Ellie Submits Pt 13

Simone is bound. Her legs are spread into a taut side split, with her ankles tied to opposite corners of her domme's oversized bed, dividing the bed in two diagonally. Her arms are doubled up, with tight loops of red rope tying her wrists to her shoulders, and her hands are bundled up inside small latex mitts which render them useless. She balances upright, although she could easily flop backward, or forward onto her chest. She has a red ball gag in her mouth and a hood over her head, blinding her. She holds her position patiently, barely moving a muscle.

Ellie is knelt in front of her.

"Young lady," Miriam says to Ellie, stroking her ear, "you've had your last orgasm for the day. You're done. And you know that you have a great deal of punishment waiting for you. We'll get to that another time. Nymph, however... has shown me exceptional discipline and restraint, both in the scene today and in the past few weeks. She has served me well, and she has earned a reward. You are her reward.

"I'm going to leave her in your power. I'm going to go and prepare us all an evening meal. In about forty-five minutes' time, you'll hear a dinner gong, and when you hear it you'll have sixty seconds to both join me for dinner. Until then... her body, which is mine, is yours. And you may do anything you wish to her."

Ellie stares at Simone's eyeless face. "Can I--?"

"Anything," Miriam says. She leans down, and whispers into Ellie's ear, making the hairs stand up on her arm. "Anything."

She presses a bottle of scented oil into Ellie's hand. Then she leaves.

*

Ellie bites her lip.

Simone doesn't move. She feels the mattress move as Ellie crawls forward, curiously.

"I've never been the dominant one before," Ellie says. The feeling is very unfamiliar. She doesn't know where to begin.

Ellie inspects her temporary sub's body, without touching it. Simone is a astonishingly petite, slim young woman. Her upper body tapers down to a naturally narrow waist. Ellie admires the creases around Simone's hips, where she has her legs spread achingly wide -- wider than Ellie could ever manage. Ellie works out for strength and aesthetics, not flexibility. It doesn't look as if being tied in a split hurts Simone at all. Or if it does, she doesn't show a hint of discomfort. Ellie wonders how much wider than one hundred and eighty degrees she could go.

She could find out. Simone's body is hers. She can do anything she wants with it.

Ellie pours a little oil into her hands. Then she puts her hands on Simone's waist, and smears her obliques with oil, while also probing her muscle tone with her fingers. Ellie squeezes tightly around the narrowest part of Simone's waist. Simone is just barely slim enough that Ellie can, if she squeezes hard, completely encircle her waist with her hands. Thumbs together in front, middle fingertips just touching behind. Ellie sighs with amazement when she discovers this. "Your body is so beautiful," she whispers.

Ellie moves upward. She massages Simone's abdomen, leaving a glistening trail of oil, circling her prominent lower ribs. A little more oil, and then Ellie cups Simone's bust, and thumbs her nipples. Simone has a very flat chest, her breasts making only small pointed peaks. She has broad, dark areolae, and fat nipples pierced horizontally with silver barbells. Ellie circles her nipples for a moment, and then toys with Simone's piercings.

"I don't really go for piercings," Ellie says. "At least, I didn't. Until I saw you. These are so beautiful. They look great on you. Really sexy. Did ma'am make you get them, or were they your idea? Was she the one who pierced you? Was it during a scene?"

Simone hears her, but doesn't respond to the questions. She has lapsed into an entirely passive, submissive mode. In her head, she is a doll right now: a totally inanimate flesh toy with a person sealed inside of it, wired up to all of its nerve endings. Her nipples are very sensitive. She tingles with private delight as Ellie plays with them, but shows nothing.

"I wonder if ma'am would make me get the same?" Ellie asks. She bites her lip, thinking about the possibilities of needle play. And then imagining how nipple piercings could be used during bondage. Both experiences could be very painful, and very exciting.

She pours more oil into her hand, and smears it across Simone's sternum, throat and shoulders. Simone is still wearing her leather choker. Ellie likes the choker too. The sexy way it sits tightly on Simone's throat, and becomes tight whenever she takes a breath or speaks...

Then there's the hood. Tight black leather. The hood covers Simone's eyes, nose and mouth, making it difficult to tell that she is ball-gagged underneath it. Nearly-invisible perforations below the nostrils allow her to breathe, gently.

"Ma'am calls you Nymph," Ellie says, while she rubs more oil into her sister sub's arms. "It's so beautiful. I wish she had a special name for me. I guess she calls me 'young lady' more often than anything else. That's nice, but it's not all that special. She does call me 'young lady' in public sometimes, though. I like that. The secret meaning it has. Did you know there are lots of kinds of nymph? You could be one kind of nymph and I could be another. Oh... I guess it's ma'am's decision, though."

