Late on Sunday evening, Ellie receives a message from her domme. “Are you thinking of me right now?”
Ellie has just turned in for the night. She puts her bedside lamp on and sends back, “Yes, ma’am.” She was. Her domme occupies most of her free thoughts now. When she’s drifting off to sleep, she often wraps herself up in thoughts of Miriam. Her sensual, womanly body, her lush curves… and her creativity, and her voracious appetite for sexual domination. Ellie likes the warm, comforting feeling of being fully owned by another woman. It constantly turns her on… which, because she’s not allowed to pleasure herself without permission, drives her crazy.
Miriam starts a video call. Ellie scrambles for some headphones. It’s very late, and she doesn’t want to disturb her housemate in the next bedroom.
The video seems to be taken from Miriam’s perspective, in Miriam’s bedroom. The video starts out pointed at a low table, where a forest of BDSM implements is laid out to select from: plugs, dildos, vibrators of all shapes and sizes, clamps, floggers, and things Ellie can’t immediately identify. The video pans across them, slowly. In the background audio, there is the sound of whimpering.
Slowly, the video pans around to Miriam’s bed. There is a very petite, dark-skinned girl bound severely in the center of the bed: Miriam’s other sub, Ellie’s sister sub, Simone. She is lying on her chest, with a strange kind of black latex mask wrapped around her face, covering her eyes, nose, mouth and ears, but not her hair. Her face is a completely featureless shiny surface, framed by her chin-length bob of silky black hair. It’s a very odd look.
Her arms are tied behind her in a long, elaborate bind, using red rope. The bind pulls her shoulders back and toward one another. Her elbows are roped together, and her forearms and wrists too, so that her palms meet near her bottom. Her legs have been bent double and her ankles tied to her upper thighs with more red rope, making her legs into useless knee stumps. She squirms, helplessly, as Miriam slowly circles the bed, studying her struggling form.
Ellie swallows hard.
The camera moves up beside Simone. “Roll over a little,” Miriam says, and Simone grunts as she obliges. Miriam bends down and focuses on her exposed breast. Simone’s usual barbell nipple piercing has been replaced with a fierce black butterfly clamp. There is a chain which leads from the clamp underneath Simone’s chest, presumably to an identical clamp on her other nipple. Miriam toys with Simone’s clamp a little, then gives it firm tug, pulling her nipple out away from her chest, showing just how tightly the clamp is biting. Behind her mask, Simone whines with what could be pleasure and could be pain. Her voice sounds muffled. It sounds like she’s gagged somehow.
“A pair of my used panties in her mouth,” Miriam explains.
Miriam lets Simone lie flat on her chest again. She moves around to behind Simone, and up between her spread thighs. There is a bright red object lodged in her anus, a butt plug or some kind of dildo. It’s fat, at least two inches across. It’s impossible to know how long it is, how deep inside of Simone’s body it goes, but Simone has a fetish for extreme penetration, which means it’s probably huge.
“Up on your knees,” Miriam orders her. “Show the young lady what you’ve got.” Simone raises her ass up and Miriam focuses down on her pussy, now, showing that there is a third, identical clamp screwed onto her fat pink clitoris. Miriam gives it a firm tug, just like the one on Simone’s nipple. Simone shrieks with pain. It’s wound just as tightly as the others.
“As you can see,” Miriam whispers, “we’re about ready to begin.”
The whole scene is so erotic, it makes Ellie want to scream. She sits cross-legged in bed, watching on her phone, spellbound. She does not touch herself — she’s forbidden to do that. Her body is Miriam’s. Her orgasms are Miriam’s. Instead she keeps her free hand behind her back, balled up into a fist, to stop herself. She feels red-hot. She would give anything to trade places with Simone right now.
Miriam slides one finger into Simone’s pussy. Simone whimpers and her body undulates against her domme’s hand, and they set up a soft, pleasant rhythm together. Simone’s clit clamp dangles from her raised pussy, tugging on her clit with its weight, dragging on the bedsheet. It must hurt like hell, but it seems to turn Simone on.
Miriam twists her hand a little, going a little deeper, vigorously stroking Simone’s frilly inner labia. She works fast. She knows exactly what to do to drive Simone wild. Ellie has experienced manual pleasure from her domme many times, but she’s never seen a close-up of what she actually does, not from this angle. Miriam turns away for a second, and dips her hand in a bowl of massage oil on the nightstand, and then continues to stimulate her bound lover, massaging her inner thighs, and then stroking her smooth mons pubis, and then going inside of her, curling her fingers down, looking for her G-spot. She does the whole thing one-handed, holding her phone with the other. She never turns the camera to face herself; Ellie never sees Miriam’s face, or what she’s wearing.
Simone’s gasps become heavier and more urgent. She struggles against her bondage. Ellie is becoming uncontrollably wet. I want to be her, she thinks. I want to be with her. Ma’am has two hands, why can’t she do this to both of us at once?
More lubrication. Another strong tug on the clit clamp, and then Miriam bunches her fist up and pushes it all the way inside of her sub. Simone screams, sharply, then her scream trails off into a moan of ecstasy, as Miriam pushes her hand deeper still, almost to the wrist bone, fingers bunching against Simone’s cervix.
Ellie knew that Miriam fisted Simone on a regular basis, that it was Simone’s absolute favorite. But she almost didn’t believe it was true until right now. Simone is such a small woman, it’s amazing that someone’s whole hand can fit inside of her. It must feel so wonderful, Ellie thinks, to have ma’am so deep inside of you, stretching your pussy so tight…
Simone closes her thighs up, pulling Miriam in. Miriam fist-fucks her for a long, sloppy few minutes. Lube and juice ooze out from the tight seal Simone’s vagina makes around Miriam’s wrist. Simone wails continually, with ascending pleasure. And frustration. Her body, like Ellie’s, belongs to their domme. And so Simone, like Ellie, is not allowed to come without permission. In her current state, she can’t even beg for it. What must that feel like?
Ellie knows how it feels for her, at least. “Ma’am,” she begs, “please may I come!”
Miriam ignores her at first. She fists Simone more vigorously, then pulls her fist all the way out, and then drives it in again, and again, roughly. Simone growls, and her body bucks. Her clit clamp swings against her domme’s arm. She loves it.
Then Miriam slows, and withdraws, hand dripping. Simone’s pussy closes back up. She mewls sadly.
“One of you may come,” Miriam says.
“I choose her,” Ellie says, immediately.
“…You’re sure?”
“Make her come for you, please, ma’am! I want it. I want to see it.”
