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Prolog
In Part One, I was recounting isolated circumstances which went to explaining the unusual relationship I had with Amanda. Amanda and her mother, Monika, were very close. Amanda, being the last to leave the house and a little further removed from her brother and sisters agewise than they were from each other, may be a contributing factor. At the end of part one, I was recounting a period of time in which Monika helped me understand her husband Carl and their relationship. The rest of Amanda’s family may be of interest to you as well . . .
Following a memorable night in which Monika shared some intimate details of games she played with her husband (see part one), I was anxious to find just the right moment to catch Monika in the mood to reveal to me an example of the reversed role in a game they played. I tried unsuccessfully several times to stimulate the mood by initiating discussions about Carl. I was defeating my purpose, however, because the more opportunities I gave her to talk about him, the less she needed to, so I eventually stopped trying until . . .
Amanda sent me over to Monika’s house to check the dryer which was turning but not generating any heat. While in the basement working at pulling the heating element to inspect it, I looked up at a small free-standing closet I had not noticed before. There was a latch to padlock it, but there was no padlock. Curiosity had got me into trouble more than once in my life, and this was no exception. I got up and looked inside.
There were several white nurse outfits, with collars, flat broad shoulders, and which buttoned all the way up the front. On the floor were several pairs of black high-healed shoes with three inch heels and a black doctor’s bag. To the right, hung a pair of gray pajamas that looked unkempt compared to the pressed uniforms. I closed the closet and left with the heating element to the parts store.
When I came back, Monika was at her kitchen table looking at the addresses on her mail. "How long before these places learn that Carl doesn’t live here any more?" she said rhetorically, as she palmed the mail down with a sigh.
A light went off in my head as I took the element down to the basement and replaced it. When I got back upstairs Monika was outside in back tending to the plants around her patio. I snuck back down and brought up the ladder, box, a uniform, pair of shoes, the pj’s and the doctor’s bag. I was going to go for it. I quickly threaded the rope, put on the pj’s, laid the uniform and shoes across the couch next to the doctor’s bag, put the cuffs on myself, and waited for Monika to come inside. It must have been at least forty-five minutes and my patience was tested to the max. Several times I had to fight off the waves of panic coming over me for this harebrained scheme to keep myself from dismantling it all and putting it safely away.
Monika entered the room, from the dinning room and was on her way to the front hall as she took off her sun hat, set her gloves in it, and tussled her hair back into place. Then the white uniform shoes and bag caught her eye. It stopped her frozen for a second. It must have been that moment when you realize you have entered the "Twilight Zone" for her to see it, then me in makeshift prison garb waiting to be strung up. She showed an instant of longing, then forced back a tear with a sniffle, composed herself, and said, "You know, it is just about right except for this rag that used to make for a perfect blindfold. We can’t have our prisoners anticipating our procedures. It would influence the testing results."
In a matter of seconds, my hands were drawn up over my head, and Monika’s hand traveled in a caress from the side of my face, down my neck, unbuttoning the front of my top, coming to rest with an upward cupping of my balls. She patted them lovingly and said, "Don’t go anywhere. I’ll go see if the Dr. is in."
With that, I heard her talking on the phone, something about, "yes, for real. Trust me, come right over."
This time it must have been half an hour before I heard the front door open, some excited hushed conversation and them leaving to another room. With in five more minutes, or so, Monika announced, "Dr. Rutger can see you now. Oh, but wait, you can’t see the Dr. I’ll fix that, here."
When she removed the blindfold, there was Monika and her older sister, Ingrid, in white uniforms.Monika filled out the nurse’s uniform I laid out for her so that the buttons looked tense. The skirt of it went to mid-thigh, and the high-heels made her legs look even sexier than normal, if that was even possible. Ingrid was a beauty in her own right, but her hair was darker and she looked as if she led a more serious, or even sadder, life than Monika. The women in that family were all blessed with exceptional bodies, but I don’t think Ingrid was as physically active as Amanda and Monika. Ingrid wore a white lab coat over her uniform, wore reading glasses and had a clipboard with a pencil.
"Could it be," I thought, "that Monika shared these games with her sister after her sister’s husband died in Laos in the early seventies?"
"Okay nurse Holden," Ingrid said starting to take control of the situation, "I think it is time to test for some vital responses, don’t you? Please remove those pants. Prisoner please spread your legs. Yes, that’s it. No, nurse, I think it is better if his legs are held apart, don’t you? Yes, that will do fine. Nurse, have you checked for the nipple responses yet?"
"No, Dr., I have been waiting for you."
"Please proceed."
Monika approached my side, with her left hand resting in the small of my back, she sawed her index finger ever so lightly along the underside of one nipple, then the other, causing them to stiffen. She went into the bag and retrieved two nipple clamps which she screwed on to each nipple, causing me to breath in short breaths. The nipple stimulation and the immersion into Monika’s game sent my penis to full salute. When Monika noticed this she lightly grazed the underside of my cock head forward and back with the side of her index finger, saying, "Looks like we have the proper response Dr."
"Good. Now please check for the Thermo-relaxation response."
With that, Monica left the room briefly while Ingrid advanced toward me, looking me up and down, flicked the clamps, one after the other, and hefted my cock in her open hand to feel its weight. She stopped and backed out of the way when Monika returned with a tumbler almost full of very warm water. She brought it up around my scrotum, dunking my balls into the almost too hot water. This relaxed my balls to the point that they hung down in a loose sack as low as I could ever remember them hanging.
