The Winston Family Adventures – Chapter 2

Captain Winston arrived at operating room number seven at 0445 and made sure everything was in place and ready to go as soon as Dr. McLemore arrived at 0500. He was dressed in his Hunter Green scrubs and was wearing the Niki walking shoes recommended in the doctor’s protocol document. The surgery began on schedule. Things moved quickly. Very few words were spoken during the procedure. Captain Winston picked up quickly on the various hand signals used by Dr. McLemore. They were all outlined in her protocol document. The entire procedure lasted three hours and twenty-two minutes. Everyone was drained by the time Dr. McLemore instructed Captain Winston to close the patient. She stepped away from the table and the Captain moved into her place.

Before leaving the operating room Dr. McLemore turned back and said, “You did an outstanding job, Captain. I am impressed.”

She quickly left the operating room and everyone was left with puzzled expressions. Captain Winston picked up on the unusual behavior of the people assisting in the procedure and asked what was going on.

“I never thought I would see the day,” one of the surgery nurses said.

“What are you talking about?” Captain Winston asked.

“What did you do with the real Dr. McLemore and who the hell was that doctor that just left here?” The same nurse remarked.

Captain Winston shook his head and said, “Someone please fill me in on what’s going on. I am the new guy here and I don’t have a clue as to what you all are talking about.”

“This is the first surgery I have every assisted in where Dr. McLemore was the chief surgeon in which she didn’t grumble and groan and cuss and throw things around the O R like some kind of crazy person,” another nurse remarked.”Everything was so quiet and peaceful. I was really beginning to think we had crossed over into the twilight zone.”

“I don’t know what you did to her Captain, but whatever it was, please keep doing it,” a third surgery nurse commented.

Captain Winston didn’t comment on any of their remarks. He knew never to discuss a commanding officer in front of other personnel. He closed the patients and excused himself. He headed straight to the physician’s lounge for a cup of strong coffee. It had been a grueling procedure and he needed his caffeine to kick start his brain.

There were approximate 15 physicians relaxing in the lounge. Captain Winston got a cup of black coffee then searched for a quiet corner in which to retreat. He rounded a divider and saw Dr. McLemore seated on a sofa with her bare feet resting on a coffee table. He tried to duck away, but she saw him and motioned him over. She patted the sofa to her right indicating she wanted him to sit. He reluctantly sat about three feet away, leaving enough room for another person to sit between them. Captain Winston patiently sipped his coffee and waited for her to say something. She didn’t say a word and he began to feel awkward and wondered if he should initiate a conversation. She was the one who invited him to sit, so he decided to let her break the silence.

Without warning Dr. McLemore swung her legs around and dropped her bare feet into the Captain’s lap.

“Massage my feet, Captain.”

Captain Winston was taken aback and said, “I beg your pardon?”

Dr. McLemore’s face turned blood red and she bellowed, “When I tell a subordinate to do something I expect them to do so without question.”

Her angry voice resonated throughout the physician’s lounge. Physicians in close proximity moved away while others chose to leave the lounge. Captain Winston was embarrassed, but put his coffee down and began to massage her feet. He was beginning to understand why she had trouble keeping surgical assistants. He massaged each toe individually then massaged the balls of her feet with his thumb.

“You are quite good at this Captain,” she said as she laid back on the sofa, propping her head on the armrest. “You must get a lot of practice massaging your wife’s feet.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“What does your wife do, Captain?”

“She is a floor nurse at our local hospital, Ma’am.”

“Oh…I’m sure her feet ache and hurt just as much as ours do after a long surgery procedure.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

She was speaking in a calm normal voice now. Captain Winston felt humiliated. That’s why he couldn’t understand why he was getting an erection while massaging her feet. It never happened when he massaged his wife’s feet. Dr. McLemore could feel his hardness and knew he was the submissive she has been looking for. She decided to test him further.

“Captain I won’t you to suck my toes.” She boldly commanded.

His face became a crimson red. He turned towards her with a shocked expression. He cock twitched and he felt as though he was about to cum.

Dr. McLemore observed his red face and quickly added, “Before you say anything, Captain; the only proper response is either yes Ma’am or no Ma’am and I caution you think before you speak.

