...a threatening promise...Is that a threat or a promise dear Tree?
Tree
...I've got to check the Rolodex for Pp's, mymartinet's, and Wragg's phone numbers...
...then I have call the artists!!!
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Ella's Obedience
- Thread starter Primus pilus
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Tree
...I've got to check the Rolodex for Pp's, mymartinet's, and Wragg's phone numbers...
...then I have call the artists!!!
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
If Thessela finds herself with here with Ella Pp doubts any assistance will be required to subdue a young woman whose submission is a gift, given in return for joy.
kneel_down_ella
Magistrate
i can feel my heart beating in my chest...i don't dare rise but any moment now one of the waiters is going to see!!!
what will he think when he sees me kneeling? maybe he'll just think i dropped something, but then how to explain my bowed head or my wrists crossed behind my back
he'll know what it is...a submissive, in her proper place
i hold my breath. i won't move, no matter what
what will he think when he sees me kneeling? maybe he'll just think i dropped something, but then how to explain my bowed head or my wrists crossed behind my back
he'll know what it is...a submissive, in her proper place
i hold my breath. i won't move, no matter what
malins
Stumbling Seeker
Oh yes this can be much harder than accepting a private order or some physical discipline
but she is steadfast ... even if there is no plausible deniability...
No, Thessela, it would not take four of us. Besides Pp, Mymartinet, and Wragg will join me in drinks as Bull and Gunner subdue you. Then Joan Tree will prepare you for our attention...
Tree
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
What Thessela might experience at the hands of Gunner and Bull is, Pp thinks, for another thread. If Ella's office colleague chooses to follow Ella's path it will be willingly and she will not need to be subdued.
Perhaps her desire is to be subdued... friends and sisters but Ella and Thessela are two different women. But yes, Pp, Thessela's submission will be pursued on a differ thread. I regret, as shall she, the topic was brought up here and will request at least a cameo appearance in her punishment before she is.....
Thessela
Beloved slavegirl
Thank you Pp and Tree.
Ella's thread is a very special one, and I hope to have a particular place in it, one that reflects me and my real life desires.
Dear Tree I really would appreciate that your further adventures with me be in another thread.
I am foolish slave sometimes and I get into trouble!
Ella's thread is a very special one, and I hope to have a particular place in it, one that reflects me and my real life desires.
Dear Tree I really would appreciate that your further adventures with me be in another thread.
I am foolish slave sometimes and I get into trouble!
kneel_down_ella
Magistrate
Thank you Pp and Tree.
Ella's thread is a very special one, and I hope to have a particular place in it, one that reflects me and my real life desires.
Dear Tree I really would appreciate that your further adventures with me be in another thread.
I am foolish slave sometimes and I get into trouble!
Agreed on that...take it to another thread tree. we can all enjoy it there
also sorry i haven't been around much guys. been jetlagged and busy! i love this thread and hope i can continue posting on it regularly
It will be there... she will not be happy (but might like itAgreed on that...take it to another thread tree. we can all enjoy it there
)
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
Thessela you still have a particular place in this story.Thank you Pp and Tree.
Ella's thread is a very special one, and I hope to have a particular place in it, one that reflects me and my real life desires.
Dear Tree I really would appreciate that your further adventures with me be in another thread.
I am foolish slave sometimes and I get into trouble!
But Pp values comments on everything he writes and he tries to take both Ella's replies and the comments of others into account as the story develops. Tree's comment, Perhaps her desire is to be subdued... friends and sisters but Ella and Thessela are two different women, must be considered.
Thessela's role must change but whether that is subtle or more significant, is yet to be seen.
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
Ella Returns
The same two waiters enter, one to clear the table, the second carrying a small tray with some cheese, an espresso and a glass with a half bottle of a sweet dessert wine. Their attention is focussed on the man though one, clearing the table, cannot help a glance at the attractive young woman kneeling, not moving, despite their presence.
Though forewarned he appears uncomfortable, perhaps wanting to question whether she is coerced but a sharp glance from his colleague stops him.
