Ellie Submits Pt. 21
Miriam closes the padlock with a loud click, and puts the key away. Inside the locked box, her sub, Ellie, squirms helplessly, as the twin dildos inside of her begin to vibrate. Miriam can hear Ellie whimpering. That's good. It means that Ellie, in turn, will be able to hear what happens next.
Miriam turns to the others. "So. While the young lady is thinking about what she did, we have time for some fun. Sonja, dearest. Would you like to sample my other sub? My little nymph. Ellie is delightful, but Simone has had the benefit of years of training. Her oral skills are exceptional."
Sonja squeezes Monica's hand. Monica is still gagged. They make eye contact, for a second. Monica nods. It seems like this is something which would turn her on, a lot.
"Uh," Sonja says. "Sure."
"Wonderful. Take a seat on top of the box. Your young lady should observe closely and take note."
The box's hinged lid is padded on top, about the right height for a makeshift stool. Sonja sits on top of it with her legs spread, while Miriam goes over to the bed and unties Simone. Simone still wears her black latex suit, which coats the top half of her svelte body and turns her into a helpless, armless glossy black blob. The lights in the playroom ceiling reflect off of her smooth head and slim back. She is like some strange doll or sex toy. She is simply a pair of legs.
Miriam leads Simone back, and has her kneel between Sonja's legs. She opens a hidden seal in the front of the suit's face, revealing Simone's mouth. Then, Simone moves forward and begins her oral service.
Sonja is doubtful at first, and even resists it a little, but it soon becomes clear that the young nymph is indeed an exceptional oral lover. She is keen and vibrant, and her lips are delicate, soft, hot and sweet. Even without the use of her fingers or her eyes, she has no trouble in discerning Sonja's deepest desires. She gives Sonja what her body is asking for. And to Sonja, it feels as if she is being carried away, and up and up, into whole new pink and blue skies of pleasure. It feels heavenly. It's like bathing in fluffy cotton wool.
Normally Sonja grunts and talks dirty during sex, but this time she screws her eyes up, and all she can do is gasp. She can't even find her voice to swear. "Ffffuh. Fffffuh."
Kneeling beside Simone and a little further back, Monica watches all of it, closely, as ordered. Her eyes are wide, and she can feel herself becoming aroused again, if she ever stopped.
And behind them both, Miriam watches carefully too, evaluating her sub's performance, and Sonja's responses, and Monica's responses.
Sonja grips the sides of the box. The obedient young nymph laps and suckles, hungrily, tirelessly, at her pussy. Sonja kicks her legs out and tips her head back, bellowing as her second orgasm of the evening crashes over her. She shudders as she comes, shaking so hard that the box shakes too. "FfffffUCK!"
Inside the box, Ellie flinches and yelps.
"Ignore her," Miriam tells the others.
Sonja can barely keep herself upright. Her legs wobble as she gets up from the box and stumbles back over to Monica, who clings to her, tightly. "Fuck me," Sonja mumbles, to nobody in particular.
"I hope you enjoyed that," Miriam tells her.
Sonja just grins weakly. Her hair is plastered to her face.
Miriam turns to Simone, and gives her a light tap with her flogger. "Adequate work."
Simone says, "Yes, ma'am, thank you, ma'am." There is a drop of Sonja's juice dribbling down her chin.
Miriam asks, "So. Who's next?"
After a little discussion, the two dommes decide that Monica is next. Monica could benefit from a direct, personal demonstration of what she is expected to do. So, Sonja and Miriam place Monica on the box, and tie her hands behind her back. Miriam demonstrates a simple rope tie which pulls Monica's elbows and shoulders together too. This creates an attractive fold between her shoulder blades. It also forces her chest out, displaying her large, round breasts. She looks sumptuous. Sexy and vulnerable. She is still gagged.
Then Sonja holds Monica's shoulders, and Miriam watches carefully from one side, as Simone takes Monica to heaven.
The experience is unreal. The experience of Simone's expert tongue is the same for Monica as it was for Sonja. Simone takes her upward and upward, to a plateau of sexual pleasure she never dreamed existed. Soon, her eyes roll back, and she becomes almost delirious.
"Focus!" Miriam tells Monica. "This isn't pleasure, this is education. A good sub suspends her sexual desires when required. Concentrate on what the young nymph is doing. Watch her body move. Listen to your own body as it responds. Do you feel it?"
