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Primus pilus said:
she starts at a noise behind her. Swish, swish. Memories flood back, the slit skirt, the ankle bands, the welt just showing.... 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. ...Ella realises that this is probably the first time she has thought of the woman as anything other than her supervisor. ...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.
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Now is somebody playing mind-games here?

On the face of it, that's a ridiculous thought.
That this woman could be...
Weekdays - supervisor. At the office. Sometimes so nonchalantly running rings around those Harvard MBA's.
Weekends - servant at the house of Pp? Submissive, near silent in discipline and devotion?
No no no, this time, that's just got to be Ella's imagination running away with her.
but if it where for a moment thought to be true...

Eulalia said:
Just introduce your supervisor to CruxForums, then she'll get a life! :p
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... she would have two lives already, and getting a third to juggle along with the others might be asking too much ;)
 
Primus pilus said:
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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concentrating today is hard, and it's even harder knowing that i'm going to have to deal with this thess thing...is she ready for this???

although i admit it is erotic, imagining us bound together...

i do know that we'll have to make her presentable. she'll need to dress properly if she's going to meet Him.
 
Ella's Return
24. Tuesday Afternoon​

The girls work hard during the morning but exchanges between Ella and Thess are brief, terse. As they break for lunch a nervous Thess asks, "Ella, are you mad at me?"

"Yeah, a bit. We got slammed yesterday and you weren't around. We had to handle your work."

"Sorry Ella. But," and, as she leans closer to her colleague her scarf slips and Ella can see a dark bruise on Thessela's throat that looks for all the world like the distinct imprint of a thumb and four fingers.

"Come on Thess. You've got some explaining to do. Why couldn't you make it in?"

Thess sobs. "Ella, I, I, made a bad decision. Can we talk after work?"

Ella softens and touches Thessela's arm. "Of course Thess. Of course. That quiet bar?"

Thessela nods. "Thanks Ella. Thanks."

Through the afternoon glances often at her colleague, that purple bruise etched in her mind. She thinks of her own bottom, reddened by His hand, stinging, and how she was reminded of it when she sat with Him through dinner. Then afterwards, accepting His crop. Oh god that hurt. But she also remembers the warmth that flushed through her whole body and how she strained to position herself for the crop to strike lower and to work herself against that leather-topped bench.

Yes, it hurt, but she accepted it willingly and found the deep pleasure, the overwhelming desire for orgasm, that He had built within her.

And she realises what Thess has tried. What that bruise means. And how her own experience has been so very, very different.

After work the two young women walk the short distance to that quiet bar. Ella buys drinks and they settle at a secluded table. Thess sips her drink nervously, reluctant to begin. Ella reaches across and takes her friend's hands. Ella is blunt, direct, "what the hell did you do Thess?"

Thess swallows. "I am sorry about not coming in yesterday Ella. I, I just couldn't face you. I couldn't get out of bed. I just stayed buried under the quilt and hid from everything. I, I, .." Thess hesitates again, takes a deep breath. "Ella, I saw what you had and I tried to find that myself. I called a man. Someone I had heard about and went to meet him on Saturday." Thess pauses and takes a mouthful of her drink before she can continue. "Ella, I told him what I thought about trying, what my limits were. Just to try, you know?" Thess shakes her head, a sob catches in her throat.

"Ella, you told me about how you did all this of your own free will. He said that was wrong and that by just being there I had lost any rights. Before I even found what the rules were. And he said that, if I wanted this, it was his choice, not mine and his role to force me to submit. To beat me into it. When I tried to say no he grabbed my throat and forced me onto my knees and said he could do whatever he wanted to me." Thessela is sobbing now but she continues. "Ella, I lashed out. I kicked him, you know, in his balls. And I managed to get out. I ran. And then I just hid in my bedroom for two days. So scared by what I did."

Ella holds her friends hands more firmly. "Its OK Thess. You are OK. You got out. But that is not how this all works. That decision is yours to make. Submission is yours to give and not his to force from you. And when you do make that choice there are rules set. That you both agree on and you have to be able to trust him. You might not want any rules. That is OK too. Once you submit he makes the choices. But there should be be one other choice you can make and that is the choice to leave if things don't work out."

