And the Kink Goes On

Roku: The Florence Nightingale effect

Another week passed and by the time Saturday rolled around, I was pretty tense.
I had been reading over the brochure and for the life of me, I couldn’t guess what might be in store for me when I delivered the next package to the CEO.
I had three other deliveries and after I left the last one the clouds that had hovered all day finally let loose.
Kaiba’s box was pretty big and I was on the other side of town, so I draped my raincoat over it and headed off at full speed.
The short cut I chose had two hills and as I coasted down the second I was sweating and my clothes were drenched.
When I reached the door to Kaiba’s home, I leaned against the wall to catch my breath as I waited for the butler to let me in.
Then alone in the library, I dropped onto a leather chair and rested, hoping Kaiba wouldn’t kill me for dripping all over his house.
I must have fallen asleep.
Hazy thoughts filled my mind as I slept. Images of people coming and going, lights coming on and fading out and a vision of an angel all dressed in white with piercing blue eyes filled my muggy mind.
Then, I pulled my heavy lids up to see a semi-dark room and a familiar face.
“So, you decided to wake up. How do you feel?” he asked as my lids dropped closed again.
“Like shit. What happened?” I asked.
“You had a fever. The doctor said sleep, lots of fluids and a chance for me to practice Tender Loving Care. I called your home and your mother came over this morning. Now, are you hungry?” he asked.
Bringing my eyes open again, I looked up at the source of the voice and scanned him from head to toe. Okay, so I couldn’t see his toes, but you get the idea.
Kaiba was dressed entirely in white from the pumps on his feet to the little white hat on his head. The uniform was stylish and not too short, but the cut was perfect and he looked amazing. Even the white stocking, were just the right touch.
“Do you moonlight for the hospitals?” I asked and Kaiba laughed as he pressed a cold clothe to my face.
“I doubt they could pay the kind of money I am used to. Now are you hungry?” he repeated.
I shook my head and immediately regretted it. “Oh, that was stupid,” I announced.
“Dizzy?” he asked and I only rolled my eyes in answer.” Drink this - it should help. I want you feeling better soon.”
“Sorry to mess up your day,” I said as I released the straw from the drink he held.
“Day? You have been asleep all night. It’s almost dinnertime on Sunday. Your mother is going to call you in for tomorrow and I can get out of anything. You concentrate on getting well.” And I watched him dip the cloth in a bowl before swabbing my head again.
“Sunday?” I asked and he nodded. “Wow. Now, I’m really sorry. Have you been. . . .” I asked indicating his clothing, “. . . . the whole time?”
“Call me Komori, I am your first nursing wet dream.” He told me leaning close. “And when you are better, I’ll show you why.”

After a meal of some thin broth I was asleep again.
Kaiba had explained that when I had been found passed out in the library, he had sent Mokuba to their summerhouse with most of the staff, except his most trusted four and sent for the doctor. I was moved to this room and Kaiba had been my personal VN for the entire time I was out.
The four others, a cook, the butler, and two security guards, knew only that they should keep their mouths closed and they were well paid for the fact. They had been with him since he had taken over the company and were very trustworthy.
Kaiba, er Komori, was very attentive and had done everything needed to ease my suffering.
My mother had indeed come and had called again before I drifted off to sleep, crying over the phone about my illness and praising that sweet Kaiba-san for ‘her’ special attention.
I guess Mom thought Komori was Kaiba’s sister or something. I had to admit, when he put on some make-up later, he was a passable woman. Not really a beauty, but pretty, ya know?
I drifted off to sleep thinking that.

