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Ella's Obedience

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Ella Returns
9. Finally Home​

The tyres crunch on the gravel drive as he pulls the car up near those stairs. He helps Ella out then, as he did on her first visit, enjoys the sight as she walks up the stairs to the door. He has always been aroused by a woman's bottom, especially as buttocks undulate as a knowing woman walks.

Once inside he asks "do you remember the way Ella?"

"To your study Pp or to your.." He cuts her off.

"The study Ella. Go there and wait for me. I will be with you in a few minutes."

He watches as Ella walks down the hall and into his study then he enters a small room, almost a closet, where some security equipment is installed and flicks on a screen showing a grainy black and white image of his study. He sees Ella stand there a moment, undecided, looking around. He senses that she wants to explore, to look into cupboards, drawers, to check the rack behind the door but he is pleased to see her resist and, after a few more moments, kneel beside his chair, cuffed hands on her lap.

He waits a few minutes, still watching, noting how much easier it seems for her to remain still with those leather bands at her wrists. She has a long journey ahead but he is pleased.

When he joins Ella in his study he unclips the short chain that joins the cuffs but leaves the bands in place. Then he asks her to stand and undress.

There is tension there as she responds. Some conflict within herself but, after a moment of thought, she seems to steady herself and begins undressing.

He knows that she remembers her last visit, undressing, kneeling naked before him, gagged with her own panties and her wrists bound. The conflict within herself. Wanting it then but unsure of herself. That conflict remains. She tries to focus on a single theme. I have given him control. This is his decision. No longer my own. And, steadier now, Ella undresses.

The jacket and blouse she hangs on the rack. The skirt is folded and placed on the sideboard. Still facing the sideboard, she pauses then unclips her black bra and, finally, slides her black panties over her still red bottom and down along each slim leg.

Her folded underwear are placed carefully atop her skirt then, bending forwards, away from him, Ella begins to roll down the thigh high stockings.

"Far enough Ella. Leave those in place."

Ella straightens and turns back to face him. As she casts her eyes downwards she sees a coil of rope hanging from his right hand.
 
getting more comfortable with this now...but he asks me to leave my stockings on...hmmmm

still i'll do what he asks. and my excitement rises when i see the rope. i'm going to be tied up again! i try not to show it. have to stay demure and obedient...
 
Ella's Return
10. Bound ..... and Gagged​

He beckons Ella to come to the centre of his study and, as she walks those few steps, her eyes are fixed on the rope coil swinging slowly at his hip.

When she stops he moves behind her and she hears the swish as he flakes the coils out on to the floor. The swishing continues and she begins to wonder how long the rope is and how he plans on binding her but, finally the sound stops.

As she feels his hands and the rope touch her skin, Ella moves her arms just a little away from her sides and she feels him reach around her as he passes a loop from his left hand to his right, around her chest, snug up beneath her breasts.

Ella feels him position the loop in the centre of her back and the swishing continues as he feeds the long loose end of the rope through the loop. Then another wrap, four circles of rope now below her breasts and she feels his hand cup one breast then the other as her positions those circles snug beneath them.

She shivers at the warmth of his hands at each breast and the feel of the rope snugged up beneath them. A shiver but a warmth spreads through her and she feels each nipples harden.

Then his hands at her back and the swish again. A sharp burn as the rope slides against her skin. She winces and he pauses, shifting his fingers beneath the rope before continuing.

He separates the two strands and takes one over each of the woman's shoulders, down between her breasts, between rope and skin then back, over her shoulders. Lifting those circles closer, lifting her breasts too. More swishing as he pulls the rope through itself then his arms around her again. One pass, two and four circles now wrap above her holding her breasts down, firm against the other circles beneath.

"Arms close Ella," and she feels two more passes around her and now her upper arms are pinned firmly to her sides.

More twining of loose rope at her back before Ella feels a hand grip her left wrist and raise it behind her back. Her right wrist too, a few turns of rope and it is done.

Pp guides Ella to his arm chair and, with gentle pressure on her shoulder she drops to one knee, then both. He touches her thigh and Ella shuffles, spreading her knees so wide apart.

"Just one more thing Ella," and she sees his right hand reach into the side pocket of his jacket and reappear with a familiar black silk scarf.

