Chapter One
You’ll make some ball busting Bitch a nice wife!
Carl awoke just before the alarm went off at 7:00. He lay quietly for a moment. He could hear Ellen moving around in the kitchen upstairs and then silence as presumably she went back upstairs to their bedroom.
He picked up her note from the small night table. She had sent him to the store late last night for a new bath sponge, something he knew she didn’t really need. She had already gone to bed by the time he returned but she had left the note for him on the island in the kitchen.
“Sleep in the guest room in the basement. Be in the kitchen at 7:30 tomorrow morning ready for housework. Wear your pink briefs, flip flops, collar, and nothing else.”
He smiled at the thought of what the day was going to be like. “I love this woman,” he thought.
A few minutes before 7:30 he was standing in the kitchen reading another note. “Kitchen first. Then vacuuming, every room on the first floor. Then come upstairs and clean my bathroom.” No mention of polishing the living room or dining room furniture which as unusual. And no yard work. “Hmm,” he thought “she’s got something different planned.”
Putting two and two together, he wondered if the bath sponge he had been sent out for and cleaning her bathroom figured in her plans. “Hmm,” he thought with pleasure “maybe a tease while she bathes.”
He made coffee and munched as he got started. He worked from the top down standing on a step ladder to wipe down the crown molding at the top of the almond white cabinets, then the cabinets. She could be a real stickler, he knew. Any little hint of dust or cobweb near the ceiling would bring her displeasure. Not in the good sense.
He took his time over the dark granite kitchen counters, lovingly polishing the surface to a high gloss with the special cleanser and cloth, imagining that she was watching. He looked at the finished result with approval “Things look pretty good,” he mocked himself as he touched a final spot. “You’ll make some ball busting Bitch a very nice wife! Or maybe house boy!” Carl felt the familiar stirrings but resisted. He couldn’t go too far into submission yet, he knew. He still had some real work to do. He needed to concentrate.
The appliances, farm sink, the island, and off-white ceramic tile floor were the next objects of his inspired energetic efforts, all reflecting, when finished, the devotion bestowed on their appearance by a man who wanted to please the woman who had accepted him as her slave. “She’ll be pleased,” Carl thought as he cast a critical eye around the room.
As he cleaned the mop bucket, the text message signal went off on his phone. Picking it up off the island counter, he read Ellen’s message. “Come here now.”
Drying his hands he went upstairs into their bedroom. The king-size four poster was against the far wall from the door. As Carl walked across the carpet to the side of the bed he could see that Ellen was lying on her side, the sheets and blanket pushed back forming a sort of cushion behind her. She never looked up from her tablet.
Since she didn’t speak, he knew what to do. He stood a foot or so from the side of the bed, hands clasped in front and head slightly bowed as he had been trained to do and waited for her to speak. And waited. And waited.
Her purpose, he knew, was to assert her authority over him, to bring him to heel as she put it, to bring him to the point where he was focused only on her. They had discussed this many times. Even knowing her purpose, waiting like this never failed to arouse his submissive nature. It was certainly doing that now as he watched her in silence.
She was wearing skimpy black nylon briefs and somewhat incongruously a dark purple sports bra. The purple bra contrasted nicely with her Mediterranean skin tone. He loved the color of her skin, the somehow mysterious dark-white color.
Her legs were bare, stretched out down the bed, one on top of the other. Her short darkish bond hair was uncombed. “Gorgeous,” Carl thought, “incredibly gorgeous.” He could not wait to serve her. “Give me something to do!” he pleaded silently. “Tell me what to do!”
As Ellen scrolled, she rubbed her feet together a few times knowing it would draw Carl’s attention. She was going to let him stand there a few more minutes as she flaunted her body, knowing all he could do was look.
“Go ahead, my little stud,” she thought with a little loving cruelty, “look all you want. For now!” She loved teasing, and so did Carl. As they fulfilled each other’s desires, Ellen and Carl touched in the most sublime way possible.
Never taking her eyes from her tablet, she bent one leg back slowly, languidly so that she could scratch her foot. She paused over her big toe nail, painted dark red. She smiled to herself as she thought of the effect on Carl. He shifted slightly in position. “Yeah,” she thought with a wicked smile to herself “he’s feeling this!” Ellen felt the stirrings of her own passion. “He’s not the only one,” she thought.
“Is my kitchen clean?” she asked in a disinterested tone without looking up.
“Yes Ellen.”
“What about the vacuuming?”
“That was next, Ma’am.”
“The ‘Ma’am’ was a nice touch,” Ellen thought. She was silent for another minute and then . . .
“Get me some coffee.”
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.
“Since you can’t see I’ll lead you to the hamper,” she said considerately clipping the leash to a ring on the top of his mask. “Come!” she tugged, and he crawled next to her across the floor. “Come doggie!”
A thought came to him. “She’s naked,” he thought “that wonderful luscious body naked right next to me.” The image of her in the strap on harness came back. He ventured to nuzzle her leg as he crawled which earned him a bare hand slap on the ass.
“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.
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!”
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
Originally published: September 25 2025
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