Carros Thesis Chapter 1
_"_Arousal.
The feeling of a pulsating throb of need passing through the body, a feeling that causes heat and desire and passion and manifests itself as a need for sexual expression of one sort or another. This thesis will explore arousal and sexual desire in women."
Carro was an anatomy student at university, a beautifully curvy young elven woman, and seeing the lack of appropriate texts written about female sexual desire, she had resolved to write something herself for her thesis work. She was a devout worshipper of the dark goddess of seduction and regularly serviced her in the dark privacy of the goddess's dungeons. She had also visited every prostitute of both genders and all species that she could find on the massive university island and in the outer city too, and thus felt as knowledgeable about sex as she currently could be.
The first few words of her thesis sat on the page like an invitation. Realising that she'd never get the requisite number of words written if she needed to masturbate after every two sentences, she nevertheless snaked her fingers under the waistband of her skirt, into her pants, and fiddled with her pulsating clitoris, hot under the collar at the thought of putting pen to paper and describing what she had learned.
The university library was quiet at this time of day, and the cubicle that Carro wrote in was quite private, but there was a naughty thrill of wanking in public. She bit her lip as the orgasm hit, managing to reduce her normal moan to a mere peep, but several people still looked over and Carro could see their hot eyes. One female student giggled and Carro blushed at having been caught.
She couldn't resist teasing and, pulling her hand out of her pants, she met the eyes of the student who'd giggled and licked her forefingers clean of her juices. The giggler went wide eyed and blushed at having been caught watching before, Carro noticed, snaking a delicate hand into her own skirt and pants to likely do something very similar.
"The clitoris
is the primary organ of female sexual enjoyment. Usually identified as a tiny button or nub of flesh buried at the top of the vulva, it actually extends further into and around the groin area than many people realise. Thus women often can, with the right partner and the right level of stimulation, feel their clitoris throb and pulsate even if it is not being touched directly."
Carro smiled as the senior anatomy mistress read the first chapter of her thesis. The human woman was beautiful, in a stern, middle-aged sort of way, but was seemingly not the sort of person one might initially assume to be a suitable supervisor for a thesis about female sexual desire.
"I have always found it difficult to locate my clitoris," the mistress, a woman named Rothia, admitted after a long moment of internal struggle, nervous of what she wanted to say.
Carro smiled. "I can show you where it is, if you like?"
"You mean with a diagram? I have seen many such things. They don't help."
"No. I was thinking with my fingers."
"You want to have sex with me?"
Carro laughed. "I want to have sex with every woman I meet," she confessed.
Mistress Rothia allowed herself a small slip of a smile. "Well, if you are writing about such things then it perhaps is only fair that I ask you to put your words into practise. Just so that I can be certain your text and advice is accurate, you understand."
"Oh, totally," Carro said, resisting the urge to smirk. "So, do you want to take me through to your bed chamber now or should I come back later on?"
"I was aware of the topic of your thesis so I took the liberty of... reserving the whole afternoon to supervise you," mistress Rothia admitted, blushing hotly. "Now would be eminently suitable."
The pair went through to the private apartment just past the mistress's office, through the sitting room and into the bedroom. A pretty bedspread laid over the bed, and the mistress was scarlet with embarrassment as Carro shut the door and took her in her arms.
"Maybe this isn't the best..." the mistress began to gasp, but Carro looped her arms around the older woman's shoulder and kissed her. "Hush. I'm in charge. Slip your pants off."
The mistress hesitated a brief moment before doing as asked.
"Lie on the bed."
Carro followed her and flicked the front of the woman's skirts up to reveal a very nice bush. She knelt on the bed, forcing the mistress's legs to open wider as she got into position.
She could see the moisture at the older woman's vaginal entrance. Despite professing not to know where her clitoris was, she clearly was very aroused.
Carro reached in and touched a bead of the slippery liquid, making the older woman yelp and jump.
"I'm not going to be able to demonstrate where to find your clitoris unless I touch you a little, mistress," she whispered.
"I... know. This might not be the best ideeeee..." her words crescendoed into a shriek as Carro laid a gentle fingertip right on the button and began to swirl it around.
"Sorry, mistress, I didn't catch that?" she asked with a giggle as the woman gasped and writhed. "Anyway, you wanted to find your clitoris. So, this is the external point," she said, teasing the small red nub, "and it passes through your body on this side, and this, like this," she said, caressing the woman's groin gently, "and curls around your vagina, so that this spot right..." she slid a delicate finger in "... here, is an erogenous zone. It continues deeper in and further back but I..." the mistress shrieked through a massive orgasm, and Carro finally moved her hands, "... I think you have a clearer idea of where to find it now."
Mistress Rothia lost a few moments in the afterglow, and struggled to open her eyes and focus. She'd never felt anything as erotically powerful as the sensation she'd just had. She finally became aware of Carro, sat, totally naked, beside her, fingering herself.
"I wondered, student Carro, could you show me where my clitoris is again? Just to be certain that I recall it. And... then perhaps you could show me where yours is?"
Carro leaned over and kissed the older woman with a flick of tongue against her pink, flushed lips. "I would love to."
She knelt up and licked her finger, making a point of showing the tip of her tongue as it moistened the pad of her index finger. "So, mistress, this is your clitoris. Yours is quite tiny, but not the smallest I've seen. Caress it gently, you see, just like this..." the mistress's eyes rolled and she bit her lip to stop herself moaning.
"Let the moans out. I love the noise," Carro urged her, swirling her finger a little more. "Then we have the urethra, just here. Then your vagina. Then within and inside, you can reach an internal section of your clitoris, just... Here. And if you use two fingers you can stimulate both sections simultaneously, just... like... this."
The mistress nearly bucked off the bed, shrieking and shaking as another orgasm hit. "I have never orgasmed like that in my life," she gasped once she came back to herself.
"Every woman I've ever been with, of every species there is, tells me the same thing," Carro boasted.
The mistress got her breath. "Well, student Carro, lets see if you've managed to teach your old mistress anything," she smiled. She pulled her dress and slip off, for she had still been clothed, and knelt up, naked, between the legs of her most promising student. "Now, lets see. You first licked your finger like this..."
