rb1956
Lone Wolf
Pp you are one lucky man!!!
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Ella's Obedience
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Thessela
Beloved slavegirl
Oh but look at the whole story. Ella is a lucky woman, she has found what she needs!
kneel_down_ella
Magistrate
i hope Pp posts the next one soon. i've seen what happens and i think everyone will like it!
Thessela
Beloved slavegirl
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
Ella's Return
Ella sits at her desk. She is tired, drained. Physically, emotionally, mentally. From the moment he had held her with his gaze in that private room, then with the bands on her wrists linked together and then, ultimately with the rope around her breasts, her arms pinned to her sides, her wrists bound behind, until the time, some hours later when he did, finally, release her she had felt so completely free to give herself to him.
She thinks back to that first evening in the restaurant, the moment he wrapped the soft curtain cord around her wrists, the weight of responsibility that lifted from her shoulders, the feeling of freedom that she felt. The freedom to pursue her desires without the dilemma, the conflict, the doubt.
There were no doubts in her mind as she leant forwards to take him in her mouth. No doubts as, later, she gave herself to him. She wanted to give her body so completely to him to thank him for setting her free.
The papers on her desk, the email on the screen are both a blur. She cannot focus, her mind is elsewhere, back in the private room, back in his study, her body is free now but, in her mind, she is still tied. There are no doubts now, no dilemma, no conflict between her desire and the morality of her upbringing and the social pressures to be an independent woman, strong, career-focussed. That part of her that needs to submit, to be controlled, to have decisions made for her, has been freed.
Ella is so deep in her thoughts that it is some time before she registers her supervisor's voice in her ear.
"Ella? Ella?"
Ella shakes her head, quickly, trying to clear her thoughts. Her colleague, Thessela, looks up.
"Sorry. I had a, ah, late night. Sorry."
Her supervisor sits beside her. "Ella. Please. You know we're running up against the deadline. And I know it's been tough for all of us since the re-organization. But I do need you to be focusing on your job. We need to get that proposal ready to courier. It's going to be just one more huge effort from all of us and then we can dial back the pressure a bit. Otherwise..." the older woman looks past her own office, down to the corridors of power.
Ella looks around the office, wondering at who else might have noticed her distracted dreaming. Hmmm, Thessela. You've been watching me, wondering.
As the supervisor returns to her office the phone on her desk rings.
Only her replies are heard. Ella can't quite make out the first part, but notices the tone in her supervisor's voice. As if she's speaking to someone especially important. Not just deflecting the usual needling by a client to buy more time for the team.
"...yes, that's true. We're really slipping and it's... when I really need everyone to perform, it seems my best girls are just ... not there. I'm a bit at my wit's end with them."
"Really? I don't see how you... Yes. Thank you Sir."
12. Next Day......In The Office
Ella sits at her desk. She is tired, drained. Physically, emotionally, mentally. From the moment he had held her with his gaze in that private room, then with the bands on her wrists linked together and then, ultimately with the rope around her breasts, her arms pinned to her sides, her wrists bound behind, until the time, some hours later when he did, finally, release her she had felt so completely free to give herself to him.
She thinks back to that first evening in the restaurant, the moment he wrapped the soft curtain cord around her wrists, the weight of responsibility that lifted from her shoulders, the feeling of freedom that she felt. The freedom to pursue her desires without the dilemma, the conflict, the doubt.
There were no doubts in her mind as she leant forwards to take him in her mouth. No doubts as, later, she gave herself to him. She wanted to give her body so completely to him to thank him for setting her free.
The papers on her desk, the email on the screen are both a blur. She cannot focus, her mind is elsewhere, back in the private room, back in his study, her body is free now but, in her mind, she is still tied. There are no doubts now, no dilemma, no conflict between her desire and the morality of her upbringing and the social pressures to be an independent woman, strong, career-focussed. That part of her that needs to submit, to be controlled, to have decisions made for her, has been freed.
Ella is so deep in her thoughts that it is some time before she registers her supervisor's voice in her ear.
"Ella? Ella?"
Ella shakes her head, quickly, trying to clear her thoughts. Her colleague, Thessela, looks up.
"Sorry. I had a, ah, late night. Sorry."
Her supervisor sits beside her. "Ella. Please. You know we're running up against the deadline. And I know it's been tough for all of us since the re-organization. But I do need you to be focusing on your job. We need to get that proposal ready to courier. It's going to be just one more huge effort from all of us and then we can dial back the pressure a bit. Otherwise..." the older woman looks past her own office, down to the corridors of power.
