For Her Amusement

Chapter Three

You want to please me so much, don’t you?

“Ok,” Ellen said in her mocking tone. “That’s takes care of my bra. But there’s another piece to find! My panties! Is my doggie looking forward to finding Mistress’s panties?”

Carl panted even more furiously and tried wagging his tail. Ellen laughed derisively at his efforts. “What a good doggie you are. You want to please me so much don’t you?” she cooed in an affectionate tone.

“Well, you’re going to have to get better at this, doggie,” she admonished. “Has doggie forgotten that Mistress wants to take a bath?”

In the submissive surrender of the moment Carl had half forgotten. “Her bath!” he thought happily, smiling into his mask. If this was fun, serving her in her bath was going to be unbelievable, a perfect ending for their play.

A sudden thought struck him. “I can’t give her a bath with the eyes zipped shut, can I?” He never knew what Ellen might do. Carl was jolted by this vision of himself, eyes imprisoned in the dark behind the zippers, unable seeing her bare wondrous body while he washed her, left only with images of her in his mind, soapy, dripping wet, and her taut skin glistening with water. “Ellen!” he thought. “Is that what you have in mind?”

A thrill of submission went through Carl as he realized that this was a definite possibility. “Either way,” he thought “I don’t care. I don’t care where she takes me. I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care! I’ll wait to we get to that point and then do whatever you tell me.”

Ellen watched him silently. He was processing something she could tell, and she was pretty sure it had to do with her bath. She wasn’t sure exactly what he was thinking but it didn’t matter. He would tell her later as he always did, voluntarily and eagerly bearing his soul to his owner. She knew he needed to do that, to explain his submissive nature to her. She knew too that somehow she needed to be the recipient of these expressions of his deepest feelings. She would nurture them, fulfill them, and lead him into experiences which would give him himself and give her to herself too in the process.

For now though, she wanted him thinking about that bath. She didn’t want to pause here too long.

“Well, I think we have to find a way to speed this up a little,” she went on in the same tone “Since you have to use your nose, I think it’s only fair that you know what you’re smelling for.”

She took a step towards him, and he heard her voice directly above him order in a firm tone “Lean back on your knees. Front paws on the floor. Put your snout up in the air.”

“Yes,” she went on softly seductively “you should have an idea of what you’re searching for.” She turned and moved her ass close to his face without touching it.

Carl sensed her movement and when she said sharply, “Stay doggie! Do not move!” he realized from her voice that she was now facing away from him. Her ass must be inches from his face. “This damn mask!” he thought. He dare not lean forward but even if he did the mask would prevent him from feeling her skin.

He panted even more heavily now giving himself over completely to his submission. At this moment, he was beyond the fantasy play acting. He was becoming the animal she controlled. “It’s not enough!” he thought nearly drunk with desire “More! Take me!”

Ellen glanced to the side into the armoire’s mirror. Carl was obediently kneeling there as he had been told to do, head up expectantly, awaiting her next command. Carl really had a thing for her ass and Ellen knew it. “Too bad you can’t see anything!” she smirked. “My ass is really, really close to your face. You’d love to be able to see it, wouldn’t you?”

Carl moaned and panted. He desperately wanted to say something but doggies don’t speak. They . . . . “Woof!”

She sneeringly complimented him. “I was right, wasn’t I doggie?”

“Woof!” “You’re always right, Ellen,” he thought. “Woof! Woof!”

“All right,” she said calmly “I’m going to lean in a little closer. We are NOT going to touch! But, you can sniff. I want you to sniff for the scent of my ass. That should help you find my panties and I can get on to my bath. Come on! Sniff!”

Obediently Carl began loudly and ostentatiously sniffing and breathing in deeply.

“That’s it! You want to be able to find my panties, don’t you? I can’t get my ass any closer! Hurry up! I’m not going to stand like this forever! I want to get to my bath!”

Ellen looked in the mirror at her husband, on his haunches, dog-like sniffing the air. “This is too precious,” she thought, aroused by the sight. Aloud she commanded a little harshly “Sniff harder!”

Carl began drawing deeper breaths. The truth was he couldn’t smell anything but that really wasn’t the point. “Take me anywhere Ellen,” he thought reveling in her dominance.