It was going dark and supper was in the process of being served when a smugly satisfied Carro and a hotly blushing mistress Rothia finally dressed and made it out of the bedroom to go and seek sustenance.
"I think I'll enjoy supervising your thesis, student Carro," the mistress giggled. She'd orgasmed four times and returned the favour just as often.
Carro giggled back. "I think I'll enjoy being supervised," she confessed.
"Is female sexual desire
merely an expression of an unconscious wish to breed? I say no. Sexual desire is an assertion of oneself as a free, sexual being with needs and hopes and a level of arousal at least equal to that of men. Just because it isn't as obvious as an erect penis, doesn't mean that the female body doesn't respond to arousal with physical signs. Consider flushed cheeks, gasping breath, red lips, and the sensation of the heartbeat as it shudders across the groin."
The prostitute that Carro currently lay beside was an older teafling woman. More commonly used to lying back and letting men fuck her for money, she had gotten used to disconnecting sex with arousal. Arousal rarely if ever happened to her anymore.
She was very much aroused now.
Carro lifted her face up from where she'd licked the woman through several orgasms. "You enjoying yourself?"
"Gods yes, but you paid me," the woman gasped. "Why would you spend coin in making an old whore orgasm?"
Because I love the taste of pussy and I think old whores know more than they sometimes pretend."
She burrowed her tongue back into saggy folds of the woman's vulva, finding her clitoris and making her shriek as another orgasm shuddered through her body.
"I need to taste you," she begged in the end. "Teach me what you were doing. I've never known pleasure like it."
Carro laid back and talked the woman into the right position, then arched her back and moaned involuntarily as curved horns rubbed her thighs and a warm, soft, long tongue found her golden centre.
Carro and the whore played together for two full hours, and both orgasmed repeatedly. "If you want to orgasm during your work," Carro advised her as her time was nearly up, "clench here," she slipped her fingers in to show the muscular ring that could give pleasure, "and arch your hips so that your clients' cocks rub you... here." She caressed the woman's vulva once more, teasing the barest edge of her clitoris.
"I will, I will. But... what can I give you? You've given me pleasure of the sort I'd never know."
"I wondered, could I draw you? Your underneath, not your face. For my thesis. I'm writing about sex and sexual arousal."
The whore giggled. "My cunt and fanny, immortalised in the university library? You know, why not?"
"Are you busy this evening or should I book to come back?"
"You can come back as many times as you wish, free of charge, for the pleasure you've given me today."
Mistress Rothia was fascinated to read about the rekindling of desire in women who had lost such things. "You certainly rekindled mine," she confessed as Carro trailed a warm fingertip down her soft, bare, belly as the pair laid in a post-orgasmic glow on the mistress's bed. "But after learning of your thesis topic I never desired anything as much as I desired you."
"Had you ever desired a woman before?"
"No. But I wish I knew in my youth what I know now."
"You still have plenty of years to enjoy yourself, mistress," Carro smiled as she twisted her naked body around so that she lay top to tail with her mistress. "Now, lets have a little lesson in oral manipulation, shall we?"
"That sounds like a perfect subject matter, student Carro."
"The vagina
is shaped to take a penis, and a penis on a man of the same species, despite how it might feel to a young female virgin, is roughly shaped to fit into a vagina. But there are several other things of similar shape and size that never get drunk or hungry, never go flaccid, never disappoint, never demand titillation or fancy underwear, never ask for sex when a woman isn't in the mood, can be sawn, filed, sanded down, unstitched or re-stuffed if they are too big or too uncomfortable, and which can be placed in a drawer and ignored once a woman is satisfied."
Carro regarded her substantial collection of dildoes with pleasure. A nice, firm, well-made dildo could, in Carro's mind, absolutely replace the frustratingly selfish needs of most men.
She carefully sketched each dildo, marking the benefits and downfalls of every shape and size, explaining what each was best for and giving detailed measurements, and passing on advice as to how to make each one or else what to ask a craftsperson to make, and what sizes might work for other species of women besides elves.
A female craftsperson, naturally.
She worked each one into her sopping vagina as she wrote, confirming the detail of her descriptive work. Certain ones worked well when sat working at a desk. Others needed to be inserted when standing, or occasionally when squatting. Some could be worked in and out in a fucking motion. Others were pleasant to leave in and walk around whilst wearing.
Once she had worked her way through the dildoes she began on the surprising array of phallic vegetables available in the markets. She had told the greengrocers exactly what she was looking for, and why. "I'm looking for a selection of nice, cock-shaped vegetables," she said bluntly. "I want to see what each one feels like when I shove them into my cunt." Several of the men she'd approached orgasmed into their hose without any help whatsoever as they observed her as she carefully picked a selection of no less than thirty different vegetables of eighteen different varieties of plant to play with. Those that didn't orgasm when watching her shop did every time she held up the most obscene vegetable in her basket and whispered, "don't you wish this was going to be your cock this afternoon?"
Each one got written about and the sensations described lovingly.
That chapter brought no fewer than eighteen orgasms a day every day for the ten days she was working on it. It would have been more, but the last day brought nearly thirty orgasms as she checked her writings, and made Carro so exhausted that she couldn't finish.
She took the barely finished chapter to her mistress the next afternoon, her cunt still aching in a gloriously warm fashion after all the attentions it had gotten. As the mistress read the section she said, "It seems that you have rushed the last page rather."
"I had to write it this morning, mistress," Carro confessed with no embarrassment at all. "After wanking so much this last week I was quite exhausted. It takes a lot of effort to work out exactly how to walk around the university island with things shoved into your cunt."
The mistress laughed in astonished amusement. "You walked in them all?"
"Well I tried to. The marrow kept falling out as it was far too heavy, I think, and the corn cob stimulated me so much that I orgasmed with every five steps, so I never made it out of the library."
The mistress laughed even more. "You masturbated in the library?"
"Well it was either that or in my dorm and my dorm mates tend to distract me a lot. How can I write a successful chapter about dildoes with eleven other women queueing up to sit over my face so I can lick their pussy?"
After mistress Rothia finished laughing she said, "if you want to write in private you can use my office after hours."
