Part 6 - Ella Collected
At precisely 8:00 PM there is a single, sharp rap on Ella's door.
She is ready. As soon as she had got home from the office she had begun preparing herself. Clothing chosen. A simple white blouse, pencil skirt. Underwear? Yes. Even though Ella expects to spend her time with Him nude she knows not to guess what He might have in store so with the skirt and blouse are a black demi bra and matching panties. A careful balance of smart and sexy that He appreciates. Simple strapped shoes with just enough heel to taper her calves and grip-top nylons complete her selection.
She showered, some moisturiser, minimal makeup and a hint of perfume. No need for any further grooming. From the day He accepted her submission Ella had begun waxing. It was no pleasant experience to lie back, thighs spread, while another woman applied hot wax to her tender pussy and He had never insisted she came completely bare but, from the moment He had tied that rough rope around her hips, run it over her mound and threaded its roughness between her labia, Ella knew she would always keep that sensitive skin shaved clean.
She knew He did not like the stubble that returned so soon after the razor so she would endure the indignity and the discomfort. For Him. Pleasing Him had become the very essence of her own pleasure.
She stands, collects a small handbag that holds little more than a few toiletries, and walks steadily to the door.
It is His driver. He nods, a curt "Miss," then turns and Ella follows him down the stairs. He opens the back door of the familar black limousine and Ella steps inside and lowers her bottom onto the leather. Ella watches the driver in the rear vision mirror. His face is expressionless until they clear the evening traffic then his eyes glance towards her and she knows it is time.
As the glass between driver and passenger darkens Ella slowly unbuttons her blouse, reaches back to unclip her bra then inches her bottom forwards and shuffles her hips so she can slip down her skirt and panties.
She folds the each item of clothing carefully and places those few items in a bag left for her on the seat. The bag will stay there in the car. Ella will have no need of it unless He wants her dressed or until He allows her to leave.
Ella thinks about the heels and stockings. She knows both will shape and enhance her legs and bottom for His pleasure. Her role. Leave those in place until He decides.
She settles back, the leather so cool beneath her thighs and bottom until it is warmed by her own heat. There are still thoughts, so erotic, of kneeling beside Thessela but, despite her arousal, Ella is calm and closes her eyes, her focus on the way she feels under His control.
The crunch of tyres on gravel is her sign and Ella sits forwards. The door opens and, despite being nude in front of His driver, the young women steps out confidently. Ella knows that, if His driver looked down at the leather upholstery, he would see the distinct mark of her arousal but she feels no embarrassment and her hips sway as she climbs those stairs and walks towards the pool of light at His door.
As she approaches that circle of light Ella notices a coil of black, silken rope in the centre of the pool. She kneels before the silken snake, her thighs parted, wrists cross behind her back and her head slightly bowed.
She tries to think only of Him. Her Master. No thoughts of Thessela. But a spark flicks in her mind, an ember glows and she understands the silken rope. A smile creases her bowed face.
Despite the warm night air, Ella feels her nipples erect. Her soft labia part and Ella knows the sheen of her arousal will be so very visible.
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