone-based lubes are longer-lasting, but water-based lubes may have a thinner consistency. However, some people find silicone-based lubes to be a bit harder to clean up. Men find what works by testing.
The Sensory Experience of Sounding
Individuals enjoy using “sounds” for the pleasurable sensations felt while being inserted—you’re stimulating an area of the body that normally receives no attention. Think of the sensation you get when you orgasm or pee—that intense relaxation of muscles you get when you’ve been holding off on peeing for a while and that just before feeling as it comes rushing past. Imagine that if you can, and you’ll get a similar sensation to the feeling of sounding. Whilst not mainstream by any stretch of the imagination, sounders are predominantly situated within the BDSM community.
There are also a small percentage of the curved “sounds” whose goal it is to make getting an erection difficult. If a penis begins to get erect, the individual with the sound inserted must hold off until the erection subsides before proceeding. If you’re using a straight sound then erections will make little difference unless there’s a natural curve of the cock.
Health Risks and Maintenance After Sounding
The primary dangers with “sounding” are tearing or cutting the urethra and infections from using unsavoury materials. Anything embedded into the urethra is to be cleaned to decrease the possibility of infection both before insertion and after insertion. Some discomfort may be felt later if the sound has stretched the urethra, but this usually wears off pretty quickly—much like getting braces tightened or ears being stretched.
If that happens, individuals use smaller “sounds” and slowly increase from that. You can get sounding kits which start off at 2-4 mm and build up to 16 mm wide. Some men also feel burning when urinating, due to the irritation. If this burning happens repeatedly, you may have developed an infection from using an unsuitable lubricant and will need to visit the doctor.
A second maintenance item that needs to be noted—is that when one has finished sounding, they need to expel any leftover liquids or fluids from the urethral tract. This must be done as soon as possible by peeing and therefore cleaning through the urethral tracts. Even if you say that you “don’t do it regularly,” that certainly does not mean you needn’t do it safely every time. Leave the thermometers, with the danger of broken glass and mercury harming, behind and put resources into a “steel” sound.
Here Are 10 FAQs About Cock Stuffing:
What is urethral sounding?
Urethral sounding involves inserting specialized rods or dilators into the urethra for sexual stimulation or medical exploration.
Is urethral sounding safe?
Sounding can be safe when done with proper tools, hygiene, and technique. It’s important to start slowly and use body-safe equipment.
What are urethral sounds made of?
Urethral sounds are typically made of body-safe materials like stainless steel or silicone, designed for smooth, safe insertion.
What are the risks of urethral sounding?
Improper technique or unsterilized equipment can cause infections, tears, or irritation. Always use clean, sterilized tools.
Is lubrication necessary for urethral sounding?
Yes, lubrication is essential for reducing friction and discomfort. Use sterile, water-based lube to ensure smooth insertion.
Who can try urethral sounding?
Both men and women can engage in urethral sounding, though the practice is more common among men for sexual stimulation.
What sizes should I start with?
Beginners should start with smaller-sized sounds and gradually work up to larger sizes as comfort and experience increase.
Can sounding be painful?
When done correctly with proper care, sounding should not be painful. Stop if you experience pain or discomfort.
Is it normal to experience bleeding after sounding?
No, bleeding may indicate injury or improper technique. If you notice bleeding, stop immediately and consult a healthcare provider.
How do I clean urethral sounds?
Sterilize urethral sounds with boiling water or an autoclave before and after each use to prevent infections.
Nurse Betties Cock Stuffing Story
A Welcome Return to Work
Nurse Betty was chuffed to see Dr. Mark back at the Royal Brisbane Hospital full-time, just weeks after his discharge. Over the interim, she had kept in close touch with Dr. Mark’s wife, Diane, building a warm friendship while enjoying cheeky updates about his libido returning to its former glory.
A Celebration in the Making
The two women decided it was time to celebrate Dr. Mark’s recovery in a way that was equal parts playful and daring. They planned a casual dinner party, not just to mark his good health but to open the door to a new, intimate adventure. Nurse Betty cheekily reminded Diane of that infamous moment after Dr. Mark’s surgery, when he had woken up to find a Foley catheter in his bladder, connected to his limp member.