"I might do that. There are a couple of my dildoes that I need to confirm the details of, and I might experiment with the corn cob and the marrow again, just to be certain."
"Well, you are very welcome, my dear student," the mistress purred.
"A female body
is often a mystery, even to its owner. Do not be afraid to seek advice. Don't be ashamed of going to someone offering professional attentions and asking for help to locate what will surely become your favourite places. But always go to a woman first. Women know women. Even if you are not attracted to women, a woman is the perfect guide to the dips and folds that nestle between your legs."
Mistress Rothia read the latest chapter of her most promising student's thesis with pleasure.
Or, to be more accurate, tried to read it.
She was lounging on her bed, her legs wide open, and Carro had inserted a very nice-feeling dildo into her vagina and was doing unspeakable things to her clitoris. After reading the same sentence seven times over she put the paper to one side.
"Stop teasing and make me orgasm, please, I beg you, or you're getting an F," she demanded.
Carro giggled. The mistress liked to pretend to be in charge. A single swipe of her fingertip and the mistress screamed and thrashed as her fourth orgasm of the afternoon shook through her body.
"That'll be an A. I'm completely done in after that one" the mistress gasped once she could talk again.
"Are you sure, mistress? I have another sixteen different dildoes for you to try. You said that you wanted to experiment with them all and you've only had four inside you so far today. The next one is a wonderful thing. If you use it right it could easily stimulate a human cervix."
"I don't think anything has ever touched my cervix," she observed. "What does it feel like?"
"Well there's only one way you'll find out," Carro giggled, pulling the next dildo from her bag.
"You intend to give me five orgasms today?"
"I was thinking ten today and ten tomorrow. You need to check every dildo. You said so yourself."
The mistress just moaned and trembled, opening her legs all the wider. "Carry on, student. I did say that, after all."
"Women are game players,
far more than men. Women like make-believe, like fun, like the unusual. Make your sex play into a game. Explore the fantastic, the mysterious, the taboo. Involve toys, props, costumes, the imagination. Sex can be far more than the pursuit of the orgasm. Do it right and it can last for hours, even if you are playing solo."
Underneath her skirt, Carro had a pair of pants. Underneath the pants she had a dildo strapped into her cunt with a nice leather harness, that had a wonderful little protrusion that rubbed her clitoris just perfectly.
And she was walking around the city, her latest chapter fixed firmly in her mind.
The game she was playing was whether she could make herself orgasm, without using her hands and without being noticed as she walked around the city that day.
Unfortunately she had not taken into account quite how good her chosen dildo was at the job she had chosen it for. She orgasmed four times, each one more explosive than the last, urinating completely accidentally at the strength of the last orgasm.
When she got back home she took off her sodden pants and slipped the dildo out, very satisfied indeed.
.
The next day, Carro was with mistress Rothia again. Not that you knew it was either of them. The university held several masqued balls over each academic season, and both were in hired gowns and matching masques, attending the ball.
And both had nothing whatsoever under their gowns.
The game was to find something – or someone – to crawl underneath their gown and lick them.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" the mistress asked nervously.
"You wanted to understand about game playing," Carro said calmly. "I've done this many times. If no one takes your fancy, don't invite any one and simply enjoy the thrill of being naked under your gown. It's not about being scared, it's about..." she whispered in the mistress's ear, "... being naughty."
"I've been to several of these balls and never witnessed any naughtiness before," the mistress confessed. Carro giggled. "Then you clearly haven't been looking hard enough, my dear mistress. They are hotbeds of licentiousness. It's great fun."
The pair entered the grand hall where the ball was being hosted and orchestral music enveloped them as they walked around the hall, gazing at all the masqued faces who gazed back at them in turn. "I see no... naughtiness," the mistress whispered into Carro's ear.
Carro steered her companion to the bar and they paid for wine each. "I usually drink white wine," the mistress protested when Carro ordered a deep red drink.
"Trust me. Red wine is a symbol of being willing to play the game. Now, come, stand with me and sip your wine slowly, and watch the other red wine drinkers."
The women stood at the side of the hall and drank slowly. "All the red wine drinkers are women," the mistress whispered after a few moments.
"Yes. The men who wish to play have other symbols. See the red masques?"
"Yes but what do their masques have to do with anything?"
"Regard the gnomish gent yonder, in the silver grey suit and red masque. Raise your glass to him as if in a toast," Carro instructed, doing the same.
The gentleman sidled up to the pair. "You are a delectable pair to grace the ball tonight. How may I service you?"
Carro pulled her handkerchief from her purse, then purposefully dropped it. "Oh my, I wonder, could I prevail upon you to pick my hankie up?"
She sidestepped as she asked, neatly covering the hankie with her wide velvet skirt.
"I would be honoured to," the man nodded. He bent down and, as the mistress stared, crawled under Carro's skirt. Carro gasped through clenched teeth and said, "my dear mistress, link my arm if you would. Gently. He is very good. You should try him next."
She groaned through the quietest orgasm she could manage before the man in question neatly got to his feet. "Your hankie, miss," he said as he adjusted his masque.
"Thank you so much. And, I fear, my friend here is worried that her shoe buckle has come undone. Could you perhaps check for her?"
"With pleasure," the man agreed, heading back to the floor. Now Carro held the mistress up as she felt the gentle but insistent prod of moustached lips on her clitoris. She had to bite her lips hard to prevent her usual shriek from escaping, but shortly the man stood up once more. "Your shoes, and the rest of you, seem in perfect order. I hope I have been of some aid?"
Carro handed the man a silver coin and elbowed as still gasping mistress to do the same. He smiled and pocketed the money, saying, "sincere thanks," then left.
"How did you know?" the mistress asked.
"There are several male players here. They will all have red masques on. See over there, the pixie man also has a red masque. He's going to go under that woman's skirts in five, four, three, two, there he goes."
"How did I never notice such things?" the mistress wondered as she looked around the room at the selection of red-masqued men. Many were `picking things up' or `checking shoes'.
A few were `holding me tight, I feel quite faint'. "Those women's skirts will have a parting" Carro explained. "The men doing the holding will likely be fucking them or fingering them to orgasm. Oh, don't worry, you won't notice. The cloth is all very carefully arranged."