Monica nods, helplessly. She is trying to concentrate, but it's not possible. She wails behind her latex gag, and then shudders and screams, and finally she almost faints from the intensity as Simone wrings an Earth-shattering orgasm out of her. It feels like her body turns to jelly. She slumps into her girlfriend's arms, whimpering.
Sonja holds her and strokes her hair. "Well done, babe. You did well."
Miriam taps Simone with her flogger again. "Good."
Simone replies, "Yes, ma'am, thank you, ma'am."
Miriam turns to Monica. "Well. That's enough education for now. Do you think you're ready to try it?"
Monica takes a deep breath through her nose. She nods.
And so, Simone is planted on the box, and the two dommes have her receive Monica's tongue in turn.
Monica finally has her red latex gag removed -- under threat of a harsh flogging if she makes the slightest sound -- but her arms are still tied behind her back. She is jittering as she begins. She isn't inexperienced with oral sex, but she is still extremely nervous, especially when it comes to performing on a relative stranger, for a far more demanding and experienced domme.
But it turns out that Simone is a very sexual being, and despite the many orgasms she's experienced already so far this evening, very easy to please. She soaks pleasure up and emits delightful chirrups, which reassures Monica that she is on the right path. The two subs couple together, pleasure flowing between their happy bodies. Sonja continues to stroke Monica's body as she works, and tidies her long hair out of the way, and squeezes her heavy breasts. The caress of her lover makes Monica feel happier and safer as she works. It makes her feel loved. It helps her to understand. To understand her place.
And Miriam continues to watch. She gives Monica a stream of instructions. She tells Monica how best to feed a subject's pleasure. She also advises Sonja on how best to treat her submissive lover in order to extract the best results. Every sub is different. It's not certain how submissive Monica truly is, yet. A blend of pleasures and punishments, Miriam states, will set her on her path. Miriam offers Sonja the flogger, but Sonja refuses it, for now.
And soon, Simone comes, hard. She makes a lovely show of it, shrieking and convulsing like a good sub should. As always, she fervently thanks her domme for the gift of orgasm.
Sonja cuddles Monica. "You did it, babe. I love you. You did so well. I'm really proud of you."
But Miriam is less convinced. She says, "This one needs more training."
*
Inside the box, Ellie is clenching her fists with concentration. The dildos are steadily ramping up and down in intensity, at different rates, randomly. Sometimes only one of them is vibrating, sometimes the other, sometimes neither and sometimes -- she struggles, abs and pelvic muscles clenching -- both. It's driving her crazy, a whole new kind of bondage, crammed into a tiny box with monstrously large sex toys crammed inside of her in turn.
The sound of red-hot lesbian sex in the playroom, inches away, is another layer of erotic thrill for her. She would love to participate or at least watch, but she is being denied and punished instead. This is her place. She is being used as a prop, a background detail, while the other women take turns pleasuring one another.
Her body aches. She twists her body, and squeals to herself. She's almost there.
*
They put Simone in a comfy chair in the corner, with a love egg to keep her amused. She wriggles helplessly in her chair, making happy noises from time to time.
Then, Monica is ordered to eat Miriam out, so that Miriam can gauge her performance and determine her areas for improvement. Monica obeys, heart still fluttering, a little tired now. Sonja continues to pet her as she does it, giving words of encouragement, warming her up, helping her to relax.
Monica tries hard. But Miriam continues to be unimpressed. Eventually she sighs, and pushes Monica away. "Enough."
Then she stands up and says, "Let me show you how it's done."
They switch positions. And she shows her. Miriam kneels between Monica's legs. She moves with the disciplined grace of a professional, like a manicurist. She bundles her silky, long hair back into a pony tail as she kneels, keeping it all out of the way. She folds her arms behind her back. She kisses Monica sweetly on her smooth thigh, and then leans forward and favors her slim slit with a long, lazy stroke of her tongue, as a kind of greeting.
Monica, gagged once more, hands and arms still tied, whimpers.
And then she discovers to her astonishment what Simone and Ellie have already long known: that Miriam's oral skills far, far outclass those of either of her submissives.
Miriam's lips and tongue are the most divine things Monica has ever felt between her legs. Better than Sonja or Ellie or Simone, or any of her own vibrators or clit suckers. Miriam is an angel of sex, a goddess of oral gratification. She is extraordinarily delicate and beautifully sensitive. She does it all with only her mouth. She looks up at her subject with fierce, seductive eyes.
