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Ella's Obedience
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kneel_down_ella
Magistrate
i can feel the heat rising in my cheeks 
so this was my punishment. it did not matter how smart and formal i looked. it could be taken away from me at any time. my pencil skirt made me look professional until i was made to hitch it to my waist, exposing myself
humiliation. i love it and crave it even though my ass still hurts from the punishment
so this was my punishment. it did not matter how smart and formal i looked. it could be taken away from me at any time. my pencil skirt made me look professional until i was made to hitch it to my waist, exposing myself
humiliation. i love it and crave it even though my ass still hurts from the punishment
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
nice Pp - we wonder, of course, quite what sort of 'self discipline' Ella's learning from this,
to her no doubt thoroughly enjoyable, behavioral therapy -
it's a strange world of mirrors we masoch-subs live and move in!
Time will tell whether Ella develops the self-discipline to overcome her own desires and focus on the kneeling she professes to enjoy or whether she decides that there is something more that she really craves.
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
Ella Returns
"Your hands Ella."
He reaches across the table as Ella raises her hands from her lap. He grasps her wrists, not her hands, and holds them firmly, in control.
"You understand why you were punished?"
"Yes Pp. I disobeyed your instruction."
"Partly Ella but, not only did you disobey, but you showed a lack of discipline. If we are to continue this journey you must develop that. You must have the discipline to overcome your own desires."
"Yes Pp. I, I do want to continue, to explore this. I, I, ahh, I understand that I have so much to learn and". Ella's voice trails off.
"Ella?"
The young woman steels herself. "I need your guidance Pp. Please?"
Pp smiles, nods, and begins to reply but a discrete knock at the door interrupts him.
"Later Ella. We will talk more later."
5. Ella Commits
"Your hands Ella."
He reaches across the table as Ella raises her hands from her lap. He grasps her wrists, not her hands, and holds them firmly, in control.
"You understand why you were punished?"
"Yes Pp. I disobeyed your instruction."
"Partly Ella but, not only did you disobey, but you showed a lack of discipline. If we are to continue this journey you must develop that. You must have the discipline to overcome your own desires."
"Yes Pp. I, I do want to continue, to explore this. I, I, ahh, I understand that I have so much to learn and". Ella's voice trails off.
"Ella?"
The young woman steels herself. "I need your guidance Pp. Please?"
Pp smiles, nods, and begins to reply but a discrete knock at the door interrupts him.
"Later Ella. We will talk more later."
kneel_down_ella
Magistrate
he's right, i need to have better control of myself if i really want to do this...no more touching myself unless he gives me permission.
i fold my hands in my lap, waiting for what happens next. my butt is still smarting under my skirt...
i fold my hands in my lap, waiting for what happens next. my butt is still smarting under my skirt...
one suspects she will fail more than once in this endeavor....
Thessela
Beloved slavegirl
To overcome? In overcoming desire, desire is fulfilled.
Lovely segment, Pp and Ella.
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
Ella Returns
Pp touches the button and the waiter enters. He tops up Pp's glass from the decanter and looks to Ella. Ella looks to Pp and he answers for her.
"Champagne please, John. And for dinner Ella?"
Ella hesitates. How much control will she give to him? "I am not very hungry and will only have an entree but," she hesitates then, in a stronger voice, "would you choose for me please Pp?
The older man smiles, nods, and speaks quietly with the waiter.
The waiter soon returns with champagne and pours a flute for the young woman. She does not drink. Not yet. She waits until Pp raises his shiraz and tilts the glass and to her before she returns the salute and, finally drinks.
Entrees also arrive quickly and they eat in silence. A discreet knock and two waiters enter. One clears their plates as the second places the man’s main course before him.
For a few minutes Ella sits quietly, hands holding her serviette on her lap but she looks nervous and begins to shuffle in her seat, some conflict, perhaps, playing on her mind. The man looks up from his meal. He knows her conflict. He knows what she is thinking and how she is struggling with her desire. He fixes the woman with his gaze and she is still.
