Janie – My Next Chapter Ch. 02

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Janie – My Next Chapter – Ch. 2

By KAD

A/N – Please know this is intended as a fun story. There is a purposeful flashback and character building giving you the backstory and setting up future chapters. I ask you to stay with me; it will be as fun and erotic as the first chapter.

There is a very sad moment but to build the relationship and to tie the stories I felt it necessary. There is some light but revealing BDSM play in this chapter.

Constructive comments are welcome. There is enough negativity in the world. We don’t need negative or grammar nanny comments. What good do they do anyway?

***

“Baby doll, I would never.” Kari bent her knees, and leaned forward pulling my hands into her and gently kissed me.

I was flush instantly, I wanted to rise to my feet but her hands moved to my back hugging me. Her hug firm, her voice tender and gentle as she whispered words of love and kindness to me.

We stood together, closer than I had been to anyone in the past weeks. My hands moved from her sides to her back, gently hugging her, taking this all in. Then a gentle kiss on my cheek, and one softly on my lips. I was in heaven, hypnotized by her touch. In this moment all was right, all was safe, my new world falling into place right where I needed it to be.

As she pulled away from our hug, there was a soft knock at her door.

“It’s time, my next meeting.” She whispered.

She kissed my lips once more. “Kari may I…” Her fingers pressed at my lips, silencing me.

“Tomorrow night, you will come to Me dear, tell your boy toy you are spending the night.”

I knew that the tone in her voice; shivers ran up my spine. “Yes Miss!”

“Now go.”

And with that I turned and walking out of the Executive Director of Nursing office, heading to the 4th floor where the largest Operating Room Department was for the

rated Level One Trauma Center in Maryland was located.

*** Chapter Two ***

I got home that afternoon from the hospital to see Ben had already set the dinner table, he wasn’t home and yet. He must have done that before he left for work. I changed and decided that I would go for a run. I left him a note letting him know what I was doing and that I would be back.

It was just over thirty minutes later when I came back into the house dripping in perspiration. I immediately noticed two very distinctive aromas touching my senses, chocolate and garlic.

As I proceeded into the living room, I saw the tall jar candle burning. Hmm chocolate! I then heard the sizzle of something on the stove. Walking in the kitchen I saw Ben working hard at the stove, the counter filled with scraps of vegetable peelings and the paper wrapping from our butcher.

I walked up behind him and kissed him gently on the cheek. “How much time do I have?”

Concentrating on his other skilled craft, a home chef, he smiled, “Fifteen at the most, veggies are going under the broiler now.”

I kissed him again and started walking away; I froze in my tracks when I heard him. “I got a text from Kari; we can talk after your shower if you want. Go shower. I love you Janie!”

I took a quick shower just washing off the perspiration, the remaining stress from the day and the concern of the coming conversation. As I rinsed my hair I was calm, relaxed and calm.

As I toweled off, I saw on the countertop different clothes. Laid out for me to wear, my long pajama pants and a full length shirt, clothing I wore when on my period.

Not sexy or romantic at all as I had set out for me to wear after my shower. I assumed this was information in the text Ben received.

I dressed and walked out to the dining room, seeing that our dinner was ready I sat with Ben at the table. I really enjoyed his skills as a home chef. Sadly we ate in silence. It truly was deafening to me.

“What was the text Ben?” I was cold in my tone, knowing this was her doing.

“It is restrictive, not punishing, you are to be denied tonight and tomorrow morning. She is toying with you, she told me to tease you mercilessly.”

In my mind I was upset, my emotions going crazy, my blood was near boiling. I was getting more and more upset by the moment. On the outside I was cool and calm. Kari had done this once before when I was still in my clinical. But that was early on in my relationship with her.

“I do deserve this because of how I acted when she and Jordyn were here.”

There was silence as we finished our meal. I collected our dishes sensing there was much more to the text then Ben was leading on. After finishing the dishes I walked back to our bedroom, took care to prepare my clothes for work in the morning and got ready for bed.

As I exited the bathroom, I found Ben standing in the center of the room. He was smiling and in his hands I saw him holding our long black silk scarves. He walked towards me and in a very cold manner he attached a scarf to my left wrist, Bahçelievler travesti then to my right. Once secured he led me to our bed.

