• Sign up or login, and you'll have full access to opportunities of forum.

Ella's Obedience

Go to CruxDreams.com
Ella's Return
14. Thessela's Questions​

Thessela keeps a close watch on Ella and how her colleague seems distracted for the first hour or so each day before a phone call that seems to change her.

Each day, just after morning coffee break, a call to Ella's mobile phone and a furtive walk back from the rest room. On Thursday Thessela guesses that her colleague has removed her panties again. On Friday Thessela thinks Ella's blouse hangs a little differently over the young woman's breasts and she knows Ella removed her bra too. It has Thessela thinking; the phone calls, Ella's immediate response and the change in her.

But Ella's supervisor notices something more about the young woman she supervises. Each day, after Ella returns from the rest room, the young woman has something different on her left wrist. A watch with a wide leather band, tightly buckled one day, a braided leather loop, snug enough to leave a red imprint of the braid pattern, the next.

These are barely noticeable, quite discrete, and would be missed by a casual observer. But, to Ella, each is a symbol of his control over her.

Thessela curiosity is burning and, at lunch she tries to broach things with Ella. "You saw him again a few nights ago Ella. Didn't you? That man you met before your holiday. The one I heard you calling the other day."

"Why do you ask Thess?"

"There is something so different about you Ella. There was something there after you first met him, before you went on holiday, but now it seems much stronger. You seem so distracted each morning then you get a phone call and everything changes. You sneak off to the restroom and, well, I know you.."

Ella feels warmth rise through her face and she knows that she is blushing.

"Not now Thess. After work. Can we have a drink? I am not sure I can explain or whether I really want to but, just between us?"

"Sure Ella. I just..I am not sure...need to understand something. That's all."

Then Ella's mobile rings. She glances at the number and apologises. "Sorry Thess, I need to get this," as she darts back to the safety of her desk.

"Yes Pp? The weekend? I think.." she hesitates, then "Yes Pp. I will be free."

"Yes Pp. I know that I am not to touch myself. I was too weak last time. I have learned that lesson."

"I do Pp. Yes, it still fits. But why?"

"Sorry Pp. It is not my place to ask why. Saturday."

Ella is puzzled at his final request but that does not affect her decision.

She knew when he called that her decision was already made.
 
Thessela said:
Another phone call.
I am so curious now, it is killing me!
Click to expand...
Eulalia said:
and not just you Thes ;)
Click to expand...
Wragg134 said:
Curiosity killed the....,well, you know.

Curiosity has got people crucified on here before today! :eek:
Click to expand...
rb1956 said:
be careful of what you wish for!!!
Click to expand...
Well perhaps, to keep Thessela's attention elsewhere while she waits to hear more of Ella's phone call, she might need something to keep her busy.

The Enslavement of Thessela http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/the-enslavement-of-thessela.4978/
 
Last edited:
shit...thess knows

she might not know exactly what is happening but she knows something is different.

i'm going to have to tell her. but how??? how much do i say???

do i tell her i met someone? well she obviously knows that...do i tell her what we do?

maybe i should start from the begninning and tell her about that first night when i met Pp. when he showed me how to kneel in the church, with my wrists crossed. when i bowed my head to pray. thess will understand that, as she knows my faith. from there it should be easy...

oh god now i'm turned on again
 
Ella's Return
15. Can Ella Explain?​

All through the afternoon Ella has thought of little else. That night, yes, and the coming weekend but also of how she would explain this to her colleague and friend. Two, three times, her supervisor has walked past asking, each time, whether there is some problem. Each time Ella has explained away her distraction as trying to think through the language in a document she is editing.

Can she put Thessela off? Delay this? Avoid talking about it all together? But, at the end of that day, she looks up to find Thessela standing beside her, jacket and bag in hand.

"Ready for that drink Ella?"

No avoiding it now.

"OK Thess. Just let me tidy up."

In the bathroom Ella looks at herself in the mirror. That her breasts are bra-less is clear, apparent to anyone. That she is also bare beneath her skirt is not. She wonders whether she should replace her underwear but, in the absence of any instruction from him, she does not.

Ella splashes her face, wondering whether she is just trying to freshen up or delaying the inevitable. She wants to try to explain, maybe it will help her to understand herself. She exhales, sharply. Yes.

The two young women find a bar nearby. Not the one where Ella first saw that older man but one smaller, quieter, where they are less likely to be seen by colleagues. They order drinks and find a table against a wall, secluded, private.

For a while neither woman speaks. Ella's eyes are fixed on her drink, avoiding this as long as she can. Thessela's are fixed on Ella, probing, wanting so much to know but so afraid to ask.

Finally Thessela finds the courage. "Ella? Who is he?"

Ella looks up. She can no longer avoid her colleague and she begins to talk. She is careful and skirts around the details but, slowly, she gives Thessela a taste of what has happened.

Thessela listens, wide-eyed, her breathing giving away her intense interest.
 
Last edited by a moderator:
i tell her as much as i dare. the church, the meals we've had together...what he makes me do

i try to emphasise how much i want it. i tell that i feel at peace when i kneel. she is wide eyed as she listens to me talk about ropes and gags...
and i can tell she wants to know more
 
As I listen to Ella, I lose myself in what she says.
In the picture she paints.
It has profoundly changed her!
She glows with it!
I find myself wanting to know more.
I wonder what it would be like to try it myself ............
 
