BDSM Story - ER

Working in the ER is a high pressure job. It is tense and one little mistake, someone dies. I never really wanted to work ER, but it was easy from a financial point of view. No office, no staff, so when I left my time was my on. When I on, it was like the way the soldiers describe combat, intense life and death struggles followed by intense boredom. I think it was the boredom that got to me more than the trauma.
"You .have .. been.very.VERY ..BAD!"

She just exploded with a yelp I am sure they heard down the hall. She stood there shaking. This time when she pulled on the rubber hoses, I untied her. She tuned around and collapsed in my arms.

"Oh my god," she kept saying "Oh my god."

I had to put her back together. First her tits back in her bra, buttoned her up, then pulled her dress back down.

"Oh my god," was all she could say.

Just as I got her all cleaned up, the door to the room opened.

"Hey, what are you guys doing?" It was Sharon, one of the staff nurses. "What is that smell?" she asked.

Linda and I just acted like we knew what were doing and walked out the room.

As were walking down the hall, I whispered to Linda, "I was not done yet!"

"Hush up, Billy, you going to get us both fired." And she reached over and gave my dick a good hard squeeze. I knew things would clam down in a minute and he would give me a beep.

What a great place to work.