Office Girl Allison Ch. 14

I slipped the tee back on before going inside the apartment. Our girls were there after all. But back in my bedroom with the door closed, Adele and I fell into each other's arms giggling, saying to each other What did we just do? It's all William's fault. He would have been so proud, we laughed.

Only I'm still not sure about that. I haven't told him yet.

...Hmm, well I guess you got the story after all. But let me be the one to tell William first. Okay?

As for Adele, I know she's going over to his place later this week. She probably can't keep a secret like that so I will have to find time to tell him what happened before she goes.

I wonder what he has in mind for her. I wonder when it will be my turn.

I hope she doesn't get into too much trouble after ringing his doorbell.

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(William Narrating)

As proper consideration demanded, I gave Allison advance notice of every session with Adele. The look on her face, Allison's, when confronted with the idea of my using Adele in private... It was all I needed to see to know Allison would continue to serve me. Let it be me next, please Sir, was always in her eyes. She was a born slave, truth be told. I would develop that tendency, taking her deeper and deeper into power exchange before much longer. I would show her the extremes.

As for Adele? It would be a while before I had the same kind of anything you ask, whenever you ask attitude Allison was showing. I believe this was her father's fault. Her time with him had been hard, nearly criminal in fact, causing her to leave home when she very young. Within a few years she had taken up with soon-to-be-husband who discovered how to manipulate Adele into providing no-win sexual services to him, his friends and others. Her body became property, enemy and victim all at the same time, leaving the woman distressed and very confused about herself and what was right or wrong.

It became my task to turn all that around. To show her that a woman's body is a source of huge personal power and that, as consensual property, her body can and should be enjoyed not just by her owner but by many. As with every woman, Adele's sexuality deserves to be honored and rewarded whenever she says yes to wanton ways, something most women come pre-wired to do. I wanted to show her the pleasure and the power in it.

This alternate lifestyle is all about safe, sane, consensual ways of trading immodest, licentious tendencies for high self-esteem outcomes. But the dominant has to manage every situation so the submissive comes away feeling fulfilled. And wanting more.

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Switching on the front porch light, I opened the door to Adele. It was our first private training session but I could immediately see something was up.

'Evening Willian,' she said. 'Thanks for inviting me over.'

'Hello Adele. Would you like to come in?'

She paused. 'Well yes, you invited me over right? I'd like to come in.'

'Excellent,' I replied. 'First, take off your clothes.'

Her feet shuffled across the concrete porch. 'Take off my clothes? Here?'

'Yes. You must be naked before coming in.' I crossed my arms and leaned against the door frame.

'But... what if somebody walks by? Or drives by?'

'Does it matter? If somebody sees you naked, does in really matter? If it does, well... We can get together some other time.'

Her eyes were blinking as she thought about what I had said. Her lips pursed. Then she dropped her black handbag to the porch and reached up to the collar of a beige corduroy over shirt she was wearing—it being wintertime cool in the Bay Area. Dropping the coat at her feet, her fingers went to the top button of a sheer, turquoise colored Western shirt worn beneath the corduroy jacket. Underneath that I could see a simple black bra. Opaque, probably padded. With a front hook-and-eye closure, I noted, as she parted the shirt's second button.

The bra was the problem, of course. Had she left it behind the sheer, long sleeve shirt would have presented her shapely round breasts and pert nipples in a perfect way. I and others would have enjoyed seeing her like that. The over shirt offered coverage if she needed it for some reason while out in the world... Meaning the bra was entirely unnecessary either as support for her nicely toned figure or to ensure propriety. Worse yet, it was an insult to the submissive lifestyle she was supposedly intent on adopting. But she had worn it anyway.

I continued staring as the shirt peeled away from her shoulders. Then the bra... dropped unceremoniously to the porch floor to rest atop the other layers. She stood there topless, staring back at me in the bright amber porch light.

'More?' she asked.

'Everything,' I replied.

A car sped by on its way to some other Bay Area destination. In a reflex motion, Adele crossed her arms in front.

'They can't see your breasts, Adele,' I observed.

She blinked her eyes again.

She had worn three quarter length black denim shorts to complete the outfit. Without a belt, I noted. She dropped her arms so fingers could tug at the metal button closure, then struggle with the zipper. The denim finally dropped away too. She stepped out of the shorts, closer to the front door...

Wearing only pale turquoise cotton panties. And black leather ankle boots.

Her face was flushed as she looked up at me. 'May I come in now?'

'Give me everything, Adele. Including the boots.'

She looked towards a dark corner of the porch, licking her lips. Finally, thumbs went to the waistband of the panties and swept them down and away. I took note of a nicely groomed landing patch revealed just above her vulva. Balancing against sandstone bricks that made up the front wall, she unzipped the left boot first, then the right.

Hard as that exercise seemed—the first of many unveilings for Adele—she finally stood before me naked, hands at her sides, illuminated against the January darkness. A second car swished by heading in the opposite direction. Its headlights momentarily swept across Adele's bare backside. This time her arms remained by her side.