“…Very well.” Miriam plunges her hand back into her petite sub, and rails her harder than ever. Simone screams, and writhes, and soon comes hard, drenching her domme’s arm with squirted juice, almost hitting the camera. Miriam withdraws, and fondles her ass. Simone falls limp, pussy still twitching. Miriam slowly backs away from her, leaving her lying there, contorted and thoroughly pleasured.
Ellie, watching, blushes and trembles with delight. Second-hand, frustrating, vicarious delight. She could have taken the orgasm herself. God knows she needed it. But how could she let her domme drive Simone to the edge, and then deny her? It would have been too cruel.
It’ll be her own turn soon enough, she knows. Well… she hopes.
“Young lady,” Miriam says, “from now on, when you think of me, I want you to think of this. Us. Of me, railing your bound sister sub. All night. Every night.”
She ends the call.
*
On Monday evening, after work, Ellie heads to the office gym. There are quite a few people using the gym, although Ellie knows that by the time she’s done the place will be empty except for her. The gym is open twenty-four hours a day, and she normally works out for three hours. No one else stays around for that long.
Ellie turns heads when she works out. In her life, she’s always drawn attention because she’s always been very tall, and very beautiful. But when she’s in workout gear, and especially when she’s working out, everybody looks. Today she wears bright blue leggings and a skimpy white sports bra with a strappy back. Her back is a network of muscle. She has abdominals like a stack of bricks, and immense trapezii and deltoids. And, within a quarter-hour of her beginning her workout, every inch of her is gleaming with sweat.
So, it’s impossible not to look. But Ellie ignores most of the attention. She focuses on her workout. She puts on podcasts, and tunes the world out, and works.
Miriam arrives about an hour later. As the office’s executive manager, she works a substantially longer day than Ellie. By the time she arrives the gym is half-empty. She carries her usual kit bag over one shoulder. With her other hand she tows a piece of wheeled carry-on luggage, which, to Ellie’s eye, looks pretty heavy. She gives Ellie a cordial nod as she heads straight for the changing room.
A few minutes later she emerges, changed. She wears her usual black and pink fitness gear, with her hair pinned up into a pony tail. Ellie is in the middle of a set of pull-ups when Miriam approaches her. Ellie stops.
“No, don’t let go,” Miriam tells her. “Are those wireless earbuds?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Young lady, I have a podcast I want you to listen to. An educational show, I think you’ll like it. Where’s your phone? Oh, I see it.” It’s in Ellie’s pocket, on the thigh of her leggings. Before Ellie can do anything, Miriam slides a hand in and pulls it out.
It’s locked, of course. “Ah. Unlock this, would you?”
Ellie releases her right hand from the pull-up bar. Dangling effortlessly from her left hand, she takes her phone from Miriam, unlocks it and returns it. Then she takes hold of the bar again.
Miriam pauses Ellie’s podcast in progress. It was about genetics research. She navigates to some other site, finds what she wants, and starts the stream. Then she locks the phone and slides it back into Ellie’s thigh pocket.
Ellie listens intently. “I don’t hear anything.”
“You will.” Miriam turns away, and begins her warm-up stretches.
Ellie shrugs and resumes her pull-ups.
A minute later, the audio finally starts. It sounds like a girl, whimpering softly. Trying to keep it quiet, but failing. It’s difficult for Ellie to be sure — there’s a lot of ambient noise in the gym, chatter, clanking equipment, making it difficult to hear clearly.
Ellie hesitates, hanging motionless from the bar, listening more carefully. Then comes a pleasured moan.
“Oh my gosh,” she says to herself. She glances guiltily around the rest of the gym. Of course, no one can tell what she’s listening to. She looks over at Miriam, who is focusing on her stretches, and studiously ignoring her.
As Ellie continues her workout, the erotic audio continues too. There’s not a lot to it, just a single young woman mewling with sensual pleasure. Ellie’s eyes widen when she realizes that the voice she’s hearing is Simone. Recorded that weekend, maybe? Ellie feels a flicker of arousal, and a throb of envy.
Sometimes Simone falls silent for a long period of time, and sometimes she rises to an urgent gasping. She sounds like she’s alone, somewhere quiet. Nothing else is audible, no second lover, no slurping or slapping of flesh on flesh.
Before long, it becomes clear that the audio isn’t looping. The recording, whenever it was made, goes on for twenty minutes. And then forty. Simone makes many different happy, frustrated sounds. Ellie works out that there must be some kind of toy being used on her, in long cycles. Or maybe several toys, each one producing a different response. Simone is trying to keep quiet, but she doesn’t sound as if she’s gagged. She never, as far as Ellie can discern, comes. It is a long, merciless tease.
After an hour, only Miriam and Ellie and two men are left in the gym, and the erotic audio is still going. Simone is starting to sound exactly how Ellie would expect her to sound after a solid hour of sexual torment without release — tired, and frustrated. Ellie finally manages to intercept Miriam as she’s stepping off the running machine. “Ma’am… this, uh, podcast?”
“Are you enjoying it?” Miriam asks, brightly. “I think she’s really insightful. She just has so much to share.”
“Does…” Ellie looks around. The other guys are on the far side of the gym. They can’t hear. Ellie lowers her voice. “How long does this go on? Does she, you know?”
“Reach a meaningful conclusion? Not if she knows what’s good for her.”
Ellie blinks. “Is this live?”
“Yes.”
“Is this public?”
“No, just us. It’s a private stream.” Miriam pulls her hair aside, revealing a wireless earbud of her own. She’s listening to the stream too.
“So Simone is–”
“Somewhere,” Miriam says. “Streaming, live, for us.” She takes out her own phone and — apparently — makes a call. Someone picks up. She asks, “How are you feeling, young lady?”
“PLEASE let me come, ma’am,” Simone whispers urgently. The audio comes straight through Ellie’s earbuds too, clear as a bell. “PLEASE let me come, I need it so bad, it hurts so good, I’m so hot for you right now, ma’am, please may I come, please! PL–”
“Thank you.” Miriam ends the call.
Simone goes on pleading for a second after the call ends, and then squeals with frustration. “Thank you, ma’am!” she whimpers to herself. And then her moaning continues.
“She’s tied up?” Ellie asks.
“Restrained,” Miriam says. “With a phone in one hand, and a hidden microphone. And now, listen carefully.” She opens a different app, a collection of sliders and buttons, and drags a slider up. In Ellie’s ear, Simone’s moan of agonized pleasure becomes louder. And louder. Simone tries to stifle herself, but she fails.
“A remote controlled vibrator?” Ellie hisses.
“A lovely big fat cock in her pussy,” Miriam says. “And this one… is the fatter one, in her ass.”
Simone makes a different squeak.
