"Attention."
Ellie stands up straight, heels together.
"Lift your chin up a little," Miriam says to her. "Don't look at me, eyes forward. Back straight, shoulders square." She uses a riding crop to tap each part of Ellie's body. When Ellie has the right position, she nods approvingly.
"This is the most basic position there is," Miriam explains. "Not really a bondage position at all. You can expect to hold this for long periods of time. Good for showing off your figure."
"Yes, ma'am."
Standing barefoot in the grass, Ellie is six feet and one inch tall. She is nude, and towers over her domme. Her figure is Amazonian, swelling with dense muscle. Immense trapezii, shoulders, latissimi dorsi; abdominals like a brick wall, the hardest ass Miriam has ever pinched, thighs like tree trunks, calf muscles like bunched fists. She is a pillar of feminine power, a monument to her own determination and the tireless hours she spends working on her own body. Miriam circles her, slowly, admiring the fine detail of her musculature, watching her chest slowly rise and fall. She grips Ellie's wrist with two fingers for a few seconds, feeling her strong pulse. Ellie's resting heart rate is in the forties.
This is a decent position, it's true. But for showing off a submissive's figure there are better positions, Miriam knows. They'll get there.
Opposite Ellie, Simone also stands to attention. Simone is a petite, dark-skinned, achingly slim girl with AA-cup breasts and very large areolae. She is almost completely naked, as Ellie is, except for a hood of black velvet which encloses her head. Eyes, ears, nose and mouth. There are small holes for her nostrils, but that's all. It is clear from the outline of Simone's jaw that there is something large in her mouth, under the hood. She also wears a thin leather choker, as always.
They are in Miriam's garden. It's late afternoon, still warm, and the Sun is setting. Miriam is training Ellie in the standard positions, using Simone as a model.
"Inspection."
Ellie doesn't immediately know what to do. But Simone knows all of the positions, and wordlessly demonstrates for her. She spreads her feet shoulder width apart, and puts her hands behind her head, raising her elbows.
Ellie imitates her. This is a familiar position. She's done it before for Miriam a few times. She just didn't know the name.
"Interlace your fingers," Miriam commands. Ellie obeys. Simone is facing her, so she couldn't see her fingers. "Chin up. Stick your tits out a little." This last instruction comes with a light blow to the boob.
Ellie grunts.
As for their domme: Miriam is a sensationally beautiful woman of forty-nine, with high cheekbones, gray-green eyes, and a thin smile. She wears a severe plain black dress which clings tightly to her sumptuous hourglass figure from her throat down to mid-thigh. The dress is very short-sleeved, leaving her graceful arms free to move, and her long, glossy black hair is pulled back into a tight bun, out of the way. She wears glasses today, and black tights, and tall platform heels. Amazing legs, a fantastic ass, a full G-cup bust. A commanding figure. Stern and stunning.
Miriam inspects Ellie, running her riding crop across her bronzed skin. She runs it between her legs: first the leather paddle, and then, pushing forward a little, the crop's thin metal shaft. Ellie smiles at the light touch of pleasure.
"This position exposes a little more of the body. I like having access to your armpits," Miriam says, caressing Ellie there. "Quite sensitive, the underarms. Oh... some hair here. You need to shave."
"Yes, ma'am, I'm sorry, ma'am."
Miriam slaps her on the behind, hard, with the crop. Ellie shrieks, more from surprise than from pain. She flinches, but takes her position up again immediately. Miriam checks her other armpit and finds the same -- a hint of blonde stubble. She gives Ellie another slap.
"Ah! Thank you, ma'am. Ma'am?"
"Yes?"
"What do you do? Your skin is always so smooth. It's wonderful. Do you wax?"
"I had nearly all of my body hair permanently removed when I was in my twenties," Miriam says. She has a triangle of pubic hair remaining, Ellie knows, but that's all she's ever seen. "You remember I said I've been a sub a few times, back when I was younger. My mistress at the time wanted it. My hair is very dark, which means even the slightest growth would show. She wouldn't tolerate that."
"What was it like?"
"...Painful," Miriam admits. "Extremely time-consuming. Expensive, but Mistress was wealthy enough that it didn't matter to her. The results, though... Mistress loved it. I grew to love it. I'm glad you like it."
"Will you make me do it, ma'am?"
"...Maybe, one day. It's quite a commitment. I haven't made Nymph do it. Now. Gift."
Another instruction Ellie doesn't immediately understand.
Simone/Nymph drops to a kneeling position. She spreads her knees, and lays her hands palm-up on the back of her thighs. Ellie follows suit.
Ellie has been admiring Simone's form. She has a beautiful slender figure, a flat tummy and a trim waist, with a few lower ribs visible, but most impressive is her discipline. She transitions smoothly and gracefully between positions, and holds positions absolutely motionlessly, almost like a mannequin.