It's no wonder that she's so demanding, if this is the performance she is capable of -- especially if she can never hope to receive it herself.
Monica ascends. It feels as if her body is bathed in golden light. Sonja is holding her tightly once again, one arm around her throat, the other across her chest, squeezing her tits. But Monica can barely see, she's so turned on. Foreshocks run up and down her lean body, and she mumbles profanity into her gag. She needs to come. There is nothing in her world but Miriam. She should have come by now but Miriam is performing some kind of magic to hold her right at the brink, teetering there, anticipation building. Miriam is slowing down, circling her clit with slow, dainty kisses, keeping her perfectly balanced, right at the precipice, for second after second, minute after glorious minute.
Beneath Monica, inside the box, Ellie wails. She knows what's happening. She knows what Monica is experiencing and she knows exactly what it feels like to have Miriam perform on her. It is a very, very rare treat for her or Simone. It's something Miriam only does for them as a reward for demonstrating exceptional discipline. Ellie is crazily envious. She can almost feel it herself. But she can't move. Not even a quarter-inch.
She pushes against the walls of her box. "Hhhhf!" The box creaks.
Monica is floating through the atmosphere of another planet, and doesn't notice the box creaking. Sonja does notice, and looks down, uncertain. Miriam notices and disregards it. She focuses on Monica's experience. More minutes float by, and Monica's pleasure intensifies until she is at her limit, until she is screaming into her gag for release, begging for it, twisting her shoulders against her bondage.
And Miriam keeps her there. She layers more and more delicious pleasure on top, as if pouring lazy coils of sweet syrup onto her keening lover's body. For minute, after minute, after minute. Forever and ever.
Until, at last, she decides that it's time. She plants one final, sensual kiss directly on Monica's perfect little pearl. Then she orders her, "Now."
Monica's orgasm hits her like a landslide. It is beyond anything she's ever experienced before. She comes for over a minute, shrieking with ecstasy. Her eyes roll back and her legs shake. She leaves her body. She evaporates into tingling pink sparkles.
And while that's happening, Ellie comes too. Part of it is the tension and the strict confinement and the stimulation, and part of it is the verbal instruction from her domme, which electrifies a pathway in her body, even though it wasn't meant for her -- or was it? Lightning flashes behind her eyes, and she howls with bound, submissive, blind pleasure, and her body knots up. Her dildos don't slow down, and her orgasm goes on, and on. It is a very different experience for her, forced and brutal and harsh, almost like a cramp. She lets all of her feelings out through the ball gag, with a full-throated wail.
Monica falls off of the box, curling into a fetal position, making meaningless, exhausted noises.
Inside the box, Ellie shakes her head. She's done. She has been punished enough, and she knows what she wants now. She deserves it. She braces her feet against the walls of the box, and pushes with all of her strength.
There is an alarming cracking noise.
Miriam says, "Oh, my God. Girls." She stands up and backs away. Sonja moves away too, dragging Monica with her.
Ellie takes a breath and pushes again. The padlock isn't giving way -- even she isn't strong enough to break a steel shackle -- but the nails holding the thick hardwood walls of the box together are starting to pry loose. She gets a hand free, pulls her blindfold off. She moves a knee around to a better angle, and pushes, even harder than before. The box splits, and Ellie forces it open, and rises out of the splintered wreckage. She squeezes the dildos out of her. She pulls her gag out. She stands there, panting, nude, glistening in the low light.
Miriam and the others are dumbstruck.
"Ma'am," Ellie says, "I want to serve you."
"Get on your knees," Miriam orders her.
Ellie doesn't obey.
Miriam she rises to her feet, and demands, "Down!"
Ellie strides over and picks her domme up.
"Oh my God!"
Ellie throws Miriam over her shoulder. She carries her over to the bed and throws her down, on her back. Hair in disarray, green silk robe spread around her, legs spread, one tit falling out, skin gleaming with sweat. She looks supremely sexual. Ellie strokes Miriam's body from throat to pussy, once, and then drives her middle two fingers up and inside of her, while leaning down to kiss her, hard, on the lips.
"Umh!"
"I want you," Ellie mutters, between kisses.