I was instructed to lie down on my back. He then secured my arms and then my legs at each corner of the bed. The last scarf was gently placed over top of my eyes, sending me into a total dark state. I felt his breath on my cheek then a simple kiss. I heard him walk out of the room.

A few moments later, I felt him kneel on the bed then I heard a noise not unfamiliar to me. It was a few moments later when I felt air kissing my leg and the cold metal touch my skin. Holy fuck, he was cutting my pants off of my body!

Once naked he left the room again. I heard movement. “Ben?”

“Shhh, no talking. Please.”

I felt him touching my body gently, caressing, teasing me between my legs, I opened for him. “Lift your bum up”

It was quick, but gentle and intense as a plug was being pressed into my dark hole. I moaned in enjoyment and desire. It was then I knew he had been given very specific instructions.

His hand pulled away removing the plug that had barely started to open me as I felt pleasure. I felt the bed shift, and then heard the door close.

Oh god! Kari was meaning to punish me this isn’t teasing this is punishment.

Moments later I heard the door open. The bed shifted again. I knew it was him. I could smell him, my lover, my man. God he smelled so wonderful.

“Lift up please and be quiet please no sounds. She was very specific. I love your Janie.”

I lifted my pelvis up. I felt his touch but it was different. Suddenly I panicked. I felt the cold as what must be an ice cube was pressed into my star. It was quick, strange and somewhat pleasurable but challenging.

Then I felt the cold of the plug this time without hesitation Ben pressed firmly as my ass accepted the intrusion.

The bed shifted again, moments later I felt his breath on my cheek.

“You are to be edged, brought down and then edged again. I am not supposed to let you cum.”

His hand gently moved down my side. His touch was loving, soft and I knew I was in for a troubling experience. His movements like this in the past were meant to love me like no other time, his caresses and touch made me shiver. Not now, I was in for a long evening and worse a morning without relief.

He was deeply kissing my outer and inner lips, his tongue loved my body driving me close to the point of no return. I was pulling hard at the scarves. I was whimpering, and as my legs started shaking and my breathing increased he stopped, rolled off the bed and walked towards the door.

He must have been at the door when he said flatly, “I love you, I really do but I must return later again.”

I do not know how long it has been. The darkness added to the erotic feelings but also added a very scary and unknowing feeling of punishment. Ben was true to his word, he returned a second time bringing me to the edge backing off. As he moved off the bed, he placed my vibrator against my clit. He left it humming on the lowest setting possible.

Repeating his actions I felt the bed move as he rolled away leaving me in the darkness of the room. My body was screaming for more, my mind now suffering along with my sexual desires. This was erotic, tantalizing, but so punishing. I needed to climax!

I wasn’t sure how long it had been but I was crawling out of my skin when I heard the bedroom door open. This third time, Ben was slow to the bed. His movements seemed more calculated. I felt him move closer, the vibrator was pulled away.

I was as silent as possible when I felt the tip of his cock wet itself against my folds. In a very different and slow motion he slid his cock into me. He rested once fully deep.

I was tugging at the sheets; I was pulling at the scarves. I was on edge.

He started with his hips, like the churning of the old time locomotive, he drove deeper. I needed this, I wanted this. I was going to cum soon.

Forgetting this was punishment I reveled in this love yet soon needed his hands on me, I missed his special and loving touch. This was the true punishment I was being used, there was no foreplay. It was different, mechanical.

I could tell from his movements he was close. My breathing quickened, my head shaking left and right. He withdrew but I felt movement. I was caught off guard, surprised when I suddenly felt the wetness of his cum on my chest and breasts.

“Goodnight my love.”

The bed shifted and I heard the door close, left alone, bound, in the silence of the night, the deafening silence of the night.

***

I woke up the next morning when my alarm sounded full of frustration and need. Ben’s dried cum on my still naked chest is a reminder of my denial and desires of time to come soon.

Ben opened the bedroom door wishing me a good morning. I was released from my binds. He kissed me deeply and said that my overnight bag Bahçelievler travestileri was packed and that he would see me in a few nights. He was going on a last minute weekend golf trip with the guys. I looked at the clock, 5:00. I needed to move quickly, this was purposeful. When I got out of the shower, there was a note on the bed.

