It's late in the office gym, and Ellie and Miriam have the place almost to themselves. Ellie is practicing walking on her hands, while Miriam watches.
A long time ago, Miriam taught Ellie how to walk. With confidence, and her head held high, and a subtle sway in the hips. Ellie walks that way all the time now, and she definitely commands more attention because of it. She turns more heads, which is the way her domme likes it.
Walking on her hands, though, is a completely different proposition. Even for someone with the necessary raw strength -- Ellie can deadlift twice her bodyweight -- it's a tremendous feat of skill and balance on top of that. To do it at all is difficult. To do it for a long period of time, consistently, without wavering or trembling, is very impressive for Miriam to watch.
And more than a little stimulating. The way Ellie's shoulder and arm muscles swell with the exertion... the way it shows off her core strength and her powerful legs, arched back over her head... her little gasps for breath, her grunts of exertion...
A simple step, a low aerobic step placed on Ellie's route by Miriam, is a major obstacle. Ellie climbs it carefully, one hand at a time. She stalls for a second on top, catching her breath and steeling herself for the descent. Then she drops the shallow step to the floor on the far side. Her forearms are ready to burst.
She reaches the far side of the gym, and rests her trainers against the wall, panting. She looks down/up, at the gym floor. Sweat runs down her nose and collects, but doesn't drip, yet.
"Very, very good," Miriam says.
"Ungh. This is fun," Ellie says. Even talking while inverted is hard going.
"So I have a challenge for you," Miriam says, pulling her phone out and taking up a spot where she can film her sub. "You have to take your top off, and then put it on again. While you're doing a handstand."
Ellie puffs. She considers the challenge. Instead of attempting it, she folds her legs down and stands up again. She walks up to Miriam, who is a head shorter than she is, and says, "This is for some online thing?"
"It's for me," Miriam states. "You know I don't put photos or video of my subs online, ever. But... yeah, that's where I got the idea."
Ellie's eyes flick over to the far corner of the gym. There is one person left in the gym other than them. A woman in her mid-twenties, using the elliptical trainer. She's a medium-height girl with pale skin and curly red hair. Her hair would fall to about her chin, but it's bundled up into a small stub of a pony tail. She wears pale gray-blue yoga shorts and a loose, shapeless white T-shirt with a scuffed Wonder Woman print on it. It looks like today is leg day. She has amazing legs, long and toned with powerful thighs. Her shorts are short and ruched, showing off a sensational ass.
She's a regular, but a relative newcomer. She's only been to the gym a few times so far. And, though she tries to hide it, Ellie and Miriam both know that she spends most of her sessions watching Ellie work out.
"Your little follower?" Miriam says to Ellie. Ellie has attracted several now, male and female.
Then Ellie looks down, meaningfully, at herself. She's wearing high-waisted maroon leggings and a sleek gray long-sleeved workout top. Bust support is built into the top. She isn't wearing a separate bra underneath. If she tried the challenge, she'd spend about half of it topless.
"You can do it facing the wall," Miriam says, reading her mind.
"You're showing me off to her, aren't you?" Ellie says, keeping her voice low.
"Yes."
Ellie moves around Miriam, so that her back is to the redhead, and leans down to Miriam's ear. "Is that all, ma'am? Showing off?"
Miriam smiles mischievously. "Would you like there to be more?"
Miriam and Ellie have a perfectly balanced relationship. Miriam can fuck whomever she wants. Ellie, meanwhile, is required to fuck whomever Miriam wants. She bows her head. "My body is yours, ma'am. Would you?"
"Oh, good answer. But seriously, do you find her attractive?"
Ellie looks at the floor. Whatever she says, there's an excellent chance that her domme will deliberately give her the opposite of what she wants, just to make her crazy. But... Miriam always knows what she wants. Because she is a lusty, untamed demoness, and she always wants the same thing: to express herself, physically. To create pleasure. To make love.
Best to be truthful. "Yes. Very attractive. But... I don't know if she's dominant, or submissive like me, or neither..."
"Tell me. Tell me in your own words, what you'd like to do with her."
Ellie bows her head again. It's a subtle way to show deference. If they weren't in front of someone, she would be on her knees at Miriam's feet. "Whatever you order me to do, ma'am."
"Ooh, quit dodging my questions!" Miriam slaps Ellie on the arm. "Give me a straight answer or you'll be punished."
"...I would like to make her scream, ma'am."
"Oh, my."
They look one another in the eye for a moment. And then Miriam cackles. "That's not really a straight answer, is it?"
Ellie laughs too. "No, ma'am. It's a very gay answer."
Miriam says, "So. Her name is Andrea Frake. She usually works at the Northland office, two states from here. But she and some guys from that office have transferred here for three weeks. They're working on a graphic design project with one of our teams. Actually, I believe the project is complete. It's the end of the three weeks. They're flying back first thing tomorrow."
Potentially no strings, in other words. Ellie asks, "Is she seeing anybody?"
"Amazingly, her employee bio doesn't say." There's a company-wide employee directory; employees are required to keep it filled with up-to-date professional information about themselves, like contact details and working hours. There's no section for relationship status. "It also doesn't say whether she's into BDSM. Or girls, come to that. Under 'Hobbies (optional)' she put fitness, art and her dog."
Not a lot to go on. Ellie steals a glance at Andrea. They make eye contact. Ellie gives her a bright, inviting smile. Andrea blushes and looks away. She has gray-green eyes. Beautiful lips, cute button nose. Freckles.
"She and her team did a very good job with the design project," Miriam adds. "And I think she deserves a reward."
"Yeah," Ellie breathes.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Let's do the challenge," Miriam says.
"Okay."
Ellie rolls her shoulders, stretches, and then takes her position. On her hands, feet braced against the wall, facing down. Miriam also takes up a position, filming her.
Slowly, using one arm at a time, Ellie works her top down her body. It's difficult; much more difficult than it even sounded on paper. She works it over her head. She spends a long, difficult moment with her top tangled up around her head and her right arm stuck inside of it.
"Unghf."
"You need a hand?"
"Uh uh." Ellie finds her way out. She unthreads her arm, goes back to two hands for a minute to rest, and then pulls the top down her left arm, and tosses it away, in Miriam's direction. Now successfully topless, she cranes her head in Miriam's direction, and flashes a cheeky, triumphant grin. Her bare back is a network of bronzed, flexing muscle. The angle is delicious.
Miriam sighs with pride. She kicks the top back within her sub's reach. "Now put it on again. Part two!"