"Just remember that whatever the rules the first choice, to submit and who to submit to, is yours and yours alone to make."

"Ella? Do you and Pp have rules?"

"We don't Thess."

"But Ella? Isn't that dangerous?"

"It would be with the wrong man Thess. But He has built my trust and He takes me very carefully. And He seems to be able to read me too. But do you know what is most important?"

"No Ella? What?"

"Each time I go there, to His house, it is my choice. He draws me there. I want to go. He doesn't force me."

Thess sighs, deeply, and looks at Ella. "What do I do now Ella? What do I do?"

Ella can see the plea in her friend's eye. She really does, after that disaster, still want to explore this. To find out what submission is all about and whether it really is for her.

"Thess, if you really do want to see what this is like, what it feels like to submit to someone you can trust, I'll ask my Master."

"Ella? Isn't he Pp?"

"He was Thess. But now He is my Master though, when I am with Him, I call Him Sir."

"Would you do that for me Ella?" Ella nods. "Then would you please ask Sir if you can bring me to meet Him."

Ella does not respond immediately. Her mind goes to that door. She knows the exciting journey can begin at that door. She knows what lies behind. And she imagines herself kneeling naked on those paving stones at his door. Thessela by her side. Waiting for Him to open the door to them both.

That familiar warmth begins deep inside and Ella allows it to rise. Not too far. Just enough.

Then she lets go of Thessela's left hand and holds her own left wrist. Feeling that soft leather that represents His control over her.

Finally she nods. "I will ask Him. For you."

And Ella wonders whether she is leading Thessela to her own door and where Thessela's door might lead.
 
Interesting, very interesting episode.
So many things here to work through: desire, trust, safety, submission, selfishness, abuse, misunderstanding.
I like the confusion Thess feels to find that Ella and PP have no rules, that it is not a matter of rules so much as trust and respect.
I like the door that now stands in front of Thess. After an unpleasant experience, will she try again? Will she follow Ella, or find her own way?
It gets better and better PP!
 
Primus pilus said:
Once you submit he makes the choices
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with the very great difference of whether that submission means letting go into trust, or, as Thess had to find, sinking into terror... (sprinkling it with some fear and anticipation is a wonderful spice, but that oppressive terror is more a poison)
Primus pilus said:
Each time ... it is my choice
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And so, even though it's 'no rules once you submit' that consent isn't a one way street. Master's pace of escalation with Ella is considerate, it's small steps each time. Coming back, obedient, is worldlessly confirming consent. That option of withdrawal exists even if the original consent given is to 'no rules', but because that option exists, it's not needed... Much the opposite of 'submit once, and then it's anything goes...'
 
Yes, a very important turn in the story,
it's good to have it here on the Forums,
I think it's one we'll need to bookmark for future reference ;)
 
i had to make thess see that i don't let PP do anything to me without my consent...we may not have rules but i still have the chance to walk away whenever i want and he trusts me to tell him when something is wrong

how dare someone do otherwise to thess???

it makes me so angry...if thess really wants to try this then i will see if Pp can show her the way...
 
Primus pilus said:
Ella's Return
24. Tuesday Afternoon​

The girls work hard during the morning but exchanges between Ella and Thess are brief, terse. As they break for lunch a nervous Thess asks, "Ella, are you mad at me?"

"Yeah, a bit. We got slammed yesterday and you weren't around. We had to handle your work."

"Sorry Ella. But," and, as she leans closer to her colleague her scarf slips and Ella can see a dark bruise on Thessela's throat that looks for all the world like the distinct imprint of a thumb and four fingers.

"Come on Thess. You've got some explaining to do. Why couldn't you make it in?"

Thess sobs. "Ella, I, I, made a bad decision. Can we talk after work?"

Ella softens and touches Thessela's arm. "Of course Thess. Of course. That quiet bar?"

Thessela nods. "Thanks Ella. Thanks."