He throws a deft loop and threads one end around the other, through the loop and a thick knot forms in the centre. As he reaches towards her Ella opens her mouth. The knot first between her lips then deeper, the ends behind her head, tied, tightly.

Pp pours himself a small whisky, sits in his chair and takes up a tablet from the small side table.

"I need to write for a while Ella. I know that you still struggle with some doubts but the rope gives you freedom from that struggle."

As he turns to his tablet the man sees the young woman's breasts begin to rise and fall as she breathes deeply, slowly. Her eyes glaze as, freed of her struggle, she submerges into her thoughts.
 
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bound. gagged.

i let my mind wander. i am freed by the ropes. i am quite happy kneel quietly for now...loving the heat in my pussy. the only struggle i have is not to moan against the cloth in my mouth

but it is not really a struggle. there is joy in being silent and submissive and obedient
 
kneel_down_ella said:
bound. gagged.

i let my mind wander. i am freed by the ropes. i am quite happy kneel quietly for now...loving the heat in my pussy. the only struggle i have is not to moan against the cloth in my mouth

but it is not really a struggle. there is joy in being silent and submissive and obedient
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...the ropes shall set you free...
 
Primus pilus said:
Ella's Return
10. Bound ..... and Gagged​

He beckons Ella to come to the centre of his study and, as she walks those few steps, her eyes are fixed on the rope coil swinging slowly at his hip.

When she stops he moves behind her and she hears the swish as he flakes the coils out on to the floor. The swishing continues and she begins to wonder how long the rope is and how he plans on binding her but, finally the sound stops.

As she feels his hands and the rope touch her skin, Ella moves her arms just a little away from her sides and she feels him reach around her as he passes a loop from his left hand to his right, around her chest, snug up beneath her breasts.

Ella feels him position the loop in the centre of her back and the swishing continues as he feeds the long loose end of the rope through the loop. Then another wrap, four circles of rope now below her breasts and she feels his hand cup one breast then the other as her positions those circles snug beneath them.

She shivers at the warmth of his hands at each breast and the feel of the rope snugged up beneath them. A shiver but a warmth spreads through her and she feels each nipples harden.

Then his hands at her back and the swish again. A sharp burn as the rope slides against her skin. She winces and he pauses, shifting his fingers beneath the rope before continuing.

He separates the two strands and takes one over each of the woman's shoulders, down between her breasts, between rope and skin then back, over her shoulders. Lifting those circles closer, lifting her breasts too. More swishing as he pulls the rope through itself then his arms around her again. One pass, two and four circles now wrap above her holding her breasts down, firm against the other circles beneath.

"Arms close Ella," and she feels two more passes around her and now her upper arms are pinned firmly to her sides.

More twining of loose rope at her back before Ella feels a hand grip her left wrist and raise it behind her back. Her right wrist too, a few turns of rope and it is done.

Pp guides Ella to his arm chair and, with gentle pressure on her shoulder she drops to one knee, then both. He touches her thigh and Ella shuffles, spreading her knees so wide apart.

"Just one more thing Ella," and she sees his right hand reach into the side pocket of his jacket and reappear with a familiar black silk scarf.

He throws a deft loop and threads one end around the other, through the loop and a thick knot forms in the centre. As he reaches towards her Ella opens her mouth. The knot first between her lips then deeper, the ends behind her head, tied, tightly.

Pp pours himself a small whisky, sits in his chair and takes up a tablet from the small side table.

"I need to write for a while Ella. I know that you still struggle with some doubts but the rope gives you freedom from that struggle."

As he turns to his tablet the man sees the young woman's breasts begin to rise and fall as she breathes deeply, slowly. Her eyes glaze as, freed of her struggle, she submerges into her thoughts.
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Well, Ella may have to be patient but I for one am glad that he takes time out to write!
 