He holds her there, 10, 20, 30 seconds before focusing back on his meal.
After a few minutes he pauses, takes a deep draught of his wine before nodding to the woman and glancing to his left side.
Ella carefully folds her serviette, stands then, when she beside him, she kneels, her eyes downcast, her crossed wrists presented to him, looking for that soft rope.
His voice is quiet but firm, “no Ella. No rope. Remember?’
Her voice quavers, “Yes Pp. Discipline.”
And she crosses her wrists behind her back.
The man smiles, pleased that she remembers despite the conflict in her mind. He knows that she wanted to kneel the moment the waiters had gone but, deep down, that she knew she must wait for his command. The conflict showed through, desire against discipline. She needed his help and gave that to her.
He knows that she expects him to open her blouse, to expose her breasts, perhaps to raise her skirt so she can part her knees wider but he has other plans. Firstly to test her discipline, unbound but without that pressure of exposure, then to take her a step further.
He returns to his meal, knowing that Ella is learning, managing the conflict, a battle though small, easily won. How will she cope with another, stronger force?
At another discrete knock Ella looks up to him but gets only a stern look. She knows what is coming and, as she lowers her eyes, her body tenses.
Her discipline’s first real test.
6. Dinner is Served
Pp touches the button and the waiter enters. He tops up Pp's glass from the decanter and looks to Ella. Ella looks to Pp and he answers for her.
"Champagne please, John. And for dinner Ella?"
Ella hesitates. How much control will she give to him? "I am not very hungry and will only have an entree but," she hesitates then, in a stronger voice, "would you choose for me please Pp?
The older man smiles, nods, and speaks quietly with the waiter.
The waiter soon returns with champagne and pours a flute for the young woman. She does not drink. Not yet. She waits until Pp raises his shiraz and tilts the glass and to her before she returns the salute and, finally drinks.
Entrees also arrive quickly and they eat in silence. A discreet knock and two waiters enter. One clears their plates as the second places the man’s main course before him.
For a few minutes Ella sits quietly, hands holding her serviette on her lap but she looks nervous and begins to shuffle in her seat, some conflict, perhaps, playing on her mind. The man looks up from his meal. He knows her conflict. He knows what she is thinking and how she is struggling with her desire. He fixes the woman with his gaze and she is still.
He holds her there, 10, 20, 30 seconds before focusing back on his meal.
After a few minutes he pauses, takes a deep draught of his wine before nodding to the woman and glancing to his left side.
Ella carefully folds her serviette, stands then, when she beside him, she kneels, her eyes downcast, her crossed wrists presented to him, looking for that soft rope.
His voice is quiet but firm, “no Ella. No rope. Remember?’
Her voice quavers, “Yes Pp. Discipline.”
And she crosses her wrists behind her back.
The man smiles, pleased that she remembers despite the conflict in her mind. He knows that she wanted to kneel the moment the waiters had gone but, deep down, that she knew she must wait for his command. The conflict showed through, desire against discipline. She needed his help and gave that to her.
He knows that she expects him to open her blouse, to expose her breasts, perhaps to raise her skirt so she can part her knees wider but he has other plans. Firstly to test her discipline, unbound but without that pressure of exposure, then to take her a step further.
He returns to his meal, knowing that Ella is learning, managing the conflict, a battle though small, easily won. How will she cope with another, stronger force?
At another discrete knock Ella looks up to him but gets only a stern look. She knows what is coming and, as she lowers her eyes, her body tenses.
Her discipline’s first real test.
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
My sincere thanks Eulalia. It is a challenge, as Pp, to try to write Ella's experience. I am so pleased that, from all the comments here, it is coming through.
Ms Kneeldown may not think so but she helps so much with the comments she adds both here and before each part is posted.
Always easier to write when the subject comments or adds...
Is this really 'Ella's Obedience' or her decadent desires???
Tree
Just asking...
Tree
Just asking...
Thessela
Beloved slavegirl
I think I let you off too easy the last thread I did about you...