"You're really going to try this again?" Miriam says. "I-- Oh!" She arches her back. Ellie's hands are all over her body, stroking her throat and her trim waist, squeezing her magnificent breasts. Ellie's lips keep moving, from her own lips to her nipple to her sensitive underarms.
"I've been punished enough," Ellie growls. "It's your turn now. Come for me, ma'am."
Miriam gets a hand free. She grips Ellie's hair and pulls her head back, and fixes her with a steely stare. She says, with the faintest hint of a smile: "Make me."
A beat of silence. Ellie grins, and accepts the challenge. She shakes her head free of Miriam's grip, and descends.
"Oh! My!"
Sonja and Monica have been watching this, unable to speak, from the other side of the room. Sonja says, "Ellie, what the fuck? Are you sure? What are you doing?"
Miriam groans, "Ungh! The young lady thinks she can break me." Ellie has her hands pinned over her head. She grinds her hips. "You're both welcome to watch her try. Agh!"
"Ellie...?"
Ellie ignores them. She worships her beloved domme's body, every beautiful, shining, curve of it, from her head to her toes. She lavishes her domme's succulent body with affection, and probes deeper within her domme's sweet cleft, flexing her long, strong fingers, pressing upwards, caressing her pussy with deft strokes.
Miriam writhes with delight. "Oh, my..."
Sonja is worried. "Miriam, what--?"
"You may leave," Miriam gasps. "Ah! If this makes you uncomfortable. If not, then be my guest and enjoy the sh--unnnh! Show. Eleanor, listen to me. You know how disobedient you're being right now. I thought you were better trained than this. I only have myself to blame. Unnf, yes. You know that if you fail, you'll be punished. Again. It'll be much worse this time. Oh, GOD, that's good! Ah--!"
Ellie buries her mouth between Miriam's legs. Miriam clutches at her hair, trying to push her away. Ellie reaches upward, grips her domme's wrists with her fists and pulls them away, pinning them to the bed on each side.
Between breathless gasps, Miriam manages to say, "Much worse this time. I'll lock you in chastity for a month. I'll block your number and refuse to see you. Ah! And before that, I'll make you shave your head. Ellie, look at me. You know I'm serious. I'll do it. I'll make you do it."
Ellie breaks off to say to the others, "Hold her arms. Please."
Hesitantly, looking at one another for reassurance, Monica and Sonja come forward. Each of them takes a hold of one of Miriam's arms.
Miriam is serious about getting free. She twists, and easily pulls free from both of them. They try again, and grip her arms more tightly this time.
Ellie says, "Make sure she doesn't get away." Then she quickly departs, and fetches two sets of padded manacles. With her friends' help, she connects her domme's wrists to the headboard, spreading her arms, restraining her.
She wonders: Is Miriam still her domme?
"You should tighten those straps a little more," Miriam says. "Or I'll be able to reach the buckles with my teeth. You know I still have my robe on? I hope that's intentional. It's not usually possible to remove clothing from a sub once they're bound. I do look amazing in this. Dark green silk is just perfect for my complexion."
Monica and Sonja do as she says, pulling Miriam back and spreading her arms wider, until the manacles are properly taut and Miriam's head is propped against the bars of the headboard. Sonja puts a pillow behind her head, to cushion it.
Miriam puffs at a stray strand of hair, which has fallen across her nose. She tests her bondage. It doesn't look as if there's any obvious way for her to escape. Her robe is open, showing her whole body. She writhes, erotically, and works her hips a little, showing off her curvaceous figure and her huge, proud tits. Between her shapely legs, she has only a narrow wisp of dark hair. The rest of her body hair was removed permanently many years earlier.
"Well, then, girls," she declares. "It looks as if I'm at your mercy. Fuck me."
*
Ellie fucks her domme. She uses her hands, her mouth, her whole body. She fucks her the way she's always wanted to fuck her, for as long as she's been her submissive.
Sonja is a little uncertain whether she wants to join in or not... but Monica, still gagged, is pawing at Sonja's body, and before too long they retire to another corner of the dungeon and entertain themselves, and Ellie has Miriam all to herself.
Miriam soaks the pleasure up. It is a very long time since she was tied up during sex. It's an enjoyable enough experience. Not her favorite, she takes much more pleasure from domination than from being bound and subjected to force, but... yes, she has had submissive experiences in the past, and maybe it's been too long, maybe she's missed it. A little. She enjoys herself, letting Ellie have her filthy way with every part of her body. Certainly, Ellie is a fabulous lover. It's no surprise. She has received extensive training.