“And the egg taped to her left nipple,” Miriam goes on. “And the one on her right…” She plays with the controls, mixing the different pleasures together.
Simone makes more novel and exciting noises. “Oh, please, ma’am!” she pleads, quietly.
“And the bullet taped to her clit…”
“Aick! Mnf! Oh God!”
“And these last three buttons,” Miriam says, dragging all the other sliders down to lower levels again, “give her electrical shocks. Why don’t you give them a try?”
She hands her phone to Ellie.
Ellie hesitates.
“Shock her,” Miriam orders, quietly. “Each button gives her a stronger, longer shock.”
Ellie gulps. “Um. These buttons aren’t labeled. Where are the electrodes on her?”
“Where do you think?”
Ellie shivers. She starts with the first button. Simone emits a sharp yelp, more surprise than pain. The second button produces a louder yelp of pain, followed by a tearful whimper.
Ellie hesitates over the last one.
“She knows it’s coming,” Miriam tells her. “You’re just making the anticipation worse for her.”
Ellie still hesitates.
Miriam snatches the phone from her and pushes the button for her. Simone takes a breath and emits a full-throated scream, she can’t help it. She finishes up with a soft, “Thank you, ma’am, more, please, ma’am!”
Over in the far corner of the gym, one of the guys looks up, frowning. “The hell was that?”
Ellie turns too. She heard the scream. Not just through her earbuds. Simone is here, somewhere? In the changing rooms?
Miriam also turns. “Was that someone in trouble?” she asks aloud, feigning concern. “Ellie, go check it out.”
The guy is walking toward the changing rooms. Ellie hurries past him. “You check the men’s,” she says to him, heading into the women’s changing room. He does as she says.
The women’s room is empty. Lockers, benches, dripping showers. There’s nowhere that a bound submissive could be hiding. Unless… Ellie listens intently.
Miriam arrives at the changing room door. “Find anything?”
Ellie looks under the benches. Under one of them, there’s a piece of purple, hard-shelled luggage. Miriam’s case, which she brought in with her when she arrived. Ellie noticed it, but didn’t question it at the time. Could it be? Surely it can’t be big enough. There’s a double zipper, and it’s padlocked shut.
Ellie kneels beside the case and listens. She can hear Simone inside of it, sobbing with pleasure. Trying to keep it quiet. And, yes, keeping it quiet enough that normally no one in the changing room would notice unless they were listening for it. Ellie presses her ear to the case, and finds she can even hear the vibrators working their evil magic.
Simone shrieks, sharply. Another level one shock from Miriam.
“How can she fit in there?” Ellie asks Miriam, wild-eyed. “She must be folded up so tightly…”
“She is. It’s a very tight squeeze. But she’s a very flexible young lady, and she adores tight squeezes. There’s even room for the phone.”
Ellie can hardly imagine it. “Is she okay? It’s been hours…”
“Oh, she loves it. Just listen.” Miriam turns a few of the vibrators up, and Simone wails with miserable happiness, and then settles again.
Once again, Ellie feels a throb of lust and envy.
“Come on,” Miriam says. “We both have more work to do.” As she and Ellie leave the changing room, the other guy emerges from the men’s room, where he, of course, has found nothing. He looks questioningly at them. “It’s fine,” Miriam reports. “Someone slipped in the shower and hit her knee, but she’s fine.”
And they get back to it.
As Ellie works through the last third of her workout, Miriam turns the controls up steadily higher. Simone’s moans become longer and more sensual as she nears what could be a climax. Miriam uses shocks to take her down again when she sounds as if she’s getting close.
Eventually the last two guys leave. And then there’s no longer a need to keep things quiet. So Miriam cuts loose, forcing yells and screams out of her tormented sub, who still hasn’t come yet. As for Ellie, she finds the audio experience mind-bendingly erotic, and she becomes hopelessly aroused, and has difficulty concentrating on her exercises.
“Ma’am,” she says to Miriam, “you said you wouldn’t interfere with my workouts anymore!”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Miriam says. “Is this distracting you?”
“Please let her come, ma’am!”
“One of you may come,” Miriam says, again.
Ellie is red hot right now. She clenches her fists and says, “Yes, ma’am. Please give her what she needs. She’s been a good sub. She deserves it.”
Miriam wordlessly hands her phone to Ellie.
“Oh. Um.” Ellie thinks for a second. Then she turns the vibrators up. First the clit bullet, halfway. And then the vaginal dildo, all the way, and the anal dildo, most of the way, and the two nipple vibrators, two-thirds of the way.
Simone shrieks and bellows. It’s very audible now. She’s losing control — she can’t keep it quiet anymore. It’s driving her out of her mind. Ellie slowly drags the clit bullet up, and up, toward maximum. “Please, ma’am!” Simone begs. “Oh, please, please!” And she takes a deep breath, and screams, and struggles, and comes, against her will, hard. Her orgasm goes on for a long, long time, and it sounds as if it comes with some tears. She is still coming as Ellie, red-faced, holds the phone out to give it back to Miriam.
“You want to turn her down again?” Miriam says.
“Oh, gosh!” Ellie forgot. She turns all the sliders down to zero. Simone finally stops orgasming, and cools off.
Miriam takes her phone back. “Leaving her pinned at maximum? Now that really would be cruel.”
“Did she know she was allowed to come just then?” Ellie asks.
“No,” Miriam says, with an evil smile. “I’ll tell her later.” She looks Ellie up and down. She is soaked with sweat, of course, that’s normal during her workout, but she isn’t usually quite that wet between her legs. “Did you just steal something from me, young lady?”
“No, ma’am,” Ellie replies. She grimaces, frustrated. “But I’m so close…”
“Oh?” Miriam raises one eyebrow, and strolls away.
Miriam wraps up her workout a few minutes later, showers, and leaves. Ellie is still using the rowing machine as she leaves. Ellie can’t help but watch. Miriam has her kit bag over one shoulder, and she tows her heavy purple case behind her.
*
On Tuesday morning, Ellie finds a fifteen-minute gap in Miriam’s schedule and goes up to her office on the top floor.
Miriam’s office has a main area with a desk and some chairs for visitors, and a side area with some couches and a coffee table. Miriam is at her desk, working, and wasn’t expecting Ellie. “Oh, hi. What can I do for you?”
“I forgot to give this back to you,” Ellie says. She holds out a small black silicone anal plug, about as big as a man’s thumb. Miriam made her wear it home, a few days before. Clean now, of course.
“Ah, thank you.” Miriam says. She takes and puts it away in her purse. “Did you enjoy it?”
“Um, I think so,” Ellie says. She was made to wear it for twelve hours, overnight. It felt very weird, but she eventually grew comfortable with it.