Through the afternoon glances often at her colleague, that purple bruise etched in her mind. She thinks of her own bottom, reddened by His hand, stinging, and how she was reminded of it when she sat with Him through dinner. Then afterwards, accepting His crop. Oh god that hurt. But she also remembers the warmth that flushed through her whole body and how she strained to position herself for the crop to strike lower and to work herself against that leather-topped bench.

Yes, it hurt, but she accepted it willingly and found the deep pleasure, the overwhelming desire for orgasm, that He had built within her.

And she realises what Thess has tried. What that bruise means. And how her own experience has been so very, very different.

After work the two young women walk the short distance to that quiet bar. Ella buys drinks and they settle at a secluded table. Thess sips her drink nervously, reluctant to begin. Ella reaches across and takes her friend's hands. Ella is blunt, direct, "what the hell did you do Thess?"

Thess swallows. "I am sorry about not coming in yesterday Ella. I, I just couldn't face you. I couldn't get out of bed. I just stayed buried under the quilt and hid from everything. I, I, .." Thess hesitates again, takes a deep breath. "Ella, I saw what you had and I tried to find that myself. I called a man. Someone I had heard about and went to meet him on Saturday." Thess pauses and takes a mouthful of her drink before she can continue. "Ella, I told him what I thought about trying, what my limits were. Just to try, you know?" Thess shakes her head, a sob catches in her throat.

"Ella, you told me about how you did all this of your own free will. He said that was wrong and that by just being there I had lost any rights. Before I even found what the rules were. And he said that, if I wanted this, it was his choice, not mine and his role to force me to submit. To beat me into it. When I tried to say no he grabbed my throat and forced me onto my knees and said he could do whatever he wanted to me." Thessela is sobbing now but she continues. "Ella, I lashed out. I kicked him, you know, in his balls. And I managed to get out. I ran. And then I just hid in my bedroom for two days. So scared by what I did."

Ella holds her friends hands more firmly. "Its OK Thess. You are OK. You got out. But that is not how this all works. That decision is yours to make. Submission is yours to give and not his to force from you. And when you do make that choice there are rules set. That you both agree on and you have to be able to trust him. You might not want any rules. That is OK too. Once you submit he makes the choices. But there should be be one other choice you can make and that is the choice to leave if things don't work out."

"Just remember that whatever the rules the first choice, to submit and who to submit to, is yours and yours alone to make."

"Ella? Do you and Pp have rules?"

"We don't Thess."

"But Ella? Isn't that dangerous?"

"It would be with the wrong man Thess. But He has built my trust and He takes me very carefully. And He seems to be able to read me too. But do you know what is most important?"

"No Ella? What?"

"Each time I go there, to His house, it is my choice. He draws me there. I want to go. He doesn't force me."

Thess sighs, deeply, and looks at Ella. "What do I do now Ella? What do I do?"

Ella can see the plea in her friend's eye. She really does, after that disaster, still want to explore this. To find out what submission is all about and whether it really is for her.

"Thess, if you really do want to see what this is like, what it feels like to submit to someone you can trust, I'll ask my Master."

"Ella? Isn't he Pp?"

"He was Thess. But now He is my Master though, when I am with Him, I call Him Sir."

"Would you do that for me Ella?" Ella nods. "Then would you please ask Sir if you can bring me to meet Him."

Ella does not respond immediately. Her mind goes to that door. She knows the exciting journey can begin at that door. She knows what lies behind. And she imagines herself kneeling naked on those paving stones at his door. Thessela by her side. Waiting for Him to open the door to them both.

That familiar warmth begins deep inside and Ella allows it to rise. Not too far. Just enough.

Then she lets go of Thessela's left hand and holds her own left wrist. Feeling that soft leather that represents His control over her.

Finally she nods. "I will ask Him. For you."

And Ella wonders whether she is leading Thessela to her own door and where Thessela's door might lead.
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Pp, you have written a piece here which is so important that this ought to be a sticky thread. If a few more people understood the depth of this the world would be a better place.

