Ellie still isn't used to being almost permanently naked. After showering and drying herself off, she instinctively wants to get dressed. She hunts around for her clothes, but they aren't there. She can barely remember what she did with her clothes. They must still be in the dining room. In a disorganized heap in the corner, where she left them when her domme made her strip, hours and hours ago. It feels strange to just hang her towel up and walk away.
She joins Miriam in the master bedroom, and they curl up in bed together, watching TV, but not really watching it. A gardening show, a pleasant, slow background burble which demands no real attention. Ellie has kind of lost track of time, but it's late afternoon now, and the Sun is setting. She's starting to become hungry.
"How do you feel?" Miriam asks her.
"I don't think I've ever had this much sex in one day," Ellie says, stretching dreamily. "And you know I've never done this much bondage before. I really liked being upside-down. I want to try that again." She slides her hand along her domme's inner thigh. "It feels so good to just... give you control. To stop being me, and be part of you instead."
Miriam asks, "And how do you feel about Simone?"
"Oh, she's so beautiful, ma'am! And she's so good with her tongue..."
Miriam smiles. "Wait until you find out what she can do with the rest of her body."
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Young lady," Miriam asks, "have you ever been involved in a ménage à trois before?"
Ellie shakes her head.
"Polyamorous relationships are always different. They always take some adjustment, and they can become very complex. And fraught. They require some emotional discipline. Personally, I dislike drama. Bondage, domination, sadism, even some mind games, yes. Drama, no. So, I have ground rules.
"This is not a triangle, and it's definitely not a love triangle. It's a V. I am your domme, and I am Simone's domme. You both submit to me. Simone has been my submissive lover for longer than you have, but that doesn't give her authority over you. She is not your domme. And she isn't your girlfriend, either. She is my sub. Her body is mine, just like yours is, and you will respect that. Do you understand?"
"...I think so?"
"For example," Miriam says, "if I leave you two alone together, nothing happens. Unless I say so."
"Nothing?"
"Hands off. No fooling around, no making out. No cunnilingus or tribbing or any other kind of sex you can think of. I would consider that a very serious transgression."
Ellie thinks about this.
Miriam adds, "Unless I order you to fool around. In which case you'll fuck like wild mink."
"Oh!" Ellie blushes.
She thinks some more. And then asks, "If Simone isn't my girlfriend, but we're in this relationship together and we're sometimes... making love... if we're submitting to you together, then what is she to me?" She laughs, uncertainly. "My co-worker?"
"Your sister sub," Miriam tells her. "Your trusted sex partner. It's different from anything else. Like I said, it'll be strange. But you'll adjust. I hope that you'll also be friends. But... being friends isn't actually required. Subs don't have to like each other to put on a good submissive performance together. Trust counts for more, and trust isn't the same thing. And good communication counts, too. In fact, that's something you should keep in mind, young lady. One day, it may please me to have you fuck someone you don't like at all. Or don't find attractive at all."
Ellie looks up at her domme.
"And you'll do it," Miriam informs her. "And you'll love it."
"Yes, ma'am," Ellie breathes. It's a difficult thing to contemplate in the abstract. A deep, unpleasant act of submission. Potentially, a supremely erotic experience.
*
Simone joins them. She, like Ellie, is now entirely nude. She is a diminutive, very slim young woman, a few years older than Ellie, with very dark skin and pure black hair. She wears her hair in a cute short bob which falls partly over one of her eyes. Simone has had time to restyle it -- there's no way of knowing that she was wearing a latex hood for the past few hours. She has a varied collection of piercings in both ears, including a Daith piercing. She wears a very thin, undecorated black leather choker.
Ellie is amazed to discover that Simone's waistline really is that narrow. Her corset wasn't enhancing her figure, it was just sitting naturally on her hips, and following the natural curve of her body. Her lower ribs stand out. She is very flat-chested, a AA-cup maybe, with very broad, dark areolae. Her nipples are pierced horizontally with silver barbells. There is a silver stud in her belly button, too. She walks with the trained grace of a ballet dancer. If Ellie didn't already know that Simone is exceptionally flexible, she would guess it, just from the way she moves.
She is absurdly beautiful. An irresistible sexual being. Ellie admits it -- Miriam has very good taste in submissive lovers. Ellie bites her lip, happily, remembering that Miriam selected her as sub too.
Miriam holds her free hand out. Simone takes it as she mounts the bed, and slinks beneath Miriam's arm. There is plenty of room for all three of them.
"I was just explaining our boundaries," Miriam says to Simone.
"Yes, ma'am," she replies. Her voice is warm and sensual.
Ellie can't help but stare lustily at her fellow sub's body. Simone catches Ellie's eye for a second, smiles warmly, and looks away. Ellie has to fight the urge to reach out and caress her. To stroke her cheek, kiss her. To touch her, pleasure her, worship her, make love to her, bring her to climax--
Boundaries. Here, naked in bed together with their domme, there is a boundary between them.
"Ellie," Miriam says, "this is Simone. My Nymph. Simone has been submitting to me for... what is it? Four years?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"We met a little after I started as office director. The CEO threw a winter party at his penthouse in Manhattan. This was the previous CEO, not Caitlin. All the C-levels were invited, and all the executives. About a hundred people in total. The entire upper echelon of the corporation. I was there, and I was about the most junior person there. I was the newbie. It was an amazing event. Black tie. His penthouse was-- you'd have to see it to believe it.
"I spent most of the evening networking. Working, in other words. Like I say, I'd just started, and knowing who's who is just part of the job at my level. You can't get anything done without knowing who can get it done. But then... there was Simone."
Simone looks up, but doesn't say anything. She lets her domme tell the story.
"She seemed very out-of-place. She was the youngest person at the party by about a decade, aside from maybe some of the wait staff. And she absolutely didn't want to be there. And when the drinks were going around and everybody was starting to loosen up, she seemed to be surrounded by older guys who she wasn't interested in. So, I went in there and rescued her. And then I asked her what she was doing there, because she was clearly too young to be an executive, unless she was the CEO's daughter or something."
Miriam stops talking. She leaves an unusually long pause, waiting for Ellie to get it.
Ellie stares blankly for a second, and then works it out. She gasps. "Oh my gosh!"
Simone smirks.