Stricken with fear over potential sexual dysfunction, he began stroking himself. Nurse Betty had walked in mid-stroke and, far from being shocked, had enlisted Diane and Dr. Emily to assist. Together, the three women had brought him to an intense orgasm, his release pulsing around the indwelling catheter.
Nurse Betty had noted that day as a turning point, both for Dr. Mark’s recovery and her belief that one day he’d meet her close friend and mentor, Nurse Barb.
Intriguing Plans for Saturday
When Diane mentioned the dinner plans to Dr. Mark, he was delighted. She explained it would be hosted at Nurse Barb’s home—a friend and colleague of Nurse Betty’s. However, when Dr. Mark casually asked why it wasn’t being held at Betty’s place, Diane just smirked and walked away. Smart man that he was, Dr. Mark left the question unanswered.
By Saturday, Diane upped the stakes. Dr. Mark was informed he was required to arrive with a full bladder. Questions? None allowed. He was a doctor, after all, and should know better than to ask.
An Australian Bush Setting
Nurse Barb’s home was tucked away in the bush on the outskirts of Brisbane, down a dirt track off the main road. Surrounded by gum trees, wattles, and the occasional kangaroo hopping through the scrub, her humble Queenslander-style house sat in serene isolation. No neighbors were visible, just the peaceful hum of cicadas and the scent of eucalyptus wafting through the air.
Dr. Mark was both eager and apprehensive. What exactly did these women have planned? The near-painful fullness in his bladder only heightened his unease.
A Surprise Hostess
The door swung open, and Nurse Betty greeted them warmly. Behind her stood Nurse Barb. Dr. Mark blinked in surprise. Nurse Barb was not at all what he’d expected! At about 60, she had the kind of looks that fell somewhere between unremarkable and kindly, with a practical haircut, weathered skin, and simple clothing. Yet, her sparkling eyes and radiant smile immediately put him at ease.
“G’day, Mark!” she said with a hearty chuckle and a firm hug that surprised him with its warmth. “Come on in, you two. Make yourselves at home!”
Settling In and Quiet Control
Nurse Barb’s home was welcoming but modest. After a quick tour—skipping several rooms she laughingly called “spare junk zones”—the group settled in the cozy lounge. Diane and Nurse Betty shared wine while Dr. Mark sipped nothing, mindful of his full bladder.
It was Nurse Betty who finally broke the small talk, turning to Dr. Mark with an amused twinkle in her eye. “Mark, I’ve got to say, your determination to, ah, handle yourself after surgery was impressive. That kind of libido is rare, and Diane couldn’t stop bragging about your recovery. So naturally, I had to tell Nurse Barb all about it!”
Nurse Barb’s Philosophy on Sexual Exploration
At this pivotal moment, Nurse Barb spoke up, and her passion for sexuality and exploration was immediately evident. A self-admitted bisexual, Nurse Barb took pride in assisting men and women to explore and embrace their sexual desires. She shared her personal philosophy with unapologetic candor: every individual is a sexual being, and helping people enhance their intimate experiences was her life’s calling. Over years of experience, she had discovered her own preferences, and she wasn’t shy about them—urethral insertions, especially catheters and sounds, were her ultimate kink.
She had a special fondness for taking traditionally dominant figures, like businessmen and doctors, and guiding them to surrender in ways they’d never imagined. Her stories of bringing men to orgasmic heights—some moved to tears by the overwhelming sensations—were riveting, even arousing. As Dr. Mark listened, captivated by her vibrant energy, his body reacted. His erection strained against the fabric of his pants, impossible for anyone in the room to ignore. Nurse Barb, sharp-eyed and unfazed, acknowledged his predicament with a warm smile.