Ella's downcast eyes miss the waiter's glance but she feels, for a moment, heightened tension and a heat rising. Ella knows that her face is red, flushed.
With the table cleared the one leaves. The second places the cheese board and the espresso in front of Pp then pours a glass of the sweet, almost cloying wine, its characteristics so enhanced by the botrytis disease that affected the fruit. This he holds before Ella and both men watch as she brings her hands to the front, takes the flared base of the glass in her right hand, steadies it with fingers of her left hand against the stem, before offering the glass up to the older man she kneels beside.
This waiter is not perturbed by the display and leaves quietly, closing the door with that now-familiar click.
Once he has gone Pp takes the glass from Ella, sips the wine, then hands it back to her. The conflict in her mind is clear. Does she drink? He has given her no direction so she simply holds it, raised, for him while he takes some of the orange-hued, blue-veined Shropshire and swallows the small cup of dark coffee.
The coffee drunk he takes the wine glass from Ella again but this time' after he has drunk some, he places the glass on the table leaving the young woman with another dilemma. Does she keep her hands there in case he wants her to hold the glass again or does she put her hands behind her again, wrists crossed?
He watches her from the corner from his eye. He knows her struggle. What will she do? He will give her a few moments, not too long.
A piece of cheese, another sip of the dessert wine then he turns to her. A thought passes his mind as he watches the kneeling young woman with her hands raised almost in prayer; small piece of cheese in her raised hands, a sip of the sweet wine? No, not yet.
"You may lower your hands Ella."
Her dilemma resolved, Ella lowers her hands, moves them behind her back and crosses her wrists.
She relaxes, kneeling beside him. The older man sees a glow on her face and knows that there is a light in her downcast eyes.
Her second test complete; this result, like that of her first test, has not surprised him.
7. Dessert
The same two waiters enter, one to clear the table, the second carrying a small tray with some cheese, an espresso and a glass with a half bottle of a sweet dessert wine. Their attention is focussed on the man though one, clearing the table, cannot help a glance at the attractive young woman kneeling, not moving, despite their presence.
Though forewarned he appears uncomfortable, perhaps wanting to question whether she is coerced but a sharp glance from his colleague stops him.
Ella's downcast eyes miss the waiter's glance but she feels, for a moment, heightened tension and a heat rising. Ella knows that her face is red, flushed.
With the table cleared the one leaves. The second places the cheese board and the espresso in front of Pp then pours a glass of the sweet, almost cloying wine, its characteristics so enhanced by the botrytis disease that affected the fruit. This he holds before Ella and both men watch as she brings her hands to the front, takes the flared base of the glass in her right hand, steadies it with fingers of her left hand against the stem, before offering the glass up to the older man she kneels beside.
This waiter is not perturbed by the display and leaves quietly, closing the door with that now-familiar click.
Once he has gone Pp takes the glass from Ella, sips the wine, then hands it back to her. The conflict in her mind is clear. Does she drink? He has given her no direction so she simply holds it, raised, for him while he takes some of the orange-hued, blue-veined Shropshire and swallows the small cup of dark coffee.
The coffee drunk he takes the wine glass from Ella again but this time' after he has drunk some, he places the glass on the table leaving the young woman with another dilemma. Does she keep her hands there in case he wants her to hold the glass again or does she put her hands behind her again, wrists crossed?
He watches her from the corner from his eye. He knows her struggle. What will she do? He will give her a few moments, not too long.
A piece of cheese, another sip of the dessert wine then he turns to her. A thought passes his mind as he watches the kneeling young woman with her hands raised almost in prayer; small piece of cheese in her raised hands, a sip of the sweet wine? No, not yet.
"You may lower your hands Ella."
Her dilemma resolved, Ella lowers her hands, moves them behind her back and crosses her wrists.
She relaxes, kneeling beside him. The older man sees a glow on her face and knows that there is a light in her downcast eyes.