When I woke again, my head was clear.
I reached up and pushed away the cool cloth that was draped over my forehead and looked around.
The room was brighter and I realized it was day now and I couldn’t find a clock in the room to tell me the time. I shifted in the bed coming to the realization that all I wore was a cotton shirt that looked a lot like a hospital gown. Only, by the feel of the fabric and the seams, it was a custom job. Under it, I was bare.
I didn’t have time to get embarrassed as the door flew open and my ‘nurse’ walked in. He was dressed nearly the same but the cut of the dress looked different. He carried a tray and when I realized he had stopped I looked up to his face from where my eyes had locked on his legs.
“You must be better if you can gawk.” He said, placing the tray on a stand and coming to the bedside. He lifted my hand and felt my pulse, looked into my eyes and then, did something that left me speechless. He pressed his lips to my forehead and held them there for several minutes.
“Yes, your fever is down. Now, you eat!” he ordered helping me up to a seated position and bringing the tray over.
There was miso soup and some soft rolls, a cup of tea and a bowl of a creamy semi-solid that could have been pudding. It looked like hospital food.
“My cook makes this when Mokuba or I am sick. You’ll feel better in no time and it’s actually very good.” He said, tucking a napkin under my throat and placing a spoon in my hand.
I had to blink a few times during the meal as he moved around the room, adjusting the bed sheets, fluffing my pillow and refreshing the pitcher of water on the nightstand. It was so un-Kaiba like.
After the food was eaten and it did taste very good, he bustled the tray away and returned with a plastic tub and a bucket and I became a little worried.
“Sponge bath.” He called out happily, and I felt my chin drop to the floor.
“Um, Kai ---eh, Komori, you aren’t serious, are you?”
“Completely. You have been lying there for two days, sweating, and I intend to clean you up, change the sheets and that gown. Now, cooperate like the good boy I know you are.” he said as he pulled up a stool and reached around my neck.
I have never stayed in a hospital, and never had a sponge bath, so I don’t know if he was good at it, but I know what feels good and this did.
The sponge was soft and as it glided up my arms and over my shoulders, chest and stomach, I was nearly purring in my contentment. The breath caught in my throat as he pulled the covers away and lifted one of my legs.
Now I was not in the best of health, remember? But I am human and by the time he had bathed both of my legs, I was ready for what was to follow. And as the sponge rose to my hips, he was smirking at my fairly hard erection that was dancing along with the movements of the sponge.
When he finished, he tossed the sponge into the bucket and dried his hands.
“Now, for those sheets.” He said, lifting a pile of folded cloth and placing it near the bed.
He pulled out the neatly folded corners and pushed the sheet up to my sides. “Roll that way,” he said as he opened the clean bedding. I rolled on to my side, blushing as my exposed butt was left in his view. (As if he had never seen it, I scolded myself.)
In no time, I felt hands pulling me back and rolling onto the clean side and pulling the others off. He quickly adjusted the sides and neatly folded the new corners.
Patting the bed firmly, he pulled out a clean gown and helped me slip it on before shaking out a blanket and covering me.
“Now, isn’t that better?” he asked tucking the blanket up around me.
Before I could answer, his eyes dropped to the rise of the blankets over my lap and a new look came into them.
“There’ll be no resting with that.” He said studying it. I was fidgeting under his gaze and wondering if I was strong enough for what he had in mind.
I was feeling a lot better, so I managed to let my hand wander over the side of the bed and up next to his stocking covered thigh.
The material was so silky I couldn’t resist stroking it and he leaned down and whispered to me. “If you try a little higher, you may find a surprise.”
I was not against following directions, so my hand rose up past the elastic tops of the stockings and the lace straps that held them in place.
I found cool skin and continued on, expecting to come in contact with something and finding nothing. By the time I had a hand full of firm Kaiba ass, I had only found a small strap of satin that ran up his crack and left both cheeks exposed.
“A Thong?” I asked and he smiled.
“Look harder,” he added. I let my hand ride the length of the fabric down into the tight canyon of his ass and his most private orifice. Something firm was below the fabric and my fingers traced its dimensions. As I explored it, I pushed a little harder and Kaiba gasped.
“Oh shit, Kaiba. A-A-A butt plug?” I managed and my stupidity central added, “I’ll bet it’s white, too.” And the CEO smirked at me. “Fucking, No Shit!”
“That would be preferable,” he said, as his hand grabbed my wrist and held it there. “Ahh, yes.” He added. “I’ve worn it ever since your fever broke, early this morning.” And his eyes closed half way.