A Leap into the Unknown
Nurse Barb stood and extended her hand to Dr. Mark, her gesture equal parts invitation and command. Dr. Mark hesitated briefly, glancing at Diane, who gave him an encouraging nod, then at Nurse Betty, who cheekily mouthed, “Have fun!” Gathering his courage, he accepted Nurse Barb’s hand. Together, the four of them walked past the bathroom to a closed door, one they had bypassed during the earlier house tour.
The Dual-Purpose Room
The door opened to reveal a striking space—a seamless blend of medical precision and intimate comfort. Against one wall, the room resembled a well-equipped clinic: an exam table complete with stirrups and restraints, a spotlight, stainless steel trays, and a countertop lined with sealed sterilized instruments, latex gloves, and lubricants. In stark contrast, the other side was a luxurious bedroom, with a queen-sized bed draped in rich linens and a spacious bathroom boasting a rain shower designed to fit multiple people.
The most striking feature, however, was the St. Andrew’s Cross mounted on the wall, equipped with restraints and padded for comfort. Dr. Mark’s jaw dropped as his full bladder and the stunningly provocative setup overwhelmed him.
A Swift Transition to Submission
Nurse Barb, keenly aware of Dr. Mark’s physical discomfort, wasted no time. “Clothes off,” she instructed with a velvety but firm tone, gesturing to the exam table. Dr. Mark complied, undressing as Nurse Betty and Diane secured his legs in the stirrups, his vulnerability heightening his arousal. The room’s cool air prickled his skin, and Nurse Barb moved expertly, donning gloves and settling herself between his spread thighs.
Preparation for the Procedure
Nurse Betty adjusted the overhead spotlight, illuminating Dr. Mark’s straining erection and tightly drawn scrotum. Nurse Barb playfully tapped his testicles, eliciting a flinch. To keep him from climaxing prematurely, Diane pinched his nipples sharply and pressed ice cubes against them, forcing his arousal to retreat momentarily.
In a display of clinical professionalism tinged with sensuality, Nurse Barb swabbed his glans with antiseptic and expertly applied lubricant to his urethra. Dr. Mark gasped as the cool gel entered, preparing him for what came next. His erection softened under the methodical care of Nurse Barb’s steady hands, and his breath quickened as he watched her ready the catheter.
A Delicate Insertion
With a calm, encouraging tone, Nurse Barb guided Dr. Mark through the procedure. “Watch,” she urged, her voice soothing yet commanding. Slowly, she inserted the Foley catheter, the tube advancing steadily into his urethra. Dr. Mark’s senses were overwhelmed by the deep, unfamiliar stimulation, a mix of discomfort and intense erotic sensation.
As the catheter approached his bladder, his painfully stretched organ quivered in anticipation. Finally, the tube breached the urinary sphincter, and an audible gasp escaped Dr. Mark’s lips as pale yellow urine gushed through the tubing into a waiting collection bag.
Relief and Recovery
The release of his bladder brought immense relief, leaving Dr. Mark visibly relaxed. Diane and Nurse Betty applauded in playful encouragement as Nurse Barb secured the catheter in place. She attached a smaller collection bag to his thigh, allowing for mobility while keeping the catheter in.
A Vision of Control and Beauty
The scene was striking: Dr. Mark lay bound to the exam table, his erection returned to its full glory, with the catheter rising from the glistening tip of his penis. The golden liquid in the collection bag shimmered under the light, a vivid symbol of his vulnerability and the shared intimacy of the moment.
Nurse Barb stepped back, allowing Dr. Mark a moment to recover. The group shared a quiet but charged silence, each savoring the tension and satisfaction of the scene.
A New Outfit for Service
Once Dr. Mark was steady on his feet, Nurse Barb led him to a tall wardrobe in the corner of the room. She rummaged through drawers and hangers, selecting an ensemble that would transform the good doctor into a willing servant. With a playful glint in her eye, she handed him a frilly black French maid outfit, complete with a white apron, a black choker, and thigh-high white stockings. She instructed him to pull the hosiery up over the leg bag to keep it discreet, noting cheekily, “We don’t need your golden surprise on display.”
