Service made Ella happy.Zee implemented routines and rituals over the years because that was what he needed.
But he warned her when they were dating all those years ago.
“I don’t want a grown-up playing the part of a spoiled brat.You know I expect obedience, you know I expect you to speak up and open your mouth if you want something from me.What I want is a happy submissive who wants to be my sex slave.”
The words had jarred her into complete silence.
That wasn’t what she’d envisioned when Zee introduced her to BDSM.
That wasn’t what the romance books she read gave her a picture of.
Zee lifted her chin, stared right into her eyes, and her insides clenched at how intense his words sounded.
“Happy to serve, yes, but happy to please me, above all else.I want my girl to ask for that spanking she needs, to giggle when I pull her in my lap and feed her dinner and when I spread her legs wide open, she eagerly spreads them wider because she knows I’m in the mood to play with what’s mine.”Zee held her chin until she squirmed.
“Please let me go,” Ella had whispered.
“I’ll never let you go.But I’ll release your chin because you asked,” Zee had dropped his fingers from his hold and Ella had gasped then flung her arms around his neck, kissing him.
He’d laughed, and they’d fucked like bunnies on the old sofa.
Now, Ella brought her thoughts back to the present.
“I know.Like you said, this new routine is a hard change.I’m going back to the dress.I think you need to put it on.”
“That’s because you don’t like what I said!”Helena grinned, already unbuttoning her blouse.
“No, this isn’t my idea of punishment.”Ella carefully took the dress off the dummy and helped her friend get into it.
“My sister has no taste.It’s like I stepped out of a 1980s catalogue.”
“It’s not horrible,” Ella soothed, walking around her friend in a circle.“It’s an interesting historic garment.“
The neon-pink hue didn’t do much for Helena’s skin tone.
“If I let it out at the waist, it won’t be so molded to your skin and it’ll lose that mermaid vibe.But is that okay?What will the other bridesmaids be wearing?”
“That’s fine.It’s the only way to save it,” Helena said.“I’ll text the others.There are five more… can you do all the dresses like this?”
“When’s the wedding?”
“Three months out.”
“That’s a lot of time.Drop them off on the weekend.”
“Thanks, Ella.You are the kindest friend.“
Ella smiled, making a couple of marks on the dress, pinning it where she had to.
Sewing was just something she did, and she was always happy to help her friends.
Her designs could never grace the catwalks, unlike her friend Sasha, who went to school for fashion design.
She learned to sew from her mother and found that it was something she was good at and stuck with.
Making the corsets for sale with proceeds going to the foundation allowed her to work with beautiful fabrics and create one of a kind pieces.
“This is your last night at the club for a few nights?”Helena asked after she was stripped out of the dress and back in her clothes.