"There are two men there," she said, "holding each other. One has a red masque on and the other has a red hankie in his pocket."
"Very well spotted. Masqued man will have his cock up hankie man's arse. He'll orgasm in a moment. There he goes," she narrated as she saw one man stiffen. "the back of his pants have a magic charm on them. And there he is, reactivating it," she said as the man who'd just been fucked rubbed his hand over his backside.
"Is everyone here at the ball for sex?"
"No, only about a third of them. That's why it's so much fun. The game is to keep it a secret. That's why it's so exciting."
"I honestly never realised."
"That, mistress, is because you were never looking for the signs," Carro grinned.
"I wonder, there's a young human man in a red masque there," the mistress giggled. She slipped off a glove and then raised her glass to the man, who sidled over. "My dear lady, your dress is glorious."
"Why thank you. Oh, how clumsy of me, I appear to have dropped a glove. I wonder, could I possibly prevail on you?"
She stepped gently over the glove as the man bowed. "I would be honoured to."
The mistress mewed through the quietest orgasm she could muster as the man fingered her very successfully. "Your glove, ma'am," he said as he got to his feet.
The mistress handed him a gold coin. "With the greatest of thanks," she nodded.
The man left and went to another signalling glass of red wine across the room.
"See how easy it is?" Carro grinned.
"I love it," the mistress laughed.
"An internal section of the clitoris
passes very close both to the bladder and to a section of the lower anal passage in females of many species. Wet or messy play can therefore be a great deal of fun, especially when some of the more commonly available potions are used to aid defecation, and can stimulate the female body in unexpectedly powerful ways."
Mistress Rothia smiled as she read the latest chapter. "I wondered what I could smell when you walked in."
Carro giggled. "I'd have been surprised had you not been able to smell it."
"What does it feel like?" the mistress asked.
Carro turned to her bag and pulled out a thick nappy, some pins and a pair of oilskin pants. "There's only one way you'll find out."
"Okay," the mistress agreed after only the briefest moment of consideration, grinning widely. She was enjoying this thesis tremendously.
"Oh, one thing, do you need to defecate or do you bowels need a little... persuasion?"
"Persuasion in what way?"
I have some simple potion that helps me enjoy such things. I can put a plunger full into your bottom first. If you can hold it for fifteen minutes you'll get the most wonderful sensation and when you do shit yourself it'll almost certainly make you orgasm straight away."
"Do it" the mistress urged, laughing.
Carro did it, and watched as the mistress got more and more aroused with every movement, every brush of cloth, every minute that she held the potion inside her. Her bowels moved and she orgasmed simultaneously, screaming in joyous abandon as the hot, thick nappy she wore filled with shit.
She was glowing and giggly once she'd done. "How long does this sensation last? It's glorious."
"Until it gets itchy or starts to sting. I can leave a shitty nappy on for around three to six hours usually. Longer than eight hours at a time and two sessions a week can cause skin problems, as I explain further on in the chapter. Other potions make the sensation even more powerful and the orgasm even more satisfying but they can be expensive to procure."
"Even more powerful? Maybe I need to release a small fund from the university, purely for experimental purposes?"
Carro laughed. "Purely for experimental purposes, naturally. Let me know when the fund is released and I'll come and... experiment alongside you."
Three days later, Carro got a note in her dorm building mail slot. "Funds released. Mistress R."
Her eyes went wide. She wasn't expecting the mistress to be serious, but clearly she had underestimated the woman's interest.
She met with the mistress at lunchtime and a purse of coin was handed over. "I trust that will be enough?"
Carro counted. "I should easily be able to purchase two doses each of the four other potions I've tried, if that intrigues you?"
"So we can... play four more times as part of our experimentation?"
"No, two doses each of each. Eight more times. Our experiments have to be cross-checked, after all," Carro smirked.
"I'm free this evening after supper, and tomorrow is my day off. Can you get at least one dose today?"
Carro smiled, loving the mistress's passion. "I can indeed. And with the remaining coin I'll ensure we have nappies and pants. We'll likely want to throw them away rather than washing them. Have yourself as big a lunch as you can possibly stomach."
That evening, both women were naked in mistress Rothia's small apartment. Nappies were ready, and plungers full of the potion Carro had bought. "Ready?" Carro asked.
Rothia nodded. "Oh yes."
"This one takes a little longer to work, but the feeling is more intense. When I first used it, it drove me to my knees. The other three are more intense again. Once it's in and the nappies are on and pinned tightly, we should get dressed and go for a walk. It will help it to work."
The mistress didn't even bat an eyelid but agreed, so aroused was she at the thought.
They both got ready. Guts were grumbling but there wasn't any particular pressure as of yet. They walked down the staircase, both grinning.
The park was dark with lengthening shadows as they strolled.
"Are you getting warmer?" the mistress asked. Carro nodded. "My cunt is glowing rather. I feel like I'm on fire."
The heat brought pressure, which brought a pulsating need. Carro kept walking. "Another ten minutes out, then we go back to your apartment before we shit," she whispered to the older woman.
By the time they turned around, mistress Rothia was hornier than she'd ever felt before. By the time they got back to the apartment she could hardly walk. She staggered up the staircase, overwhelmed by the sensations in her groin.
Carro and her held hands in the middle of the apartment once the door was locked and the curtains closed. "Now," Carro whispered.
She went red-faced as she consciously filled her nappy. The mistress did the same. Then both started to sweat, then orgasm after orgasm after orgasm hit them both.
They ended up lying next to each other on the floor, covered in shit, throbbing with desire and need and joy. "Do you need to orgasm again?" the mistress managed to gasp.
"Oh yes," Carro whispered back. "Push."
"Push what?"
"Shit again. There'll be more."
The mistress did. She shrieked as a massive orgasm hit her again, and Carro groaned and trembled as she felt the same thing.
That evening they orgasmed, over and over and over again. As tiredness hit, they had the sense to take their dresses off and both climbed into the mistress's bed to sleep together, still with the nappies on. Both orgasmed in their dreams and the next morning, both orgasmed again.
