Carol and James, part 4: Shrine [MF] [gentlefemdom]

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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 four of five; in the previous instalment, James was allowed to worship Carol’s body as a reward for his hard work. The fifth part will be published tomorrow. I hope you enjoy!

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“Did you enjoy the worship, darling?” Carol asks softly.

“Yes, Miss Carol,” you murmur. “It was so wonderful to be allowed to please you.”

“It was, wasn’t it? It’s wonderful how much you desire my pleasure. It shows what a good servant you are. You exist to serve me. Isn’t that right?”

“That’s right, Ma’am. Just for you.”

“And I know the kind of pleasure you most want to give me most of all,” she continues. “You know as well, don’t you.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Fetch the die.”

You get up off the bed and open up the drawer of the nightstand. Inside, along with the other toys, is a small plastic bowl and a single six-sided die. You take them out and bring them to the bed.

“Now,” Carol says, her voice quiet and seductive. “You want to make me orgasm, don’t you, James?”

“Yes, Ma’am. I’d love to.”

She takes hold of your chin, tilting your head back and gazing into your eyes. “You’ve been so good for me today. I think you’ve earned the right to touch my shrine now.”

“Thank you, Ma’am,” you say, your voice trembling with excitement. You can feel yourself drifting deeper into submission as you hold her gaze, her beautiful, hypnotic, deep brown eyes filling you with desperation to please her however you can.

“You’re so eager to make me come… so eager to eat me out, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Miss Carol,” you gasp, “I’ll eat you out for as long as you want, give you as many orgasms as you want…”

She releases your chin. “Roll the die,” she commands.

You toss the die into the bowl at an angle. It rolls around the rim, and comes to rest with the number five facing up.

“Five!” Carol says, excited. She looks up, sees you grinning, and laughs. “You’re happy about that, aren’t you, pet?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” you confess, unable to keep the glee out of your voice. You reach out and put the bowl back on the bedside table. “I get to make you come five times!”

“That’s right. Are you ready to get started?”

“Yes, Ma’am!” You quickly get into position, lying flat on your back in the middle of the bed so that Carol can sit astride your face. You can feel you cock stirring, beginning to get hard again as Carol turns to face down the length of your body, hefts her leg over your head, and lowers her shrine towards your waiting lips.

It’s every bit as wonderful as you were expecting. Her smell fills your nostrils and her taste spreads across your tongue as you lick ravenously at the folds of her labia. The textures are a sensory delight – her frizzy pubic hair tickles your chin and your tongue detects every fold and crease as you lap away. Her own wetness combines with your saliva to make each lick a smooth, easy journey. Her body blocks out most of the light, and she’s careful to distribute her weight across her legs so that the pressure on your head is restraining without being crushing.

“Oh, yes. Ohhh, good boy, good pet,” Carol moans, her voice cracking with pleasure. “Keep going. Just like that.” You maintain your pace, taking hold of her thighs for stability, as Carol continues to moan. You can feel your cock, rock hard and throbbing, aching to be touched. You’re so lost in sensation that you buck your hips instinctively, thrusting into thin air in search of relief. Within a minute you’ve begun leaking again; you sense each droplet of precum as it travels slowly up your length, oozes from the tip, and drips down into a growing puddle just below your belly button. Your groans of frustration are muffled by Carol’s crotch as she ruts down against your mouth.

“Mmm, darling,” she sighs, leaning forward over your torso. The change in position brings her clit within easier range of your tongue, and you lick with renewed vigor. “You’re – oh, oh! Oh, James! Ye-yes, sweetheart, oh…” she whimpers, then manages to keep talking. “You’re leaking a whole lot, baby. Oh, you must be real close.”

You feel her dip her index finger and thumb in the precum that’s pooled on your stomach, and then, before you can prepare for the sensation, she reaches out and strokes the head of your cock with her fingertips. You’ve endured so much teasing that the light touch almost makes you come on the spot. You give a warning cry as best you can with your mouth full, and writhe against the bed, clenching desperately to hold back the cum coursing toward your cock. Carol snatches her hand away and you manage to pull yourself back from the brink of orgasm – only the smallest trickle of semen makes it out. Your sudden motion upsets the puddle on your belly, and a cooling rivulet of sticky fluid flows down you side to dampen the bedsheet beneath you.