As Miriam rummages in her purse, Ellie’s eyes wander. She notices the purple case from yesterday, beside Miriam’s desk. She blinks. Is Simone in there?
“Go kneel on that couch,” Miriam orders her, still hunting around for something. “Spread your knees and hitch your skirt up.”
“Ma’am?”
Miriam pulls out a different anal plug. This one is about the same shape as the first, but it’s an inch longer, and noticeably thicker. About the size of a man’s first two fingers.
“Oh! Um.”
“Now!”
“Oh!” Ellie scurries over and assumes the position. She rests her forearms on the back of the couch, and tries to relax.
Miriam follows her over. She strokes Ellie’s muscular backside, admiringly. Ellie works as hard on her glutes as she does on every other part of her physique, and it all shows. “Very good.” Miriam fingers Ellie a little, through her underwear. Today she wears simple lilac boyshorts.
Then Miriam spits on the anal plug, and twitches Ellie’s underwear aside, and slowly begins to work the tip of the plug into Ellie’s anus. Ellie demonstrates some self-control. The sensation is weird, and she tosses her head a little, but she doesn’t make a sound. The plug slides into place without too much trouble. Ellie wiggles her ass, getting accustomed to her new visitor.
“How does that feel?”
“Weird, ma’am.”
“Good. Keep this in until dawn tomorrow.”
“Uh, ma’am. What if I need to…?”
“Then take it out,” Miriam says, “and clean it, and put it back in when you’re done.” She gives Ellie’s pussy a sensual stroke.
“Ma’am, I have climbing tonight… ohhhhh…”
More happy strokes. “Then I guess you’ll be climbing with a big fat plug up your ass. Maybe it’ll make things more challenging for you. You must fly up the walls normally, right?”
“Yes, ma’am…”
“So. You could use an extra challenge.”
“Oh, yes, ma’am…” Ellie rolls her head some more, losing focus on whatever Miriam was saying. Miriam is wonderfully good with her fingers, and Ellie is absolutely ready to go. It’s been days since she last came, and she really needs it, and she was hoping against all hope that her domme would give her what she needs if she came to see her. Only a fifteen-minute slot, but surely that’s enough time, Miriam is so efficient…
Miriam stops. “One of you may come,” she says.
“Oh, ma’am, please don’t do this to me again…”
“Choose!”
“Is she in the case?”
“No,” Miriam says. “That’s just how I sneak her into the building. She’s right there.”
Ellie turns, to see what Miriam is pointing at. “Oh, goodness!” Simone is standing in the far corner of the office, between the other couch and the floor lamp. Ellie didn’t notice her. She’s so still and silent that no one would notice her standing there, unless they looked for her. From half of the office, she wouldn’t be visible at all — she’d be hidden behind the lamp.
Simone is blindfolded, and has a bit in her mouth, a black horizontal cylinder held firmly in place with studded leather straps. She wears a bodycage: an elaborate harness bodysuit, made from diagonally criss-crossing black straps. The straps wrap snugly around her ribs, tits, waist and hips, following the contours of her slim body, but they conceal absolutely nothing. Openings are left for her petite breasts and her pussy. The harness isn’t really BDSM wear — it doesn’t restrain her movement at all. It’s purely decorative. Simone is sensationally hot in it, a delectable sexual morsel.
“Oh, ma’am,” Ellie says, otherwise lost for words. Her heart thuds. She feels hungry.
“Mmm hmm,” Miriam says, agreeing.
“She’s so beautiful,” Ellie breathes.
“Yes… although, I think she looks more attractive in the red one.”
Ellie imagines the red version of the harness. Yes. The contrast with Simone’s skin would be… Oh. Yes.
Simone doesn’t react to the praise. A highly disciplined submissive, she remains completely silent and still, as she has been ordered.
Ellie looks closer. There are butterfly clamps on Simone’s nipples. Small metal weights are suspended from the clamps, hanging against her chest, pulling her nipples down. It must be seethingly painful. Simone’s hands are behind her back. Cuffed, Ellie guesses.
On her feet, Simone wears achingly tall heelless platform shoes. She is standing on a broad, circular metal plate. Rising up from the center of the plate, between Simone’s legs, is a slim, polished pole. Mounted on the top of the pole is a fat blue dildo, and Simone is mounted on top of the dildo. She would have needed help to get onto it, and already being on tiptoes means there’s absolutely no way she could lift herself off of it again. She is pinned. Impaled.
There are two more butterfly clamps on her inner labia, and more weights hanging from them, stretching them, resting against the metal pole. More pain. Her clit is engorged. Honey is leaking from her pussy and running freely down the pole. She must be overwhelmingly turned on, and it must take all her willpower not to be continually emitting little painful noises. There are beads of sweat all over her skin.
“It’s called a one-bar prison,” Miriam says. “I just love the elegance of it. Even if her hands were free, and she could see, there’s no way she could escape.”
“Ma’am, what if someone sees her?”
“You didn’t see her, did you?” Miriam says. “The young lady is very good at keeping quiet. And I know a little something about misdirection. And anyway, the thrill is part of it. Now, choose. Who gets to come today?”
“…I choose her,” Ellie says, ruefully.
“Really?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Ellie isn’t really sure this time. She’s near her limit, now. She has a powerful libido, and would normally masturbate twice or more every day. And her domme’s daily sexual teasing is driving her crazy. But she wants to see where this goes. And it feels like a test. And she adores Simone, and wants her to be happy.
“Very well.” Miriam kneels in front of Simone.
“Ma’am, please may I give it to her?”
“Oh? Yes, I don’t see why not.” Miriam makes way for Ellie. Ellie pulls her underwear back into position, and her skirt down. Then she kneels, and licks her lips, and gives Simone a soft introductory stroke of the tongue. Simone twitches, and moans behind her bit.
“Make it fast,” Miriam says. “I have another meeting starting in five minutes.”
Ellie suckles sensually on Simone’s clit. As she does so, she runs her hands up and down her legs, tugging at the tight straps around her hips. Then she reaches up and grips Simone’s slender waist. And then further up, grasping her firm little breasts, stimulating her areolae with her thumbs. Ellie tries not to disturb the weights. She knows that she shouldn’t try to remove them. Simone whines, and her pussy tightens urgently on the monster dildo rammed inside of her. The weights hanging from her labia clink against the bar.
Meanwhile, Miriam retires behind her desk, and watches the scene with a satisfied smile.
