Wet Nurse victim part 2

part 1 (man, re-reading this months later, it needs another two edits. Sorry)

Nurse massaged me for a long time. My legs and arms were still restrained, and she would use that to as leverage for the stronger strokes.

She would start with long firm strokes, ones that would go from the nape of my neck down my back, across my ass and down to my calf.

I was

Each time her hands would linger longer on my ass, or delve deeper into my shorts. The length of the strokes would get shorter, the palm of her hand would change into fingers, and then just a tease of finger nails.

Lather, rinse, repeat. And I do mean lather: at first she just used olive oil and water in a mister. After she had taken me as high as she wanted, she would calm me down, often with a spanking, and then she would rinse off the oil.

She used rubbing alcohol once to remove the oil, and then followed up with a very soft baby powder.

Another time she used an intensively perfumed soap, and then, after she had dried me off again, she used unperfumed dove. The act of cleaning me off would lead directly into the next cycle of excitement.

Nurse explained to me her rules: "You will cum when I let you cum." "That doesn't mean you are to wait for my permission", she explained.

"I'm in charge... your body is completely under my control. If you feel you are going to cum, it's because I want you to.. You will not resist, you will not hold back. You are completely under my control.", I could feel the cat-like proprietary smile in your voice. "If I don't want you cum, you won't."

I can't give me a play by play, because I can't recall. It all became a blur of intensive senses....

At some point the pleasure overcame me and I became lost in it.

What I do know is that Nurse slowed my breathing down, whispered soothing words, and left me to wash her hands. I felt spent.. My entire body tingled, making be aware of every inch of my body, yet I was in a place where I barely knew the world existed.

Nurse lay on top of me; I could feel her press her mons into the back of my legs. She wasn't shy about her desire for me. My shorts had disappeared, cut off, I guessed, and she was clearly using me for her pleasure. "It's time for me to extract some more pleasure from your lovely body", she purred.

Sliding off of me, she undid my restraints, and led me blinking despite the dim candle light, to her tantric chair. She sat me down, reclining in the original girl on top position. A bungy cord under the chair restrained my legs. A single wrap of shrink-wrap tape around my chest secured my chest from moving.

I wondered what next.