'Gather your things and come in,' I told her.

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I think Adele was genuinely surprised that all of what she had been hearing, whether from Allison or me, all the things she had no doubt read and possibly seen in print or via online sources, could in fact become part of her day to day living. Passing through my front door, the education began.

She was naked inside my home. She would remain in that state till I gave her permission to wear something appropriate to changing situations. The house was kept warm, ensuring her comfort, yet the window coverings were quite sheer, ensuring that she would be on display to the outside world too, whichever part of the house she was in.

It took some time before she stopped turning her head to see if people were outside looking in.

'Are you embarrassed to be seen like this?' I asked her.

'I'm not sure,' she replied, standing in the brightly lit kitchen. 'But may I ask... why are you still dressed when I'm not?'

'Because you are here as this evening's submissive guest. My role is to show you what that entails, as a dominant would do. Not to stand beside you naked as if we had just come from the bedroom. I am your Sir for the evening. I will be showing you what a girl's service looks and feels like. You are here consensually. You may get dressed and leave at any time should you decide you don't like the experiences I am going to give you. Till then you will do as a lifestyle service girl is expected to do.'

She listened intently. 'Everything is consensual,' she repeated.

'Everything. Like at the front door just now. No one forced you to take off your clothes.'

She rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet. 'So what else are you going to do to me tonight?'

'Three things, Adele.'

'What three things, please...'

'You're going to be punished, first of all. Twice, before the evening is done. After that I'm going to begin your training so you can make informed decisions about whether you want me to be your contract Sir.'

'Punished?' Her voice turned up a notch. 'Why? What for?'

I crossed my arms again. 'Remember in my office a couple of weeks ago... You told me a story about yourself that wasn't true. You lied to me, in other words.'

'But... I later corrected what I said. I told you it was a fib. I confessed.'

'Yes, but that's not enough to convince me you will never lie again. The tendency is probably still there. You have to learn that a lie is the most treacherous thing that can happen in a power exchange relationship. It's a betrayal, a corruption of everything you and I might build together. It shows disloyalty to your partner—me in this case—and subverts every agreement, every understanding between you and your Sir. Not only that... it's dangerous. A lie can get you hurt.'

'You have to be taught that lying is never allowed, never accepted, ever again.'

'William, I'm sorry...'

'Imagine that I put you in a situation based on something you had told me about yourself that wasn't true. You might not be ready, prepared for the situation I planned for you. Because you hadn't really had the experiences you described. You could be injured, mentally or physically or both, because I made a bad judgement based on what I thought was true. I would be at fault for expecting too much from you.'

I walked her into the study in the middle of the house. I sat her down in a heavy leather chair next to the book case.

'Oh..!' she exclaimed... 'This seat is cold!'

I smiled, wanting to lighten the mood a bit. 'Lady, with that hot body the chair doesn't have a chance.'

Adele's eyes twinkled. She snuggled against the leather.

I reached into the drawer of a square oak table supporting a Tiffany lamp, the only light in the room.

'I can't over emphasize how important it is to always tell the truth. If you're ever unsure about the truth—confused about how you feel or what you thought you saw—you need to admit being uncertain. It's the only way you can have a lasting BDSM relationship. And it's the best way to avoid getting hurt.'

I raised up a tee shirt I had recently ordered from an online vendor. It was white cotton with large black lettering on the front.

LIAR it said on the front. I turned it around. On the back it read, I Lied to Him.

'Put this on,' I told her.

'William...' she cringed.

'Put it on. I have to impress on you the seriousness of lying. If we're going to build something between us, this will be the first step.'

She stood up and took the tee from me. It was almost a snatch from my hand. She pulled the shirt over her head and slid her arms though the holes. She pulled at the bottom edges. I had guessed right... the lettering was spaced in a way that allowed her nipples to poke in between. The cotton was thin enough to reveal their color and shape. It was long enough to cover her backside and vulva... But just barely.

Perfect for wearing in public.

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(Adele narrating)

He made me wear that damned shirt to a Redwood City market. It's the only thing he let me wear! ...Besides a pair of sneakers that were too big. He pushed me out the door with my driver's license, a grocery order and some cash. I crawled into my car. Most of my pussy was peeking out from below the shirt. I sat there for a moment studying the view. It's a pretty pussy, pulpy at the edges with a straight line vertical smile. Baby soft. Decorated with the right touch of fluff up top. Hey, I'm such a slut... sitting there in the car dressed like that, I stroked it.... I fucking touched myself before turning on the engine to go do the task William had given me. I squeezed together my thighs wanting to cum after the things William had made me do.

But I didn't. William would probably ask me about it later. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of saying yes. And... damn it... I didn't want to lie to him. Again.

Besides, I considered. He hadn't made me do anything. Wow...

I realized I had said yes to whatever he wanted... Before giving in to him. Wow.