After a while, Ellie fetches the strap-on. She applies fresh lubrication to both of the phalluses, props her domme's hindquarters up with more pillows, and penetrates her, hard.
"Aagh!" Miriam grunts and clenches her fists. Ellie is vigorous, and she delivers long, deep, hard, rhythmic, skilled thrusts. And she has unbelievable amounts of stamina. "Oh, yes. Oh, fuck me, right there. Oh. Oh! OH! Ah! AHH! HAAH! HUNH! HUNGH!"
After a while longer, Ellie breaks off again. This time she fetches Simone. She extracts her love egg and unzips her latex suit, freeing her upper body.
"Two on one?" Miriam says.
In fact, this act of submissive rebellion was originally Simone's idea. She suggested to Ellie that they should double-team their domme, get their own back, force her to come. Simone wasn't expecting it to happen quite this soon, but she is happy to join in on Ellie's rebellious escapade.
Ellie and Simone gather between Miriam's legs and pleasure her together. Two highly skilled young tongues lap at Miriam's pussy folds. A few fingers find their way inside of her, and upward. More fingers squeeze her clitoris out from beneath its sheath, and dance across its achingly sensitive tip. More fingers still reach up and stroke Miriam's body, squeeze her breasts, pinch her nipples, caress her throat and her sensitive underarms.
"Oh, God..."
The cocktail of stimulation is overwhelming. Miriam has exceptional control of her body's sexual responses. She can turn herself on or off like a light. When she wants to be, she can be insatiably horny. When she wants to resist orgasm, she can do that too...
As long as her will holds out...
But her girls are so gorgeous. So dedicated. And they work so beautifully together. Now Ellie is sucking on one of her nipples, and Simone on the other, and they each have a hand between her legs, one ramming three fingers inside of her vagina, the other swirling her hot clit. They have learned so much, and they're showing her everything they've been trained to do. Miriam closes her eyes and moans. Her toes curl.
Far away, the playroom door opens and closes. Sonja and Monica have excused themselves. Gone to find a bed or a couch in another room, where they can talk about what just happened and process it, or fuck one another, or both.
"Fuck me," Miriam orders, again. "Take me. Make me."
Ellie straddles her waist, and kisses her, full on the lips. Then she sits up. Reaching back with one hand, she pushes Simone aside and drives four strong fingers up inside of Miriam's pussy, right to the limit, until Miriam's pussy lips form a tight, wet seal around her knuckles. She thrusts hard, making Miriam's whole body rock. Again. And again. Miriam groans with each thrust.
Simone scurries around the bed and focuses on Miriam's breasts instead, squeezing one with her thumb and forefinger, circling the other with her tongue.
"Oh, yes. Fuck me hard, girls. Harder. NNNNNH--!"
Then, reaching forward with her other hand, Ellie grips Miriam's throat and chokes her.
Miriam makes eye contact with Ellie.
Ellie looks fiercely determined. Her grip is powerful, almost vice-like. And she doesn't stop working her other hand at the same time.
Miriam grits her teeth. Her body continues to rock. She holds out for ten more seconds, face rapidly reddening. Then, still unable to breathe, and against her will, she comes. Her girls overrule her, overpower her body and force it to do what they want. She climaxes, harder than she has in years, airless, eyes rolling back, body arching, wrists straining, drenching Ellie's hand with honey. A few seconds into her orgasm, Ellie releases her throat, and she gasps for air, and then screams with raw ecstasy. And screams.
*
By the time Miriam recovers her senses, her shackles have been removed. She is free. She sits up in the center of the bed, cross-legged, rubbing her wrists. Her body is still sizzling with latent pleasure. Her pussy and nipples are already starting to feel sore.
On the floor, at the foot of the bed, her subs are both waiting. In the stool position, side by side, heads bowed, forearms and palms flat on the floor, silently, nude.
Miriam toys with the small silver ring on her necklace, thoughtfully. She climbs out of bed, and walks past her subs, and leaves the dungeon to get something.
She returns a minute later. Neither sub has moved a muscle. She says, "Nymph. On your knees."
Simone rises. "You served beautifully today," Miriam says. She strokes her ear, tenderly, and shows Simone what she is holding.
Simone bites her lip, excited, but manages not to say anything.