Janie, my dearest,

You are my sun, stars, and moon. I hope you know how difficult that was for me as well. This side of our sexuality, this side of our life ignites a fire and drives me to stay crazy with lust and a deeper love for you, now and all eternity.

Go serve, be humble, and seek forgiveness.

All my love,

Benjamin

***

Arriving at the hospital before 6:00, I reviewed the case load in the Operating Room, seeing a full slate of cases this morning. It was nonstop, the day progressed and the cases were smooth. I cared for and treated my patients like I needed to.

As is most days there was anticipation boiling inside of me as our last case of the day was released from post-op. I tended to my paperwork and charting. With one final check our anesthesiologist signed off on the charts and that was it we were done for the week.

As I walked towards the locker room, I was asked if I had plans for the weekend. As I stared to answer, I heard Jordyn, “Yes we do, a girl’s getaway weekend.”

I looked inquisitively at her and said to the other nurse, “Yes, a girls getaway!”

I showered and changed into comfortable clothing and started towards the hospital exit. As I was walking out to the parking lot, Jordyn caught up with me and quickly took me by the hand. I looked at her and she just smiled.

“Allow me to be your driver for our getaway. You have a needy passenger waiting.”

Fear overcame me immediately. Questions started running through my head. Jordyn sensed something and gently squeezed my hand. I looked and she and she continued to smile. We took a quick unexpected turn to our left. It dawned on me, she would be driving Kari’s car.

Sure enough, my assumption was correct. We walked only a short distance stopping at Kari’s jet black 735ie. As the back driver’s side door opened Jordyn released my hand and I made my way into the car. Looking in first, I saw Kari smiling up at me. She was dressed casually which truly surprised me.

Kari spoke, “Hello pet, come join Me.” She smiled a loving smile, one which I had grown to know and love for the past months. I knew it would be a wonderful but extremely challenging weekend.

***

“Hello Mistress.” I answered as I sat in the backseat next to her.

As I closed the door, Jordyn got in the front seat, started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. We had a wonderful conversation as we drove through the city streets then headed south on State Route 50.

I turned to Kari, my hands still on my lap. She looked and smiled. “Not to worry, Benjamin will certainly enjoy his golf weekend and we shall enjoy ours.”

“Dear pet, Chincoteague has so much more to offer than what we need for this weekend.” She smiled wide, “Isn’t that correct Jordyn.”

“Oh of course Mistress, it will be more than we will need. Yes, a nice walk on the beach with your pets at dusk, watching the sunset can be inspiring, loving and joyfully rewarding.”

I turned to Kari, bowing my head. “Miss it is my pleasure to serve you. I am humbled as I seek your forgiveness. I was rude to you and your fiancée, my sister pet, earlier.”

Four hours later we pulled into the driveway of a modern beach house. I knew we were going to have an enjoyable weekend, regardless of what was going to be expected of me. In all honesty, I was thrilled that I had some time alone with Kari and Jordyn. We quickly unpacked the car. I carried their suitcases into the master bedroom. I ran back out to the car grabbing my bag, locking the car and returned inside to the second bedroom.

Kari knocked on the bedroom door. I turned from unpacking the overnight bag which contained the minimal essentials for three nights.

“Janie, let’s be dressed for dinner in a few hours. We will meet in the living room at 7:00. Your black dress will be fine tonight, no undergarments and heels.”

She smiled then turned on the balls of her feet and walked away. I sighed and continued unpacking knowing I would need a refreshing nap as it would be a long evening.

“Yes Mistress.”

***

Eighteen months ago

I’d done it. I had finished the first step in my career as a Nurse Anesthetist. The twelve month academic portion was completed. Today, I start my clinical in the best and busiest Level I Trauma Center in Baltimore; Baltimore Shock Trauma.

The fifteen of us were sitting in the Nursing Education classroom waiting for Director Nursing Kari Ann Soles, Ph. D., and a retired Army Nurse, to come brief us. Kari Ann was a legend in Nursing as well as the field of Nursing Anesthesia. She single travesti Bahçelievler handedly revised the Army Nurse Corps, Nurse Anesthetist program into what it is today. When she retired from Army Nursing, CRNA programs across the United States were lining up, begging them to come run their programs.