Ella looks around the office, wondering at who else might have noticed her distracted dreaming. Hmmm, Thessela. You've been watching me, wondering.
As the supervisor returns to her office the phone on her desk rings.
Only her replies are heard. Ella can't quite make out the first part, but notices the tone in her supervisor's voice. As if she's speaking to someone especially important. Not just deflecting the usual needling by a client to buy more time for the team.
"...yes, that's true. We're really slipping and it's... when I really need everyone to perform, it seems my best girls are just ... not there. I'm a bit at my wit's end with them."
"Really? I don't see how you... Yes. Thank you Sir."
kneel_down_ella
Magistrate
really hard to focus...and worse, everyone has apparently noticed
can't get last nights images out of my mind. how am i supposed to do boring work stuff today with that going on???
and that's such a weird call from my supervisor...what is she up to?
interesting that thess has noticed. she seems more curious than most
can't get last nights images out of my mind. how am i supposed to do boring work stuff today with that going on???
and that's such a weird call from my supervisor...what is she up to?
interesting that thess has noticed. she seems more curious than most
Thessela
Beloved slavegirl
I can't stop wondering what has happened to Ella!
I must ask her over coffee.
She has changed!
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
Ella's Return
A few moments after her supervisor hangs up Ella's mobile rings. She looks at the number and glances quickly towards that glassed office before answering, "Ella."
That firm voice, "I sense that you are distracted. It is important that you not draw attention to yourself, that you focus on your work. I want you to.."
Ella senses her supervisor watching her as she finishes the call and heads towards the rest room. "Just going to splash some cold water on my face. To try to wake myself up."
On the way back to her desk Ella checks the stationery cupboard. As she bends low, looking for something from the past, a watching Thessela notices something a little different in the lines of her colleague's pencil skirt.
Back at her desk Ella tucks her satin panties into her purse, smoothes her skirt, feeling the cloth against her now bare bottom and sits.
From her office the older woman can see Ella struggling with some red cotton tape, the sort used, once, to bind old files before storage.
She manages, finally using her teeth, to complete three wraps and to tie the red tape around her left wrist.
Thessela wonders what it means but their supervisor smiles behind a hand held to her mouth. She knows what he has done. Ella can now focus, her mind on her work.
13. His Help
A few moments after her supervisor hangs up Ella's mobile rings. She looks at the number and glances quickly towards that glassed office before answering, "Ella."
That firm voice, "I sense that you are distracted. It is important that you not draw attention to yourself, that you focus on your work. I want you to.."
Ella senses her supervisor watching her as she finishes the call and heads towards the rest room. "Just going to splash some cold water on my face. To try to wake myself up."
On the way back to her desk Ella checks the stationery cupboard. As she bends low, looking for something from the past, a watching Thessela notices something a little different in the lines of her colleague's pencil skirt.
Back at her desk Ella tucks her satin panties into her purse, smoothes her skirt, feeling the cloth against her now bare bottom and sits.
From her office the older woman can see Ella struggling with some red cotton tape, the sort used, once, to bind old files before storage.
She manages, finally using her teeth, to complete three wraps and to tie the red tape around her left wrist.
Thessela wonders what it means but their supervisor smiles behind a hand held to her mouth. She knows what he has done. Ella can now focus, her mind on her work.
Thessela
Beloved slavegirl
(Oh no! I know what these "1:1" meetings are like!)
Um, boss, I will speak to Ella and work out what will motivate her ............
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
Perhaps the boss should speak with their supervisor first. The boss may well seek to distract young Thessela himself
and her supervisor is unlikley to want Thessela distracted any more than she is already.
malins
Stumbling Seeker
After one of those meetings, usually you can't sit properly for a week?
But it seems things are being sorted out, by a bit of remote control...
kneel_down_ella
Magistrate
such a simple thing...removing my panties at work. except now i can feel my bare ass against my skirt and i'm fucking turned on
and FUCK thess has noticed. i saw her checking me out.
of course that sends my mind into a fantasy spin, thinking of thess kneeling next to me...
no. focus on work
and FUCK thess has noticed. i saw her checking me out.
of course that sends my mind into a fantasy spin, thinking of thess kneeling next to me...
no. focus on work
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
Think hard here Thessela. Remember the story of curiosity and the pussy.
Or was it curiosity and the cat? Or the cat and its 9 lives? Or was that the cat and its 9 tails? 
Thessela
Beloved slavegirl
Yes Ella, and you don't want that do you!