For modesty, she provided a pair of black panties lined with a slim pad, in case there was any leakage around the catheter. Diane insisted he complete the look with a white lace headpiece, and Nurse Betty selected black Mary Jane shoes with low heels to offset the bright white stockings.
Dr. Mark dressed dutifully and emerged from the closet, twirling and curtsying at Nurse Barb’s command. The women burst into laughter, clapping at his dramatic flair.
Arousal and Anticipation
As Dr. Mark stood before them, Nurse Barb approached with a leather riding crop. Slowly and deliberately, she ran it along his inner thighs, pausing to flick it lightly at his balls and the stiff shaft of his penis, the catheter rising like a centerpiece from his glans. Each teasing touch heightened his arousal, sending shivers through his body.
“You like that, don’t you?” she said knowingly, her voice low and sultry. Dr. Mark could only nod, his cheeks flushed with the mingled emotions of submission and pleasure.
The Maid in Service
By now, the group was famished, and it became clear that Dr. Mark’s role was not merely decorative. “Dinner won’t serve itself, love,” Nurse Betty teased, handing him a tray. Dr. Mark dutifully served one course at a time, carefully refilling glasses of wine and water. Despite his costume and the occasional spasms from his catheter, he performed his duties with precision and pride.
The women rewarded his efforts with playful taps from the riding crop—on his buttocks, his nipples, and the curve of his crotch. Each stroke sent sparks of sensation coursing through him, and the women giggled at his obvious delight.
An Evening of Stories
As the meal progressed, the conversation turned to Dr. Mark’s recent medical history. Diane and Nurse Betty recounted his ordeal with kidney stones, the cystoscopy that followed, and Dr. Emily’s examination of his semen. The women described, in detail, how Dr. Mark had submitted to repeated stimulation and ejaculation for Dr. Emily’s research, much to Nurse Barb’s fascination.
“Well, isn’t that just a bloody masterpiece of submission,” Nurse Barb quipped, her eyes gleaming with interest. The mention of Dr. Emily’s apparent sapphic tendencies intrigued her further, and she made no effort to hide her curiosity about a strong, dominant woman who could be both authoritative and vulnerable.
The Final Course: Dessert
As dinner concluded, the women decided it was time for dessert—but not at the dining table. Dr. Mark’s services were reassigned to the treatment room. “Off you go, mate,” Nurse Barb said, ushering him forward with a gentle nudge.
The Return to Vulnerability
Once inside the treatment room, Nurse Barb instructed Dr. Mark to strip completely. He stood naked before them, his body rigid with arousal, the catheter arching from the tip of his cock down to the now-full leg bag. The sight of him—exposed, erect, and waiting—only heightened the electricity in the air.
Under Nurse Barb’s direction, the women led him into the spacious shower stall, leaving the water off for now. One by one, they took turns teasing and exploring his most sensitive areas. Diane squeezed and stroked his cock, Nurse Betty scratched and pumped it, and Nurse Barb pinched and slapped his balls with calculated precision.
The Art of Seduction
Finally, Nurse Barb knelt in front of him, her face so close to his groin that he could feel her warm breath against his skin. With a single fingernail, she traced intricate circles on the sensitive crown of his penis, starting near the catheter’s entry point and spiraling outward. She alternated between sharp, teasing touches and softer strokes, her precision maddeningly arousing.
Dr. Mark’s cock twitched, bobbed, and throbbed in response to her ministrations, his arousal reaching dizzying heights. Every movement of her hand sent a new wave of sensation through his body, and the women around him watched with rapt attention, delighting in his surrender.
A New Outfit for Service
Once Dr. Mark was steady on his feet, Nurse Barb led him to a tall wardrobe in the corner of the room. She rummaged through drawers and hangers, selecting an ensemble that would transform the good doctor into a willing servant. With a playful glint in her eye, she handed him a frilly black French maid outfit, complete with a white apron, a black choker, and thigh-high white stockings. She instructed him to pull the hosiery up over the leg bag to keep it discreet, noting cheekily, “We don’t need your golden surprise on display.”