Ellie’s hindquarters bob up and down, and her head twists as she uses different techniques on her lover’s most precious jewel. Having the dildo and the pole in the way makes the angle more inconvenient. Still, very soon, Simone tilts her head back toward the ceiling, and she gasps into her bit. One of Ellie’s hands finds its way around Simone’s waist, to her hands, which are indeed cuffed together. Ellie takes Simone’s hand, and Simone grips Ellie’s, and their bodies start to become one.
Close. Closer. Ellie feasts on Simone’s clit, engulfing it with her lips and tongue, giving her sister sub a deluge of hot stimulation. Simone whines happily, eyes watering. It sounds like she’s almost there.
Someone knocks on the door.
“Come in!” Miriam calls out, brightly.
*
Ellie moves like lightning. By the time the door opens, she’s back in front of Miriam’s desk, making as if she just stood up to leave. The newcomer is a bespectacled older woman, holding a laptop. It doesn’t appear as if she notices anything out of the ordinary.
“Come in, come in,” Miriam says again, to the newcomer. “Olivia, this is Eleanor Holloway, my gym buddy. I think I mentioned her to you a while back. Ellie, this is Olivia Caldwell, she’s our head of information technology.”
Ellie nods and smiles. She wipes her lip with her thumb.
Olivia nods and smiles back. “Nice to meet you.” She can’t help but stare a little. Ellie’s height and bulk are impossible to ignore. But Ellie is used to the reaction.
Ellie turns back to Miriam. “Ma’am, um, are we done for today?” she asks, meaningfully. “I mean. Are we. You know. Finished?” She is actively fighting the urge to turn around and check on Simone, and see whether she actually managed to reach orgasm.
Miriam smiles thinly, and taps a few keys on her computer, making it look like she’s doing something, which she isn’t. “No,” she says. “I guess we’re just going to have to leave this hanging.”
“For the rest of the day?”
“Yup. It’s too bad.”
Ellie sighs. The worst part is, she knows that Miriam is a rather better cunnilinguist than she is. If Miriam had taken her place, she would have easily brought Simone to orgasm in the time available. Maybe even twice.
Ellie says, “I’m… sorry we didn’t get to do everything we wanted.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Miriam says. “It doesn’t make any difference to me.”
Ellie nods, unhappily. She nods at Olivia again, and leaves.
The plug in her ass feels weird, and she has to concentrate on not walking weirdly as she heads back to her own workplace, several floors down. Climbing club is going to be a very strange experience with this in her. She hopes no one will notice that something is off. Even focusing on work for the rest of the working day is going to a challenge.
Ellie thinks about Simone, in the office, and she wonders how Miriam gets away with it. What are the odds of the dice she keeps rolling, really? Or maybe she doesn’t care if she doesn’t get away with it? She only has a few weeks left with the company, after all.
Or maybe everybody already knows? Or Olivia is in on it, at least? Ellie knows Miriam is friends with other dommes. Who says Olivia isn’t one of them? Ellie shakes her head. As far as she knows, the real answer could be anything. It’s useless to speculate. Miriam enjoys mind games. She may never tell her everything.
Meanwhile, Olivia takes her seat, and opens her laptop, and starts explaining to Miriam about the latest kinds of phishing attacks.
And, in the corner, Simone quivers with disciplined, silent frustration, as her failed orgasm fades away to nothing.
*
On Wednesday, Miriam brings Simone to the gym. She sneaks her in using the case, but then, to Ellie’s surprise, Simone actually emerges from the changing room, wearing purple yoga shorts and a cute ruched sports bra. Miriam introduces Simone and Ellie to one another, as if they’ve never met before, as if Simone is a new fellow employee. Then, she has them work out together.
It’s fun. Of course, Simone can’t keep up with Ellie. Almost no one can. Simone can bench maybe a tenth of what Ellie can. She manages five pull-ups where Ellie easily goes for fifty. Miriam has them run alongside one another on running machines, and Simone drops out, coughing, before Ellie’s heart rate has even hit her optimum.
“I told you,” Miriam says to Simone. “She’s really something.”
“Yes, ma’am!” Simone says. Ellie is still running, flat out. Simone can’t help but stare.
But Ellie doesn’t have her totally outclassed. Miriam has them try some strenuous yoga positions. Here, Simone has the upper hand. She is exceptionally flexible and has superb poise. Ellie already knew that she could perform a perfect Yoganidrasana, the pretzel position, ankles crossed behind her neck, wrists crossed beneath her butt. Simone demonstrates it again, drawing some impressed looks from the rest of the gym.
Ellie can pull off the Bakasana, balancing on her hands alone, head down, with her knees pressed into her upper arms and her butt raised high into the air. Miriam says, “Oh, very good!” and slaps her on the butt, playfully, almost knocking her over. Several people see Miriam do this, and a few of them giggle. Ellie sweats, cheeks burning. It’s just a joke, she tells herself. Everybody thinks we’re just fooling around. No one thinks there’s any more to it. Gal pals! I hope?!
Simone responds with a Vrschikasana, the scorpion pose, resting on her forearms alone, with her supple body and legs arching back over her head. As Ellie and Miriam and a few other people watch, she slowly folds herself over even more, until her trainers touch her head. While balancing, she kicks her trainers off, and then uses her dexterous bare toes to remove a few bobby pins from her hair, letting it fall down to frame her face. A few people clap at that. And she keeps going, folding herself tighter, until her feet frame her head, and finally, she drops into a compact triple bend: kneeling on the ground, spine coiled around into a tight C, head emerging from between her own thighs. This feat garners some more applause.
While Simone continues to writhe, showing off more contorted positions, Miriam takes Ellie aside. “I sometimes lock her in positions like that,” she murmurs.
“Ma’am, please may I come,” Ellie hisses back. Watching Simone’s limber body stretch and contort has been rubbing her nerves raw.
“Absolutely not.”
“Her, then?”
“Maybe.”
Miriam ends Simone’s impromptu contortion exhibition, to the disappointment of a few onlookers. Ellie returns to her usual workout for the rest of the evening… except, now and then, Miriam has her use Simone as extra weight.
First, like a kettle bell. Ellie, standing, raises one fist, and Simone hangs on to her fist with both hands, her chin on top. Then Ellie pushes upward, carefully lifting Simone up over her head. Simone is a very petite girl, but much heavier than any kettle bell. It’s good exercise, and a lot of fun. Ellie lowers her slowly, which is just as difficult as lifting her. Five reps with each hand.
Later, Miriam has Ellie adopt a plank position, and has Simone sit cross-legged on Ellie’s back. It’s difficult work for Ellie, just to start with, but then — as it’s getting later, and the gym is emptying out, and there’s space — Miriam has Ellie walk across the gym floor like that, on her forearms and toes. Forward and back, and left and right.
