Miriam breaks away. Ellie’s hands fall to her sides, and then she remembers to fold them behind her back again.
Miriam licks her lips, smiling with some pride. “Now come and have breakfast.” She leads her sub away to the kitchen.
*
Miriam’s breakfast is black coffee and a bowl of cereal.
Ellie’s breakfast is Miriam. Miriam has her kneel on a cushion beneath the dining table, and takes pleasure from her while she reads the financial news on a tablet.
Ellie’s performance is impaired by the distracting pain in her rump. She has red stripes back there, and they feel madly painful. There is not much room for a girl of her stature to maneuver under the dining table, and she still isn’t allowed to use her hands. And, although Miriam spreads her legs, she doesn’t remove her underwear, so Ellie has to pleasure her as best she can through a thin layer of cotton.
Still, within a few minutes, Miriam is cooing happily, and squirming in her chair, and her underwear is becoming damp. Ellie knows her domme’s body well now. She knows how to get her domme off, quickly and efficiently.
There is a clatter as Miriam drops her spoon in her empty cereal bowl. She grips the seat of her chair, hands shaking, and spreads her legs more, pushing her hips forward toward Ellie. “Oh, good sub!” Ellie gnaws hungrily at her pussy through the scanty, wet material. Miriam rolls her eyes back and curls her toes, and comes. It’s a delightful morning climax, the perfect start to the day. “Oh yes! Oh yes…”
She recovers. She pushes her seat back, and says to Ellie, “Good. Very pleasurable.”
Ellie beams. “Thank you, ma’am! Um, ma’am? May I have some food now?”
Miriam laughs. “Yes! Help yourself to anything you can find here in the kitchen. There’s oatmeal, eggs, fruit, whatever you want. While you’re eating I’m going up to get ready for work. I assume you’ll want to do the same. You already know where the guest bathroom is. Your clothes are still in your kit bag in the hall… I assume you brought a change of underwear, at least. We’re leaving at 7:15. Clear?”
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll be ready.”
*
“It’s a problem that you’re both my employee and my lover,” Miriam says, as she drives. “It’s not good for the power dynamic. For a fistful of reasons. You know this.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Ellie shuffles uncomfortably in the passenger seat, not able to sit up straight. Her rear still hurts. The caning was a quick, effective punishment. Perfect for a busy morning.
“So here’s what’s going to happen,” Miriam says. “I’m quitting my job. I’m serving my notice this morning. I’m a high-profile executive, I’m good at what I do, my skills are in demand; I can find a new job. Most weeks, I receive a few speculative job offers from other organizations who want to poach me. And it’s easy for me to find other openings. It won’t be a problem. Alternatively, I have savings. I can live off of those for a year, if I want.”
“Ma’am, are you sure?”
Miriam says, “I’ve been in this role for more than four years. It’s getting too easy. Too routine. I’ve been idly wondering whether I needed a new challenge for most of the past year, and now I’m sure of it. It’s the right time for me to move. The fact that it solves our problem is actually kind of a coincidence.”
“Ma’am, what if you quit your job for me and… it doesn’t work out? With us? It’s still early.”
“Then it doesn’t work out,” Miriam says. “It happens. As for right now, I know what I want. I want you. Every part of you.”
Ellie doesn’t know what to say.
They drive in silence for a little while.
*
Miriam parks in her allocated space in the office car park. She stops Ellie before she gets out of the car. “You still have one stolen orgasm to be punished for. Your punishment for today is going to be to wear this.” She holds something out in the palm of her hand. It is a love egg, a dense lump of purple silicone.
Ellie’s face betrays a little trepidation.
“Put it on,” Miriam prompts her sub. “Well, you know what I mean. In. I have a little lube if you need it?”
Ellie shakes her head. She takes the egg from Miriam’s hand and glances around, guiltily. No one is around in the car park to watch. She lifts her sweater up, and pushes the egg down inside of her underwear. And then up, inside of herself. It goes in smoothly and settles into place. The egg is quite large, but not uncomfortable, just oddly heavy. Ellie squeezes it. It feels nice.
“Keep it in all day,” Miriam tells her. “I’ll come by to collect it at the end of the day.”
“Yes, ma’am. Ma’am, does… will this vibrate?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Hard to say,” Miriam says, casually. “I have an app on my phone which I can use to control it remotely. I might give you some personal touches during the day, to keep you on your toes… but I may just leave it on random.”
“Um. How strong is the vibration?”
Miriam takes her phone out. She taps a few buttons.
Ellie feels the egg shudder inside of her. It’s completely silent, but the weight inside it is clearly quite substantial. Ellie takes a sudden, deep breath, and grasps the car door handle, tightly. “Oh,” she says after a few seconds. “That’s good.”
Miriam turns it off. “That was about a three. It goes up to ten. You’ll find out what ten is like soon enough. Of course, you’re still forbidden to come.”
Ellie gulps. “Ma’am, I have work to do today!”
Miriam smiles brightly. “I know.”
“Ma’am, last thing today I have to give a presentation! It’s my last four weeks of research results. I have to stand up and talk to a room full of people!”
“Oh, really? Good luck!”
*
It is a very long day for Ellie.
The egg murmurs slowly inside of her, varying between a one and a three, pretty much all day. It feels lovely. Ellie finds it erotic and exciting to be walking down corridors or working at her desk while other people bustle around her, not paying attention to her, not aware of the secret pleasure she is receiving from her domme the whole time. But it also makes it difficult to concentrate on her work.
Her supervisor picks up on it. She stops Ellie as they walk past one another in the aisle between desks. “Ellie? You seem a little distracted today.”
“I am,” Ellie says. She coughs, awkwardly. “Yes. Uh. I’ve been feeling kind of… sick.”
“Oh?” Her supervisor shows some professional concern. “Pushing yourself too hard in the gym?”
“No. It’s different from that. Oh!” As Ellie is speaking, the egg cycles up, to a four or five. She clutches her belly, involuntarily.
Her supervisor raises her eyebrows. She is in her forties, married with three teenaged children. She is a completely pleasant lady, and probably the most plain vanilla person Ellie knows. She would never, in a million years, be able to guess what was actually going on.
The egg goes up to six for a moment. Ellie grunts, and clenches up her pelvic floor muscles to stop it from slipping out.
“Cramp,” her supervisor says, sympathetically. “You can take the afternoon off if you need to, dear. You’re clearly not well.”
“It’s fine,” Ellie babbles. “I’ll be okay.” She scrambles past her, toward the ladies’ room.
The bathroom is empty. Ellie sits in a stall and focuses hard, while the egg’s intensity increases more and more. It feels wonderful, although vaginal stimulation alone usually isn’t enough to fully satisfy her. The temptation to reach down and touch herself is almost irresistible. She feels as if just a few strokes on her clit would get her to climax. Or she could reach up inside her top and tweak her nipples…