A Ribbon's Command

Day 11: Disguised Collar/Public Ownership - "A Ribbon's Command"

The ballroom was alive with the soft hum of conversation, the gentle clinking of crystal glasses, and the rustling of gowns as the ton mingled beneath the glittering chandeliers. It was an evening like any other in society—fashionable, proper, and filled with the quiet undercurrents of gossip. Yet for Eloise and Cressida, the night held something far more thrilling beneath the surface of their impeccable appearance.

Cressida stood near the edge of the room, her gaze sweeping across the crowd, but her attention was not on the conversations around her. No, her mind was entirely focused on the velvet ribbon tied delicately around her throat—a simple, elegant accessory that would go unnoticed by most. But to Eloise, it meant everything.

It wasn't just a ribbon; it was a collar. A quiet symbol of the power exchange between them, hidden in plain sight. The feel of it around her neck made Cressida's heart race, a constant reminder of Eloise's control over her, even here, surrounded by the eyes of the ton.

Across the room, Eloise's gaze was fixed on her, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips as she watched Cressida shift slightly, her fingers brushing against the velvet at her throat. The simple act of placing that ribbon around her neck earlier in the evening had been as intimate as any touch, as binding as any chain. Cressida had stood before her, breathless with anticipation, as Eloise tied the ribbon into place, her hands lingering at Cressida's throat with deliberate care.

"Remember," Eloise had whispered softly as she adjusted the bow, her voice low and filled with quiet authority. "This marks you as mine tonight. You'll behave accordingly, won't you?"

Cressida had nodded, her breath catching in her throat as she whispered, "Yes, Eloise. I'm yours."

And now, as she stood beneath the glittering chandeliers of the ballroom, the weight of that promise hung between them, unspoken but ever-present. Cressida could feel it in the way Eloise's gaze followed her every movement, the way her eyes darkened with possession as she watched her from across the room.

Eloise made her way toward her now, her steps measured, her expression cool and composed—perfectly suited to the public setting. But there was a gleam in her eyes, a quiet, unmistakable hunger that made Cressida's breath quicken with anticipation.

When Eloise finally reached her, she didn't speak right away. Instead, she let her gaze linger on the velvet ribbon around Cressida's throat, her lips curving into a small, knowing smile as she reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against the fabric.

"You look lovely," Eloise murmured softly, her voice low enough that only Cressida could hear. "And obedient."

Cressida's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest as Eloise's fingers lingered at her throat, the subtle touch sending a shiver down her spine. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she met Eloise's gaze. "I... I want to please you."

Eloise's smile deepened, her fingers trailing down the length of the ribbon, tugging it ever so slightly to remind Cressida of its presence, its meaning. "You already are," she whispered, her voice filled with quiet satisfaction. "But don't forget, my dear, this ribbon is not just an accessory tonight. It's a reminder of who you belong to."

Cressida swallowed hard, her body trembling with a mixture of excitement and nerves as she nodded, her fingers brushing lightly against the ribbon, feeling the weight of Eloise's words settle over her like a physical touch. "I haven't forgotten," she whispered, her voice soft but filled with quiet reverence. "I couldn't."

"Good," Eloise murmured, her fingers tightening briefly around the ribbon before she released it, her gaze locking onto Cressida's with an intensity that made her heart race. "You'll stay by my side tonight. No wandering off. Understood?"

"Yes, Eloise," Cressida replied, her voice trembling slightly as she lowered her gaze, a quiet, submissive gesture that made Eloise's lips curve into a satisfied smile.

"Very good," Eloise murmured, her hand brushing lightly against Cressida's arm before she turned her attention back to the room, her demeanor cool and composed once more. To anyone watching, they were simply two women conversing, sharing polite words at a society function. But beneath the surface, the dynamic between them was clear, the control Eloise held over Cressida unmistakable.

As the evening wore on, Cressida stayed close to Eloise's side, her heart racing with every small, subtle reminder of her submission. The way Eloise's hand would occasionally brush against her arm, the way her gaze would linger on the ribbon at her throat, each touch, each glance, a silent command that made Cressida's entire body tremble with anticipation.

At one point, Eloise leaned in, her breath warm against Cressida's ear as she whispered, "Do you like this, my dear? Knowing that I control you, even here, in front of everyone?"

Cressida's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest as she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes," she gasped softly, her fingers brushing against the velvet at her throat. "I love it."

Eloise's smile deepened, her hand resting lightly on Cressida's waist as she whispered, "Good. Because you belong to me, and I won't let you forget it."

Cressida trembled beneath the weight of Eloise's words, her body responding to the quiet command in her voice, the subtle pressure of her hand at her waist. She could feel the power Eloise held over her, the quiet control that made her heart race with a mixture of fear and excitement.

The evening continued, filled with quiet conversations and polite smiles, but for Cressida, the entire night was centered around the velvet ribbon at her throat, the silent, constant reminder of her submission. Every glance, every touch from Eloise sent a shiver through her body, a reminder that she was not just a participant in society tonight—she was Eloise's.

As the night drew to a close, and the guests began to make their way toward the exit, Eloise turned to Cressida, her gaze filled with quiet command. "It's time to go, my dear," she murmured softly, her fingers brushing lightly against the ribbon. "And when we're home, I'll have you show me just how much you appreciate this little accessory."

Cressida's breath hitched, her heart racing as she nodded, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Yes, Eloise."

Eloise smiled, her hand resting lightly on Cressida's lower back as she guided her toward the door, her touch a constant reminder of the control she held, the power she wielded so effortlessly over her.

And as they left the ballroom, the weight of the collar around her neck sent a thrill through Cressida's entire being, a quiet promise of what awaited her once they were alone—no longer hidden in plain sight, but laid bare, entirely at Eloise's mercy.