More oil. Ellie moves her hands down now, following the angle of Simone's hips, and caressing her firm little ass. Simone's dark skin is already perfectly unblemished, but the coat of oil makes her body shine, and makes her smell like wildflowers. Her pussy is pressed into the sheets. Ellie massages her thighs. Then she follows Simone's right leg, and calf, and plays with her dainty right foot. She rubs oil into her instep, and around her bound ankle, and between her toes.

"Do you like this?" Ellie asks. "I really love it when ma'am plays with my feet. Not everyone has sensitive feet like I do. It just feels so good when she does... this... and this..."

No reaction from Simone.

"No? Then what would you like?" Ellie strokes her calf again, and then her inner thigh. She oils Simone's left leg and foot, making sure she's completely covered. "I don't know what to do with you. Ma'am said I could do anything. I guess I need to think like ma'am does. She always does whatever gives her the most pleasure. I could punish you. I'm allowed to."

Simone doesn't react.

Ellie reaches forward, tentatively, for Simone's nipples. She grips them, not too tightly, and considers giving Simone a real squeeze. Just to see how she reacts. To see what it would be like to be the one delivering the pain. But Ellie relents. It's not something which would give her pleasure. It's not in her nature. Unless she were ordered. If she were ordered, she would do it.

She asks Simone, "When was the last time you came?"

Simone doesn't respond.

"Oh, it was down in the dungeon," Ellie remembers. "You came when ma'am told you to. But before that, I mean. How long had it been? Ma'am said she doesn't let you come very often. Even when you beg for it. It's the same with me. I'm so turned on for her. Nearly all the time."

Simone doesn't respond.

It has, however, been a long time. And she is about as desperate to come right now as she's ever been. Miriam more or less starved her in the weeks leading up to today, hoping to build sexual tension for exactly this moment. And the light oil massage has gotten her motor running, and Ellie's presence in the bed with her, her breath and her strong hands and her body heat, are driving her wild with anticipation. At her secret core, the "real" Simone is hopping up and down, crying "God, yes! Please, fuck me!"

But Simone is a highly disciplined submissive.

Ellie shifts up close to Simone, and strokes her toned obliques again. "Would you like to come? Are you allowed? If you're mine, then, I guess, I can give you as many orgasms as I want..."

She reaches around, and circles Simone's dimples of Venus. She runs her fingers up the groove of Simone's spine. Then, with one hand, around her shoulders and down in front again, and stirs her pussy lips. Now, at last, Simone responds. She can't help it. She twists her upper body, just a little, pressing her shoulder against Ellie's chest. Ellie is almost a foot taller than Simone, and bulging all over with hard-earned muscle. Simone is like a fragile doll in her hands.

"Lie back," Ellie orders. Her first order as a domme.

Simone lies back. Ellie lies beside her and wraps herself tightly around Simone's frail-seeming body, engulfing her with her own muscular physique, in a kind of tangled, sideways bear hug. Then Ellie indulges herself, strong arms roaming Simone's tight body, cuddling and squeezing her, spreading more oil around. She takes one barbelled nipple in her mouth, and suckles.

Ellie takes care to focus on Simone's pleasure, not her own. While rubbing one leg against Simone's pussy, she makes sure not to grind her own pussy against Simone's hip, even though that would be so easy and so pleasurable right now, even though she feels as aroused and amorous as ever. She massages Simone's inner thighs, and then reaches for Simone's pussy again and gives her a very deep manual swirl. Simone tenses up, wriggling in Ellie's grip, but still makes no sound.

"Oh!" Ellie suddenly says. "What am I thinking? After ma'am spent so much time training me to use my mouth..." She releases Simone, turns around and grabs her again, this time forming a kind of sixty-nine, her legs wrapped around Simone's shoulders, her arms around her hips. She dives into Simone's pussy, and shows her what their domme has taught her.

Now Simone's body really starts to light up. She arches her back. With her mouth full and her head hooded, she has no way to return the favor. All she can do is soak up the stimulation. Her legs are straining wide, presenting her pussy as a gaping wide opening for Ellie to do whatever she wants with. Ellie is so powerful, her body is so hard... and her oral technique is heavenly. She makes sure to lavish attention on every part of Simone's pussy, her outer lips, her sensitive inner labial folds, her vestibule, her vagina. She takes Simone's fat clit delicately between her lips, and flickers her strong tongue across its tip, as rapidly and intensely as any vibrator.

