One morning while checking her work email, Ellie discovers that Miriam has sent her a meeting invitation. The meeting is scheduled for 2:45pm to 3:45pm that afternoon, and the title of the meeting is simply, "1 to 1".
Miriam is Ellie's boss's boss's boss. There are enough layers of management between them that they have never had a legitimate work-related reason to meet. It's all been in the gym up until now.
Ellie wonders if the meeting might really be about work. It doesn't seem likely, but is it more or less likely than her domme brazenly inviting her up to her office for another D/S "lesson", right in the middle of the workday?
She bites her lip. For the rest of the day, the anticipation makes it difficult for her to concentrate on her work. So does the lack of information, which is, of course, intentional on Miriam's part. She is very sparing in her communications. Ellie wonders what, if anything, she should bring with her.
In the end she brings her work laptop, as cover, and nothing else. Miriam's office is in the executive suites on the fourth floor of the building, where Ellie has never been. She arrives in her usual office garb: a chunky sweater, a knee-length skirt and bright leggings, and of course the heeled boots which were Miriam's gift to her. She knocks at 2:45 on the tick.
"Come in."
Miriam's office is spacious and tastefully lit. Dead ahead of the door is Miriam's desk, where she has a screen, and some chairs for visitors. Behind her desk is the corner of the building, with two floor-to-ceiling windows at right angles, and a lovely view of the office's green surroundings -- trees and mown lawns. But the office also extends to the left of the door, where there is a separate space with some couches, a rug, a coffee table... a good place for more informal discussions with more people. The walls in that left area are lined with packed bookshelves. There are a few lamps. It looks comfy. There is a second door which Ellie doesn't notice; it leads to a private bathroom.
Miriam is behind her desk, typing. She looks up for one second, then back at her screen. "Close the door and take your clothes off."
Ellie glances at the windows. But from all the way down there, no one can see anything. Probably.
She sets her laptop down on a chair. She pulls her sweater over her head and unbuttons enough of her blouse to pull it over her head too, revealing her hulking upper body. Before Ellie began her training, her breasts were medium-sized relative to her frame, a B or C cup. But her tireless work has burned away a great deal of body fat, reducing their size and her need for support. At the same time, her enlarged pectoral muscles and latissimi dorsi have increased her underbust measurement. She's had to buy new underwear. Today she wears a skimpy lilac bralette.
She unbuckles her shoes. She unzips her skirt, lets it fall to the floor and steps out of it. She peels down her leggings and adds them to the pile. And finally, removes her bra and her panties.
She stands to attention, nude, hands behind her back.
"In the bag," Miriam tells her, still not looking up.
"Oh!" There is an open shopping bag right there on the floor. From some boutique. She should have noticed. Ellie gathers all her clothes up, her shoes and her laptop, and puts them in the bag.
"Put the bag over in the far corner, behind the couch," Miriam says, pointing.
Ellie does so, and then returns and stands to attention again.
Miriam continues to type for some minutes, while Ellie waits in silence. The air in the office is a little cool; Ellie feels goosebumps rise on her arms, and her nipples begin to stand up.
At last, Miriam finishes her work. She strikes Enter with some finality, and stands up, and circles her desk to inspect her young sub. Ellie is a head taller than Miriam, and almost twice her weight, and almost all of the extra weight is muscle. She is a pillar of Amazonian strength and beauty. And she looks very nervous.
"How've you been?" Miriam asks, inspecting Ellie's flawless body. She bends low and takes a close look at Ellie's vulva -- perfectly hairless, as ordered. She doesn't touch her.
"I haven't touched myself and I haven't come without permission," Ellie reports, proudly. She is hoping that this means that she will escape punishment today, and maybe even receive some kind of reward. "Um. Also, someone asked me out."
"Oh? I'm surprised it took this long. What did you tell them?"
"I said I wasn't interested in a relationship right now."
"Who was it?"
"A guy at my climbing club. Lucas. I don't know him very well."
"A man?" Miriam chuckles indulgently. "Good instincts. If any other man asks you out, tell them the same thing. You're not interested. If a woman asks you out... tell them you'll think about it. Then come and tell me who she is."
"Ma'am?"
Miriam and Ellie are both bisexual. Miriam knows that Ellie has no strong preference either way, though historically she has dated more men than women. (Her lack of experience with lesbianism is part of the reason she's here.) Meanwhile, Ellie knows that Miriam has dated -- or specifically, dominated -- both women and men in the past, but doesn't know if she even has a preference.
"My interests go in cycles," Miriam explains. She squeezes Ellie's immense upper arm, feeling the goosebumps, and tracing the deep line between her biceps and triceps. Then she gently tweaks Ellie's stiff left nipple. "Right now I'm in girl mode. I've had no interest in men for a long while. Which means you have no interest in men either. A year from now, maybe I'll mix things up again. Or switch to fucking men exclusively. Who knows?"
"But... you're interested in other women, ma'am?"
Miriam ignores the question. She presses a large scrap of black leather to Ellie's chest. "Put this on."
It's not immediately obvious to Ellie what it is, until she unfolds it and examines its shape. It is a hood.
Ellie hesitates.
"Put it on," Miriam repeats.
Ellie puts it on. The hood completely encloses her skull, ears and eyes, though Ellie discovers that she can hear quite clearly through the leather -- there are discreet holes, which she didn't notice. Her nose, mouth and chin are left uncovered. The hood is snug and very comfortable and absolutely dark. She is blind.
"Oh," Miriam says. "That's much better." She finds Ellie far more attractive with her eyes covered. So vulnerable and yet so powerful. Like some monstrous beast of highly trained muscle, no longer fully human, hunting by scent alone. "Fold your arms behind your back. Grab your elbows. I don't have time for a proper arm bind, today. Keep your arms folded. If you don't, you'll pay."
"Ma'am, what is a proper arm bind? I don't think I've ever had one."
"I'll show you another time. Now, hold still. I have some... adornments for you."
Miriam cups Ellie's right breast for a moment, stimulating her nipple with a finger and thumb, pinching it lightly and causing it to rise up expectantly. Then, Ellie feels something hard there instead. Two hard round plastic jaws, closing around her nipple from side to side, gripping it tightly. Ellie winces and then hisses with pain as Miriam tightens a screw, increasing the pressure. "Aaah, ma'am, that hurts! What is that?"
"A gift, young lady," Miriam replies. "A decoration, to make you look more beautiful." She lets the clamp go, letting its metallic body dangle against Ellie's chest. "And here is another." She does the same to Ellie's other nipple. The pain is quite something. On both of her breasts, now, she feels a cruel, hard pressure, like firmly gripping fingers and thumbs. Ellie has to bite her tongue to avoid crying out.
"These are the friendliest ones I have," Miriam explains. "Soft grips. No serrations or spikes. No weights, this time. If you can't tolerate these, we might as well end this right now."
"Nnnnnnnnnh. Ma'am, does this give you pleasure?"