For modesty, she provided a pair of black panties lined with a slim pad, in case there was any leakage around the catheter. Diane insisted he complete the look with a white lace headpiece, and Nurse Betty selected black Mary Jane shoes with low heels to offset the bright white stockings.
Dr. Mark dressed dutifully and emerged from the closet, twirling and curtsying at Nurse Barb’s command. The women burst into laughter, clapping at his dramatic flair.
Arousal and Anticipation
As Dr. Mark stood before them, Nurse Barb approached with a leather riding crop. Slowly and deliberately, she ran it along his inner thighs, pausing to flick it lightly at his balls and the stiff shaft of his penis, the catheter rising like a centerpiece from his glans. Each teasing touch heightened his arousal, sending shivers through his body.
“You like that, don’t you?” she said knowingly, her voice low and sultry. Dr. Mark could only nod, his cheeks flushed with the mingled emotions of submission and pleasure.
The Maid in Service
By now, the group was famished, and it became clear that Dr. Mark’s role was not merely decorative. “Dinner won’t serve itself, love,” Nurse Betty teased, handing him a tray. Dr. Mark dutifully served one course at a time, carefully refilling glasses of wine and water. Despite his costume and the occasional spasms from his catheter, he performed his duties with precision and pride.
The women rewarded his efforts with playful taps from the riding crop—on his buttocks, his nipples, and the curve of his crotch. Each stroke sent sparks of sensation coursing through him, and the women giggled at his obvious delight.
An Evening of Stories
As the meal progressed, the conversation turned to Dr. Mark’s recent medical history. Diane and Nurse Betty recounted his ordeal with kidney stones, the cystoscopy that followed, and Dr. Emily’s examination of his semen. The women described, in detail, how Dr. Mark had submitted to repeated stimulation and ejaculation for Dr. Emily’s research, much to Nurse Barb’s fascination.
“Well, isn’t that just a bloody masterpiece of submission,” Nurse Barb quipped, her eyes gleaming with interest. The mention of Dr. Emily’s apparent sapphic tendencies intrigued her further, and she made no effort to hide her curiosity about a strong, dominant woman who could be both authoritative and vulnerable.
The Final Course: Dessert
As dinner concluded, the women decided it was time for dessert—but not at the dining table. Dr. Mark’s services were reassigned to the treatment room. “Off you go, mate,” Nurse Barb said, ushering him forward with a gentle nudge.
The Return to Vulnerability
Once inside the treatment room, Nurse Barb instructed Dr. Mark to strip completely. He stood naked before them, his body rigid with arousal, the catheter arching from the tip of his cock down to the now-full leg bag. The sight of him—exposed, erect, and waiting—only heightened the electricity in the air.
Under Nurse Barb’s direction, the women led him into the spacious shower stall, leaving the water off for now. One by one, they took turns teasing and exploring his most sensitive areas. Diane squeezed and stroked his cock, Nurse Betty scratched and pumped it, and Nurse Barb pinched and slapped his balls with calculated precision.
The Art of Seduction
Finally, Nurse Barb knelt in front of him, her face so close to his groin that he could feel her warm breath against his skin. With a single fingernail, she traced intricate circles on the sensitive crown of his penis, starting near the catheter’s entry point and spiraling outward. She alternated between sharp, teasing touches and softer strokes, her precision maddeningly arousing.
Dr. Mark’s cock twitched, bobbed, and throbbed in response to her ministrations, his arousal reaching dizzying heights. Every movement of her hand sent a new wave of sensation through his body, and the women around him watched with rapt attention, delighting in his surrender.
The Command in Her Eyes
Nurse Barb’s piercing gaze locked onto Dr. Mark’s. No words were needed—her eyes spoke volumes: Cum now. With a deliberate flick of her tongue, she tapped the glistening crown of his cock, and his body responded with an uncontrollable eruption. His pelvis thrust forward instinctively, thick streams of creamy cum surging around the Foley catheter, escaping in powerful waves.
