[Click here for part 1.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gb2hlf/carol_and_james_part_1_chores_mf_gentlefemdom/)
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 two of five; in the previous instalment, James completed his chores and was allowed to watch TV with Carol. The third part will be published tomorrow. I hope you enjoy!
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You and Carol watch TV in silence, with her petting your hair from time to time. After a couple of episodes she switches it off and stands up.
“Shower time now, sweetheart,” she says, beckoning you towards the bathroom. You get to your feet and collect her discarded jeans and panties, putting them in the hamper before following her. Small acts of service like tidying up after Carol have become second nature at this point, and you rarely need to be reminded to perform them.
“Help me undress, pet?” Carol asks as you join her in the bathroom.
“Yes, Ma’am.” You carefully pinch the bottom of her shirt and pull it up and over her outstretched arms in a smooth motion, exposing her wide, smooth back and generous belly. You step behind her and delicately unhook her bra, allowing it to fall to the floor. You need to take care not to touch her more than strictly necessary while taking her clothes off – such contact needs to be earned.
“Do you want to touch me, pet?” Carol asks without turning around, as if reading your mind. The only thing on her now is the small silver key, still hanging against her chest on its chain.
“Y-yes please, Ma’am. I would.”
“I bet you would,” she muses, her voice slow and sultry. “You’d love to lean your weight into my chest, feel my breasts in your hands, press your lips into my neck. Imagine it. Can you imagine it for me, James?”
“Yes Ma’am. It would be so wonderful,” you sigh.
“Good. Come and stand in front of me, now.”
You obey, but can’t prevent a tiny noise of disappointment from slipping past your lips. Carol notices.
“Is something wrong, James?” she asks, a hint of danger in her voice.
“No, Ma’am,” you say. “I’m sorry. I thought something… selfish, for a moment.” You blush.
She smiles gently. “I appreciate your honesty, James. But remember whose pleasure matters here.”
“Yes Ma’am. Only yours.”
“That’s right,” she nods. “Good boy. Now, I think it’s time for you to get undressed as well…”
You adjust your position to help her as she takes off your shirt, letting her fingers brush lightly up your chest as she does so. You don’t bother trying to stifle the little moan the contact elicits; Carol knows now exactly how desperate you are. She smiles at your reaction, then reaches out and gently grips your dick through your pants, tugging on it to bring you right up to her.
“Time for all this to come off,” she whispers in your ear. She undoes your belt buckle and crouches so she can pulls your pants all the way down, then gives you a moment to step out of them. She lays them to one side, then reaches up with a probing finger and softly strokes the bulge in your pale pink briefs. You moan a bit louder at the light, teasing sensation.
Carol has a strong preference when it comes to your underwear – it has to be tight, to constrain and accentuate your genitals, and lightly colored, so that any precum you leak shows up clearly on the fabric.
“Look at this, sweetheart,” she says. You look down and see her finger poised over a small, dark stain on your crotch, the product of the hours of teasing you’ve endured today. “You must be sooo pent up!” she gloats. “That’s what I like to see. I’ll put all that frustration to good use soon enough. But first…”
She pulls the briefs down sharply, and maneuvers them over your feet before placing them on top of your trousers. Then, at last, she takes the silver key in her fingers and carefully, precisely, puts it into the lock of your cage.
“Would you like me to release you, James?” she asks.
“If you would like to, Ma’am,” you reply.
“I would,” she says. “Here you go.” And with that, she twists the key and the lock pops open.
She slides the cage off, leaving behind a shining string of precum that stretches between the tip of your cock and the metal before breaking apart. Then she carefully wriggles off the base ring, taking care not to squeeze any of your sensitive parts too painfully. Free from the cage, your dick quickly stiffens and grows to its full length. Carol gives it a playful flick; you wince at the impact, and she laughs. She stands up and leads you over to the shower; you draw the curtain once you’re both inside.
You stand still and allow her to wash you thoroughly, lathering up your whole body in shower gel and then gently hosing you down with the warm water. She misses no opportunity to grope and fondle your body, her firm, dominant touch a constant reminder of her ownership of you, but she does take care to avoid touching your cock directly, leaving your erection neglected. Only at the very end of your cleaning does she instruct you to pull back your foreskin so that she can direct the water straight onto the head. The heat and pressure on that most sensitive spot creates a sensation so intense it becomes painful, and you cry out as Carol brings the shower head closer.
“Hush, hush, darling,” she says, stroking your face with her free hand. “I know it hurts, but you have to endure it.” She turns off the water and puts the shower head back in its holder before bending down to examine your cock.
“There we go. Nice and clean.” She straightens up and kisses your cheek. “Your dick is one of my most treasured possessions, you know. It’s important that it stays in good condition.”
You laugh. “Of course, Ma’am. You know best. Would you like me to wash you now?”
“Hmm.” She considers carefully. “I think I’ll do it myself tonight. You’re not quite ready to touch my body yet. You’re welcome to watch, though – and I’ll need you to wash my hair afterwards.”
“Thank you, Ma’am.”
You step out of the shower, leaving the curtain open so you can watch her wash herself. The flowing water trickles down her body, accentuating every crease and contour on its way. Her smooth skin squashes and stretches entrancingly beneath her strong, agile hands and she lathers up and scrubs herself down, intensifying your desire to hold and caress her yourself. Droplets of water catch in her pubic hair and sparkle under the bright bathroom light, drawing your attention to her beautiful shrine. There’s nothing you wouldn’t give right now to touch her, lick her, have her grind to orgasm against your thigh – anything to end the torture of your long denial. You lick your lips unconsciously; not long to go now. Your dick, still hard, twitches helplessly in response to the visual feast in front of you, but you know better than to try and get any relief. When your cock is uncaged, it’s strictly for Carol’s use. Touching it without permission would fetch you an immediate and severe punishment.
Carol switches off the water and beckons you over, smiling when she notices your erection. “Still hard, huh, baby? That’s cute.” She turns, flicking her hair at you. “You know what to do.”
You wet her hair, squeeze some shampoo into your palm, and begin working it into her locks with practiced motion. It’s been weeks now since Carol washed her own hair – you doing it for her is a favorite activity for you both. She rewards you with soft moans and words of praise as you massage the shampoo into her scalp, wash it out, and apply the conditioner. At one point your dick – now slightly softer as the grooming distracts you from your arousal – brushes against her leg. You quickly apologize for the accidental contact, but she laughs it off and allows you to keep going.
Once you’re done washing Carol’s hair, you both step out of the shower and towel off together. You gather up the discarded clothes and take them to the hamper, Carol following to ensure you don’t try to pleasure yourself without her approval. Back in the bathroom you blow-dry and brush her hair, and then wash the precum off your cage so that it’ll be pristine when you put it back on. Carol watches, and nods in approval when you’re finished.
“Good boy. I think that’s everything now, isn’t it?”
It could be a trick question. You carefully go over your mental list of duties, checking that there’s nothing left undone, before answering.
“Yes, Miss Carol, that’s everything. Thank you.”
“Excellent!” She takes you by the wrist, excitement shining in her eyes. “You know what comes now, don’t you, petal?”
“Is it playtime, Ma’am?” you ask timidly.
“It’s playtime!” she cries. “Come to bed, now. We’ve got lots to do!” She grabs your wrist and pulls you in the direction of the bedroom at a jog, her fat rippling enticingly as she moves.
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[Link to part 3 will be added upon publication]
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