So, following his directions I drove to the nearby Kroger. ...Seeing so many cars parked in the lot! It was eight pm and all these people were shopping for groceries; crap! So I found a slot beneath some side cast shadows and parked my own car. I slid out of the seat and pulled at the edges of the tee to cover up my sex. But that only made my nipples stand out more. Fuck, what was I doing? Did I really intend to go through with this, parading through a store full of people in this tiny shirt that was calling me out as a liar?

I pushed back my hair and swallowed hard.

Yep. I was. I dared myself to do it; that was the trick. I decided to see at the situation as a kind of game, and I was going to win the round.

Take a deep breath, I told myself. This will be over in a jiff.

Only it wasn't. After I walked through the automatic door—with air wooshing around me so the tee shirt nearly flew up to my navel—I saw a dozen items on William's list. Some fruit... Okay. Crusty olive bread, got it. Ground beef... easy enough. Then I spied something called Kombucha. Something else called Sambal Oelek. And Tapat  o hot sauce. What the fuck? Why couldn't I just get regular tobasco? And he wanted a brand of yogurt I had never heard of along with, not ice cream mind you, but mango sorbet. Jesus, I was in a store I'd never seen, no idea where things were. I was either going to spend a half hour wandering the isles or ask somebody for help. While wearing that goddamn shirt! With my nips and cunt pretty much on full display to tens of thousands of people whose cars filled the parking lot like this was a sporting event!

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For an instant I was ready to turn around and leave. Then I realized I would have to go back to his house, explain why I had failed, get dressed in a huff...with him watching me I was sure...before storming out of that house. Returning to Allison's apartment where I would have to go through the whole story again. Only to see them both at work the next day...

Without me as part of their... family.

Shit. Fuck. Fucking shit. Holy goddamn fucking shit...

Stop it, I told myself. Calm down. Remember, this is a game. Find some nice person to help you. Like... some young clerk. A stocker, yeah that's it. He won't mind and maybe he'll think you're cool.

So that's what I did. His nametag said Johnny and he could hardly have been out of high school. Putty in my hands. I was carrying a half full hand basket when I found him; I held it in front of my barely covered cunt but nothing was going to cover up the Liar that introduced me to Johnny. Or the pointy, chilled nipples protruding from between the big black letters.

'Hi, can you help me,' I asked in my most helpless female voice.

He was standing on a short ladder organizing boxes of cereal. He stepped down to floor level when he saw me, adjusting his glasses. His mouth formed the letter O even though he never made the sound. I didn't let him.

'My lifestyle dominant gave me this list of groceries to buy. I'm his slave girl in training and I have to get this right. But I don't know where half the stuff on this list is. He dressed me in this old shirt and sent me out. To meet you, now I'm sure. Could you help so I don't make a mistake? And before I freeze to death?'

I pushed out my chest so he could get a good look at what frozen nipples looked like.

'Um, sure,' he mumbled, studying the letters L I A and R... While counting the papillae surrounding my cherry stone nips.

'Cool shirt,' he said.

I held out the list and fluttered my lashes.

'Thank you so much, um, Johnny,' I said, squinting at his barrel chest...his nametag, I mean... 'I found most of the things already but maybe you know where I can find the rest.'

'Sure. Like, Kombucha is on isle 7...'

'No, I mean... Wouldn't you like to help me find it?' I shifted the basket to give him a peek at how fucking short the tee shirt really was. His eyebrows tented.

'Oh...' There it was, the O.

'You bet,' he said. 'Just follow me.'

'Thank you so much,' I whimpered.

Johnny knew his store. We were up and down the aisles in no time piling the few remaining items into the basket on my arm. The last stop was in front of the freezer case. Where the fucking sorbet was kept.

I put the heavy basket down and looked him in the eye. 'He wants mango.'

He opened the freezer door. 'It looks like we're out.'

'What other kinds do you have?'

'Well... there's three or four flavors. On that lower shelf.'

At that point I went all in on young Mr. Johnny. In my own special way. In a lifestyle way William would have enjoyed. I positioned myself between the freezer door and that sweet young man, leaning way over to shop the different flavors. I could feel the tee shirt ride halfway up my ass, exposing my pussy of course... That is, my naked, needing-to-cum, slut slot that probably had a little glisten to it; I thought I felt a special chill up there.

I let Johnny get a good long look before remembering other people might be looking too.

Making my choice I raised up with a smile. 'Passion fruit,' I said. I might have spit on the front of his uniform. 'Passion fruit. I bet my Sir will like that. Maybe he won't spank me now. Thank you again, Johnny, so much!' I gave him an arm's length pucker kiss.

He was all a-flutter by that time. I wonder if he ever managed to read the I Lied to Him on the back of the shirt. I doubt it, given that other thing he had to stare at.

'You're welcome, ma'am. Anything else I can do?'

'Oh... don't ask me that,' I replied with an angled smile. 'You might lose your job.' I tapped his Kroger nameplate and walked away.

Paying for all that stuff, there didn't seem to be as many people in the store as I thought.

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