As he rode the intensity of his orgasm, Nurse Barb expertly snipped the valve, deflating the balloon holding the catheter in place. In a swift, practiced motion, she withdrew the thick rubber tube, triggering an immediate vacuum sensation that magnified Dr. Mark’s release. A pearly river of ejaculate followed the catheter, spilling onto the floor as his body convulsed with pleasure.
The sight of Dr. Mark’s orgasmic spasms drew applause from Diane and Nurse Betty, who cheered both Nurse Barb’s skill and his impressive performance. His now-softening member dripped cum onto his thighs and feet as he gasped for air, his body quivering with residual pleasure.
Nurse Barb turned on the shower and guided Dr. Mark under the warm spray, allowing him to wash away the remnants of their sensual exploration.
A Choice to Continue
After a moment of hydration and rest, Nurse Barb presented Dr. Mark with a decision. Standing before the imposing St. Andrew’s cross mounted on the wall, she asked whether he’d like to keep playing or call it a night. Without hesitation, Dr. Mark stepped forward, pressing his body against the cross’s padded surface.
The women exchanged knowing smiles as Nurse Barb secured him in place. Leather restraints held his wrists and ankles firmly, yet comfortably, while his body leaned into the cross. As anticipation thickened the air, Dr. Mark’s flaccid cock began to swell, rising slowly in response to the attention.
Preparing for the Next Step
Nurse Barb opened a sterile package, revealing a gleaming set of stainless steel sounds. Each rod shimmered under the light, a tantalizing promise of what was to come. She handed the first to Diane, granting her the honor of preparing Dr. Mark.
Diane began with a sensual, deliberate blowjob. Her lips brushed feather-light kisses up the length of his shaft before her tongue swirled around the crown. Her hands teased his balls with firm squeezes, matching the rhythm of her mouth. As her passion intensified, she took him deeper, her throat tightening around his girth before her teeth grazed his skin on the withdrawal.
Once Diane stepped back, Nurse Betty took over, maintaining his arousal with warm water and a washcloth. She bathed him tenderly, then used a saturated antiseptic swab to circle his glans, her touch deliberate and teasing. The cool air of the room mingled with the wet warmth of her ministrations, bringing him to the brink of climax.
The Weight of Anticipation
Finally, Nurse Barb stepped forward. In her hand was a long, polished sound that glinted ominously. Though it appeared delicate, Dr. Mark knew its weight and rigidity. The metal rod was both tantalizing and intimidating.
Perched on a rolling stool, Nurse Barb’s gaze flicked from Dr. Mark’s face to his erect cock. With an approving grin, she tapped the shaft lightly with her fingertip. Then, wrapping her hand around the base, she clenched firmly, causing his shaft to swell and bulge with blood.
The Insertion Begins
With expert precision, Nurse Barb placed the cold tip of the sound at the slit of his urethra. The first gentle push elicited a deep, involuntary moan from Dr. Mark. The sound eased just a fraction deeper, each tap sending a ripple of sensation through his body.
Nurse Barb adjusted her grip, steadying him while maintaining the perfect angle for the sound’s journey. Dr. Mark’s hips began a slow, instinctual rhythm, swaying away and then pressing forward, eager for more. The restraints bore his weight as his knees softened under the intense stimulation.
The Pleasure of Depth
As the sound traveled further, Nurse Barb synchronized her grip with Dr. Mark’s pulsations. His balls tightened and twisted with arousal as the heavy rod advanced through his urethra, each centimeter a blend of discomfort and exquisite pleasure. The tension in the room was palpable, and Dr. Mark surrendered fully to the experience, his body a canvas for the women’s skilled hands.
Nurse Barb’s measured movements coaxed the rod deeper, while Dr. Mark’s cock swelled harder under the weight of the stimulation. Each inch brought a new wave of ecstasy, leaving him breathless and trembling against the cross.
