For Her Amusement

Chapter Four

Ellen’s Gift

She led him over to the bathroom door, Carl eagerly and proudly bouncing along beside her.

“All right,” she said in a tone ordinarily reserved for use with small children. “Mistress is going to take her bath. And doggie is going to something really important for her.”

Carl panted eagerly grinning into his mask. “Yes! You bet I am!” he thought.

“Do you know what doggie’s going to do?” she went on.

“Woof! Woof! Woof!”

“That’s right!” she exclaimed. “He’s going to be a guard dog!”

“Guard dog?” Carl thought stupidly. “Wait…”

She saw the realization hit him and saw the eagerness drain out of him, giving way to disappointment. His cock began to shrink a little. “This is precious” she thought, knowing that Carl now realized he had been tricked and played for a fool.

She knew the disappointment wouldn’t last long. Not by the time she was done with him.

“That’s right,” she said contemptuously. “You’re going to lie at the door of my bath and guard the entrance for Mistress.”

Carl whimpered. “At the door?” he thought. “No!”

She stepped toward him touching the side of his mask with her knee.

“That’s right,” she taunted, talking as if to a baby, “Doggie’s going to lie at the door and make sure no one comes in.”

Carl whimpered again. “No!” he thought “No!” This wasn’t fair somehow. He had looked forward to this incredible tease and she had taken it away. Carl’s shoulder’s slumped a little. His head tilted slightly downward. He felt drained. His submissive feelings had been building to the incredible tease of bathing her while unable to see and now that wasn’t going to happen. He felt confused, out of touch with her, his submission crashing, dissipating.

“That’s right,” she said softly “you’re going to lie at the door. You’re going to wait outside while I luxuriate in my bath. While the soap and suds and beads run all over my skin. While I take the sponge, that big coral colored bath sponge I sent you to the store for last night and clean every inch of myself. While I shave, drink my coffee, read my tablet, splash around, listen to music. While I dry my hair and take that big white towel you put in there and dry myself off. While I rub in my skin moisturizer and body lotion. And while I do all that you’re going to wait at my door like a beggar.”

Ellen walked around him, scuffing her bare feet on the carpet to remind him of what he couldn’t see.

“This is cruel,” Carl thought “Too . . ..” Something stirred in Carl.

“Like a beggar,” she repeated softly. “Like the pussy whipped, eager little pussy pleaser you are, that you want to be.”

In spite of himself Carl began to respond to her words and tone. “No!” he resisted. “This isn’t fair! This is . . . “

His frustration was ebbing now, being pushed aside by something less emotional and more sublime: another deeper, broader realization of his submissive nature. It was like stepping out on to a plateau and seeing himself from a new vista.

Ellen watched him carefully. “The damn mask,” she thought. It would have been helpful to gauge Carl’s state of mind if she could see his face. She was going to bring him to the point where he not only accepted the fact that he would be lying outside her bath room door but that he liked it. He wasn’t there yet. But it would happen, and he would find a way to tell her, she was sure. “Come to me Carl,” she thought. “Come to me, my man, my soul slave.”

“And when Mistress is all done,” she went on dreamily aloud “when she’s all nice and clean and dried off and perfumed, she’ll come out, get dressed and then take doggie’s mask off. Isn’t that nice?” She sighed. “Such a good obedient doggie!”

The flood hit Carl and washed through him with a rush. He knew where he was now. He was aware of where he and Ellen were in this dance, aware she had seen his frustration draw him away from her, aware she was waiting for him to come back acceptive of where she was leading. “More than just acceptive,” Carl thought “Grateful!” She had shown him again the places she could take them both. “I’ll show her what grateful looks like!”

Carl got up on his haunches, curling his hands as if begging. He panted furiously, his whole attitude showing exuberance. “Woof! Woof!” He whined a little, then woofed a few more times. He bowed his head to the floor in the area he thought she was standing and playfully rubbed his face on the rug.

Tail wagging, he began searching for her, making joyful little whelps and whines.

Ellen stood above him to the side smiling as he made a fool of himself for her. “Yes come to me my slave, my man,” she thought. She let him look for half a minute before stepping into his path and let herself be discovered by her man.

With obvious joy, Carl rubbed his face firmly across her feet, back and forth over and over. He began licking her arches and toes, long, sloppy passionate expressions of his total surrender.

Ellen pursed her lips and half closed her eyes in an effort to control herself. Her breathing became heavier and her thinking a little woozy. “Oh God, thank you for this man!” she thought.

“I can’t give in to this” she thought weakening, trying to justify straying from her plan. She wanted to very badly. Carl was a talented and enthusiastic cunt lapper and at this moment she wanted that very badly.

“If I do, he won’t learn from waiting outside my bath.” She shook her head to affirm this to herself. “And I want him to accept what I did to him just now.” She felt her resolve strengthening. “He’ll be confused if I don’t follow through on this.” This thought made her feel better still. She smirked a little as she repeated the thought. “Yes. It’s for his own good!”

“I can always come back later and get him. I’ll tease him a little more and then reward him with an hour with my pussy. For now though . . ..”

“All right, doggie,” she said in a soft though firm voice “that’s enough. That’s enough sweet little doggie.”

The obedient compliant Carl stopped immediately.

Ellen looked down at her conquest. “Oh Carl!” she thought.

She reached down, took a ring on his mask with her fingers and gently pulled her animal in the direction of the bathroom door.

Author Thrall

Member submitted Femdom story. Femdom or female domination sex stories, are those where a woman takes the lead. Dominant wives, girlfriends or women in positions of power, are usually the main character, with a submissive male or female, attending to their every demand. For male and female subs, femdom fiction is likely to contain story elements of both softer activities like foot worship and teasing, to more hardcore activities like light torture, pain play (nipple and genital clamps, CBT), strap-on sex (pegging), figging, smothering, suffocation, orgasm denial, fisting, anal play, spanking, toilet play and humiliation.

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