Wragg134 said:
Well, Ella may have to be patient but I for one am glad that he takes time out to write!
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And as Pp writes he takes inspiration from the young woman kneeling there and from her replies and from the comments of others.
But another has also provided inspiration that must be acknowledged. Tree has sent Pp some carefully selected images that reflect what might occur in upcoming episodes of Ella's journey. For the moment Pp will use these as inspiration and will try to rely on words to describe her journey but some of Tree's images will help illustrate this part of Ella's journey when the pdf is put together.
Sincere thanks Tree.
 
malins said:
(please do concentrate on your work though when you get back to that office. I know it's hard... but you wouldn't want everyone to notice what's going on... )
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An astute observation. Thessela certainly noticed Ella's distraction when Ella returned from leave. And this is mid-week. Will Ella again show her distraction when she is back at work tomorrow?
 
Ella's Return
11. Near Climax​

As he works, Pp glances at her often, pausing now and then to watch her for extended periods. Occasionally she moves a little, adjusting her position slightly, relieving some small discomfort but she seems deep in thought, oblivious to his presence, a warmth clearly rising within her.

After perhaps 15 minutes he notices a change. Ella's breathing is a little shallower, slightly ragged and there is a gentle sound rising in her throat. Her bottom clenches against her heels and her thigh and belly muscles also seem to be contracting rhythmically. She is lost in the eroticism of the moment, in the freedom her bondage allows her mind.

He gives her a few moments, letting her arousal build before his voice breaks through her reverie, "Ella." Then he touches her shoulder and, more sharply, "Ella!"

She starts. Her thoughts and the rising arousal she is experiencing abruptly interrupted.

"Come back Ella. Kneel here beside me rather than drift elsewhere in your mind. I will be finished with my writing soon and I want you with me."

Pp returns to his tablet and taps away for a few more minutes at a time. Not long but enough to challenge the woman to stay with him, focussed on him rather than withdraw so deeply into herself again. Each time he pauses a word, her name, firm, to hold her.

"Ella!" And, each time, the young woman stirs to consciousness.

Eventually, finished with his writing, he puts the tablet down.

He sits forward on his chair and swivels on her. He reaches forwards and unties the knot holding the gag in place and removes the silk cloth. It is wet, soaked with her saliva. Ella works her jaw, easing it after it has been held wide for so long.

Then his fingers lower his flies and he adjusts his trousers.

One word. No request, no command. Just her name.

"Ella."

She knows what she must do. What she wants to do. To begin to thank him for bring her along this road.

She leans forward, opening her mouth wide.
 
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Primus pilus said:
Ella's Return
11. Near Climax​

As he works, Pp glances at her often, pausing now and then to watch her for extended periods. Occasionally she moves a little, adjusting her position slightly, relieving some small discomfort but she seems deep in thought, oblivious to his presence, a warmth clearly rising within her.

After perhaps 15 minutes he notices a change. Ella's breathing is a little shallower, slightly ragged and there is a gentle sound rising in her throat. Her bottom clenches against her heels and her thigh and belly muscles also seem to be contracting rhythmically. She is lost in the eroticism of the moment, in the freedom her bondage allows her mind.

He gives her a few moments, letting her arousal build before his voice breaks through her reverie, "Ella." Then he touches her should and, more sharply, "Ella!"

She starts. Her thoughts and the rising arousal she is experiencing interrupted.

"Come back Ella. Kneel here beside me rather than drift elsewhere in your mind. I will be finished with my writing soon and I want you with me."

Pp returns to his tablet and taps away for a few more minutes at a time. Not long but enough to challenge the woman to stay with him, focussed on him rather than withdraw so deeply into herself again. Each time he pauses a word, her name, firm, to hold her.

"Ella!" And, each time, the young woman stirs to consciousness.

Eventually, finished with his writing, he puts the tablet down.

He sits forward on his chair and swivels on her. He reaches forwards and unties the knot holding the gag in place and removes the silk cloth. It is wet, soaked with her saliva. Ella works her jaw, easing it after it has been held wide for so long.

Then his fingers lower his flies and he adjusts his trousers.

One word. No request, no command. Just her name.

"Ella."

She knows what she must do. What she wants to do. To begin to thank him for bring her along this road.

She leans forward, opening her mouth wide.
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You bastard...

yes I am buying this round...

Tree
 
i'm woozy. lost within myself

i lick my lips as he takes the gag out. seems a shame...being gagged makes me feel complete. i like having something in my mouth

fortunately i know how to remedy that. and what better way to repay him than in the position i'm in, bound and kneeling?

i take him...
 
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