“Goodness, you really are close,” remarks Carol, her tone praising. You glow with pride at how obviously aroused you are from pleasuring her, but also from having managed to stop yourself from coming. If you’d ejaculated without permission there would have been dire consequences; Carol is bound to be impressed by your self-control.

“I’d better not touch that adorable cock of yours any more,” she muses, half to herself. “Pity. It is so fun to play with. Still, there’s plenty more to enjoy.” You feel her hands gliding over your body, searching for the next spot to stimulate.

The selfish part of you is pained to have gotten so close to orgasm only to be denied. But you keep your purpose in mind, and channel the exquisite agony into eating Carol out as well as you can. She adds to your torment by massaging around your inner thighs and taint, stimulating you enough to remind you how close you are to orgasm without risking actually getting you there. You struggle to think coherently, your mind beginning to unravel under the intense, prolonged teasing and denial – everything from your thighs to your navel feels like it’s melting into a white-hot, throbbing, dripping mass of ecstasy, and any control you had over your sounds or movements is lost.

Carol’s breathing becomes shallower as you keep licking and sucking at her shrine – she wriggles her pelvis against your face and her hands move and grab erratically over your body, and it’s not long before you hear the first of her signature climactic moans. The pace of your licking speeds up by instinct, and seconds later you reach your goal. Carol grabs your hips and braces against them as she comes, shoving her cunt down against your mouth so hard it’s almost painful. She lets out an animalistic noise that resonates through the overstimulated mush of your brain, and fills you with as much pleasure and satisfaction as any orgasm.

Panting from exertion, Carol lowers the weight of her torso onto her elbows and leans low over your body, like a lioness guarding her captured prey. Her breasts hang down almost to your stomach, and her head is positioned over your still-twitching cock – the key swings on its chain, brushing lightly against your shaft. She lifts her pelvis slightly, letting some light in and giving you a chance to breathe freely.

You hear her voice asking you a question, but you’re in so deep it takes a while to process properly. You make a vague sound of confusion as your mind slowly resurfaces.

“James?”

You recognize your name. “Yeah?”

“Now, James,” she laughs breathlessly, “Is that how you address me?”

“Sorry, Miss Carol,” you mumble, remembering your position and your brain puts itself back together. “Yes Ma’am, I meant to say.”

“That’s better. I just asked if you were feeling all right.”

“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you.” You shut your eyes. “More than all right. That was incredible, Miss.”

“Good, good. Sit up a moment?” She rolls off you and helps you off your back.

“Thank you, Ma’am.”

“You’re welcome, darling.” She cups her hand and scoops up some of the precum before it can run off your body. “Look at how much you’ve been leaking, pet! Open wide…”

You open your mouth obediently as she brings her hand up to it, and lick the salty liquid from her fingers. Carol keeps talking.

“You almost came back there, didn’t you, James? When I touched your cock.”

“Mnng-hnn,” you answer. A vague sound of affirmation is the best you can manage with her hand in your mouth.

“Well done for holding it in,” she says. “You’re so well-behaved these days.” She withdraws her fingers from your mouth and wipes the spit off on your hair.

“You need water, baby?” she prompts tenderly.

“Yes please, Ma’am,” you answer. She takes a bottle from the nightstand, gulps down half of it, and then offers it to you. You take smaller sips, emptying the bottle over the course of a minute while Carol sits patiently at your side.

Once you’re done drinking, she scratches your scalp softly. “You feeling good?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” you say. In the past your jaw might be aching by now, but your stamina has improved tremendously through Carol’s training. Now you feel refreshed and ready to continue.

“Excellent!” she smiles. “In that case, you’d best lie back down.” She pushes gently against your chest until you overbalance and fall on your back once more. She resumes her previous position and presses her shrine against your mouth for a second time.

“One down,” she says authoritatively. “And four to go.”