"Do you have a private bathing room?" Carro finally got the breath to ask.
"I do. Would you like to wash with me?"
"Why thank you mistress, I'd enjoy that," she agreed. The nappies were unpinned to show a mess of shit filled them both. The mistress just rolled them up and threw them away. "I'll buy more for next time," she laughed.
The women bathed together and made each other orgasm several more times as the potion finally ran its course.
"I'll have the nappies for the same time next week," the mistress grinned as Carro was finally ready to leave. "Make sure you have the potion available."
"Of course, mistress," Carro grinned.
"The anus
is an interesting location for pleasure. Not just for messy play or defecation, it can be penetrated and fondled and teased and kissed and can provide a very satisfying addition to sex play. If at all squeamish it can be washed and cleaned out completely using any one of several simple devices, and the cleaning itself can provide pleasure if done correctly."
Carro moaned as the prostitute she'd engaged, a delectable pixie with the most gorgeous pink hair, trailed her tongue over the rosebud of her anus.
"It surprised me that you asked for anal play," the pixie observed. "Usually I'm only asked to do anal work on men or dwarves."
"The body is the body," Carro replied. "And elves are built very similarly to everyone else, except that my kin can be rather squeamish."
The pixie smeared her delicate hands with oil and smiled. "Stretching now. If you want that plug you brought with you inserted it's going to take a bit of time."
"Take all the time you need" Carro trembled.
When the plug was finally seated, the pixie sat back triumphantly. "I didn't think it'd go in for a moment."
"Nor did I," Carro managed to laugh.
"What now?"
"Well I have an... appointment with someone this afternoon, and I suspect that she will enjoy helping me to take it out again."
"That sounds splendid," the pixie grinned.
Mistress Rothia also grinned when Carro invited her feel her backside, and her eyes went wide as she felt what it was that Carro had been sitting on.
"What is that?"
"It's called a butt plug. It's up my arse," the student laughed.
"How on earth did you manage to get it in?"
"I engaged a very inventive pixie this morning. Only, I don't think I'll get it out without help," she simpered, regarding the mistress with naughty eyes. "I wonder, mistress, would you be willing to aid me?"
"Oh, I might. If I can try it afterwards. I am curious as to how it feels."
"Well, we probably should satisfy your curiosity," Carro grinned.
"Why are you wearing it?" Mistress Rothia asked after a moment.
"I told you when we played with the defecation potions that a section of the clitoris, especially in elves, runs close to the anal passage. When I walk with the plug in it stimulates me tremendously. I climaxed twice on my walk over here."
"Would it work on a human woman in the same way?"
"I was hoping, mistress, that you would be able to tell me that."
The mistress shuddered in obvious delight. "I would love to."
"One of the biggest areas of taboo
for women when discussing sexual enjoyment is admitting to enjoying pain and submission and humiliation. To submit is often to see oneself as being lesser, and most men demand submission, resulting in it being seen as a cop-out, as being lazy and unsatisfying. But if you submit to the right person, a person who understands true domination, and usually a woman, then it can become joyous."
The goddess of seduction laughed when she heard she would have a starring role in Carro's latest chapter, and the laughter titillated Carro's skin like a silken caress. "You don't mind admitting that you service me?"
"Why would I mind?
"Most people don't like sharing what I do to them in the privacy of my temple."
Carro laughed. "I know. But then, I'm not most people."
"I've got a new toy that you might enjoy. It might even be satisfying enough to add a sketch of it into your thesis."
Carro shuddered. "That... might be interesting, seductiveness. Could I see it?"
"It's stood right in the centre of my upper temple, where my adoring crowds await my presence. You'll be on show if you come and see it."
Carro shuddered again, her shaking becoming more pronounced. "I would... like that, seductiveness."
"Do you want me to masque you?"
Carro thought for a moment, then shook her head. "My thesis will be a matter of public record. No. Let people see me."
"What about clothing?"
"No, seductiveness, you may take me naked. I want to be humiliated. I enjoy humiliation, as my chapter describes."
"Very well."
The contraption the goddess took Carro to see looked like an oddly shaped couch with various levers and dials attached at first glance. "What does it do?" Carro asked.
"You'll have to be strapped in to see, my dear," Seduction drawled. Hot eyes from the sea of observers gazed at Carro's naked body appreciatively as she was strapped, belly down, over the couch and various leavers and things were lined up.
Then the goddess stood at Carro's head and turned a crank handle very slowly. A tattoo of slaps from a wooden paddle made her gasp in agonised delight. "For every full turn of the handle my toy paddles your arse thirty times. I thought you might enjoy it," the goddess purred. "Now, I'm going to keep turning. Tell me to stop once you've had enough."
Carro couldn't speak for screaming. Her backside was scarlet and she'd lost count of her orgasms by the time the goddess deemed her done, but instead of untying her completely, she merely turned her over, hoiked her legs high in the air, and altered the angle of attack. "We can't leave any part of your pretty little bottom untouched, now, can we?" she asked.
Carro wet herself as she screamed her way through several more orgasms and was bruised and only half-conscious when the goddess sent her away with a servant. A bath and a touch of healing magic brought Carro back to her senses, and some six hours after she entered the temple, and two hours after the last slap was delivered, she was conscious enough to stagger back to her bed.
Two afternoons later and Carro was still bruised when mistress Rothia read the chapter with clear astonishment on her face. "That really happened?"
"I can show you the bruises if you like?" Carro asked.
The mistress licked her lips. "Yes please. Just so I can bear witness to the... after effects, you understand?"
"Oh, of course," Carro smirked.
Mistress Rothia was astonished at the depth of the bruising on Carro's backside. "When will you go back to see the goddess?"
"I go once a fortnight usually. The gap gives me the time to heal. I did mention that in my chapter."
"Of course you did, but I was... rather distracted when I was reading it. I wondered, dear Carro, would you be my best guide to this aspect of female sexuality or should I go straight to the goddess?"
"I can do it but the goddess is more... complete about such things," Carro admitted, shuddering slightly. The mistress caressed her bruised vulva and Carro moaned softly. "She has certainly completed you," she drawled.