:clapping:
 
Eulalia said:
Yes, a very important turn in the story,it's good to have it here on the Forums,
I think it's one we'll need to bookmark for future reference ;)
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We can talk later Eul but, yes, I agree.

Wragg134 said:
Pp, you have written a piece here which is so important that this ought to be a sticky thread. If a few more people understood the depth of this the world would be a better place.
:clapping:
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Thanks Wragg. Every Master/sub relationship will be different but Wlla and I have tried to set the basic tenets that should govern exery one.

malins said:
And so, even though it's 'no rules once you submit' that consent isn't a one way street. Master's pace of escalation with Ella is considerate, it's small steps each time. Coming back, obedient, is worldlessly confirming consent. That option of withdrawal exists even if the original consent given is to 'no rules', but because that option exists, it's not needed... Much the opposite of 'submit once, and then it's anything goes...'
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Consent does not always need to be verbal. Malin alludes to that here. But there must always be that option of withdrawal.
Ella has made this same point. RB too. So much comes down to judgement and trust. Even in relationships when sub (female or male) may seem to accept anything. Sane and safe. There will always be degrees depending on the individuals but as one submits the other accepts responsibility.
 
Posted from a camp site on the Noosa River below the "sand patch" in the middle of the Cooloola Wilderness on a tablet that survived a choppy crossing of Lake Cootharaba in a kayak hatch.
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Ella's Return
25. Ella's Conflict
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As the two young women finish their drinks Ella's mind keeps wandering to that door and to them both waiting there and it takes all of the control that she feels from Him to keep her from submerging completely into the eroticism of what might come.

The two hug as they part and Ella hopes that some of the strength she feels in her own submission will keep Thess patient. But Ella has felt the other's warmth and begins to wonder whether she is really going to this for her friend or for herself.

"I can't call Him tonight Thess but there will be a time tomorrow when I can. I need to be very careful how I ask and I cannot predict what He will say so you will have to be patient."

That night, as Ella kneels to say a little prayer before bed, she finishes with one small plea, "give me the courage to ask Him and the words to reach Him, Amen." As she tries to rise, to slip into bed, Ella finds herself pinned there on her knees by the very thought of Him watching, looking into her soul. She cannot help thinking that He will know. That he will sense this conflict she feels between helping her friend and her own desire and that she will pay a price.

Her bottom feels almost as warm as the heat that rises between her thighs. The memory of His crop is still strong. The pain, yes, but the way she responded is fixed in her mind too. Does she want more of that? How would she respond if He used His crop on her again in front of Thess? And how would Thessela respond?

Ella knows that she should undress, curl up securely and sleep but she cannot. Even though she senses His eyes on her, even though she knows he will see into her soul and know what she has done without His permission, Ella rises, lifting her skirt-clad bottom from where it rests on her heels.

Ella's hips move so erotically as she shrugs her skirt upwards then, her thighs freed, she parts her knees as far as she can. In one last attempt at control Ella places her left wrist with its leather band behind her back but even that cannot hold her. Her right hand slips between her spread thighs, knuckles brushing the sopping wet gusset of her panties as she sighs.

"I am too weak yet. Forgive this girl's weakness Sir. But, if you cannot, this girl knows that she must accept whatever punishment you decide fits her lack of self-control."

Then Ella allows her fingers to find their way over her mound, down inside her panties and, as two fingers part her own labia, a third slips deep.

"Forgive me Master." And that touch takes her over the edge.

Ella's Obedience will pause while Pp spends some time away from the world but let's hope the followers of aella's journey are all left with something to pomder. Will Ella ask whether she might introduce her friend? Does Ella do this for Thessela or for some more personal reason? Will Ella be punished for this latest weakness? And is Miss Swishingskirt really the same person as the tall silent woman who wears Pp's welts or is Pp playing with Ella's febrile mind?

To be continued soon.
Pp.
 
rb1956 said:
i can say i have enjoyed this story very much...Pp Ella An Thessela an Eul have written a beautiful story...leaving us to wait for more. Thanks to all!!!!
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Pp, Ella, Thessela and Malins :)
 
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