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Ella's Obedience

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rb1956 said:
excellent job Pp...i assume our Ella feels better now!!!
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Well, rb, Ella's response seems to tell us so little of how she really feels :D .

But, Pp was there at the time :devil: and he does remember that Ella did seem quite happy. She wasn't smiling and her words were so very difficult to understand ;) but she did have a certain look of pleasure in her eyes and on her face :D.
 
Primus pilus said:
Well, rb, Ella's response seems to tell us so little of how she really feels :D .

But, Pp was there at the time :devil: and he does remember that Ella did seem quite happy. She wasn't smiling and her words were so very difficult to understand ;) but she did have a certain look of pleasure in her eyes and on her face :D.
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I realize you are an artist, Pp, but should we really care what she thinks. She comes back for more of your attention without sharing what she thinks.

I fear she uses you!!!

Tree
 
thehangingtree said:
I realize you are an artist, Pp, but should we really care what she thinks. She comes back for more of your attention without sharing what she thinks.

I fear she uses you!!!

Tree
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Ella is, for personal reasons, unable to be here very often. As a condition of her submission, Pp has the right to speak on her behalf when He deems it necessary.
When Ella can be here Pp will allow her to share her own thoughts if He deems those thoughts fit for publication but, when she cannot, Pp will speak for her.
 
Ella's thoughts are an inspiration for other subs and slavegirls,
it's a great help that you allow her to share them with us, Pp :)
(I guess the personal reason why she doesn't often speak for herself
is she's got this thing about gags :p)
 
Ella's Return
22. Monday​

Ella is at her desk early. The weekend a blur of new experiences but he had delivered her home early and she had slept so well.

There are raised voices from their supervisor's office and, as she has heard before, it sounds as though her supervisor is standing up for the office and herself. Ella gets up and makes her way to the water cooler where she hear more, her supervisor's voice not loud but strong, firm.

"Look at where that empty shell in a suit got you. You dislike my style? Well just remember it was you who called me on shortest notice to fix up this mess for you because in a situation like this you need someone who thinks outside of the box. So I look a bit different and refuse an office uniform, well, I am doing the job you needed. Take it or leave it."

The young woman can't hear the manager's reply but he seems placated as he leaves. Once he has gone, her supervisor calls Ella into her office. There has been no sign of Thessela. Just a phone call. She is unwell. Just needs a day to recover. No, she doesn't need to see a doctor. Back tomorrow. Sorry Ella but you will have to help cover.

As Ella turns to leave a sleeve pulls back and her supervisor notices an unobtrusive soft leather band circling the young woman's left wrist. It barely shows below the cuff and could pass for a decorative bracelet but the older woman, as much as Ella, knows its true meaning. She looks discretely at Ella's right wrist. No, nothing there. A pair would look obvious. He is careful.

She is grateful to him. With no Thessela and a pile of documents from the weekend traders she needs Ella's mind on her job. She checks the time. He will call soon.

As the supervisor sits at her desk her mind wanders too. She knows Ella's distraction, Ella's struggle. She knows the distraction will pass as Ella slowly accepts her true nature.

The ringing phone brings her back. "Yes."

"Yes. Much better today. More focussed and I am one down so I need her on track."

"Me? You always know. Just a small confrontation. I have myself under control ... for now."

"I will Sir."

The woman looks out at Ella. She closes her eyes. She knows him well and she knows of the journey he has begun with a few special women. She knows how far he has taken some.

Which of the paths he offers will Ella choose? How far will he take her?
 
easier to focus today than i thought it would be...the weekend is a blur but i find i can bury myself in my work

my thoughts do however keep returning to thess...what part does she have to play in this?

every so often i feel the band shift beneath my blouse cuff when i move my arm, reminding me of my new life...
 
Primus pilus said:
Ella's Return
22. Monday​

Ella is at her desk early. The weekend a blur of new experiences but he had delivered her home early and she had slept so well.

There are raised voices from their supervisor's office and, as she has heard before, it sounds as though her supervisor is standing up for the office and herself. Ella gets up and makes her way to the water cooler where she hear more, her supervisor's voice not loud but strong, firm.

