14. Committed....for now
"Ella?" His voice is softer, gentle. "Just as I did in the church I am going to touch you to help you make some small corrections. But then you were fully clothed. Tonight you are not so my touch will be on your bare skin, your bared breasts and panty-covered bottom. Do you accept that?"
Ella looks at him for a few moments, hesitates, then gives a half nod.
"Not enough Ella. You must tell me. You must agree that you accept this. That you accept my direction. That will mean positions that I find pleasing but which you might find uncomfortable or revealing. That will require the removal of your panties, the binding of your wrists, and perhaps more, as I see fit. The application of a gag if I choose, a blindfold. Do you accept?"
Ella's looks down over her bare breasts, her wide-parted thighs and fixes her eyes on the floor between his polished boots. Her voice is soft and quivers as she replies, "yes Pp. You..you have my permission to do with me as you will." She pauses, "but, but, if I can't? If I resist?"
"That is now for me to decide."
"Ella, tonight is a small test for you. A taste of something I believe you want to experience further. You are going away for a short time. When you do I want you to think on this week's journey, tonight's deeper experience and the commitment you have just given me. When you return you have a simple choice. To continue this journey or to call a halt."
"But for now....." His voice trails off as his hands move to the young woman's shoulders. Her response is instant and her breasts lift. A hand at her belly, another at her back and she straightens. At each touch he can feel her breathing, ragged, betraying her response to his control.
He reaches behind Ella and cups her shapely buttocks, the gentlest of pressure and she lifts her bottom from her heels, rising until her hips are directly above her knees. His hands at her hips, thumbs tracing the crease between mound and thigh.
As they trace lower, past her panty-covered sex, he can feel the heat, the wetness there. He touches a finger to the front of her soaked panties and Ella gasps, a sudden shudder runs through her whole body. He senses that she is on the edge.
His voice is firm, commanding. "Not yet Ella." But Ella moves her hips, searching for him, seeking more. He grips her hips, holding her still. Then he slides his hands lower, his fingers caressing the slope of her bottom and, as he brings his hands forwards, his thumbs brush the front of her panties.
Ella pushes her hips forwards. Pushing herself against his thumbs. He allows her freedom to move for a minute then grips her hips firmly again.
"Stand up Ella." It is not easy with her wrists bound so firmly but Ella manages as elegantly as she can. Pp slips his hands over her buttocks, inside her silky panties, and eases the covering down over her firm bottom.
His hands slide forwards, around her hips and he slowly, so slowly, slides her panties downwards, uncovering her smooth-shaven mound. Lower and her shaven labia are also uncovered. They are parted, just a little, and there is that sheen of moisture there.
Down her thighs, over her grip-top stockings, down her slim legs. As the panties reach her ankles Ella hesitates, then steps out of them.
With her bound wrists Ella cannot fold then as she did her blouse and bra. That is left to Pp. He does so, careful to leave the moisture-soaked gusset that had covered her sex on the outside of the folded cloth.
Pp looks into her eyes then looks back to the floor. Ella follows that unspoken direction and, again, sinks to her knees, this time parting her thighs as wide as she can. He touches her lips and eases one finger between them and Ella opens her mouth. He gently inserts her own silky panties, carefully positioning the gusset, so moist with her own juices, over her tongue.
As Ella holds herself so perfectly still, afraid to move, Pp takes one of the remaining black scarves and twists the centre. With that narrowed sectioned positioned between her lips he ties the long ends tightly behind the nape of Ella's neck. Her wet panties are now held firmly in her mouth.
He stands, motions Ella to do the same, directs her to the study door then down the dimly lit corridor.
He walks a half pace behind watching her wrists tied so firmly behind her back, her stocking-encased thighs gently swishing and, between the two, her now-naked bottom undulating so erotically.
The third black scarf is still draped over his shoulder.
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