This is getting extremely interesting. Ella is completely drawn in. Thessela senses something profound has happened. She stands, as if at a door, wondering if it will open, wondering if she dares go through it if it does.

Beautifully set up, Pp, and lovely embellishments by Ella and Thess.
 
rb1956 said:
be careful both of you.!!!
Click to expand...
Or throw caution to the wind :devil:

Jollyrei said:
This is getting extremely interesting. Ella is completely drawn in. Thessela senses something profound has happened. She stands, as if at a door, wondering if it will open, wondering if she dares go through it if it does.
Beautifully set up, Pp, and lovely embellishments by Ella and Thess.
Click to expand...
Thanks Jollyrei. Yes, Ella's story is at an interesting stage. She is about to spend a full weekend with that man while Thessela wonders. ;) Let's hope Thessela does nothing impetuous. :eek: That would be so out of character, wouldn't it? :D

But you are so right. The notes from Ella and Thess add that very special embellishment that the man cannot.
 
Ella's Return
16. Ella's Weekend - Saturday Morning​

Ella had not slept well as erotic threads flooded her dreams. She struggled to obey his clear instruction as she showered. So aroused, the warmth spreading upwards though her body. Another dilemma. If I weaken, disobey, he will know and I will be punished.

As Ella fights herself she remembers his disappointment at her weakness. Deep, inside, she remembers the hurt of that. His disappointment in her was worse than any chastisement. She wants to please him.

But she also remembers kneeling then bending forwards across his lap, breasts crushed against his hard thighs. The feeling of cool air on her skin as her panties were lowered, his stinging hand on her bottom and the warmth she felt as she pulled her panties over her reddened bottom, smoothed down her skirt and sat again. Does she want that again? Should she disobey to test that?

Which? Disobey, ease her growing arousal and risk that delicious feeling again? Or obey, knowing her release, when it comes, will be intense?

For a few moments Ella wraps her right hand around her left wrist. That tool he has given her. That reminder. She closes her eyes, breathes deeply, then dresses, so very careful not to allow her own hands to dwell. Anywhere.

He has sent a driver and limousine and the driver met Ella at her door. He takes the small bag and the covered clothes hanger she carries and, gripping her elbow firmly, escorts the young woman to the car. The driver opens the rear door and guides the young woman onto the leather bench before pointing to a white envelope in the seat pocket and standing back.

Ella's name has been hand-written in what she knows as fountain pen and ink. Old-fashioned perhaps but personal. She opens the envelope.

Ella,
from the moment you entered the car you are in my care. You will follow my instructions knowing that.

My driver will bring you to me but, on the way, he will stop briefly in a secure and discrete location.

When he does you will undress completely. You will fold your clothes and place them in the bag beneath the seat. In the seat pocket you will find a pair of handcuffs. When you have finished you will place those on your wrists. From the moment your wrists are bound you will keep your thighs parted whenever you are seated or kneeling.

When you arrive you will climb the stairs to the front door and wait until I come for you. The driver will attend to your bag and your clothes.
Pp​

Ella lets herself relax back into the plush upholstery, eyes closed, wondering what he might have in store for her over the weekend. After a short time her rising warmth is interrupted as she feels the car slow then stop. It is time to follow his instructions. She glances at the driver and can only see the back of his head. He seems to be paying Ella no attention at all. The rear compartment is roomy and, soon, Ella feels the warm leather beneath her bottom. She reaches into the seat pocket and feels the cool steel in her fingers.

In front? Or behind? His note did not say. One wrist. The metallic click reassuring. She closes her eyes a moment. Don't try to think about it Ella. Don't try to guess his preference. Just know it. And Ella puts her arms behind her back and feels with her hands and fingers. Then that second click. Ella eases herself back on the seat, her hands wedged between with leather and the swell of her bottom. Then his third instruction. Ella looks to the driver. She can only see the back of his head. She wonders whether he watches in the rear vision mirror but she has no choice but to obey. Dutifully the young woman spreads her thighs apart, feeling her sex open a little against the leather seat beneath. Already warm, already moist.

"Ready Miss?" And the engine growls as her journey to him continues.

That familiar crunch of tyres on gravel tells Ella that the car has arrived at Pp's home. She waits, knowing that the driver will open the door for her. As he does Ella blinks at the sunlight, bright after the car's interior kept dim by the heavily tinted windows.

The driver helps Ella from the car. She stands, ashamed at this moment of public nudity, wondering whether he will remove the handcuffs but he shakes his head and escorts her to the first step. She wonders whether the driver will watch her climb the stairs as Pp has done before and she feels the burn of humiliation. Pp has only watched her bottom working beneath her skirt as she does. This stranger would see her bottom bare and. at each step, her sex exposed. She hesitates but the need to obey his instructions, to please him, guides her steps.

Once on the patio Ella walks steadily to the door. There is a bell but she has no way of pressing the button, no way of telling him that she is here.

Ella trusts that he knows and kneels on the warm paving, her thighs widespread, eyes downcast, her handcuffed wrists behind her back.
 
Very powerful, and beautifully told, PP.
This story is going to be quite a journey of discovery for our dear Ella (and Thess too I suspect :) )
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom