For Her Amusement

Chapter Two

Lingerie Retriever!

When he returned she was getting out of bed, stretching as she did so, showing off her physique. He stood servant like with the cup in his hands waiting for her instructions. Carl appreciated what she was doing, contrasting her free movements with his servile position and posture.

Ignoring him, Ellen walked over to the mirror on her armoire posing, turning from side to side to study her figure. Her face was expressionless.

“Put the coffee next to the bath and go get your dog mask,” she ordered him in the same disinterested tone. “The pink one.”

He walked past her silently into the bathroom, the white ceramic tile cold on his bare feet. A small white wicker stand stood next to the white porcelain tub. He looked around the bathroom briefly and smiled in anticipation. He put the tray on the stand and went back out into the bedroom.

“Ah,” Carl thought “it is a bath!” He thought about that for a moment. The thoughts of what that tease was going to be like jolted his submissive juices up another notch. By the time he had fetched the mask and returned he was glowing with submission.

As he neared the bedroom door she called out. “Leave your briefs and flip flops in the hall.”

Wearing only his collar, he entered the bedroom naked carrying a tray on which he had arranged a small white ceramic vase held a single flower, another purchase from the night before. He carried his mask in his teeth.

Ellen hadn’t asked for a tray or for him to carry the mask in his teeth, but Carl was not anything if not ingenious in his self-abasement.

She never looked at him. She was staring intently into the screen on her phone reading.

Then she was back staring at herself in the mirror, fixing her hair in various styles with her hands, experimenting, and striking exaggerated poses as a model would.

“Put the mask on,” she ordered without looking away from the mirror. “Zip the eyes shut. Leave the mouth open.” The she smirked and added “You’ll need it.”

Uncertain what to do with the tray he decided to put it on the night stand next to the bed. “That didn’t go over too well,” he thought as he pulled the mask over his head.

Just as he tugged the zippers shut over his eyes, he saw her reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra. He heard it land on the thick carpet floor.

“I could have done that for you,” he ventured brightly.

She snickered. “Ahhh,” she cooed in a mocking tone. “Want to help me undress? Want to be my maid? My little sissy maid? That’s sweet. Well, not today.”

“What you can do,” she went on in a commanding voice, breaking into his thoughts of maid service “is pick my bra up and put it in my hamper. No, not with your hands, stupid,” she said sharply as he bent over with his arms outstretched. “Use your mouth. Get down on your hands and knees. And while you’re down there sniffing around for it like some kind of animal, like some kind of dog. . . “

He could feel her movement on the floor as she stepped closer to where he was kneeling. “. . . you can look for these too,” she finished in a warm sweet voice. He heard her slowly slide her briefs down her legs as noisily as the nylon could be made to rustle.

“Mm,” she sighed contentedly “much better, much freer. Let’s see.” She rubbed the material together so he could hear and then leaned closer and rubbed the material again.

Carl thought he heard them land on the other side of the room as she apparently tossed them away.

“The bra first,” she ordered back to a no nonsense tone.

Carl crawled blindly over to the spot where she had been standing when he put the mask on. As he reached out his hand to search she brought something down on his ass. He arched his back instinctively at the pain causing his ass to stick up in the air as if asking for another smack. She obliged with a second blow harder than the first. “Her belt,” he thought. He had seen it lying on the bed.

“I said use your mouth you idiot!” she said sharply.

“I was just trying to find them first, Ma’am,” he apologized. His ass was warm, and he was drifting along now in sub space.

“Use your nose moron,” she ordered. “I said sniff around. And don’t talk! Dogs don’t talk! Crawl around my bedroom like a hunting dog. That’s it!” she clapped her hands and laughed at the description. “That’s it! You’re a hunting dog! A retriever! A lingerie retriever!” She clapped her hands again and laughed again.

He heard a sound as if maybe she had sat down on her dressing chair while she laughed. “Carl, the lingerie retriever!” she repeated scornfully as she perfected the humiliation. “A short-dicked lingerie retriever!” she said laughing freely and derisively.