"If you want to go to the goddess, I would love to see the... results," Carro said after a moment. "For comparative purposes, you understand?"
"I have never done such a thing," the mistress admitted. "It unnerves me."
"Tell the goddess you are a virgin to pain. Tell her I inspired you to visit. She will make it an occasion to remember."
Three days later another note was put into Carro's mail slot. "There is something you need to see. For comparative purposes. You have an extra supervision session, this evening after supper. Please bring something so soothe tender skin. Mistress R."
Carro went up to the mistress's office at the appointed time to find the mistress on her feet answering the door. "Not sitting down?" she smirked.
The mistress laughed. "No. The goddess was thorough. How did she make me orgasm whilst slapping me so hard?"
"That's her secret I guess. Did she take you to her upper temple too?"
"Yes."
"And were you masqued?"
"I... no. I wanted the same experience as you had. My dear Carro, I am absolutely adoring this. I never knew that humiliation could be so arousing. But... please help me with my bottom. I can't sit down."
Laughing, Carro locked the door. "Come on, strip off and try and get comfortable on your bed. I'm sure I could make you feel better."
"Don't be afraid of earthy language.
Words are words. Own them. Your vagina, therefore, could be your cunt. Your favourite dildo could be a fake cock or a fake dick. Sex could be fucking. Masturbation sessions could be wanking or having a wank. Your anus could be your arse. Your vulva could be your pussy. No one will stop you. Take pride in the body you have and call it whatever you wish. It is yours, after all."
"I don't think I've ever seen the word `cunt' and `wank' used in a university thesis before," mistress Rothia laughed as she read the chapter on language. Carro had lovingly drawn various anatomical diagrams, copied in person from whores of every species, and had labelled them with all the various words that might be used.
She wanted, the mistress realised, to normalise female sexual desire and to reclaim some of the more grotesque words that men might use for female bodies.
"Well, you certainly enjoy me playing with it, whatever you call it," Carro said as she lifted her head up from her mistress's crotch. She went back down and burrowed her tongue into the delicious-tasting hole making her mistress shriek.
She presently lifted her head up once more. "I have room for a sketch of one more cunt. I haven't included a human yet. I was wondering if I could draw you," she asked.
The mistress was hot and flushed from all the oral manipulations. "Make me orgasm again and I'll think about it," she gasped.
After a very satisfying two hours' worth of sex and several orgasms later, Carro said, "so, in the spirit of the last chapter, lets hear some earthy language." She fingered the mistress's vagina. "What's this?"
"My... cunt" she gasped.
"And what am I doing to it?"
"Finger fucking it."
"And this?" she caressed the mistress's clitoris.
"My clit. Or cherry. Or buuuuuuuutton" she gasped as she orgasmed again.
"And if you were touching yourself you'd be...?"
"Wanking."
"So if I told you to hold me tight, shove your fist into my cunt and fuck me with it you'd...?"
The mistress met Carro's eyes. "I'd shove my fist in..." she began to giggle, "I can't say it, your cunt... and... Carro, you're a bad, bad girl."
"Oh, I know. Now come on, my cunt needs a fist in it."
"If engaging in the glory
of woman-on-woman sex, don't limit yourself to digital manipulation, with the hands and fingers. Consider the tongue, a warm, wet slab of muscle, perfect for flicking and licking and moistening tender skin. Consider the knee, a perfectly rounded pad for pressing heated, aroused flesh gently against the pubic bone. Consider the toes, on some species just as flexible as the fingers. Consider the breasts, a pert pair with large protuberant nipples seemingly a perfect shape to have any number of wonderous things done to them. Use your whole body on her, and encourage her to use her whole body on you."
Carro had engaged three prostitutes, all women she'd enjoyed the attentions of in the past, to come and service her together as a team. But she'd given them a challenge – no hands, no fingers.
The parlour they were using was warm and cosy and Carro was laid on a couch as three sets of warm lips kissed her, three sets of delicious tongues licked her, then they got more and more inventive as Carro gasped and bucked.
She described their attentions at length in her thesis, explaining just how many times she'd orgasmed, and how it had been done.
This chapter definitely required several masturbation sessions to get through, and the three women who were the stars of the chapter liked it so much that they offered Carro a free afternoon's session as a gift for writing about them so lovingly.
Then when the mistress read the same chapter, she requested an introduction to the three, which Carro was only too happy to provide. Mistress Rothia invited Carro along too, since she'd never paid for sex before and was embarrassed to be doing so.
The women were polite and discrete and to the mistress's eyes, surprisingly well dressed. As Carro sat and masturbated across from the mistress's bed, she watched the women licking every inch of the mistress's gloriously youthful body, playing with her tits, one using her own pussy to torment the mistress's nipples in a display of athletic inventiveness that Carro very much appreciated observing, and one, a pixie woman, proceeded to very successfully fuck the mistress, with her feet.
She got in as far as the knees, which Carro was very impressed with indeed.
They went after their time was up, well-paid and with two orgasms each to boot. Carro sat next to where the mistress lounged on the bed. "I'm exhausted. What did they put in my vagina?"
"The pixie woman put her feet in and would have been tickling your cervix with her toes. I told you they were good. And I have some very good sketches of them at work for this chapter of my thesis. I especially liked it when the teafling fucked herself on your nipple."
The mistress giggled. "I liked that too, surprisingly enough."
"There is a place for sex with a man,
but engage with it for its own sake and be aware that it has significant limitations. The best man to have sex with is one whom you pay to do precisely as you ask, no more and no less. The next best is a group, each member of which is being egged on to please you more than their friends managed. The third best is a man who loves you. The fourth is a one-night stand with a man who neither knows you nor cares what you want. The worst, but sadly most frequent, is sex inflicted by force or manipulation, also known as rape, which is neither desired nor enjoyed and is about power rather than pleasure. Because this thesis is about pleasure, this chapter will be limited to experiences of the first three types of male-female sex only."
Carro had needed to do a lot of research for this chapter of her thesis. Firstly she had engaged several male prostitutes and had found that for sufficient money they would indeed do exactly as she asked, though they had to be coached a lot, far more than a woman would.