Simone's toes curl. Ellie shifts her position, still tonguing Simone's clit. She pushes Simone forward against her restraints, dragging her legs even wider than they were, into a difficult oversplit. It's almost like wrestling. An elaborate pin.

Simone starts to whine inside of her gag. The whining becomes more insistent as Ellie continues. And then becomes desperate.

Ellie laps at her sub's hot, quivering clit, steadily increasing the intensity of her stimulation for minute after minute. Then she becomes puzzled. Simone still isn't responding properly.

"Wait," Ellie suddenly says. She turns to look at Simone's blank face. "Are you allowed to come? Ma'am didn't say. And normally we're not allowed."

Simone doesn't move.

"But... she gave you to me... for now, anyway." Ellie realizes what she can do, and breaks into an exultant grin. The power that she has over Simone. The gift that she can give her. It makes her glow with excitement. "Nymph," she says, "you may come! As much as you like."

And she returns to Simone's sex, pleasuring her more intensely than ever. And Simone's back arches again, and she shrieks behind her gag, finally allowing herself to be taken over the edge. She pulls involuntarily at her restraints, elbow stumps waving, legs flexing, bucking underneath Ellie's body, squealing. The bed creaks. Being bound, not being able to fully express her climax physically or vocally, means the pleasure has nowhere to go but back into her, and it fills her with a kind of mad, ecstatic pressure which takes nearly a minute to fade.

Ellie holds her and strokes her, lovingly, as she recovers. She plants small, delicate kisses on her pussy, which is still contracting weakly, releasing drips of oil onto the sheets. There is plenty of the oil left. "Another?"

Simone doesn't respond, other than to breathe heavily through her nose.

"I think you'd like another," Ellie says.

She gets up, and flips Simone upright, and then forward, onto her chest, legs still splayed. Ellie moves behind Simone, and hugs her from behind. She uses her hand this time, penetrating her with two oily fingers and then three, squeezing her clit, tugging at her pussy lips. With her other hand she grasps Simone's breasts from behind, squeezing and kneading them, and then stroking her throat. Simone wriggles in her iron grip. There's no escape. Ellie dominates her with her body. She is immensely strong, relentless and insatiable, with bottomless reserves of stamina. Simone arches her back again, pushing herself up on her elbows, moaning loudly as she reaches what could be another climax, and flops down, almost limp.

Ellie lets Simone relax for only a moment between orgasms, before shifting position and starting over again. Simone wails happily, filled to bursting with Ellie's desires. Ellie continues her domination, demanding more and more and more pleasure from her playmate, eventually coating every square inch of exposed skin with scented lubricant.

Eventually, Simone cries out, weakly, "Nnh nnh nhh!"

That's the safeword. Or, safenoise, maybe. Ellie quickly pulls Simone's hood off, and then unbuckles her gag. Drool spills out, all over Simone's chest and the bed. She takes a huge, grateful lungful of air.

"Are you okay?" Ellie asks.

"I just need to breathe!" Simone gasps. Her eyes are watering. "Haaah. Oh my God. Haah. That hood and gag... usually they're fine on me... but there's only a few small holes under the nose... God, you're a machine. I can barely keep up." She meets Ellie's gaze, lustily, and rubs her damp eyes against Ellie's body. "Ma'am chose well," she breathes. "She always chooses so well..."

Ellie gives her a brief, affectionate kiss on the lips. "Do you want me to untie you?"

"No! Don't stop. Tie me tighter if you want."

"Tighter?" Now Ellie is really interested. "How does this get tighter?"

*

Ellie doesn't know rope bondage, so Simone has to walk her through what she wants. First, Ellie releases Simone's arm bind, and both her ankles. They leave the leather mitts on.

Then Simone folds herself up into a perfect Yoganidrasana. In the "yogic sleep pose", she lies on her back, with her ankles crossed behind her neck, and her arms reaching around her legs so that her wrists cross beneath her ass. Whatever benefits it might have as a yoga exercise, it could be the ultimate submissive sex position. The pose presents Simone's breasts, genitals and anus, while folding away every other part of her body into a tight pretzel.

Ellie strokes Simone's supple body, envying her flexibility once again. It took Simone no effort at all to get into the position. If Ellie tried it, she would probably sprain something.

"Now tie me up like this," Simone says. "My ankles and wrists, it's easy."

Ellie hesitates.

"This is nothing," Simone assures her. "I'm relaxed right now. You should see the stress positions ma'am puts me in when she's mad."