"Look at where that empty shell in a suit got you. You dislike my style? Well just remember it was you who called me on shortest notice to fix up this mess for you because in a situation like this you need someone who thinks outside of the box. So I look a bit different and refuse an office uniform, well, I am doing the job you needed. Take it or leave it."

The young woman can't hear the manager's reply but he seems placated as he leaves. Once he has gone, her supervisor calls Ella into her office. There has been no sign of Thessela. Just a phone call. She is unwell. Just needs a day to recover. No, she doesn't need to see a doctor. Back tomorrow. Sorry Ella but you will have to help cover.

As Ella turns to leave a sleeve pulls back and her supervisor notices an unobtrusive soft leather band circling the young woman's left wrist. It barely shows below the cuff and could pass for a decorative bracelet but the older woman, as much as Ella, knows its true meaning. She looks discretely at Ella's right wrist. No, nothing there. A pair would look obvious. He is careful.

She is grateful to him. With no Thessela and a pile of documents from the weekend traders she needs Ella's mind on her job. She checks the time. He will call soon.

As the supervisor sits at her desk her mind wanders too. She knows Ella's distraction, Ella's struggle. She knows the distraction will pass as Ella slowly accepts her true nature.

The ringing phone brings her back. "Yes."

"Yes. Much better today. More focussed and I am one down so I need her on track."

"Me? You always know. Just a small confrontation. I have myself under control ... for now."

"I will Sir."

The woman looks out at Ella. She closes her eyes. She knows him well and she knows of the journey he has begun with a few special women. She knows how far he has taken some.

Which of the paths he offers will Ella choose? How far will he take her?
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Terrific to see Ella's prayer answered so.....majestically!

Beautifully told tale by both Pp and Ella, and I too, watch Thess with interest....
 
Ella's Return
23. Tuesday
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On Tuesday morning Thessela is at work when Ella arrives. Their supervisor too, always in so very early and the last to leave. But, as Ella looks about, she is taken by the way both are dressed. Thess is dressed quite formally and their supervisor, today, wears a bright blouse over a long, full skirt that sways as she walks.

"Everyone's a bit dressed up today. Thess so formal but that scarf clashes, and the boss, really, is she trying to stick her 'I'm so unconventional' routine right in our face today? Maybe it was that meeting yesterday. Hmm, maybe sticking it in the faces of those upstairs and not in ours."

She greets Ella hesitantly. Ella's reply is terse and Thess looks away, her eyes down, staring blankly at her desk top and thinks quietly to herself, "it took courage for me to come in today Ella. Courage to face my own failing. Please don't reject me now." And she looks up at Ella and, with a little strength there in her voice, "Ella? We need to talk."

The woman stands at her office door and claps her hands. "Come on girls. Deadlines!"

Ella nods, "later? OK?" and cups her chin in her hands and closes her eyes, steeling herself to face the work on her desk. As she does she starts at a noise behind her. Swish, swish. Memories flood back, the slit skirt, the ankle bands, the welt just showing.

"Come on Ella. Time to start."

There is another swish of that long skirt as her supervisor turns away. Ella starts at that sound and She shakes her head. "No. It couldn't be her. Not her. So confident, so in charge. No. Not Madeleine. God Ella, you heard her stand up to that manager yesterday, what were you thinking?"

Ella realises that this is probably the first time she has thought of the woman as anything other than her supervisor. Ella was only in the office for a couple of weeks after that bastard of a male boss propositioned her in that bar. There were rumours beginning. Of women he had harassed. Of suspect deals, unusual accounting. Sleeping dogs waking at the SEC. He disappeared while she was on leave and, when she came back, Madeleine was there in his place.

The woman is good at her job, smart, so much sharper than the graduates who would lord it over the office staff. She is a good boss, a real buffer between those upstairs and the office staff. She sets tough but reasonable deadlines. Coaches the women and has given them opportunities.