It actually interested her a great deal to realise that tongues and fingers and the shaft of the penis rubbing the exterior of her vulva were far more satisfying than the main event, that of penetration. Only when she gave them strict instructions, such as `nibble my ear, kiss my neck, then caress my nipples gently, all the while letting the head of your cock nestle against my clitoris,' did she get specific pleasure from the men she paid.
Because she paid them, she naturally had asked them not to orgasm if they could help it until after she had done so several times. She enjoyed hard cock and an attentive man, not a flaccid cock and a sleepy man.
Secondly, she'd found the most licentious dockside inn she could, and a group of, she counted, nineteen men, ravished her through a dozen orgasms, covering her in huge quantities of cum in the process.
This was great fun but was more funny than arousing, Carro concluded. She enjoyed herself because she enjoyed the rudeness, the nudity, the shear depravity of the experience, as opposed to the sex being particularly good. All her orgasms were when they were playing other games or licking her or covering her in cum rather than when she was being penetrated.
The man who loved her was in actual fact her brother. She used a womb-closing spell and had no qualms whatsoever in engaging in incest. Her sister-in-law joined in, and the experience served to enhance and improve their relationship. Though the sex itself wasn't the best, it was loving and did serve to help her understand her brother and his wife more fully, and helped them to understand her.
She'd actually had sex with her brother before this. They'd played together as adolescents, though Carro was always very careful to ensure she used a womb-closing spell and that they did it in private. She was planning on saying in her thesis that he was simply, "a man who loved her" and explaining that their relationship was confidential, alluding perhaps to it being an elicit affair.
Mistress Rothia, of course, got the truth.
"Your... brother? But that's incest."
"Yes. He is also a man and it was done with the full knowledge and consent of his wife, and I used a womb-closing spell. The issue with incest is conception, after all, not the sex act itself."
"I never thought of that. You are right, of course. You speak in the chapter of that being more about love and closeness rather than fun?"
"Yes, it was. I don't particularly enjoy sex with men, it has to be said. They are often more focused on their own pleasure, which, let's face it, is far easier for them to achieve than it is for most women."
"Well your chapter is thorough to say the least. Nineteen men, you say? I noticed you didn't give the name of the inn?"
"No, the innkeeper asked me not to. He said that if there's too much cum goes onto the floor he has to engage a second cleaner to sort it out," Carro giggled.
The mistress giggled too. "What a problem to have. You'll have to tell me the name of the inn. Or perhaps take me down there for a drink tomorrow night. I want a similar selection of experiences as you had."
"That sounds like a splendid idea. But what of the prostitutes?"
"I thought I'd do my comparisons in the opposite order. I'll visit the inn with you tomorrow night, and book to go and see one or two of the prostitutes you mention after that."
"And tonight?"
"Tonight I'm having dinner with my... uncle. Would you like to meet him?"
Carro smiled at her mistress's sudden case of nervousness. "I'd love to."
_"_The most strait-laced matron
might be an animal between the sheets and the most delectable looking young girl might be a virgin with no understanding of sex at all. Do not assume from outward appearances what a woman's sexual proclivities and desires might be. In truth, a mature woman will likely know her body better than a youngster, and will likely be able to give and receive pleasure more successfully, more honestly and more joyously."
Mistress Rothia laughed when she read this chapter. "Is this one about me?"
Carro grinned back. "Maybe. Would it upset you if it was?"
"No. How am I doing?" The mistress flexed her fist gently, making a naked Carro groan in delight as her already stretched vagina throbbed. "You have taught me a lot" she admitted.
"I... have... tried... gods stop it! Make me orgasm already!"
The mistress laughed. "Oh, no, not yet. Lets have a little anatomy test. You can feel my fist, buried deeply into your body, yes?"
"Oh yes."
"Tell me the names of all the bones in the hand of a human. In order."
"Oh, gods... erm... stop flexing like that or I'll never get the words out... the carpals... beginning with the... scaphoid... then the lunate... Ah, gods I'm going to orgasm!"
She grunted through the orgasm that her mistress brought over her, and the older woman laughed. "You got to the lunate. Finish or you'll have my fist in your cunt until suppertime."
She extended one finger and tickled Carro's cervix, making her squeal. "You are a bad woman, mistress," Carro giggled.
"Oh, I know."
Carro gasped out two more bone names before the mistress pushed her fist right into her cervix, making her cry out and orgasm a second time. "Are... you... going to make me orgasm after every two names?"
"Very possibly. You are very, very pliable, dearest Carro. I'm enjoying this tremendously."
It took nine orgasms for Carro to name all the bones to the mistress's satisfaction. She removed her damply wrinkled fist from Carro's sopping cunt as the student lay, gasping on the bed.
"I enjoyed that," she smiled.
"I guessed you did," Carro replied back after a moment. "You are really getting better at this aren't you?"
"Oh yes. And it's all your fault."
"I'm glad to be of service," Carro laughed. "Now, comparison time. Let me get my fist into your cunt and we'll see how many elven hand bones you remember."
"A woman is a woman,
a clitoris is a clitoris, and joy is joy. Don't assume that size, or species, or ability or illness or age detract from a woman's sexual needs. Within the velvet folds of old skin, treasures can be found."
The old dwarf in Carro's bed had been a whore in her youth. For the last ninety years she'd worked as an innkeeper's help and cleaner and hadn't touched nor been touched in a sexual manner in all that time.
She'd come to Carro's bedchamber reluctantly, a reluctance not borne of not wanting sex but of not understanding why Carro wanted her. She huddled under the blanket, feeling foolish and embarrassed at her saggy, wrinkled skin.
"Come on, let me touch, let me see. Please?" Carro begged.
"Why do you want me?"
"I want to see what age does. I want to celebrate that you are still you, though your outward form is not what it was in your youth. Would you begrudge me that?"
The chamber was warm and the woman gradually gave up her grip on the blanket. "You'll have to tell me if anything doesn't feel good anymore," Carro whispered.
Her elderly companion blushed. "It all still feels good. I've just not shared it with anyone for a very long time."
Carro took one of the saggy tits into her hand and massaged it with a feather light touch. She kissed the large brown nipple, making the woman's eyes grow soft and the lightest of gasps escape from her lips. "You like?"