Ellie uses the same ropes. She makes a mess of the knots at first -- she hasn't had the practice. But soon, Simone's ankles are tightly bound together, and her wrists too. Simone flexes hard, testing her bonds, making sure that they're tight enough that she can't work her way free, no matter what she does. She is entirely at Ellie's mercy.

Ellie puts Simone's hood back on, though not the ball gag. There's a seal in the front of the hood, covering the mouth. Ellie leaves it open. This makes it a little easier for Simone to breathe. Without her face, Simone becomes a doll again, a knot of willing flesh. A red-hot sex object, ready and waiting for Ellie to use her.

There is a long moment of rising tension. Ellie leans close over Simone, studying her bound form once again, letting her hot breath fall on Simone's skin. Simone goes back to her happy place, her passive sex toy space.

Then Ellie resumes her domination. Kneeling beside Simone's head, she places her palm upside-down on Simone's mons, and pushes her middle two fingers up inside of her. Then she pounds her, fucking her whole body with those two fingers. Hard, at first. And then even harder, and harder and deeper still, for minute after minute without respite, until Simone quakes with ecstasy and screams and squirts all over the bed.

Ellie strokes Simone's hooded head tenderly as she comes down. Simone moans happily. "Good sub," Ellie says to her.

Then Ellie turns her to a better angle, and starts over.

It seems as if domination by Eleanor Holloway means only one thing: pleasure. Deep massage, sensual manual and oral stimulation, and then orgasm after mind-blowing orgasm. Ellie pleases herself, and what pleases her the most is to please her sub.

Beneath her hood, Simone passes into a kind of exhausted delirium. Being dominated by Ellie is a whole different experience from being dominated by Miriam, or anybody else. Ellie doesn't use whips or clamps or other instruments of pain, but she is very strong, and she roughhandles Simone's severely bound body in ways which Miriam never could. And she's demanding, and she seems to never get tired.

Simone loves it. She loves to serve, to serve as a receptacle for another woman's sexual urges, a canvas for her lust. Her domme demands orgasms, and it is her joy to be tied up and forced to provide more and more and more of them.

Finally, Ellie tries to fist her. Simone's vagina is relatively accommodating for her petite frame, and she's had years of training since first meeting Miriam. Still, Ellie's hands are somewhat bigger than Miriam's. Four bunched fingers and the tip of her domme's thumb are the most that Simone can manage before she starts to protest. Ellie backs off, instinctively.

But then she thinks about it. "Ma'am said I could do anything," she says to herself. And she tries again. Simone protests again. Ellie continues to push. Harder.

Then the dinner gong sounds.

"Oh no."

*

In the dining room, Miriam is seated at the head of the table, waiting. Three places are set, one in front of her, one to her left and one to her right, with three plates of food. Lemon-roasted salmon with escarole and asparagus, expertly prepared and steaming hot. Ellie's portion is twice the size of the others. Miriam has a timer running on her phone. She set it for sixty seconds from the gong.

Ellie and Simone arrive with one second to spare. Ellie arrives awkwardly carrying Simone, who is still completely tied up, and not able to walk by herself, although her hood is off.

Ellie sets Simone down on the floor and tries to untie her wrists. "I'm sorry, ma'am! Uh. We're here. We're on time."

She catches her domme's eye. Miriam's expression almost knocks her over. A furious, cold scowl. Ellie backs up.

"On time?" Miriam says, deadpan. "What exactly do you think you're on time for? No. Don't touch her. Stand up straight. Stand still."

Ellie obeys, leaving Simone in a ridiculous heap at her feet. Miriam gets up, circles the dining table and advances on Ellie. Ellie, who towers over her, trembles. How does she do this? Ellie wonders. How does she scare me this badly? I could use her as a free weight!

Miriam wipes a fingerful of gunk off of Ellie's abs, and sniffs it. "You're filthy," she tells her. "You reek of sweat and sex. You come to me like this, and expect me to let you sit at my table? And eat my food?"

"N...no, ma'am," Ellie says, facing straight ahead over Miriam's head, eyes wide.

"'No, ma'am'?"

"I lost track of time--"

"Shut up."

Ellie shuts up.

"I gave you responsibility," Miriam goes on. "I lent you my beloved Nymph, and now you're bringing her back to me in this condition?" She nudges Simone with her foot. Simone is a tangled, messy heap on the floor, dripping oil and honey, head lolling, with a dopey grin on her face. She's still in passive obedience mode, partly, but mostly she's too frazzled from being fucked sideways by Ellie to even try to move, or think.