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 four of five; in the previous instalment, James was allowed to worship Carol’s body as a reward for his hard work. The fifth part will be published tomorrow. I hope you enjoy!

“Did you enjoy the worship, darling?” Carol asks softly.

“Yes, Miss Carol,” you murmur. “It was so wonderful to be allowed to please you.”

“It was, wasn’t it? It’s wonderful how much you desire my pleasure. It shows what a good servant you are. You exist to serve me. Isn’t that right?”

“That’s right, Ma’am. Just for you.”

“And I know the kind of pleasure you most want to give me most of all,” she continues. “You know as well, don’t you.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Fetch the die.”

You get up off the bed and open up the drawer of the nightstand. Inside, along with the other toys, is a small plastic bowl and a single six-sided die. You take them out and bring them to the bed.

“Now,” Carol says, her voice quiet and seductive. “You want to make me orgasm, don’t you, James?”

“Yes, Ma’am. I’d love to.”

She takes hold of your chin, tilting your head back and gazing into your eyes. “You’ve been so good for me today. I think you’ve earned the right to touch my shrine now.”

“Thank you, Ma’am,” you say, your voice trembling with excitement. You can feel yourself drifting deeper into submission as you hold her gaze, her beautiful, hypnotic, deep brown eyes filling you with desperation to please her however you can.

“You’re so eager to make me come… so eager to eat me out, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Miss Carol,” you gasp, “I’ll eat you out for as long as you want, give you as many orgasms as you want…”

She releases your chin. “Roll the die,” she commands.

You toss the die into the bowl at an angle. It rolls around the rim, and comes to rest with the number five facing up.

“Five!” Carol says, excited. She looks up, sees you grinning, and laughs. “You’re happy about that, aren’t you, pet?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” you confess, unable to keep the glee out of your voice. You reach out and put the bowl back on the bedside table. “I get to make you come five times!”

“That’s right. Are you ready to get started?”

“Yes, Ma’am!” You quickly get into position, lying flat on your back in the middle of the bed so that Carol can sit astride your face. You can feel you cock stirring, beginning to get hard again as Carol turns to face down the length of your body, hefts her leg over your head, and lowers her shrine towards your waiting lips.

It’s every bit as wonderful as you were expecting. Her smell fills your nostrils and her taste spreads across your tongue as you lick ravenously at the folds of her labia. The textures are a sensory delight – her frizzy pubic hair tickles your chin and your tongue detects every fold and crease as you lap away. Her own wetness combines with your saliva to make each lick a smooth, easy journey. Her body blocks out most of the light, and she’s careful to distribute her weight across her legs so that the pressure on your head is restraining without being crushing.

“Oh, yes. Ohhh, good boy, good pet,” Carol moans, her voice cracking with pleasure. “Keep going. Just like that.” You maintain your pace, taking hold of her thighs for stability, as Carol continues to moan. You can feel your cock, rock hard and throbbing, aching to be touched. You’re so lost in sensation that you buck your hips instinctively, thrusting into thin air in search of relief. Within a minute you’ve begun leaking again; you sense each droplet of precum as it travels slowly up your length, oozes from the tip, and drips down into a growing puddle just below your belly button. Your groans of frustration are muffled by Carol’s crotch as she ruts down against your mouth.

“Mmm, darling,” she sighs, leaning forward over your torso. The change in position brings her clit within easier range of your tongue, and you lick with renewed vigor. “You’re – oh, oh! Oh, James! Ye-yes, sweetheart, oh…” she whimpers, then manages to keep talking. “You’re leaking a whole lot, baby. Oh, you must be real close.”

You feel her dip her index finger and thumb in the precum that’s pooled on your stomach, and then, before you can prepare for the sensation, she reaches out and strokes the head of your cock with her fingertips. You’ve endured so much teasing that the light touch almost makes you come on the spot. You give a warning cry as best you can with your mouth full, and writhe against the bed, clenching desperately to hold back the cum coursing toward your cock. Carol snatches her hand away and you manage to pull yourself back from the brink of orgasm – only the smallest trickle of semen makes it out. Your sudden motion upsets the puddle on your belly, and a cooling rivulet of sticky fluid flows down you side to dampen the bedsheet beneath you.