Her second test complete; this result, like that of her first test, has not surprised him.
kneel_down_ella
Magistrate
i can't believe i just did that. he keeps pushing me further and further...and i find myself liking it...
i feel like i'm walking on eggshells. and yet i also feel protected
because really what would the waiters have done anyway??? i'm here because i want to be. i wish to kneel. it is my place.
i keep my wrists crossed behind my back, imagining them tied, tight rope over the cuffs of my smart blouse. what will come next?
whatever it is i am ready
i feel like i'm walking on eggshells. and yet i also feel protected
because really what would the waiters have done anyway??? i'm here because i want to be. i wish to kneel. it is my place.
i keep my wrists crossed behind my back, imagining them tied, tight rope over the cuffs of my smart blouse. what will come next?
whatever it is i am ready
It pays less than dole but there are other benefits...Does anyone have the address and phone number of this place?
I need to apply for a job as a waiter!
Thessela
Beloved slavegirl
Beautiful!
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
Ella Returns
Dinner over it is time to leave. Pp motions Ella to stand, takes her elbow and directs her from the private room and towards a door at the rear of the building. The maître d’ is waiting there with Ella's bag.
Pp takes it from him.
"Thank you. I appreciate your discretion. You know where to send the account."
As the maître d’ nods Pp turns to Ella, "you came prepared to take this further this evening." A statement, not a question.
His grip on Ella's arm tightens as he takes her down the stairs to his car and helps her into the passenger's seat.
Ella's eyes widen as he reaches into the glove box and takes out a pair of soft leather wrist bands joined by a short light chain. Ella raises her wrists without being asked and sits, body tense, as he buckles one band around each wrist. As he finishes buckling the second she relaxes. Completely.
He draws the seatbelt around the young woman taking care to arrange the belt between her breasts. He feels her breathing quicken as his knuckles brush against her. The first close contact since his hand reddened her bottom.
He smiles to himself as he walks behind the car to the driver's seat and, as he drives out of the park and heads towards his home he thinks on Ella's reactions and responses at the small steps she has taken this evening.
He thinks about her obvious arousal as his hand stung and reddened her bottom, at the struggle she faced between acting on her own desires and waiting for his direction, at the discipline she was able to maintain in the presence of the two other men.
But, most of all, he thinks on the way a piece of rope, the cuffs she now wears, even his steady gaze as she fidgeted at the table could take over the need for Ella to control her own desire.
He has some writing to do tonight. She will need to wait, patiently, but he will take over that control again. He will make the waiting easy for her.
8. Going Home
Dinner over it is time to leave. Pp motions Ella to stand, takes her elbow and directs her from the private room and towards a door at the rear of the building. The maître d’ is waiting there with Ella's bag.
Pp takes it from him.
"Thank you. I appreciate your discretion. You know where to send the account."
As the maître d’ nods Pp turns to Ella, "you came prepared to take this further this evening." A statement, not a question.
His grip on Ella's arm tightens as he takes her down the stairs to his car and helps her into the passenger's seat.
Ella's eyes widen as he reaches into the glove box and takes out a pair of soft leather wrist bands joined by a short light chain. Ella raises her wrists without being asked and sits, body tense, as he buckles one band around each wrist. As he finishes buckling the second she relaxes. Completely.
He draws the seatbelt around the young woman taking care to arrange the belt between her breasts. He feels her breathing quicken as his knuckles brush against her. The first close contact since his hand reddened her bottom.
He smiles to himself as he walks behind the car to the driver's seat and, as he drives out of the park and heads towards his home he thinks on Ella's reactions and responses at the small steps she has taken this evening.
He thinks about her obvious arousal as his hand stung and reddened her bottom, at the struggle she faced between acting on her own desires and waiting for his direction, at the discipline she was able to maintain in the presence of the two other men.
But, most of all, he thinks on the way a piece of rope, the cuffs she now wears, even his steady gaze as she fidgeted at the table could take over the need for Ella to control her own desire.
He has some writing to do tonight. She will need to wait, patiently, but he will take over that control again. He will make the waiting easy for her.
