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This is a story about a submissive man named James, and his partner Carol – a dominant woman with a gentle touch and an iron will. The story is written from James’s point of view, and takes place over one evening. This is part three of five; in the previous instalment, James was released from chastity and he and Carol bathed together. The fourth part will be published tomorrow. I hope you enjoy!
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Carol hops onto the bed, full of vigor, and pulls you on after her. You kneel in front of her once again as she sits cross-legged on the blanket.
Once you’re in position, she says “Oh, actually, I’ll need my phone. Can you fetch it from the nightstand?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” you say. You’re convinced that she’s just messing with you now, but you get up and get her phone without hesitation, handing it to her before taking up your kneeling position again.
“I’m just setting a timer,” she explains, tapping the screen. “There we go. Now then, James…” she lowers the phone and looks you in the eyes. “I’ve noticed you looking at me all evening. Sneaking glances when you think my back is turned, peeking when I’m undressed…”
You nod, embarrassed. “Yes, Ma’am. Sorry.”
“Shh, shh,” she soothes, reaching out to caress your face. “It’s okay, darling. I know how obsessed you are with my body.” Her voice gets deeper, more alluring. “You want to worship me, don’t you, James.”
You can feel yourself blushing. “Y-yes, Ma’am. I do.”
She takes your right hand and clasps it in both of hers. “Ask permission to worship my body, James. Beg for it.”
“Please, Miss Carol,” you plead, quickly losing your composure. “Please, let me worship your body.”
“Do you really want it, sweetheart?”
“More than anything,” you cry, desperate, clinging to her hands now. “Please, Miss Carol. Please, let me worship you!”
Her face lights up in a heart-melting smile at your total submission. “Worship my body, now, darling,” she commands. “Show me how desperate you are.” She releases your hand and grabs her phone, starting the timer before throwing it on the pillow. “You have fifteen minutes.” Then she uncrosses her legs and opens her arms, inviting you in.
You make an inarticulate noise of relief and clamber forward, wrapping your arms around her torso and locking your lips onto her neck. You feel her bare skin against your tongue, her heavy breasts against your chest, your hard dick pressed tight between her belly and yours. Your hands clutch at her shoulders and you moan with delight.
“Good boy. Good boy,” Carol murmurs, stroking your hair. “Show me how much you desire me.”
You grunt and move your mouth, kissing her shoulder now, making sure to keep the pressure light enough you won’t leave a mark. Running your fingers through her freshly-conditioned hair, you’re delighted by the smooth silky texture.
“Just like that, baby, just like that,” Carol moans. “Tell me why you love my neck, darling.”
Of course. You were so desperate for her body that you forgot your worship has to include words, and not just acts. Fortunately, there’s no shortage of wonderful things to say about Carol’s body.
“Your neck curves so beautifully, my Mistress,” you mumble, your lips brushing against her skin. “The skin there is so tender, and so smooth under my tongue, and I can press my whole body against yours while I kiss it.”
“Wonderful, sweetheart,” she says. “You speak like a true poet.”
You grunt in thanks and continue kissing; Carol slowly leans back until she’s lying flat, allowing you to easily move your head down her chest. You stop at her left breast, which droops down her side towards the bed, and flick your tongue once over the broad, purple nipple before taking it in your mouth and sucking, enjoying the way it stiffens under your lips.
Carol squeals in delight and digs her fingertips into your back; fortunately she keeps her nails short, so the pain is just mild enough to be enjoyable. You suck harder, just the way she likes it, and draw out a few more breathless moans before moving on to the other breast. You squeeze and massage the left while sucking on the right, and give the nipple a few teasing rubs with your thumb for good measure.
“Tell me – ohh… – tell me why you love my boobs, J-James,” Carol pants.
You stop sucking and gaze up at her, now gently massaging one breast in each hand. “They’re wonderful, Ma’am. So warm, and soft, and heavy. I love how they swing when you move; I love the shape of your nipples, and that rough texture they have on my tongue. And I love how you moan when I play with them. I love knowing how much pleasure I’m giving you.
“That’s adorable,” says Carol. “You enjoy my moans, then? Even when I go all squeaky?”
“They’re exquisite,” you insist. “It’s like listening to a chorus of angels.”
She laughs. “How delightfully you put things, pet. Carry on now.”
“Yes Ma’am,” you smile, and return eagerly to your kissing, moving further down to her belly. You run your tongue between the folds of fat and over the trail of hair that starts below her navel, and this time speak without being prompted.
“I love your belly, Miss Carol. It’s so soft and wide, like a cushion. I love when you let me rest my head on it, and play with my hair.”
“You’re so sweet,” she says. “Carry on, but don’t touch my shrine just yet. We’ll save that for last.”
You nod and move on to her legs, kissing the inside of each thigh and stroking along their length. You put your hands under her knees and lift her legs so you can place a few choice kisses on the cellulite around her butt. “I love your butt, Ma’am, and your legs. I love when you wrap them around my head and use them to pull me into your shrine. I love how cozy they feel on my ears.”
Carol sighs in pleasure. “Mmm. Very good, pet, very good.” She reaches for her phone. “Four more minutes of worship.”
You kiss down as far as her ankles, and then make your way back up her body, faster this time, but still pausing to enjoy the occasional lingering kiss. You finish by sitting on her lap and sucking on the fingers of her left hand, letting her play with your tongue until you’re drooling unabashedly. Eventually you gag uncomfortably and have to stop, but you make sure to finish with more praise. “I love your fingers, Ma’am. I love how you tease me with them, how you use them to play with me, and hold me, and put me in my place.”
“And I love using them on you,” she says, gently wiping the saliva from your chin. “I love how easily you submit for me, how well you know your place.” She embraces you and you relax into her arms, your body limp, your mind blissfully blank. There you stay, enjoying the gentle, rhythmic caress of her hand on the nape of your neck, until the timer on her phone rings.
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[Link to part 4 will be added upon publication]
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