Suddenly she had had enough. She leaned back and pressed her ass into his face. She arched her back a little and wiggled her ass in small circles. Carl gasped with pleasure, drawing in the familiar scent and smell.

“Hold still,” she ordered in a firm contemptuous tone. “I’m probably being too generous with you but . . . here. Put your nose in my ass! Go ahead, enjoy it like the butt sniffing, ass kissing animal you are. Sniff now. Too bad the mask is on. You’re missing the view, the feel. Well, your nose isn’t anyway, or your tongue, and that’s something to be thankful for, isn’t it?”

“Woof! Woof!” Carl barked into her cheeks. “God, thank you!” he thought consumed with submissive excitement.

“I haven’t taken my bath yet, but you don’t mind, do you?” she asked with mock sweetness. Instead of answering, Carl in a moment of inspiration signaled his agreement by nodding his head back and forth slowly a few times driving his nose into her anus. She inhaled sharply at the unexpected pleasure.

“Gooooood doggie!” she said appreciatively. “He’s perfect,” she thought.

Ellen lingered a little longer than she had intended. The two were locked in an embrace of dominance and submission, silently enjoying each other.

Finally, Ellen pulled away and Carl was left with the scent of her ass lingering on his nose, lips and tongue.

“All right!” she clapped her hands together breathing a little heavily. “Enough! Find my panties!”

“Anything,” Carl thought “anything! He leaned forward and put his nose to the carpet once more, moving his head in an arc in front of him as he crawled across the floor. He couldn’t really concentrate on finding her panties, so consumed was he with the thoughts of what they had just done. Every breath he drew now was tinged with her scent. He licked his lips.

Ellen seemed to sense his distraction. She was distracted herself, her dominance now a continual flow of spiritual energy. “I am his queen,” she thought with a sense of triumph only their play could give her. “His owner. His purpose in life is to serve me.”

“Find them!” she demanded a little sharply, as much to focus Carl as herself. “Find them! You’re not trying hard enough!” She stomped back to the bed loudly and picked up her crop. She thumped back across to the carpet to Carl swishing it menacingly through the air as she did so.

Carl whimpered in anticipation. Ellen laughed. “I want to take my bath, doggie” she said sweetly in a conspiratorial tone as she ran the crop over Carl’s back from neck to ass.” You don’t want to keep me from my bath, do you? Hmm?”

“I do not!” Carl thought emphatically. The thoughts of the tease that lay ahead were beyond his imagining. The thoughts of bathing her while blinded by the mask, unable to see the soap dripping and bubbling over her perfect legs, perfect breasts, perfect everything, was going to take him to another level of submission.

Ellen brought the crop down on Carl’s ass two, three, four, five times in quick succession. She put some strength into the strokes, moving from left to right as she did brought the crop down. “Why shouldn’t I beat him when I want to? He’s mine,” she thought “and he’s got to try harder!”

The pain was intense. “She’s getting hot,” Carl thought. He knew Ellen. The play was getting to her too. The ass kissing and cropping proved that. She was getting high on the control and needed an outlet.

His ass was really burning. “Too bad I couldn’t have seen her swinging that crop,” he thought then grinned at his own submissiveness. He had a vision of her naked, swaying from left to right, maybe dipping a little as she delivered each stroke, in a dance of triumph over her prize.

Almost by accident Carl’s nose brushed against her panties and he woofed in triumph.

“Well, at last,” Ellen said sarcastically. “Really, you’ll have to do better than that before I show you off to my friends. But don’t worry. You’ll learn.”

“Oh!” Carl thought excitedly, “Maybe she does have something like that in mind.” Thoughts of her impending bath, though, crowded everything else out of his mind.

Without being told he got up on his haunches holding the panties in his mouth.

“Such a smart doggie! Knows what to do without being told,” she cooed. “So eager to please his mistress, isn’t he?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Carl thought. “Woof!”

Ellen chuckled. “I know, sweetie, I know.”

She fixed his leash and led him back to the hamper where he placed her panties as he had done with her bra.

“Now the bath,” he thought with excitement.

As if reading his thoughts Ellen said “Time for my bath. Come doggie, come!”