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Ella's Obedience
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Primus pilus
Magister Australis
It is an open plan office and her colleague, Thessela, is watching. She may want to do that but has she come that far yet?
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kneel_down_ella
Magistrate
that's a nice idea
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
So interesting that Thessela has noticed the change in Ella. Would Thessela question Ella? Would she want to know more?
I suspect Thessela always wants to know more, but may be too shy sometimes to ask.
Thessela
Beloved slavegirl
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
Ella's Return
2. Making Plans
That firm voice she remembers. "I am pleased to hear from your Ella. How was the holiday?"
"Great Pp."
"And were you able to maintain your standards of dress?"
"Well, no. I did try but it isn't easy with just a back pack." Her voice trembles a little as she continues," but I did visit some wonderful old churches and, well, kneel quietly when I could." "And, when I did," she pauses and glances around the office. Thessela is still looking towards her so lowers her voice. "Pp? All I could think about was my wrists, crossed behind me."
There is only silence on the other end of the phone, a long pause, but the young woman is sure she can hear him breathing, steadily, deeply. She waits.
"We need to meet again soon Ella." It is not a question for Ella, he has decided this.
"Tomorrow night. The restaurant. 7:30. White blouse over that skirt your wore last time. Jacket. Black bra, black panties but briefer. Thigh high stockings. Heels."
She does not question him or his decision. "Yes Pp."
"And Ella?"
"Yes Pp?"
"One simple, easy-to-follow request. Do not, under any circumstances, touch yourself before we meet! Understand?"
This time she hesitates. A direct and intimate instruction. She takes a couple of calming breaths.
"Yes Pp."
"One final thing Ella. Remember the words you used in my study?"
Ella pauses, thinking back to that evening, in the man's study after dinner, before he guided her, naked, bound and gagged, down that dimly-lit corridor.
She shifts, uncomfortably, in her chair and glances nervously around the office as she feels her breathing quicken. Her colleague seems to be focussed on her desk now but Ella wonders whether she is watching, secretly, trying to listen.
What would Thess think if she knew of the commitment Ella made? She was aroused then and that commitment electrified her. Now she feels more hesitant. Is it her colleague's presence or something else? More calming breaths then finally, very quietly, she replies.
"Yes Pp. I gave you permission to do with me as you will."
"Until tomorrow Ella." And the man ends the call
2. Making Plans
"Great Pp."
"And were you able to maintain your standards of dress?"
"Well, no. I did try but it isn't easy with just a back pack." Her voice trembles a little as she continues," but I did visit some wonderful old churches and, well, kneel quietly when I could." "And, when I did," she pauses and glances around the office. Thessela is still looking towards her so lowers her voice. "Pp? All I could think about was my wrists, crossed behind me."
There is only silence on the other end of the phone, a long pause, but the young woman is sure she can hear him breathing, steadily, deeply. She waits.
"We need to meet again soon Ella." It is not a question for Ella, he has decided this.
"Tomorrow night. The restaurant. 7:30. White blouse over that skirt your wore last time. Jacket. Black bra, black panties but briefer. Thigh high stockings. Heels."
She does not question him or his decision. "Yes Pp."
"And Ella?"
"Yes Pp?"
"One simple, easy-to-follow request. Do not, under any circumstances, touch yourself before we meet! Understand?"
This time she hesitates. A direct and intimate instruction. She takes a couple of calming breaths.
"Yes Pp."
"One final thing Ella. Remember the words you used in my study?"
Ella pauses, thinking back to that evening, in the man's study after dinner, before he guided her, naked, bound and gagged, down that dimly-lit corridor.
She shifts, uncomfortably, in her chair and glances nervously around the office as she feels her breathing quicken. Her colleague seems to be focussed on her desk now but Ella wonders whether she is watching, secretly, trying to listen.
What would Thess think if she knew of the commitment Ella made? She was aroused then and that commitment electrified her. Now she feels more hesitant. Is it her colleague's presence or something else? More calming breaths then finally, very quietly, she replies.
"Yes Pp. I gave you permission to do with me as you will."
"Until tomorrow Ella." And the man ends the call
kneel_down_ella
Magistrate
i put the phone down. i can feel thess watching but i have to do my best not to look in her direction...
how am i supposed to not touch myself, when i have these thoughts in my head? i want to actually laugh. it's going to be almost impossible
i try to concentrate on my work but it all swims in front of me...
how am i supposed to not touch myself, when i have these thoughts in my head? i want to actually laugh. it's going to be almost impossible
i try to concentrate on my work but it all swims in front of me...
malins
Stumbling Seeker
Oh, a predicament. How will she avoid thinking about what happens when she fails, and confesses that (of course she'll confess...). The punishment. And isn't that another thought that makes it even harder to to follow the request ...
What a wonderful cruelty to call this 'easy to follow' Anyway, management must wonder what is happening with the girls at this office.
Productivity low.
This seems to be a case, where the usual workplace motivational methods won't be successfull.
First Ella and now Thessela seems to be daydreaming too?