“Yes!” he said to himself as he thrilled to her words and tone. “I’m your lingerie retriever! Your short-dicked lingerie retriever!” He wanted to crawl over to the chair, put his head between her legs and suck her pussy forever. Instead, he began to enthusiastically search for her bra, crawling quickly with his face to the floor and his ass in the air, moving his head in an arc in the path in front of him, all the while making sniffing noises. He was getting lost in the humiliation and didn’t care at this point if he ever found the bra.

“Good boy!” she mockingly encouraged him. “Good boy. Mistress is pleased. But keep going! Come on! You’ve got to find my bra! Come on, you’re not trying hard enough! Don’t make me punish you!” She laughed. He endeavored to wag his tail in response, and she laughed derisively in acknowledgement. “Good boy! Good doggie!” she mocked.

After a few minutes he came to the bra. Ostentatiously sniffing it all over, he was about to pick it up with his teeth when a thought occurred to him. By this time, he was disoriented. He wasn’t sure where she was in the room, and he wanted to make sure she saw this. He paused and was rewarded with a rebuke.

“What are you waiting for stupid?” she demanded. “Pick it up!”

Having got his bearings, he turned slightly to give her a full frontal view. He got up on his knees, his tongue out panting. He curled his hands in front of himself like a begging dog. He began thrusting his rock hard cock back and forth, jabbing at where the bra was lying.

He heard her bare feet on the carpet as she stepped toward him. “What are you doing?” she asked querulously. “You want a reward? You . . . Oh!” He could tell by her voice she had stopped in front of him. “Oh! You’re pointing!” she laughed clapping her hands. “You’re pointing! How clever!” She laughed again genuinely pleased at his creativity.

Ellen looked down at him tenderly as he abased himself for her, thrilled as always by this gift of his submission. “I’m going to take every last shred of that fake dignity and masculinity from him,” she thought as her dominance flowed through her. “I will give him the dignity of being my servant, my slave, give him his true masculinity. He will be mine, and I will be his.”

Aloud she said “So that’s what your dick is good for! Pointing at my underwear!” He nodded vigorously while holding his position and panting furiously. “I wondered what it was good for,” she said contemptuously.

“Good doggie! C’mon,” she encouraged him in a sneering tone “Let’s see what you do when you find it! What’s my pointer do when he finds my underwear for me? Hmmm?”

Carl really had no idea what Ellen had in mind at this point, but on a sudden thought he dropped to all fours and began humping the air like a rutting dog. Ellen encouraged him playfully telling him what a good boy he was.

“What a stud!” she jeered contemptuously. “Look at you! I should put you in a kennel in the back yard.”

“Or you know, I could have a few friends over,” Ellen said as if thinking out an idea aloud. “I could show them your skill. That might be fun.” He grunted a little at this as he humped the air. He loved the thought of being humiliated in front of her friends, he absolutely loved it. “Oh, God!” he thought nearing a frenzy of submission “I love this woman!”

“We could play Hide The Underwear, and you could find it for us,” she went on sweetly. “Maybe Susan, Abbie, and of course Deborah. I think that would be fun, don’t you? You would like that, wouldn’t you? Finding my bra or my panties in my living room while my friends watched?” She changed her tone. “Or maybe you’d like to find someone else’s panties?

He nodded again vigorously and humped even harder. She stepped in front of him encasing his head with her lower legs. The mask prevented him from feeling her skin.

“Keep humping,” she ordered in a firm detached voice. “Just think. If it wasn’t for the mask you’d be feeling my legs on your ears and your cheeks.” Her tone mellowed. “Mmm. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? That would be really nice wouldn’t it?” He moaned his agreement. “Yes, yes,” Ellen said soothingly. “I know.”

“Oh God!” he thought. “This is just too wonderful!”

“And how’s this my clever little retriever?” she went on softly. She moved slightly and put her foot under his thrusting cock. “A little reward for my doggie for his ingenuity” He grunted with surprise and pleasure, pumping furiously.

After just a few thrusts she moved her foot to the left causing Carl’s strokes to find only air. When he adjusted she moved her foot away again. “She will always find a way to tease me,” he thought.

“Well then,” Ellen said in a bright tone after a minute of pleasurable frustration for Carl, “What does doggie do now? Hmm?”

Carl stopped humping and lowered his face. Ellen was still standing in front of him and his masked face nestled between her feet as he bent himself to the floor. Carl began licking the tops of Ellen’s feet, her arches and her ankles, savoring the touch of her flesh on his lips, tongue and nose.