"My tigress. On your knees."
Ellie rises. Her heart is racing.
Miriam is holding a thin loop of leather. It is a choker, identical to the one which Simone always wears. It is completely unadorned, a simple loop, one eighth of an inch tall.
Miriam says, "Do you know what this is?"
Ellie glances sidelong at her sister sub. Simone has worn the choker for as long as she's known her. She has never seen Simone without it. She thinks she knows what it means, but she's never asked. She's been a little afraid to ask. She says, "No, ma'am."
Miriam says, "Simone wears her collar as a symbol of her submission to me. At face value, it is purely decorative. But for me, and for Simone, and for a select few others who understand its meaning, the collar is a visible declaration that her body, and her pleasure, and her heart and her soul, are mine. For as long as she wears it, she submits to me. She has worn it, day and night, for almost four years. Do you understand?"
Ellie says, "Yes, ma'am."
Miriam lifts Ellie's unresisting hand, and places the second choker in her palm.
Ellie gulps. She looks at the choker, and then up at her domme's face, and then at Simone again. Simone is trying not to smile.
Miriam says nothing. There is no need for her to give an order.
Ellie takes a deep breath, and puts the choker on. It fits snugly. She will be constantly aware of its presence.
"It looks beautiful on you," Miriam reassures her.
"Thank you, ma'am-- ummff--"
Miriam grips Ellie's hair with a fist, pulls her head back, and kisses her, fiercely, on the lips. Ellie returns the kiss, her tongue dancing across her domme's, drinking her in, feeling as if energy is pouring into her, electrifying her, lighting her up. She wants to sing and dance. She feels so happy she wants to cry. Beside her, Simone is choking up a little herself.
Miriam backs off, but tightens her grip on Ellie's hair. She stares down into her newest prize's eyes. "You're mine."
"I'm yours!" Ellie squeaks.
"Forever."
"Forever!"
"Welcome."
Another deep, weirdly romantic, fantastical kiss. Ellie just wants to melt. Her hands find their way around her domme's waist.
"Nymph," Miriam says, "secure her to the bed. Spreadeagled, as tight as you can."
Ellie allows herself to be restrained. As Simone busies herself with the ankle and wrist cuffs, Miriam removes her silver necklace. Miriam has worn the necklace every time Ellie has met her, but, again, Ellie has never been entirely certain of its significance. It isn't tight around her throat, which means it likely doesn't indicate any kind of submission on Miriam's part. There is a small silver ring threaded on it. Normally the ring sits high up on Miriam's chest, just above her cleavage; sometimes it is hidden by her dress or business blouse, depending on how revealing her attire is.
As Ellie watches, Miriam produces a second silver ring, and threads it onto the necklace to meet the first.
Miriam says, "As for me, this ring is a symbol of my responsibility for you. A sub is a delicate and precious thing to own. This reminds me, always, that I must protect you and care for your body and help you to grow." She puts the necklace back on.
"I love you, ma'am," Ellie says.
"I love you too," Miriam replies. She tells Simone, "Gag her. And blindfold her. And plug her ears."
Simone obeys, while Miriam turns away to perform some preparations of her own. As Simone is putting the gag in, she plants a secret kiss on Ellie's neck and whispers, "Welcome, sister."
The last thing Ellie sees before the blindfold goes on is her domme, turned away, opening her green silk gown and allowing it to slide to the floor. Miriam is naked underneath. There is no other word to describe her figure -- she is statuesque.
"You may come," Miriam announces. "One hundred times, if you wish."
Then Ellie is blind, and deafened, and unable to speak. She is just a nameless, senseless female body, an open heart, a vessel for limitless pleasure. Her domme mounts the bed, and kneels between her legs, and spends the rest of the night, until long past dawn, giving her her reward.
- Miriam instructs Ellie to stay in the box while she entertains her submissives with some fun.
- Sonja takes her place on top of the box, with her legs spread, as Simone performs cunnilingus beneath her, showcasing her exceptional oral skills.
- Monica watches the scene from nearby, feeling aroused by the sight, as per Miriam's instructions, taking note of every detail for her own sex training.
- During Ellie's time in the box, she switches positions with Simone for some breathplay and topping from the bottom, enjoyed by both of them.
- After their session, Miriam collars Ellie firmly, indicating her ongoing ownership and control over her submissive, emphasizing the continuation of their lesbian relationship.