The carriage ride back to Eloise's family home passed in a tense, electric silence. The air between them was charged with unspoken anticipation, each glance Eloise cast in her direction making Cressida's heart race faster, her body aching with the weight of her submission. She could still feel the ribbon around her throat, the way it sat snug against her skin, a constant reminder of who she belonged to.

As soon as the door to Eloise's room clicked shut behind them, the atmosphere shifted, the quiet civility of their public facade falling away, leaving nothing but the raw truth of their dynamic.

"On your knees," Eloise commanded softly, her voice filled with quiet authority as she turned to face Cressida, her gaze dark with intent.

Cressida's breath caught, her body trembling with both excitement and nerves as she lowered herself to the floor without hesitation. The smooth floor pressed against her knees, but the only sensation that truly mattered was the weight of Eloise's gaze upon her—heavy, commanding, filled with promise.

"You've been so obedient tonight," Eloise murmured, stepping closer, her fingers brushing lightly against the velvet ribbon tied around Cressida's throat. The soft pressure of her hand sent a shiver down Cressida's spine. "But now, I expect more from you."

Cressida's heart raced, her body trembling with the overwhelming desire to please. "I want to serve you," she whispered, her voice breathless, eyes flicking up to meet Eloise's. "Tell me what you wish, and I shall obey."

Eloise's lips curved into a small, satisfied smile, her fingers trailing down to undo the ties of her gown. The rich fabric slid from her shoulders with an effortless grace, pooling at her feet as she stood before Cressida in nothing but her chemise. Her hand reached out to cup Cressida's chin, lifting her gaze until their eyes met.

"Show me how grateful you are, how much you adore being mine," Eloise said softly, her voice low and filled with quiet command. "Use that mouth of yours, my dear. You know what to do."

Cressida's pulse quickened at Eloise's words, her heart pounding in her chest as she leaned forward, her hands trembling as they slid up Eloise's legs, steadying herself. The feel of Eloise's skin beneath her fingers made her breath hitch, her lips parting as she pressed a soft kiss against Eloise's inner thigh, her devotion pouring out in every touch.

Eloise's breath hitched ever so slightly, her hand tightening its grip on the ribbon at Cressida's throat, a quiet reminder of the control she held. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice soft but filled with satisfaction as she guided Cressida closer.

Cressida moved slowly, her lips brushing lightly over the soft, sensitive skin of Eloise's thighs, her breath warm against her as she kissed her way higher. There was something reverent in the way Cressida moved, each kiss a quiet, unspoken offering to the woman she adored, the woman she was bound to.

When Cressida finally reached the apex of Eloise's thighs, she paused for a brief moment, her breath trembling with the weight of her desire. Then, without hesitation, she leaned in, her tongue slipping out to taste the heat of Eloise's arousal. The wetness greeted her eagerly, the slick warmth sending a thrill of satisfaction through Cressida's entire body as she began to worship her mistress.

Eloise gasped softly, her fingers tightening in Cressida's hair as she guided her, the quiet sounds of her pleasure filling the room. "That's it," she whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure. "You were made for this, my dear. To please me… to serve me."

Cressida's heart swelled at Eloise's praise, her tongue moving with more confidence now, lapping at the slick folds of Eloise's body with a reverence that left no doubt as to her devotion. Each stroke, each caress of her tongue was carefully measured, designed to bring Eloise closer to the edge while ensuring she knew just how much Cressida adored her.

The taste of Eloise filled her senses, the soft, slick heat of her body driving Cressida forward with a quiet urgency. Her hands gripped Eloise's thighs, holding her steady as she worked, her tongue swirling and flicking with the precision of someone who had spent hours learning the delicate art of pleasing her mistress.

Eloise's breath quickened, her body trembling with the building tension as she tugged gently on the ribbon at Cressida's throat, guiding her deeper, demanding more. "Do not stop," Eloise whispered, her voice low and filled with quiet command. "I want to feel every inch of that mouth, every bit of your devotion."

Cressida obeyed without question, her tongue moving faster now, the pressure of her lips firm against Eloise's body as she focused all her attention on the task at hand. The soft, wet sounds of her mouth working against Eloise's slick folds filled the room, mingling with the quiet gasps of pleasure that escaped Eloise's lips.

"You belong to me," Eloise murmured softly, her voice trembling with pleasure as her body responded to Cressida's ministrations. "And this is where you were always meant to be… on your knees, worshiping me."

Cressida moaned softly against Eloise's skin, her body trembling with the overwhelming need to please her mistress, her heart swelling with pride as she felt Eloise's body tense beneath her tongue, her breath growing more ragged with every passing moment.

Eloise's hand tightened in Cressida's hair, her hips pressing forward as she teetered on the edge of release, her voice filled with quiet command as she whispered, "Finish me, my love. Show me how devoted you truly are."

Cressida's heart pounded in her chest as she obeyed, her tongue moving with precision as she brought Eloise to the peak of pleasure, her entire being focused on the task of giving her mistress exactly what she desired.

Eloise's breath hitched, her body tensing as the wave of release crashed over her, her fingers tightening in Cressida's hair as she gasped softly, her entire being consumed by the intensity of her climax.

Cressida didn't stop, her tongue continuing its gentle ministrations as she drew out every last tremor of pleasure from Eloise's trembling form, her heart swelling with satisfaction as she felt her mistress relax beneath her.

When Eloise finally stilled, her breath coming in shallow gasps, she loosened her grip on Cressida's hair, her hand resting gently on her shoulder as she looked down at her with quiet satisfaction. "You've done well, my dear," she murmured softly, her voice filled with affection as she gently guided Cressida to her feet.