I chose this program because of her and her reputation. I convinced Ben to move here with me because of her reputation. She is an amazing and capable coach, teacher, trainer and mentor for nurses. Oh my god, I was really here. My heart was beating faster and faster.

As I sat through her welcome at her briefing Kari Ann was as honest and brutal as I expected her to be. Yet she was down to earth, as a nurse, caring and poignant, in her message but kind and nurturing.

Her voice was soothing, refreshing and if I was being honest with myself, a voice I could fall in love with. She was beautifully dressed in her dark blue skirt, and long white coat. In hearing her voice and my mind wandered a bit but were brought back quickly to reality when hearing her.

“Even though you have completed the academic portion of the program, the learning doesn’t stop. It is just starting, you will be challenged as you prepare for and step into the OR and then the recovery room under the guidance of your preceptor. Putting our patients to sleep, which is the easiest part, keeping them asleep and waking them up or the hardest parts?”

She smiled and said to each of us that she looked forward to meeting us and having mentoring sessions, one on one’s, over the next few days. We would be assigned a nurse anesthetist as our preceptor moving through the next fifteen months of clinical rotations, and off she went.

As she left, another Nurse Education staff member handed out packets of information, our OR schedule and lastly the name of our preceptor for clinical rotations. Each of the mentors had been vetted by Kari Ann, hand selected from the staff.

For the remainder of the day we sat through hospital and student orientation, HR, Finance, Operational and briefings. We were released at 4:00 to meet with our mentors promptly at 5:30 back here in the morning.

***

I was up bright and early the next day and at the hospital in plenty of time. With my packet in hand I was ready to meet Jordyn, my CRNA preceptor. Sharply at 5:30, we were muttering around wearing our scrubs when our preceptors came into the room.

We were quickly called by name and met up with them. Jordyn introduced herself and off we went. We had three cases assigned to us and I would watch and shadow today through pre-op procedure, then the OR, and then recovery.

At the beginning of our third case of the day we walked back to the pre-op area and Jordyn caught me off guard.

“Okay Janie, show me what you got. Do an assessment, start the IV, calculate the medication ratio based on the patient’s work up and present it to me and the Anesthesiologist.”

She smiled at me. “Yes ma’am.” And away I went.

I came back after meeting with the patient, briefing the very intimidating Dr. Lee Shaw, and Jordyn. I took a deep breath and looked at my notes. Just as I did as an OR nurse, I read to Dr. Shaw and Jordyn my assessment. Three minutes later, he smiled as did Jordyn and asked us to follow him to see our patient. After Dr. Shaw’s work up, we headed to the OR with my first patient. Four hours later, my patient was handed off to the SICU Nurse and I wrapped up my day.

I was sitting in the student lounge area making notes when Jordyn walked in. As I looked up into her eyes, I realized how beautiful her ocean blue eyes were. I was pulled from my staring at her when she smiled beautifully and spoke.

“Kari Am wanted to speak with you, for your one on one.” I stood and walked with Jordyn.

Jordyn knocked on Kari’s door and opened it; I followed her inside, closing the door behind us. Kari, who was already standing, gently took my hand in hers shaking it and closed her other hand on top of ours. Holding my right hand softly but firmly she said.

“Janie Doherty, what a pleasure to finally meet you, a fellow Army Nurse.”

I was nervous. She had an upper hand, but of course she would, she was the Director.

We exchanged a few other pleasantries when she offered me a seat. It was at that moment I saw the photo on her wall and the guidon underneath. The plaque was too small and I wasn’t able to read the inscription but I knew that picture. It was a photo of the 48th CSH. This is when her eyes caught mine looking.

“Please have a seat.” She offered.

“You were in the 48th Ma’am?” I inquired, attempting to build a commonality with her.

She smiled, “Yes she was my baby, and I was her first Chief Nurse.”

I was stunned. I had no idea, like me she was a combat veteran and nurse. I grew in even greater amazement of her. We sat for the next fifteen minutes as Jordyn brought her up to speed on my day, the spot on perfect assessment and the feedback from Dr. Shaw.

“I expected no less from a combat veteran and Army Nurse. Isn’t that correct Jordyn?” She just smiled and nodded.

We spoke of my a few more moments and I let my eyes wander around the memorabilia she had in her office. My eyes came to rest on a picture of a young Army officer standing alone.