“Goodness, you really are close,” remarks Carol, her tone praising. You glow with pride at how obviously aroused you are from pleasuring her, but also from having managed to stop yourself from coming. If you’d ejaculated without permission there would have been dire consequences; Carol is bound to be impressed by your self-control.

“I’d better not touch that adorable cock of yours any more,” she muses, half to herself. “Pity. It is so fun to play with. Still, there’s plenty more to enjoy.” You feel her hands gliding over your body, searching for the next spot to stimulate.

The selfish part of you is pained to have gotten so close to orgasm only to be denied. But you keep your purpose in mind, and channel the exquisite agony into eating Carol out as well as you can. She adds to your torment by massaging around your inner thighs and taint, stimulating you enough to remind you how close you are to orgasm without risking actually getting you there. You struggle to think coherently, your mind beginning to unravel under the intense, prolonged teasing and denial – everything from your thighs to your navel feels like it’s melting into a white-hot, throbbing, dripping mass of ecstasy, and any control you had over your sounds or movements is lost.

Carol’s breathing becomes shallower as you keep licking and sucking at her shrine – she wriggles her pelvis against your face and her hands move and grab erratically over your body, and it’s not long before you hear the first of her signature climactic moans. The pace of your licking speeds up by instinct, and seconds later you reach your goal. Carol grabs your hips and braces against them as she comes, shoving her cunt down against your mouth so hard it’s almost painful. She lets out an animalistic noise that resonates through the overstimulated mush of your brain, and fills you with as much pleasure and satisfaction as any orgasm.

Panting from exertion, Carol lowers the weight of her torso onto her elbows and leans low over your body, like a lioness guarding her captured prey. Her breasts hang down almost to your stomach, and her head is positioned over your still-twitching cock – the key swings on its chain, brushing lightly against your shaft. She lifts her pelvis slightly, letting some light in and giving you a chance to breathe freely.

You hear her voice asking you a question, but you’re in so deep it takes a while to process properly. You make a vague sound of confusion as your mind slowly resurfaces.

“James?”

You recognize your name. “Yeah?”

“Now, James,” she laughs breathlessly, “Is that how you address me?”

“Sorry, Miss Carol,” you mumble, remembering your position and your brain puts itself back together. “Yes Ma’am, I meant to say.”

“That’s better. I just asked if you were feeling all right.”

“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you.” You shut your eyes. “More than all right. That was incredible, Miss.”

“Good, good. Sit up a moment?” She rolls off you and helps you off your back.

“Thank you, Ma’am.”

“You’re welcome, darling.” She cups her hand and scoops up some of the precum before it can run off your body. “Look at how much you’ve been leaking, pet! Open wide…”

You open your mouth obediently as she brings her hand up to it, and lick the salty liquid from her fingers. Carol keeps talking.

“You almost came back there, didn’t you, James? When I touched your cock.”

“Mnng-hnn,” you answer. A vague sound of affirmation is the best you can manage with her hand in your mouth.

“Well done for holding it in,” she says. “You’re so well-behaved these days.” She withdraws her fingers from your mouth and wipes the spit off on your hair.

“You need water, baby?” she prompts tenderly.

“Yes please, Ma’am,” you answer. She takes a bottle from the nightstand, gulps down half of it, and then offers it to you. You take smaller sips, emptying the bottle over the course of a minute while Carol sits patiently at your side.

Once you’re done drinking, she scratches your scalp softly. “You feeling good?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” you say. In the past your jaw might be aching by now, but your stamina has improved tremendously through Carol’s training. Now you feel refreshed and ready to continue.

“Excellent!” she smiles. “In that case, you’d best lie back down.” She pushes gently against your chest until you overbalance and fall on your back once more. She resumes her previous position and presses her shrine against your mouth for a second time.

“One down,” she says authoritatively. “And four to go.”

~~~

[Link to part 5 will be added upon publication.]

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