The Crescendo of Ecstasy
Nurse Barb could sense it—Dr. Mark was on the edge of something monumental. Years of experience told her exactly how close he was to a complete, mind-blowing climax. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction. She had struck gold with Dr. Mark, a man whose surrender and reactions perfectly complemented her skill.
She gave a subtle glance to Diane, who instantly understood.
Diane approached her husband, locking her gaze onto his, her movements deliberate and sensual. Slowly, she brought two fingers to her lips, sucking on them suggestively as Dr. Mark’s breathing quickened. His eyes widened in anticipation, his body straining against the restraints. With a sly smile, Diane slid her fingers between her thighs, parting her folds as her breath hitched.
Her wet fingers delved deep into her sex, her arousal heightened by watching Nurse Barb expertly dominate Dr. Mark. Curling her fingers inside, Diane’s back arched, her orgasm building to an unstoppable peak.
An Orgasmic Thunderclap
As Diane’s face flushed and her body quivered, Nurse Barb gave the sound one final push, sending it as deep as it could go into Dr. Mark’s pelvis. At the same time, she pumped his shaft and teased the crown of his cock with her thumbnail, her precision inducing a guttural growl from the bound man.
Dr. Mark erupted in a thunderous orgasm, his body convulsing as wave after wave of semen poured from his cock, coating Nurse Barb’s hand and arm and pooling on the floor. His cries of ecstasy echoed through the room, his body held upright only by the restraints binding him to the St. Andrew’s cross.
As if in unison, Diane’s orgasm ripped through her, leaving her breathless and trembling against the wall. Her body spasmed as her climax tore through her pelvis, her fingers still buried deep within her sex. She could barely stand, but the sight of her husband surrendering to such overwhelming pleasure filled her with exhilaration.
A Shared Release
Nurse Barb cradled Dr. Mark’s balls and gripped his shaft firmly, her movements calculated to extend his pleasure. His mind was a haze of bliss, his body trembling as the sound remained nestled deep within his cock, intensifying every sensation.
Catching her breath, Diane walked over to Nurse Barb, their eyes meeting with unspoken understanding. She offered her sticky, glistening fingers, and Nurse Barb eagerly savored them, her tongue swirling around Diane’s digits with appreciation.
The Women’s Climax
Meanwhile, Nurse Betty, who had been watching the scene unfold, was overcome with her own desire. Sprawled on the bed, her legs wide, her furry mound quivered with each thrust of the vibrating dildo she held between her thighs. She moaned unabashedly as her orgasm overtook her, her body convulsing with unrestrained passion.
Winding Down
With great care, Nurse Barb gently removed the sound from Dr. Mark’s cock. Though still semi-rigid, it was clear he was utterly spent. She discarded her gloves, washed her hands, and turned to Diane, giving her a warm hug.
“Thank you for your generosity,” Nurse Barb murmured, her voice filled with gratitude. Her hands lingered on Diane’s back as she spoke, acknowledging not just the shared experience but the trust that had made it possible.
Then she turned to Nurse Betty, pulling her into a deep, sensual kiss. Her lips moved softly but firmly, and she ended the gesture with a playful swat to Betty’s bum and a teasing squeeze of her breast.
A Gentle Cleanup
The two nurses eased Dr. Mark off the cross, his body limp but content. They guided him into the shower, where the warm water cascaded over him, washing away the evidence of their evening. Diane brought him food and water, ensuring he was nourished and hydrated while the nurses tidied up the room.
After the cleanup, Diane and Dr. Mark snuggled together in the bed, his head resting on her chest as they drifted off to sleep under the soft, cozy covers.
An Intimate Conclusion
Nurse Barb and Nurse Betty turned off the lights and retreated to Barb’s bedroom. Their arms entwined, they shared quiet kisses and tender caresses, the intimacy of the evening settling into a peaceful calm.
As they lay together, Nurse Barb’s thoughts drifted to new possibilities. A satisfied smile crossed her face as she made a mental note to have Nurse Betty invite Dr. Emily over for dinner. Very soon.
I’m scared to use this, and you?