“Now, now doggie,” Ellen admonished in a tone reserved for a pet “I know you like to lick Mistress’s feet, don’t you? Yes, but that’s not what you’re supposed to be doing right now, is it? No.”

Ellen still had the belt in her hands. She snapped the folded ends together a few times, the sharp cracking sound causing Carl to tingle a little. Ellen too. But with the instinctive knowledge of a lover, Carl knew Ellen wanted him to move on.

Making dog-like satisfied noises, he picked up the bra with his teeth and raised his head with canine expectancy in the direction of his Mistress.

“That’s right doggie,” she said with a hint of contempt that was a caress to his submissive soul. “It goes in your mouth. My underwear goes in your mouth.” She let him kneel there for a moment and stepped back. “You should see yourself,” she went on, the contempt a little more pronounced. “Naked. On your knees. Wearing a pink dog mask. Holding my bra in your mouth. Well . . .” She paused, walked over to the nightstand and picked up her phone. “You will see yourself.”

Carl heard the clicks as she snapped the photos and realized what she was doing.

“Up, doggie, up!” she sneered. “I want everybody to be able to see how much you’re enjoying this!”

Carl raised himself up on his knees with as much of his tongue showing as was possible, panting. He curled his hands again as if begging and eagerly displayed his erect cock for the camera. In his submissive way, he felt proud to do it.

They both knew that no one else was ever going to see these pictures. Probably. But the suggestion that someone might stoked his submission even more. He groaned a little with pleasure. “Oh God!” he thought. “I am so lucky!”

“Yeah, nice big erection for the doggie! Well, big for doggie anyway,” she jeered derisively. “That’s a good boy! Good doggie! Show off for Mistress!”

Ellen looked at her husband kneeling in front of her. “I can take him anywhere I want” she thought with pleasure. “He’s given himself to me completely. He loves this! He loves abasing himself for me!”

Ellen twitched a little with sudden passion. “He’s not the only one who loves this,” she thought. She loved bringing him under her control like this. She loved bringing out his submission, his need for her dominance. One of her most cherished memories was of a night when Carl, transfixed in a state of submissive ecstasy, told her he felt complete only when doing something she told him to do and proving his submission to her.

She shook her head slightly to focus herself and walked back to the night stand. Putting the phone down, she opened a door in the armoire, took out a short leash of pink leather and walked back to her husband.

Ellen reached down and patted the top of Carl’s head a few times. “Down doggie, down on all fours,” she ordered softly.

Carl had heard the door squeak open and close and wondered what she had taken out. “Could be anything,” he thought. She hung crops, a leash a few paddles and a couple of strap on harnesses. There was also a shelf arranged with some lubricants and an assortment of her dildos. She had dressed him in pink which he took to mean she had some sissy play in store for him today. Involuntarily an image came to his mind of Ellen, naked except for her black strap on harness and her red eight inch dildo. Her voice brought him back.

“Now,” she in a tone used to instruct a two year old, or a puppy in training. “I’ve lifted the lid of the hamper. I want my doggie to drop my bra into my hamper. Come! Crawl closer! Come, doggie!”

Carl crawled forward eagerly and ran into the corner of the armoire as Ellen had foreseen. She laughed. “Ahh! Almost! Doggie missed!” She slapped his ass again with her bare hand. “To the right. That’s it. Now up, doggie! Up on your knees!”

Carl smiled into his mask at how ridiculous he must look. He knew he was in front of the armoire and that meant that Ellen was there too. Standing in front of the mirror. A vision of her, naked in all her splendor, filled his mind. He wanted to see! He wanted to serve! He wanted to abase himself completely before her while she called him to give even more!

He moved to the right and his nose brushed across the wicker side of the hamper. He knew where he was now. Obediently he rose up on his knees, hands curled in a begging position, panting as he held the bra in his mouth.

“Forward a little more,” Ellen ordered her animal. “A little more.” He inched forward on his knees and bent his head forward. “That’s it. Now, lean over a little more, and drop! Don’t miss!”

Carl didn’t. The bra dropped into hamper with a barely heard impact. He leaned back, still in the begging position, and panting to show how eager he was to please.