Moving slowly on all fours, carrying a great weight on her shoulders, Ellie feels like a Galápagos tortoise. Just as she’s thinking this, Miriam starts to lay down a trail for her to follow across the floor of the gym, of fresh grapes laid on paper towels. Ellie bends her neck down to snaffle each one. It is extremely hard work, and Ellie’s arm muscles and core and calves are burning with exertion by the end.
Simone, of course, has a great time.
Later still, after the gym is completely empty except for the three of them, Ellie does more pull-ups, now with Simone clinging around her neck, her legs wrapped around her hips. This exercise demands far more strength than a regular set of pull-ups, and Ellie can’t manage more than a couple of them. She can hang there passively, though, without too much trouble.
She grins, nervously, at Simone, who is nose-to-nose with her. The position couldn’t be more intimate if they were actually making love.
“God, this is so hot,” Simone says. “You’re so strong, it’s unreal.”
“Ma’am,” Ellie says, breathlessly, looking into Simone’s beautiful brown eyes, “you have to stop doing things like this to us.”
“No,” Miriam says, cheerfully. “No, I don’t.”
“May I come down?” Ellie asks. Her hands are really starting to sweat. She thinks she can only hold on for another few seconds.
“No. Nymph, make her come.”
Ellie gasps. Finally! Simone eagerly French-kisses her, and grips her around the neck with one hand. Her other hand snakes down inside of Ellie’s yoga pants, and starts to flutter against her dripping wet slit.
“You may come once,” Miriam goes on. “Unless you touch the floor. If either of you touches the floor, it’s over.”
Ellie is focusing too hard on her grip to acknowledge her domme. Simone shifts her position, gripping Ellie’s body tighter with her legs, trying not to slip. With her hand, she works a rapid kind of magic inside of Ellie. Ellie was already ninety-nine percent of the way there — she’s been living on that edge for an unbearable amount of time. She doesn’t know if she can hold on for long enough. “Oh, please,” she moans. “Please, Simone, do it to me.”
“Actually, no,” Miriam says. “Stop.”
Simone stops.
Ellie shrieks with frustration.
“I changed my mind. Come down. Both of you.”
Simone disentangles herself from Ellie and drops down first. Ellie drops too, and rubs her sore arms. She takes a deep breath, trying to push her sexual need down and away again. It’s an almost impossible thing for her to do. Her body wants it so badly.
“Young lady,” Miriam says to Ellie, “do you remember that you’re owed quite a bit of punishment from last weekend? When you disobeyed me?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I’ve decided. Edging is going to form a part of that punishment. It’s been quite a few days already and it would be a shame to waste that.”
“Ugh. Yes, ma’am,” she replies, with a combination of frustration and… no, nothing else, just pure sexual frustration.
Miriam cackles. She should punish Ellie for groaning, but she actually finds it rather arousing herself. “Simone, come on. Ellie has lots more exercises to do, but you and I are done. Let’s go home and have some sex.”
“Yes, ma’am!” Simone flashes a bright grin at Ellie, and then scampers away toward the showers, stripping off her sports bra as she goes.
“Ma’am,” Ellie says.
Miriam turns back. “Young lady?”
Ellie takes a breath. “This is a lot. I mean… is it always like this? Is it always this intense with you and Simone? Every single day?”
Miriam grins. “Well, we hadn’t seen one another for a few months. So, we’ve been making up for lost time. But I guess I’ll admit it. We are kind of showing off for you. I wanted to show you what Simone and I do together. I wanted to give you some ideas… put on some scenes for you. And make you crazy.”
“It’s working, ma’am,” Ellie says, throat dry.
“It’s not every single night,” Miriam says, smiling. “By this time next week we’ll have cooled off. Things will get a little more relaxed, a little more romantic. As for right now, though, she and I both have some… urges to work through. A backlog, if you know what I mean.”
Ellie asks, “Ma’am, how long are you going to edge me for?”
Miriam shrugs, casually.
“Then when can I have the rest of my punishment? I hate the tension.”
“I love the tension,” Miriam replies.
“…Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.”
They both hear the women’s shower start running. Simone. “Excuse me,” Miriam says, raising her eyebrows at Ellie. She turns on her heel and walks away in that direction.
Ellie returns to her workout. After a while, she hears laughter from the showers. And then a luxurious, erotic moaning — Simone, being tormented, and rewarded. A little later, the shower shuts off, but after that, neither woman emerges from the changing room.
Later still, Ellie finishes up. When she goes to change, soaked in sweat, she discovers Simone, strapped to one of the benches in the corner, on her back, with Miriam fucking her. Simone’s wrists and ankles are tied to the legs of the bench with orange and green resistance bands. Another band is wrapped around her mouth, muffling her. Miriam is tweaking her nipples with one hand and penetrating her with the middle two fingers of her other hand.
The bench must be very hard and uncomfortable. Simone’s head is toward Ellie, hanging off the end of the bench, upside-down, her eyes rolling back. She makes sweet noises behind her gag, chewing it frantically. From this angle, Ellie can’t see the huge blue plug lodged in her ass, vibrating like crazy.
It looks like Miriam got about halfway through dressing before the mood took her again. She wears her knee-length navy blue office skirt and a white blouse, with the blouse tucked in but unbuttoned. As she bends low over Simone, her tits hang out of her bra and brush her sub’s chest, and her long, silky hair falls down to obscure her face.
Simone, for her part, is completely naked aside from her black choker. She arrived in a luggage case, so, maybe she doesn’t have regular clothes to change back into. Maybe she was just standing around, nude, waiting for Miriam to dress, and that’s what resulted in this.
Simone makes brief, desperate eye contact with Ellie. A little of her pleasure crosses the gap, and Ellie’s body flickers with sympathetic stimulation.
At that moment, Ellie remembers that she needs to return that other butt plug to her domme. But… perhaps this isn’t the right time.
“Go about your business,” Miriam orders, not looking up at Ellie, and not stopping what she’s doing.
Definitely not the right time.
Ellie undresses, with Simone watching her and writhing. Ellie showers, returns, towels herself off, dresses and leaves. Somehow, she does it all without touching herself. As she leaves, Simone is still straining against her bonds, straining against her domme’s merciless hands, back arching, ribs standing out, and careening through orgasm after blistering orgasm.
*
On Thursday night, Miriam makes another video call to Ellie, right before she turns in. This time, the scene is in Miriam’s dungeon, and Miriam wears some kind of camera headset, leaving both hands free.