I watched his face flow into a look of utter bliss and I couldn’t control myself. I moved my fingers around the toy’s base and nudged it to see what he would do.
I watched as Kaiba Seto closed his eyes and bit down on his bottom lip to hold in a groan.
“Why?” I asked and Kaiba’s eyes opened again. “Why did you do it?” I added.
“It’s all part of the fantasy. Just go with it. It’s mine today. We’ll find yours another time.” And he pushed back onto my finger and released the sound that he had held before.
I wasn’t sure what that meant so I let myself ride along as Kaiba moved against my fingers and his hand held my wrist.
“Oh, yes. More.” he begged and eyes wide I pushed harder as he met my push with his own and then moved away. I watched him push back and realized he was humping himself with the butt plug and my fingers and it had my already hard member bouncing in appreciation.
“Nnnnh,” I moaned as I managed to find it with my other hand and stroked it slowly.
Kaiba must have heard me, cause he froze and opened his eyes. I smiled weakly as he looked at the moving bulge in the blanket and I tried distracting him by shifting the toy again.
“No!” he snapped, and I pulled away both hands, not sure which had bothered him the most. “Not yet.” He said as he shifted my hand away from his body and pulled the blankets away. “Do it some more. I want to see.” He said pulling my hand back.
I had never done this when someone was around much less while they watched. I was awkward at it while he looked on and then the feelings took over and I nearly forgot he was there. I was moving over myself quickly and hadn’t realized when he had moved away and circled the bed until he was climbing up on the other side and straddling my leg.
“Don’t stop.” He said as he shifted the skirt of the uniform and exposed the front of the very white thong he was wearing.
I watched in fascination, as he sat on my thigh and pulled the satiny fabric aside to expose that same erection that I recalled being impressed by recently.
I could feet something on my thigh and realized that the plug was still in and he was moving over me in a way that was sure to move it in him in erotic and stimulating ways.
This image served to get my hand moving faster as Kaiba took a hold of his steaming sex in his own.
“Oh, gods.” I let flow out of my lips as I realized that I wanted to touch it but the position he had taken had him out of my reach unless I released my own. But he had told me not to stop, so I bunched up the sheets in my other hand, frustrated that it was unable to caress the strong piece of flesh so close and yet so unobtainable.
“Faster, Honda. Faster.” He called and I grit my teeth as I rocked my hips up to greet my hand. The motion served to also push up at him and he gasped quickly and then blew out his drawn breath.
“Fuck.” He yelled as he rammed his ass back down on my thigh and threw his head back. I couldn’t take it, as the visual display of Kaiba this close to orgasm rippled across my groin and I shifted my efforts from fast to firm and with a death grip on my manhood I pumped all the harder.
Kaiba noticed the shift and looked down through hazy eyes as he matched my moves. I could tell he had tightened his hold as the head of his erection began to turn a firm purple color.
The sight fascinated me and sent me over the edge as Kaiba moved up my leg and I could feel the plug shift along my skin. I came fast and hard and the millionaire followed behind.
His ribbons of semen coating my belly and hip and his breathing erratic and exciting, I felt my organ force out another surge and watched a smaller quantity of spunk hit my gut.
Kaiba dropped forward and landed on his arms against me. I automatically reached out to grab him and held him against me.
When he had regained enough of his strength and composure he pushed away from me and climbed off the bed, shifting his clothing as he did. I watched him carefully as he reassessed himself and regained his normal look and feel.
Well, though I felt a little disappointed, I dealt. Hey, what did I think, I was gonna get to cuddle with the great, Kaiba Seto? Huh, right.
This is where Kaiba, normally, sends me home.
“Now, you need to sleep, and I’ll check on you in an hour.” He said as he picked up the sponge and cleaned up the mess on my body, adjusted the gown and pulled the covers back over me.
Back in full Komori mode, he checked my pulse, felt my forehead and smiled lightly. “You’ll be better in no time.” And he left.
I was fine when I woke again, and when the doctor pronounced me fit to return home and my mother arrived to take me at dinner time, I nodded to a stoic, back to business Kaiba as I climbed into her car and we rode down his driveway with my bike attached to the trunk.
Just another day in the city of Domino.


::::Mmm, hmmm. Now, where were we. Let’s run this back and review.
We have dealt with, several forms of mild bondage, some cross dressing, a little anal stimulation with and without electricity and some sensory depravation, a sprinkling of pain/pleasure, voyeurism and some oral fun.
What is left? Let me just review my list, hmmm, oooh, this looks promising!
But do I dare?
I guess you’ll have to tell me the answer to that one. *Hint, hint