Ellie Submits – part 8 by lonequark
Miriam’s alarm goes off at 5:55am. Her first thought on waking is of her sub, Ellie, who is has been tied up beneath her bed all night. She smiles a cosy, happy smile, silences the alarm and climbs out of bed. “Rise and shine, young lady! We have a busy morning ahead of– What the–”
Ellie is gone. She was tied spread-eagled beneath the bed, wrists and ankles bound to the bed’s four legs. The restraints are still there, empty cuffs and ropes, but Ellie is missing. How could she possibly have escaped? Where is she?
Miriam searches the upper floor of her house, the guest rooms especially. “Ellie?” Then downstairs, she loops around the kitchen, the dining room, the gym, the lounge– and she finds Ellie in the lounge. She is on a couch, asleep, bundled up inside a blanket, only her hair showing. “Ellie! Are you okay?”
Ellie stirs. “Oh my goodness. Ma’am, what time is it?”
“Six in the morning.”
Ellie sits up and tries to stifle a yawn. The blanket falls down around her waist. She is naked. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I wanted to try to get back in position by the time you woke up. I didn’t think you’d be getting up this early.”
“Are you okay?” Miriam asks again. “Was it too much for you?”
“I’m fine! It was just… It was very boring, ma’am.” Ellie looks embarrassed.
“‘Boring’?”
“Ma’am, I like the physicality of being with you. I’ve always liked running and climbing and, uh, ‘vanilla’ sex. And in this past year, weight training. And you push my body in ways I’ve never been pushed before. And I like it. The punishments and the sex training. I think… I like being punished? I mean, I don’t like it. But. I kind of do.”
“That’s called masochism,” Miriam says. “The ‘M’ in ‘BDSM’. And that’s definitely something we can explore further.” She is entirely unsurprised by Ellie’s admission. Her tendencies have been pretty obvious for some time.
Ellie goes on. “But being tied up overnight… there was nothing interesting about it, ma’am. I got bored. So I left. I’m sorry.”
“You never need to apologize for backing out of something you didn’t want to do,” Miriam informs her. “But you could have just asked. You know that, right?”
“Yes, ma’am. But I didn’t want to wake you.”
“…Okay. Maybe next time I’ll leave you with some entertainment. Yes?”
“Entertainment, ma’am?”
Miriam doesn’t elaborate. “Alright, I give up. How did you get out of that bind?”
“…I lifted the bed up, ma’am. The ropes were tied around the bed legs but the legs taper toward the floor. So I lifted one corner up and then pulled the loop down until it came loose. Once I had one hand free, I unbuckled my other wrist and my ankles.”
“You lifted the bed up? With me on it? From that position?”
“The position was very inconvenient,” Ellie admits. “There wasn’t a lot of slack in the ropes, so I couldn’t get much leverage.”
“And I didn’t wake up during this?”
“I set the bed down very gently after my first hand was free.”
Miriam looks impressed. Lifting her huge bed alone is one thing — it took three men to install it, originally. Lowering it, slowly, would have been even more difficult. Even for someone built like Ellie, with huge muscles earned from months of tireless exerci–
“Also, as soon as I was out I masturbated and came, twice,” Ellie says. “I used a guest bathroom. I was thinking of you both times.” She smiles, broadly.
“I beg your pardon. You did what?”
“You said I could! You said I could touch myself as much as I liked! And I could come as much as I liked, too.”
“Oh my God, it was a tease! It was only while you were tied up, young lady! I didn’t mean you could actually do anything.”
“You said ‘Tonight’! ‘Tonight I’ll relax the rules,'” Ellie protests. “You didn’t say anything about me staying tied up.”
Miriam stands open-mouthed for a second. Then she closes her eyes and rubs finger against her temple. Those were, in fact, her exact words. “Wonderful. She’s a lawyer as well as a biochemist.”
“Are you going to punish me, ma’am?”
Miriam sighs, exasperatedly. “…No. Not for that. I hope you enjoyed yourself. Good grief.”
“Yes, ma’am, I did,” Ellie says, smiling happily. “Very much. Thank you.”
“Fine. Now come and stand behind this couch. Bend over the back of it and fold your arms behind your back… And spread your legs. More. Much more. Now wait there while I fetch the cane.”
Ellie remembers, at last, that she still has two other stolen orgasms to atone for.
Miriam returns half a minute later, flexing the cane in anticipation. She is still dressed for bed, in a pink T-shirt and stripy panties, barefoot, with her hair tied back. Ellie watches her approach, then looks away, a little tense and fearful.
Miriam takes aim, and strikes Ellie smartly on the buttocks.
Ellie shrieks with shock. “Oh!” The cane leaves a long, thin, sharp line of pain across her glutei maximi. It’s almost like being cut with a knife. It’s worse because she was tensed up.
“Count these,” her domme orders.
“One, ma’am!”
Miriam delivers five more strokes in rapid succession, taking only about five seconds altogether. Two more across the butt, and then two across the backs of Ellie’s thighs. Then one extremely well-aimed stroke parallel to the first five, directly up into Ellie’s gluteal fold, the crease between her buttocks and her thighs. This area of her anatomy is much more sensitive. It makes a fitting final stroke. Ellie shrieks a little louder at each stroke. The last one really makes her screech. “Aaaaaowww, six! Haaah!”
Miriam lets her sub sweat for a few seconds, waiting for more. The she leans over her, pulling her head back by the hair, whispering into her ear. “Do you think that pays for one stolen orgasm?”
“Yes, ma’am! Yes!”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“I don’t know!” Ellie wails. Her head is buzzing. Her ass hurts like hell. The pain isn’t fading at all.
“Would you like more? I have plenty left.”
“I–” Ellie trails off. She doesn’t know what she wants, and she doesn’t know what answer her domme wants to hear, and she doesn’t even know whether she’ll be punished for giving the wrong answer.
Miriam tugs her hair again, a little more roughly. “Answer me.”
Ellie yelps, “Yes!”
“That’s right. Your body is crying out for it.” Miriam gives her three more. One across the ass, one across the thighs and one into the crease separating them.
Ellie wails, “Ah, seven! Ah, eight! AOWWW, nuh, n-NINE!” Her knees shake.
Miriam steps away again. She rolls her cane between her fingers, waiting.
Ellie tosses her head, processing the punishment. She takes a breath. Now she knows what she wants. They’re almost at a round number. “Ma’am. Please.”
Miriam tilts her head, questioningly. “Please what?”
“One more, please!”
Miriam caresses her sub’s muscular back, and her ear, and then her sore red behind. Ellie whimpers. “I love it,” Miriam murmurs, “when you ask for it. It makes me so hot. What a good sub you are.”
Then she backs up and strikes her a tenth and final time.
Ellie screams again. “TEN! Ten, thank you ma’am! Thank you so much…”
“Stand up. Face me.”
Ellie stands, and Miriam stands up on tiptoes to wrap her hands around her neck and treat her to a long, tender kiss. Ellie drinks her in. After a second or two Ellie’s hands start to find their way up beneath Miriam’s top, exploring her trim waist, her perfect, soft skin…