He stared at her for a moment while mulling his options over in his mind. Her request was both degrading and humiliating, but it also felt bizarrely exciting. Without commenting he shoved her right foot into his mouth and started sucking her toes. His cock was getting so hard it felt like it was going to explode. He began a slow sawing motion with his tongue between each toe and then licked the bottom of her foot from the heel to the ball of her foot. He was strangely excited by her boldness. Her toes tasted salty.

She was pleased with his obedience. She could feel an electric wave travel up her leg to her tingling vagina. The sudden wetness in her crotch was obvious to them both. She pulled her foot from his mouth and quickly scribbled an address on a preion blank. She handed the preion to him and said, “I maintain a private home off base, Captain. Be there tonight at 2030 hours and come in full military dress.”

The presumption in her voice left no uncertainty she was serious. She slipped on her Niki walking shoes and hurriedly left the physician’s lounge. Captain Winston was perplexed by her actions. He was not exactly sure what just took place, but he did know that it sexually excited him when she took control of him. It made his cock get really hard when she was so forceful with him. He felt powerless to defy her in any way. He couldn’t understand these new feelings.

Captain Winston arrived at the two story stucco house at precisely 2030 hours and cautiously approached the front door. There was a video surveillance camera prominently displayed above the door. He peered directly into the camera, pressed the doorbell and waited.

“The door is unlocked, Captain. Please enter and come to attention, front and center, in the den,” an authoritative voice ordered over the intercom.

Captain Winston closed the door behind him and cautiously proceeded down the dimly lit hallway to the den. Major McLemore was seated in a large leather chair. She was in full military dress. Captain Winston stood at attention in the center of the room, facing the Major. She rose slowly from the chair and walked around him inspecting his uniform. She returned to the leather chair and gave the command to, “Stand at Ease”. Standing at ease means that you still stay in place, but you are in a more relaxed position.

“Remove your uniform and fold it neatly on the chair to your right,” She ordered.

The Captain was baffled at the command and said, “I beg your pardon, Ma’am?”

Major McLemore sprang to her feet and angrily barked, “The proper protocol when given a directive is either Yes Ma’am or No Ma’am. Do I make myself clear, Captain?”

“Yes Ma’am!” He loudly replied in the standard military fashion.

He stood in place a moment longer then promptly moved to the chair on his right and slowly began to disrobe. He returned front and center, coming to attention, wearing only his army green t-shirt and boxers. The Major ordered “at ease” then tossed him a large dog collar.

“Put this around your neck and then return to ‘at ease’, Captain.”

The Captain did as he was told, but felt his cock starting to respond. Major McLemore approached, circling him as she conducted another inspection. She roughly thumped his semi-erection with her finger. The Captain let slip a low groan, but remained ‘at ease’. His cock grew to its full erection and tented against his army green boxers.

The Major ordered him to remain in that formation until she returned. She departed the room and the Captain breathed a sigh of relief. He had no way of knowing what might come next, but he found himself wishing she would order him to fuck her brains out. She was a deliciously beautiful woman, but she seems to have some unresolved issues with men serving under her.

The Major returned a short time later wearing a light blue chiffon nightgown that descended to about mid-thigh and was transparent; no bra, no panties. He was beginning to think they were going to have sex until he noticed she was carrying a small riding crop and a dog lease. She ordered him to remove his t-shirt and boxer shorts and then assume a position on all fours in the middle of the room. After attaching the lease to his collar, she walked him like one would walk a dog down the corridor to her bedroom.

She towered over him and said, “When you enter this house you are no longer an Army Captain, nor are you my surgical assistant. You are my slave and you will address me as Mistress. Is that understood?”

“Yes Ma’am!”

“Yes Mistress,” She corrected him.

“Yes Mistress,” he responded loudly in military fashion.

“I will address you as, Slave, Pet, Submissive, or Doggy and you will call me Mistress!”

“Yes Mistress.”

“You will follow each of my directives as though they are military commands. Is that perfectly clear?”

“Yes Mistress.”

She slipped her nightgown off and tossed it on her bed.

“Now the fun begins, “she said running her fingers through his hair and petting him on his head, “You may lick my hand as any good doggy would do to show that you appreciated the kindness of your Mistress. I will reward you from time to time.”

He licked her hand and she petted him on the head again, and then swatted him hard across the buttocks with the riding crop. “I may also see fit to punish you from time to time.”