"Dr. will you help me with this test?" Ingrid stood on the opposite side of me from Monika and they met the back of their hands at the middle of my scrotum, lifted up and each wrapped a hand around a ball. I can’t imagine how anyone could feel more vulnerable than I felt at that particular moment. With a gentle pull apart to see how much leeway there was, they let each ball go back to the bottom of the sack in unison.
"I’ll take this opportunity to place an ID band around the sack for future reference." Monika took a three quarter inch wide leather strap with a Velcro closure and wrapped it snugly around my scrotum below my cock, trapping my balls at the bottom. "I think this prisoner will do Dr., don’t you?"
"Yes, nurse, a fine specimen, but we still need to perform the Cumming Interruptus test before we can be sure. Please ready the prisoner."
That was Monika’s cue to start unbuttoning the top few buttons on her uniform. The tops of her magnificent 37-38D breasts were on full display in a half-cup push up bra. She crouched down and pushed her breasts forward so my cock slid into her cleavage. She moved forward and back giving the underside of my cock a pocket of friction sending me into a dream state of bliss. Next she unbuttoned her uniform a few more buttons so she could pull the dress aside and rub a nipple along the length of the shaft.
"Maybe you would like to assist me with this Dr." Monika said, as she held her hand around my cock in a holding pattern while Ingrid removed her glasses, clipboard, and lab coat. As she approached me, she took her hands and raised the hem of her skirt and raised her high-heeled foot up to the underside of my extended balls, and lightly tapped them to get them to bounce off of the toe and her instep. Even in her early fifties, this lady had fine legs, with smooth skin and musculature. Although there was some discomfort from her sexy foot, I was willing to put up with outright pain to experience this provocative lady for the first time like this.
Monika was taking her thumb and fingers of her right hand and dragging them off the head and tip of my cock coaxing a precum signal to appear. Ingrid knelt down and put my balls into her mouth and swirled her tongue around them feeling me ready for my relief. "Now, nurse!" she said suddenly, and Monika clamped her thumb and middle finger down firmly on the top and bottom of the base of my cock preventing the release I was craving so badly. I opened my eyes in shock and horror at the rude roadblock in my road to orgasm, bending forward as much as my bonds would allow, panting heavily.
Just then the front door opened. "Helloooo. Motherrrr. . Oh My Goddd!. . .Mother!. . . Aunt Ingrid!. . . What are. . . What is happening? . . You can’t mean. . . With Dad, that is one thing, but your own son-in-law? Oh Pleasssse …"
It was Kara. I couldn’t do anything about my modesty and I just hung there with sweat running down my body, flushed pressure pounding in my head, and adrenaline pumping in my body form the intense humiliation, embarrassment, and need forrelief.
"Oh darling. Your wonderful brother-in-law here was being kind to a lonely widow and nothing more. You know how happy this used to make your father. Why don’t you grab your uniform and join in the fun?"
"Hunh?" I thought. That was an insight I was not prepared for at that particular moment.
Kara walked up to me. She was the eldest of the children and looked more like her father than her mother. She had short, curly brunette hair in a style she could just wash and wear. She had her family’s clear soft rosy complexion and blue eyes like the rest. But, I never much noticed her potential for sexuality, being my sister-in-law, always wearing jeans, shirts, sweaters, and other more frumpy or masculine outfits. She was usually just politely friendly to me, and nothing more.
Now she was walking up to me, looking me up and down, in almost a slinky way until she was right up in my face, her left arm around my side, up my back and hand back over my shoulder, and her right hand firmly around my cock and balls. "What do YOU say? Do YOU want me to play?" She said now staring at my mouth.
Pursing my lips in a slight grimace, holding my breath, I nodded "yes." Then she let me go, turned, and dragged the upturned palm of her hand along the bottom of my balls as she walked away, presumably toward the basement. Out came my held breath in an all out exhale, while I shook my head to shake off my bewilderment.
"Dr., I think it is time to take a break while I make a phone call." Monika said as she left to call from the hall. "Oh, hello Amanda darling. Your wonderful man is tied up for a while longer over here. You don’t need him back for awhile do you?. . . No, sure come right over. . . OK then, see you then."
Monika came back. "Had I heard her right? Had she just invited Amanda over to see this? How would Amanda react to this? What would she do to me for this?" were the thoughts that raced through mind as my hands began to be lowered from the beam. I had been experiencing so much distracting pleasure and confusion that I had forgotten how numb my arms were. I instinctively bent forward hanging them down in front to let the blood back in. While in this position, Monika unfastened the strap as I held a paralyzed pose until she finished in that delicate area. This position also let the blood try to fight its way back in to my nipples, which were still clamped down. Monika let down the rope enough to arrange for me to step over the part which linked the cuffs and stand up again with my hands behind my back. Off came the clamps and she briefly rubbed my nipples in the palm of her hand to get the blood flowing again. The pain shot back, as much as the first moment the clamps went on, and I was relatively stiff again.
When Kara appeared in tight white uniform and high-heels, I looked at her as I had never looked at her before. Neither the ugly bridesmaid dress at our wedding nor her other non-descript outfits at dress-up occasions caught my attention as she was doing at this very minute. I’d never be able to look at her the same way again. "So what are we waiting for?" She said.
"Oh, Amanda decided to come over and she’ll probably want to join us, dear." Said Monika.
"Figures." Said Kara in mild disgust.
Continued in "Living With Amanda Part 5"

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