But she has given the girls free rein around their office dress. It has to be smart and business-like but she herself has dispensed with that uniform that Ella always prefers. White blouse and jacket, smart grey pencil skirt. And Ella knows that she looks good in it and enjoys dressing that way.

Look at her today. She does dress stylishly but she wears that long, ankle-length skirt. And, immediately, that image is there in her mind again. The long skirt split, the ankle bands, and that glimpse of a welt across the woman's thighs.

Ella remembers her own bands, the ones He presented to her and fitted, personally as acceptance of her submission. She remembers the feel, of the crop and of the welts across her own bottom. And she feels that familiar warmth begin down there, deep between her own thighs. Before it climbs she grasps her own banded wrist and holds tight. Please Sir. Please help this girl. And, with the thought of Him beside her, Ella slowly calms and the image of those long legs fades.

And, as she begins on the pile of reports on her desk, she feels that someone is looking at her. She doesn't need to look around. She knows it is Thessela.
 
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Primus pilus said:
Ella's Return
22. Monday
​
On Tuesday morning Thessela is at work when Ella arrives. Their supervisor too, always in so very early and the last to leave. But, as Ella looks about, she is taken by the way both are dressed. Thess is dressed quite formally and their supervisor, today, wears a bright blouse over a long, full skirt that sways as she walks.

"Everyone's a bit dressed up today. Thess so formal but that scarf clashes, and the boss, really, is she trying to stick her 'I'm so unconventional' routine right in our face today? Maybe it was that meeting yesterday. Hmm, maybe sticking it in the faces of those upstairs and not in ours."

She greets Ella hesitantly. Ella's reply is terse and Thess looks away, her eyes down, staring blankly at her desk top and thinks quietly to herself, "it took courage for me to come in today Ella. Courage to face my own failing. Please don't reject me now." And she looks up at Ella and, with a little strength there in her voice, "Ella? We need to talk."

The woman stands at her office door and claps her hands. "Come on girls. Deadlines!"

Ella nods, "later? OK?" and cups her chin in her hands and closes her eyes, steeling herself to face the work on her desk. As she does she starts at a noise behind her. Swish, swish. Memories flood back, the slit skirt, the ankle bands, the welt just showing.

"Come on Ella. Time to start."

There is another swish of that long skirt as her supervisor turns away. Ella starts at that sound and She shakes her head. "No. It couldn't be her. Not her. So confident, so in charge. No. Not Madeleine. God Ella, you heard her stand up to that manager yesterday, what were you thinking?"

Ella realises that this is probably the first time she has thought of the woman as anything other than her supervisor. Ella was only in the office for a couple of weeks after that bastard of a male boss propositioned her in that bar. There were rumours beginning. Of women he had harassed. Of suspect deals, unusual accounting. Sleeping dogs waking at the SEC. He disappeared while she was on leave and, when she came back, Madeleine was there in his place.

The woman is good at her job, smart, so much sharper than the graduates who would lord it over the office staff. She is a good boss, a real buffer between those upstairs and the office staff. She sets tough but reasonable deadlines. Coaches the women and has given them opportunities.

But she has given the girls free rein around their office dress. It has to be smart and business-like but she herself has dispensed with that uniform that Ella always prefers. White blouse and jacket, smart grey pencil skirt. And Ella knows that she looks good in it and enjoys dressing that way.

Look at her today. She does dress stylishly but she wears that long, ankle-length skirt. And, immediately, that image is there in her mind again. The long skirt split, the ankle bands, and that glimpse of a welt across the woman's thighs.

Ella remembers her own bands, the ones He presented to her and fitted, personally as acceptance of her submission. She remembers the feel, of the crop and of the welts across her own bottom. And she feels that familiar warmth begin down there, deep between her own thighs. Before it climbs she grasps her own banded wrist and holds tight. Please Sir. Please help this girl. And, with the thought of Him beside her, Ella slowly calms and the image of those long legs fades.

And, as she begins on the pile of reports on her desk, she feels that someone is looking at her. She doesn't need to look around. She knows it is Thessela.
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2 x "22. Monday"???
or
"23. Tuesday"?
 
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