Management might consider maybe just give them time off. If they return refeshed and energetic, it will hurt the project less than having them make absent-minded mistakes. A realistic management knows these girls aren't, well, slaves in this office... (whatever they might be elsewhere )
kneel_down_ella
Magistrate
it's the next night. i rushed home from work, almost bumping into thess on my way out. she gave me the strangest look.
i get ready carefully, taking a long shower, doing my makeup perfectly. at least i don't have to choose clothes!
i'm so excited i don't know what to do with myself. excited and nervous too. the nervousness grows as i pull on my stocking and underwear. what is going to happen to me?
i put on my blouse, buttoning it up. i button the cuffs neatly. i feel like i'm going somewhere important and i suppose i am, like court, or church.
this is wrong. what i'm doing. i should pray for forgiveness.
i kneel, bowing my head. clasping my hands as i pray. but halfway through the prayer i imagine Pp watching me. i put my hand into my panties, gently touching myself. and that's when i see that i didn't want to pray for forgivenes...i wanted to pray because it makes me wet
he told me not to, he ordered me. but i'm doing it anyway. i'm thinking of being tied up, of a gag tight in my mouth. i come. i keep praying...whispering the words now
will i ever be able to pray again without wanting to do more???
i clean myself up. i put on my skirt and check my appearance in the mirror. i look ready.
i get ready carefully, taking a long shower, doing my makeup perfectly. at least i don't have to choose clothes!
i'm so excited i don't know what to do with myself. excited and nervous too. the nervousness grows as i pull on my stocking and underwear. what is going to happen to me?
i put on my blouse, buttoning it up. i button the cuffs neatly. i feel like i'm going somewhere important and i suppose i am, like court, or church.
this is wrong. what i'm doing. i should pray for forgiveness.
i kneel, bowing my head. clasping my hands as i pray. but halfway through the prayer i imagine Pp watching me. i put my hand into my panties, gently touching myself. and that's when i see that i didn't want to pray for forgivenes...i wanted to pray because it makes me wet
he told me not to, he ordered me. but i'm doing it anyway. i'm thinking of being tied up, of a gag tight in my mouth. i come. i keep praying...whispering the words now
will i ever be able to pray again without wanting to do more???
i clean myself up. i put on my skirt and check my appearance in the mirror. i look ready.
...Oh, poor Ella, you are in trouble... You aren't a good liar and Pp will not even have to beat the truth out of you...
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
Ella's Return
When Ella arrives at the restaurant she is dressed as Pp had directed but she has a large bag hanging from her shoulder. The maître d’welcomes her. "He is waiting Miss."
She shrugs the bag from her shoulder and passes it to the man. "Would you keep this for me, please? Until I," she pauses, swallows, "until we leave?"
He takes her elbow firmly and escorts her through the main body of diners, past the door she remembers from their last visit and to another, more private room, towards the back of the building.
She feels a little self-conscious, wondering if some might know who she comes to meet, if others might wonder why a young woman meets a much older man.
Her escort opens the heavy timber door for her and motions Ella to enter. As she does he quietly closes the door behind her and she hears the lock click home. The click brings a sense of closure behind, of somewhere new in front.
The lighting is soft, subdued, and it takes a few seconds for Ella's eyes to adjust.
She notes the same thick carpet and the same heavy curtains as in the other room and she remembers the soft cord he used to bind her wrists. There is a heavy sideboard, a fine glass decanter of dark red wine.
Then Ella sees him, sitting at the single table in the centre of the small room. She can feel his eyes on her, probing. Her heart beat quickens. Does he know? That she failed his single instruction? But she walks to him, trying to maintain her poise despite the thoughts and emotions that begin to flood over her.
As she gets close he stands, reaching out with his right hand to take hers firmly. He raises her hand to his lips, like a gentleman, to kiss it but pauses, lifting her fingers higher, beneath his nose. He looks at Ella, questioning, then touches his tongue to her fingers, tasting.
As he lowers her hand his eyes seem to probe hers a moment before he speaks.
"Ella? I gave you one special instruction did I not?"
The young woman swallows, steels herself, "Yes Pp."
"What was that Ella?"
"That I was not, under any circumstances, to, ahh, touch myself."
"But, despite my instruction, you did Ella, didn't you."
He knows, instinctively. He did not really need the faint aroma and taste of her sex on her fingers. He knew she would be excited and unable to resist her desire.
"Yes Pp."
He slowly shakes his head.
3. The Restaurant
When Ella arrives at the restaurant she is dressed as Pp had directed but she has a large bag hanging from her shoulder. The maître d’welcomes her. "He is waiting Miss."
She shrugs the bag from her shoulder and passes it to the man. "Would you keep this for me, please? Until I," she pauses, swallows, "until we leave?"
He takes her elbow firmly and escorts her through the main body of diners, past the door she remembers from their last visit and to another, more private room, towards the back of the building.
She feels a little self-conscious, wondering if some might know who she comes to meet, if others might wonder why a young woman meets a much older man.
Her escort opens the heavy timber door for her and motions Ella to enter. As she does he quietly closes the door behind her and she hears the lock click home. The click brings a sense of closure behind, of somewhere new in front.
The lighting is soft, subdued, and it takes a few seconds for Ella's eyes to adjust.
She notes the same thick carpet and the same heavy curtains as in the other room and she remembers the soft cord he used to bind her wrists. There is a heavy sideboard, a fine glass decanter of dark red wine.
Then Ella sees him, sitting at the single table in the centre of the small room. She can feel his eyes on her, probing. Her heart beat quickens. Does he know? That she failed his single instruction? But she walks to him, trying to maintain her poise despite the thoughts and emotions that begin to flood over her.
As she gets close he stands, reaching out with his right hand to take hers firmly. He raises her hand to his lips, like a gentleman, to kiss it but pauses, lifting her fingers higher, beneath his nose. He looks at Ella, questioning, then touches his tongue to her fingers, tasting.
As he lowers her hand his eyes seem to probe hers a moment before he speaks.
"Ella? I gave you one special instruction did I not?"
The young woman swallows, steels herself, "Yes Pp."
"What was that Ella?"
"That I was not, under any circumstances, to, ahh, touch myself."
"But, despite my instruction, you did Ella, didn't you."
He knows, instinctively. He did not really need the faint aroma and taste of her sex on her fingers. He knew she would be excited and unable to resist her desire.
"Yes Pp."
He slowly shakes his head.
I told you he'd know...
malins
Stumbling Seeker
He designed it that way