Miriam puts the paddle of her riding crop beneath Ellie's chin, and fixes her with a steely gaze. Ellie meets her eye, and holds eye contact for a long time. Ellie loves this position. It makes her quiver. She loves to be beneath her domme, in her power, awaiting her instructions. She realizes that she is holding her breath.
Miriam strokes Ellie's ear with the crop, tenderly. Then her throat. Then her chest, and one breast. Soft tingles spiral up from Ellie's nipple. She aches to be touched. Or to touch her domme in turn. Either would satisfy her.
"Prostrate."
Another unfamiliar position. Ellie looks to Simone. Simone bends forward until she is face-down on the lawn. Knees spread, ass up, forehead pressed against the grass, arms spread forward, wrists crossed, palms down. A very penitent, humble position: head bowed, presenting her back and rear. Unable to see what her domme might be preparing for her, even if she weren't hooded.
Ellie observes what Simone does, and then copies her as closely as she can. In this position, her fingers just touch Simone's. She strokes them lightly, and Simone curls an index finger around hers in turn. They have a special kinship. There is a unique bond which comes from serving the same domme together.
Miriam notices this, and smiles indulgently. She nudges Ellie's feet with one shoe. "In this position your knees should be spread but your big toes should be just touching. And arch your back more. I should be able to balance a glass of red wine between your shoulder blades. Fingers spread, don't clench....There. That's perfect. When you've grown your hair out, it'll fall across your forearms, like a curtain. Beautiful. Faceless compliance."
She strokes the deep crease of Ellie's spine.
"Ma'am," Ellie asks, head down, "will you tell me about your mistress?"
"...Perhaps. I decided I prefer domination to submission a long time ago."
"Ma'am, what were you like as a sub?"
Neither Ellie nor Simone see the brief expression of amusement which crosses their domme's face, as she reflects on her past.
She says, "Unruly."
Miriam talks Ellie through eight or nine more positions, steadily stimulating different parts of Ellie's body as she goes, turning her on more and more with anticipation. She goes through the list from the top once more, a little more rapidly, continuing to critique Ellie's form. Ellie learns quickly. By the third cycle her form is near-perfect, almost as good as Simone's.
"Excellent," Miriam says, as her subs return to attention. "Now, let's make this a little more challenging." She approaches Simone first, and clamps something onto her nipple. Simone's large nipples are pierced with horizontal barbells; the clamp goes on behind the piercing. When Miriam stands aside, Ellie sees that there is now a small silver bell hanging from the clamp. Miriam attaches a second bell to Simone's other nipple, and then crouches down and spends a long moment attaching a third bell to her pussy -- her clit. Simone doesn't react at all to the treatment. Miriam stands back, admiring her newly decorated sub. "Delicious. Young lady, do you hear that?"
Ellie, still standing to attention, frowns. "I don't hear anything, ma'am."
"Exactly. That, my dear, is the sound of training."
Miriam attaches three more bells to Ellie's body, in the same places as Simone's. Ellie has small, red, proud nipples. The clamps are adjustable, with shiny PVC-coated tips. Miriam tightens them up just enough to make Ellie's eyes water. The clitoral clamp in particular is a very exciting experience -- it takes some time to fit it correctly, as Ellie's clit is very small, and difficult to find purchase on. Miriam finds that her first two fingers are moist after applying it. She has Ellie lick them clean.
Ellie immediately discovers that even the slightest movement causes all of her bells to jingle. And she discovers, to her dismay, that she fidgets, in tiny ways, all the time.
"Silence," Miriam orders her.
Ellie takes a breath, and tries to relax and hold still. She fails. She continues to jingle, every few seconds.
"Quiet!" A strike from the crop.
"Ma'am, I can't do it!"
A smirk from her domme. But no more punishment, yet. Ellie jingles again, quivers. This is much harder than she was expecting. How does Simone do it?
"Now, inspection."
Miriam takes them through all the other positions again, one every twenty or so seconds. There isn't a single position Ellie can hold without jingling. Simone does it all silently. Sometimes, even her transitions are entirely silent. How is that possible? Ellie watches her carefully, with real envy. She moves slowly, gracefully. No sudden starts or stops. She flows from position to position, like syrup. Elegance and discipline to die for.
The last position is called the table, on all fours. Head bowed, knees slightly apart. Miriam keeps them here for a few minutes, stroking Ellie's pussy with a hand, forward and back, sliding her soft fingers between her labia. Ellie is a naturally orgasmic girl, and already very turned on. But she's also forbidden to come without permission. She focuses hard, tries to shut the pleasure out, tries not to twitch at her domme's sensual touch. She can't do it. She jingles with anticipation.
"Ma'am, I'm going to come."
"Oh, no you're not." Miriam slides deeper, applies some pressure.
"Ma'am--! Oh--!" Ellie makes a high-pitched whine.
Miriam disengages. Ellie gasps, and controls herself. Her bells settle.