"I always liked breast play."
Before the night was done both women had orgasmed four times. They slept together that night, arms entwined around each other. As they awoke the old woman kissed her young companion warmly. "Thank you. Thank you for a night to remember. You are very good, you know? I never orgasmed four times in a night even in my youth."
"I am glad to be of service," Carro grinned.
Mistress Rothia found herself quite emotional when reading this chapter. "You are far more sensitive to the needs of women, of all women, than I gave you credit for," she said softly.
"I try to be," Carro agreed. "Bodies are bodies and all are glorious. Age is just a number and saggy skin speaks of a life well-lived."
"I was embarrassed at my saggy bits when we first laid together," the mistress said as she trailed her own fingers down Carro's warm brown belly.
"You had no need to be. I love your body just as it is, saggy bits and all."
Carro rolled on top of her bed partner, the mistress's warm nakedness feeling hot under her skin, and kissed her deeply. "I am glad I have helped you in your comfort and your self-knowledge," she whispered.
"I have loved receiving your help," mistress Rothia whispered back.
"When making love
to a woman, the whole body is important, not just the clitoris. Consider the breasts, the nipples, the ears, the neck, the belly, the navel, the bottom, the toes. Kiss it all. Worship it all. Places of pleasure can be found all over the body and can lead to a glorious conclusion if all are given attention."
Mistress Rothia lay on her bed, next to Carro, having orgasmed several times, relaxing in the afterglow of a wonderful afternoon. She had never known that her feet were so sensitive, had never realised that teeth grazing gently on the lobe of her ear would bring her to orgasm without any other stimulation, had never found any other thesis supervision to be quite as satisfying as this one had been.
"You're almost done aren't you?" she asked the student who lay next to her
"Yes. I just need to write the conclusion and it'll be ready to submit."
"I'm going to miss our supervision sessions," the mistress admitted after a few moments.
"You could always come and supervise me at my parlour. I'm opening a centre dedicated to women's pleasure in the outer city soon. I'll give you the address."
"You're going to be a whore?" the mistress asked, surprised.
Carro laughed. "Of course I am. I've just written a thesis on female sexual arousal. What did you think I was going to do with it?"
"My apologies, it's just a well-educated prostitute seems like something of a contradiction in terms."
"Some people say that female sexual arousal is a contradiction in terms," Carro countered.
"You have proved very ably that that is not the case."
Carro moved to lie on top of the mistress and press her knee between the older woman's legs, pushing her clitoris against her pubic bone. "I like to think I've made a difference to the assumptions about women and sex."
The mistress kissed Carro deeply as she allowed the younger woman to restrain her wrists above her head.
"Oh, you've made a difference."
"One more orgasm before I go?"
The mistress pouted. "Just one?"
"To start with," Carro laughed.
The visit
Six months had passed since mistress Rothia had finished the supervision of what had to be the most unique anatomy thesis she'd ever had the joy of supporting. The student, Carro, had graduated with full marks and had, as she had explained, opened a parlour in the outer city, a parlour exclusively dedicated to woman, a parlour that was by all accounts very popular indeed.
The mistress had avoided booking an appointment, though she wasn't sure why. She certainly hadn't felt embarrassed at having hours and hours of rampant, glorious, messy sex with Carro during her supervision sessions, so why should she be embarrassed at paying her for the same experience?
She finally plucked up the courage to book a session, and a very professional older woman who served as a receptionist wrote her name in the diary and took payment. It was expensive but not overly so, and since Carro only took three clients a day, it promised an entire evening of pure pleasure.
The evening arrived and the mistress went to the parlour and Carro called her through. "I'm so glad to see you again. I saw your name in the diary and dearly hoped it was you."
"I couldn't resist. I tried, and embarrassment at paying for sex stopped me for a while, but in the end I couldn't not. I have such good memories of our supervision sessions."
Carro kissed Rothia on the lips, then on the cheek, then on the ear, then on the neck, then she brushed the front of the mistress's dress with warm hands, making her already erect nipples glow.
"Let's lose the dress," Carro suggested softly. "I've got so many wonderful new things to show you."
The next thesis
Two seasons later, mistress Rothia, now a regular client of Carro's, was supervising a young but eager student who was just weeks away from embarking on her thesis. "Have you researched any topics?"
"I have looked at loads, but none of them appeal," the pixie girl pouted. "They all seem to have been done to death. I cannot see a single thing I could add that is new."
"There is... one other topic that might be appropriate," the mistress said softly. "I am usually reluctant to recommend it but..." she got her copy of Carro's thesis down from her bookshelf. "Have a read of this and see if there is anything you could add."
A week later the young student was blushing madly as she went in to see the mistress about her thesis.
"Well? Any thoughts?" mistress Rothia asked as the girl handed a well-thumbed copy of Carro's work back to her mistress.
"I am not convinced that the dimensions of dildo that the author recommended for pixies in chapter three would be entirely suitable, especially not for a virgin," she blurted.
The mistress worked hard to stay professional but couldn't and her face cracked a broad grin. "You might have to investigate what sizes would be suitable, then. Anything else?"
"Ah... the defecation potions suggested in chapter six," the young student grinned back. "I'd like to experiment to see if they work the same way on pixies as they do on other races. And as for chapter seven, I've never heard of a female pixie servicing the goddess of seduction before. It'd be interesting to see what she might do."
"Well they all sound like very worthwhile additions to the first study. I think you have your thesis topic decided."
The girl with her laughed warmly. "I think I might. Could I, ah, get your help with my investigations?"
"I would love to," the mistress smiled. "May I ask, you are a virgin, I'm guessing?"
The girl nodded, embarrassed to admit it. She loved the idea of sex but had never found anyone she trusted enough to experiment with.
"In that case, I'll ask the university to release an experimental fund for you, so that your experiences are pleasurable rather than embarrassing or stressful. The author of this study works in the city and I'm sure she'd be very pleased to assist you in developing your own arguments and experiences."
"You want me to visit a whore?" she asked, slightly shocked.
The mistress chuckled softly. "I thought we could go together. Especially if you want my help with your... investigations."
"Mistress Rothia, I would love that."