She was so beautiful that I didn't hesitate when she asked if she could tie me up. Short, sandy blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and full pouting lips, she was an absolute goddess.

We had met at the hospital where I was visiting a friend. She was a nurse and I've always been a sucker for uniforms. The doctor wasn't too bad either. Tall, slender, her brown hair pulled back harshly in a bun, wearing a white lab coat and glasses.

"You are so cute," she told me and I was putty in her hands. "God, I want you," she continued, "I'm off duty in 15 minutes. Wait for me in room 304, just down the hall."

I smiled and nodded, almost running off down the hall. She was already headed the other way.

Room 304 look like any other room, so I stepped in an took a seat on the chair next to the bed. 15 minutes seemed like an eternity when finally, she stepped through the door, pushing it shut quickly behind her.

"Now what was your name?" she asked.

"David," I told her looking up from the chair, looking at the badge on her uniform. She glanced down at it, acknowledging the badge, but saying her name anyway, "Kelly."

"I know," I said, smiling.

She reached behind her back, turning the latch on the door, locking it shut as she spoke, "Let's see David, what can nurse Kelly do for you today?"

"Oh, um, uh, well, let's see," I stammered.

She stepped in front of me and pressed her finger to my lips.

"Shhhhhhhh," she said, "I'll take care of you. But I have to warn you, David, I am a very kinky girl." Her words were slow and deliberate.

Her mouth found my ear as she whispered into my ear as she simultaneously, ran her hand over my stiffening cock. "Does that scare you?"

"A little," I choked, barely able to get the words out.

"Don't be afraid," she whispered, her hot breath spreading over my neck and face, "I just like to play."

I reached up, to grab her head and pull her close for a kiss.

She pulled back, "Tsk, tsk, tsk," she chided, "not yet. First, get undressed and put this on," she said, holding up a paper gown.

I did as she asked, blushing slightly as the paper gown covered me, making a nice tent in the front where my cock had become fully erect.

"Now lie down," she said, patting the bed.

She turned around and opened the closet as I rested back. When I looked up, she was dangling a set of leather restraints from her finger, biting her lip, looking unbelievably hot.

"Ever been tied up?" she asked.

I nodded.

"I told you I was a kinky girl," she smiled, cocking her head to the side and approaching me. She wrapped each wrist in wide, brown leather cuffs, followed by each ankle.

"This is called four point restraint," she explained as she connected each limb to hooks on the bed, "Quite inescapable."

When I was fully secured, I tugged at each wrist and leg, finding them indeed well restrained. Kelly giggled, "God," she said, "I could just eat you up."

"Now," she said, sitting down on the bed next to me, "I need to know something." She switched a machine on beside the bed, which made a soft periodic pinging noise. She peeled off two adhesive circles with wires attached and pressed them to my temples.

"You really are kinky," I said, laughing, growing a little uncomfortable.

She leaned down close, looking deep into my eyes. "You have no idea," she said, "but you are about to find out."

She raised my gown and picked up a bottle lotion from behind the machine. She put a large squirt of it in her palm and gently pressed it to my now throbbing cock.

"Nurse Kelly is going to take good care of you," she said as she slowly began sliding her hands up and down my cock.

Softly, I moaned, looking at her beautiful face, I could feel an orgasm building and the machine beside me was beeping more rapidly.

"Oh God Kelly, Yes!" I screamed.

Just before I came, she stopped, her hands pulling away and her attention turning to the machine. With a red pen she made a mark on the long string of paper tape being fed from the machine.

"Pleeeeeease," I begged, but her attention was still on the machine.

"Kelly!" I said insistantly as my cock twitched and strained.

She finally turned back and looked at me directly. "I told you, you have to be quiet."

"But, you have to finish this," I protested.

She kinda scrunched up her face and paused, "Hmmm, not yet, David. Be patient."

She turned back to the machine, watching the beeps.

I squealed again in frustration and she turned to look at me.

Her eyes grew narrow. "Now I missed it," she said scowling. "Now we have to do it again."

Without missing a beat her hands were sliding up and down my cock again, the machine starting to beep in keeping with my excitement.

"Does that feel good, David?" she coaxed.

"Oh God, yes!" I moaned, "please, yes, God Kelly!"

She smiled, "I love seeing you like this David."

I squealed and softly cried, "Nooooooooooo," as she stopped rubbing again. Marking the tape and watching the machine.

I started shaking my head, begging and pleading.

"David," she said sternly, "Don't make me gag you."

My eyes grew wide.

"No, no, no," I repeated.

"God damn it David," she opened the drawer and removed a large wad of gauze and a roll of 4" wide white adhesive tape.

"Be a good boy David," she instructed, pressing the gauze into my mouth.

I reluctantly opened my mouth, feeling the gauze fill it. Next my lips were covered by very sticky, wide white tape, once over my lips and once above and once below, covering my face from my nose to my chin.

Again her hand began stroking, this time much more slowly, more deliberately. She was watching me, having the time of her life.

"Just five more," she told me after stopping for a thrid time.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm" I protested into my gag.

She leaned down and kissed my forehead, "I told you I'd take care of you, I just didn't say how."

Again, after a few minutes, sitting in silence, she started again, slowly stroking, bringing me to the brink of orgasm, this time much, much closer. As my cock began to ache, I moaned into the gag more loudly, a mixture of pleasure and agony.

Just the moment I could begin to stand it again, her hand returned to my cock, slipping and sliding gently, roughly, slowly, quickly each touch expertly bringing me closer. Just as the orgasm was to shoot through me, it would end. Her teasing timed to the sounds of the damned machine.

"This machine, David," she explained, "it tells me the very last second I can keep touching you and the very first moment I can start again." She was smiling, "it measures your brain waves."

I paused and thought about what she was saying. If I could just think differently, think of something else.

She scrunched her face up a little, looking incredibly cute, "You can't change 'em David." She laughed softly, knowing exactly what I as thinking.

After four more teasings she stood and went to the foot of the bed.

She picked up the clipboard and wrote a few notes. "Now David, we're going to start you out with two teasings per day," she explained matter of factly, "each one hour a piece. You get release every three days." She smiled softly, "You'll like that part."

She peeled the tape from my lips and removed the saliva soaked gauze.

"I marked you down to start with heavy gagging, but if you learn to behave yourself, we can reduce that."

I gasped for air, my mouth as dry as a bone.

"Awwwww," she teased, "think of the bright side, David."

I looked at her hopefully.

"Once I get you fully trained," she smiled, "I'll be your girlfriend."

I leaned back, relaxing into my bonds. I smiled.

"I'd like that," I whispered softly.

"I know you would," she said, smiling.

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