Simone is enjoying the pleasures of the St. Andrew’s cross, an upright X made from two heavy wood beams. She is tied facing it, head facing the wall between the two uprights. Elaborate loops of red rope raise and spread her wrists, and more ropes bind her upper arms to the cross, just below the elbow. There are more ropes at her knees, and more at her ankles, spreading her legs wide, providing very easy access. She is tied tightly, with very little mobility — the best she can do is wiggle her butt around a little.
As on Sunday, Miriam gives Ellie a long video introduction, panning lovingly across every inch of Simone’s taut body. She starts with her dainty feet — Simone is raised up on tiptoes, and not able to stand flat on the floor. Then she pans up, across Simone’s toned calves, glutes and tight behind, all shining in the dimly-lit dungeon with what could be sweat or could be oil. Miriam fingers Simone’s genitalia, just for a second. Then she strokes Simone’s impossibly slim waist with both hands, and then follows her spinal groove upward. Simone’s shoulders are raised, straining. Miriam strokes her sensitive armpits, and then tugs on her tight leather choker. Simone turns her head, showing that she is wearing her large opaque black goggles, which render her blind. Her mouth is empty.
“Oh, my young Nymph,” Miriam murmurs. “Where should we take you today?”
Simone says nothing.
Miriam turns away, and picks up a light flogger. A canvas-wrapped handle, and short canvas tails in blue and black. She then proceeds to beat her sub with it, all over. Calves, arms, thighs, back, and especially her butt. The flogger is a very light implement and doesn’t have much heft to it, or bite. Simone weathers the beating without a sound, without even starting to breathe heavily. Ellie has received similar treatment from that exact flogger in the past, and she knows that it barely qualifies as punishment.
“Ma’am,” Ellie asks, “what did she do?”
“Nothing,” Miriam says, never breaking rhythm. “Nothing at all. This is just foreplay.” She bends very low, striking the soles of Simone’s feet several times. Simone is beginning to make pleasured sounds, and it’s clear from her struggling that her calves are starting to ache.
Miriam directs a few blows up between her legs.
“Oh, yes, please, ma’am! More, please, ma’am!” Simone says.
“More?”
Miriam fondles Simone’s genitalia a little more, with one hand. Then she spreads Simone’s lips, and turns the flogger around, and shoves it up inside of her, handle first.
Simone yelps. The flogger handle is very approximately the shape of a phallus. It’s a little slimmer, but it has a fat knob on the end. It isn’t smooth at all, and it certainly isn’t lubricated. Definitely not a toy intended for penetration. Definitely not an enjoyable item to be penetrated with.
Miriam shoves it fairly deep. She stirs Simone’s pussy with it, roughly, producing another yelp, and then lets go. Simone groans and clenches down hard, holding on to the flogger handle with her pussy, while the lower half of the handle and the tails dangle out of her.
“Hold this for me,” Miriam says.
“Yes, ma’am!” Simone grits her teeth.
Miriam turns away. As Ellie watches from her point of view, Miriam goes to the rack of implements, and selects another flogger. This one is much larger. Leather, not canvas, with a longer, fatter handle, and much longer tails. Miriam tests it out in the air, a few times. And then, she resumes her beating of her bound sub.
This is a little more painful for Simone, and she emits occasional chirrups of discomfort, particularly when Miriam strikes her sensitive gluteal folds. Miriam alternates between delivering blows and fondling Simone’s body, squeezing her tits from behind, or shoving fingers into her mouth. Simone absorbs all the sensations, basking in them, pain and pleasure alike.
“Good sub,” Miriam tells her. “Good Nymph.”
It goes on and on. More firm strikes from the flogger. More delicate massage. After some dozens of strokes, Simone becomes impatient, and starts shaking her head. This level of attention isn’t enough for her. “More! More, please, ma’am!”
Miriam tugs on the flogger in her pussy again. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes, ma’am, please, if you will let me!”
Miriam says nothing. She bends low again, kisses the small of Simone’s back, and then plants her second flogger in Simone’s pussy, alongside the first. Simone growls and rolls her head with discomfort. The second flogger has a fatter handle and a rounder knob on the end, and there really isn’t room for both it and the first. Simone’s pussy is painfully stuffed now. The tails from the second flogger dangle almost to her knees.
At least she doesn’t need to clench hard anymore. The fit is tight enough that neither flogger will fall out.
Miriam returns to her array of implements. “Young lady,” she asks Ellie. “What next? What do you think she would like?”
Ellie, transfixed by the show, wasn’t ready for the question. She struggles to get a response out. “I… I see a peacock feather?”
Miriam scoffs. “Oh, don’t be absurd.” She selects a long leather paddle instead. At least eighteen inches long and a few inches wide, with a broad, flat handle. The handle is rigid, strong enough to hold, but the body of the paddle is relatively floppy. Miriam flexes it, and then slaps her own hand with it, hard enough to make a very loud smack.
“Ma’am,” Ellie says, “I don’t think Nymph will enjoy that.”
“She will. Believe me.”
The paddle is loud, when Miriam uses it on Simone. Simone is loud too. She twitches every time she hears the whistling of the paddle descending through the air, tensing up, which makes each blow that little bit worse. She begins to wail with pain, and maybe sobs a little, and Miriam has to provide her with plenty of erotic massage to balance the pain out. It’s becoming clear that Simone is descending out of normal conscious headspace, and into subspace, where there is only raw sensation, and supplicant flesh, and obedience. And lots and lots of endorphins.
Simone’s plaintive cries rise and fall, and she begins to struggle. “Ahhh! Ahh, more? More, please? AIH!”
Miriam continues for another full minute.
“More,” Simone gasps. “Please!” This still isn’t enough for her. “Ma’am, the cane, please?”
Miriam relents. She steps forward and strokes Simone’s pussy a little more, looking for room. “You know that if you want the cane, I’ll need someone to hold the paddle for me.”
Simone is stuffed. She knows the leather paddle, how big its flat handle is. She shudders. “Oh no. Please, ma’am, I can’t!”
“Of course you can.” Miriam twists one of the floggers around, painfully, and then the other. Both of them are dripping wet with Simone’s honey now. Miriam presses the paddle’s flat, leather-bound handle against Simone’s lips, between the two flogger handles, and applies some pressure, looking for a way in.
Simone bucks. “I can’t! No. No, please, ma’am.”
Simone has a safeword, and she hasn’t used it. And Miriam knows for a fact that Simone definitely can take this third implement, but… still, she backs off.
And then, instead, parts Simone’s buttocks. And pushes the handle up Simone’s ass instead.
