“Touch yourself,” Miriam commands, between gasps of pleasure. “Ah. I want you to c– ohhhh! Oh, yes! UNGH!”
She orgasms. It happens so quickly that it catches her by surprise. Ellie laps hungrily at her pussy, making sure that nothing drips onto the office chair. With one hand, as instructed, she reaches down into her underwear and begins to stir her own clit.
“I was going to say, ‘I want you to come at the same time as me,'” Miriam finishes. She stretches, dreamily. “But you were too quick for me. Exemplary oral skills. I did say, ‘Make it fast’… Only myself to blame, I suppose.”
Ellie sits back, still stroking herself. “Then… can I come, please, ma’am?”
Miriam tilts her head, considering the question. She takes a long time about it. Then she takes some wipes from her bag and cleans herself up.
“I tendered my resignation,” she says. “I spoke to the CEO about it. I think she was a little shocked. Maybe she was hoping I would stay here forever. She said it was going to be difficult to replace me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Ellie says, nervously, still masturbating.
“Yes.” Miriam pulls her underwear up, and her pants. Then she begins pinning her hair back up. “Anyway, the news isn’t official yet. We’ll need to craft an internal announcement. So, if you could please–”
Ellie mewls.
“–keep it quiet,” Miriam says, smirking. “And be patient. Wait a few weeks until this all shakes out. And then I’ll be a free agent, and I’ll be able to spend every waking moment thinking of new ways to dominate you. And you… may finally be able to tell your friends that you’re seeing someone.”
“Yes, ma’am!” Ellie is looking forward to it. She is also squirming with anxiously suppressed pleasure.
Miriam stands in front of Ellie, feet one foot apart. She wears leather ankle boots with stubby heels. Ellie is kneeling, and almost bent double, her forehead almost touching the floors as she pleasures herself.
“Grab my ankles,” Miriam orders.
Ellie does so, with both hands. Her hands are slippery with juices, and grabbing her domme’s shoes makes them dirty. It occurs to Ellie to mention this, but she decides that unquestioning, instantaneous obedience is better.
Miriam silently counts to three, slowly. “Now come.”
Ellie almost does it. Almost. She bears down hard, but her orgasm doesn’t come. Her pleasure just dissipates into the air. She shakes her head.
Miriam says, “Touch yourself again. Get as close as you can. Now, think about me, and what I’m telling you to do. I own you, young lady. Your body is mine. When I order you to come, you come. You don’t have a choice. You love not having a choice. Do you understand?”
Ellie nods, not looking up. “Uh huh.”
“You say, ‘Yes, ma’am!’ You’re lucky I don’t have a flogger on me.”
“Yes, ma’am, I understand!”
“Now repeat that back to me.”
“You own me. My body is yours. When you order me to come, I come. I don’t have a choice. I love not having a choice. I understand.”
“Perfect.” It is obvious that Ellie is on the edge now. “Now grab my ankles. (One. Two. Three.) And now come.”
“Ah!” Ellie takes a breath, and climaxes. It doesn’t feel like something she does willingly, it feels like a gift. No fingers on her pussy, but she convinces herself that she can feel Miriam touching her there. She presses her forehead to the floor and trembles as the pleasure uncoils and floods her body, from her fingers to her toes. She wails helplessly, in the palm of her domme’s hand. She makes a mess of her underwear. “Ahuh! Oh, thank you, ma’am! Thank you.”
She recovers.
“Now lick your honey off of my shoes,” Miriam adds.
Ellie obeys the order, automatically. She is under control, now. It doesn’t occur to her to question it or think about it. After a minute or two of enthusiastic licking, Miriam passes down another wipe, which Ellie uses to wipe up her drool in turn.
“Spotless,” Miriam observes. “Very good, young lady. Very good indeed. Excellent oral performance, and your orgasm control is improving, also.” She picks up her bag and makes to leave. “I have to get back to my office. I want to work another hour or two. You’re dismissed.”
“Ma’am, are we still on for Saturday?”
“Yes. You know where I live now. Show up at 10am on the dot.”
“Should I bring anything?”
“No.”
“What should I wear?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Miriam says.