“Agh, God! Haaah!” Simone strains against her bonds, making the cross creak, as the paddle goes in. She tries to wriggle her way out of her domme’s control, and fails, and is rewarded with a more forceful, painful insertion for her trouble. Miriam steps back, admiring the picture. She adjusts the camera strapped to her head, making sure that Ellie, who is still watching, gets a good look too. The paddle definitely isn’t going to fall out. It’s wedged in there pretty tightly. Hanging out of Simone’s backside, it looks ridiculous. Miriam strokes Simone’s heaving body. Such a small woman, yet with so much… capacity.
Simone gnaws at one of her arms, tears welling up inside of her goggles.
“More?” Miriam asks her.
“Yes, ma’am, always more, please!”
Miriam fetches the cane. She taps Simone’s body with it, lightly, testing her aim.
Ellie wants to say something, but she can’t.
The cane is the worst yet. On the soles of Simone’s feet, on the thighs and rump, on the sides of the torso and on the armpits. Even light blows sting like hell. Simone shrieks and screeches under its bite, and Miriam adores the sound of it. Simone’s natural voice is so sensual, but when she raises it and cries, when she wails under any kind of intense stimulation… she’s so melodic, it’s like music to Miriam’s ears.
As for Simone… she has been on a journey like this many times, and she knows she’s almost at the end. She is trembling with pleasure/pain by the time Miriam finishes the caning. She is partway out of her senses. She is on another planet, in another universe. A place where she floats, upside down and helpless, in a thick, brilliantly-lit, perfumed fog.
Miriam slows, again. She sets the cane down, and hydrates. She makes Simone drink a pint of water too.
“Please, ma’am?” Simone asks, as horny as she’s ever been. “Please?”
Miriam makes her hold the cane, between her lips, pressing its ends against her raised arms.
Then Miriam picks up the last implement for the night. It is a very large white vibrator — a fat, twelve-inch-long rod with a vibrating bulb on the end as big as a baseball. It’s mains-powered, and one of the most powerful sex toys Miriam owns. If she used it on Simone right now, the young sub might just pass out from the pleasure. It’s happened before.
Then Miriam turns her attention back to Ellie, on the other end of the video call. “What do you think, young lady?” she asks. “Who gets to come tonight?”
“Ma’am, please,” Ellie says. She sounds choked up.
“What was that?”
“Me, ma’am,” Ellie says. “Please let me come.”
“What did you say?” Miriam is immediately suspicious. “Look in the camera.”
Ellie obeys. Of course, there is no way for her to make eye contact with her domme this way, not while Miriam is wearing her own camera on her head. All Ellie sees on her screen is her own delayed reflection.
Miriam studies Ellie’s face. “You’ve come already,” she declares.
The confession comes out all in a rush. “Yes, ma’am! I’m sorry, ma’am, I couldn’t help it! I swear, I didn’t touch myself. I just… what you were doing to Simone was so hot… and it’s been so long. I want to be there with you, I want to be her!”
“You want to be punished,” Miriam observes.
“Yes, ma’am! I want the cane.”
“Well.” While Ellie watches, Miriam sets the vibrator down again. Then she goes over to Simone. She pulls the paddle out of her ass, and the two floggers out of her pussy, and takes the cane from between her lips. “You heard the young lady,” Miriam says to her. “We’re done.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Simone gasps. Ellie can’t begin to imagine the frustration she must be feeling.
Miriam unties her left arm, and then moves down to her legs. Meanwhile, Simone pulls her goggles down around her neck, and then unties her own right arm. In a minute, Simone is completely freed. Miriam looks her svelte nude body up and down one last time, and Ellie does too, through Miriam’s eyes. The ropes have left attractive marks on her arms and legs. There is honey glistening on her inner thighs. Simone wipes her eyes with her fingers, and then stands to attention, hands behind her back.
“Ma’am, please let her come,” Ellie says, desperately envious of her sister sub’s masochistic discipline.
“Goodnight,” Miriam tells Simone.
Simone nods, and leaves.
Not even a goodnight kiss.
“Ma’am,” Ellie asks, “does she sleep in your bed?”
“Sometimes, but not tonight,” Miriam says. “She has her own room.”
Ellie takes deep breaths.
It wasn’t even a good orgasm she stole. Without being able to properly touch herself, it was just a weak tremor. Insufficient. She doesn’t feel any less horny.
She’ll get the cane soon enough. And she knows it’s no good asking when that’ll be.
“Ma’am,” she asks, “when was the last time you came?”
“Me? Oh, you don’t have to worry about me,” Miriam says. “Nothing gets me off more than tormenting my subs.” She hesitates for a moment, making a decision. “In fact…”
Occupying the other half of the dungeon from the St. Andrew’s cross, there is a four-poster bed. Miriam takes the vibrator over and plugs it into the wall nearby, and then mounts the bed, and gets comfortable against the mountain of pillows.
She looks down at herself, and Ellie finally gets a proper look at Miriam’s body, and the clothes she’s been wearing during this whole scene. Ellie has caught a few glimpses, but Simone was the center of attention up until now. Now, she sees that Miriam is wearing a luxurious black silk dressing gown with three-quarter sleeves, loosely tied around her waist. Miriam is a curvaceous woman with very large, firm breasts, and the neck of her gown is wide open, displaying acres of deep cleavage.
Miriam reaches inside of her gown, briefly, teasing her own nipple. Then she unties the gown and parts it, revealing her bare breasts, and her navel, and further down, a pair of black silk panties. Miriam spreads her legs and fondles herself through the silk for a lazy moment.
“Mmmh.”
Then she switches her vibrator on, and applies its buzzing head to her pussy.
In a few moments, Miriam begins to coo with pleasure, and her body begins to shift of its own accord. She rolls the vibrator head around her underwear, down and up, playing with the settings, turning up the intensity. Her legs stretch happily. She toys with her nipple with her free hand.
Ellie watches, unable to speak or move. In her bedroom, she is kneeling in the center of her bed, with her phone on the sheet in front of her, bent over it as if worshipping it.
After another few breathless moments, Miriam moves to the next stage. She tucks the vibrator inside of her panties, pressing its head directly against her pussy, but showing Ellie nothing. Miriam’s breathing becomes heavier. “Oh, I’m so close…” she drawls. “This feels so good…!”
“Ma’am,” Ellie says.
“What is it, sub?”
Ellie asks, “Will you please come for me?”
“Oh, that’s right,” Miriam replies, between erotic moans. “As I was saying… ah! Nothing gets me off more…”
Ellie can tell that her domme is at the edge. Ellie clenches her fists.
“…than tormenting my subs–”
Miriam ends the call.
Blank screen. Ellie stares at it. Somewhere, she knows, her domme must be orgasming. Not to see it, not to share in it, makes her feel like she wants to explode. Her hands are shaking. This relationship is driving her absolutely wild.
It takes her a long time to get to sleep.