Office Girl Allison Ch. 16

It caused me to wonder why Sheryl had focused on just those two aspects of power exchange. As a possible submissive…

I suggested a meeting to talk about how the lifestyle could become a holistic relationship. I asked Ernie to send photos of his wife so I would have some idea of what she looked like. I also explained what would be expected if we got together. Sheryl was to wear a simple, sensual dress, I told him. She should expect open conversation about sex, body parts, past experiences and sexual fantasies. No topic was off limits or out of bounds. Ernie would need to be okay with my touching Sheryl if the opportunity arose. Or my encouraging him to show me how they interacted. The meeting would help me decide whether I could groom them as a couple or whether he should look for find another trainer.

Ernie agreed, so I arranged the meeting to coincide with Adele’s first session at my house. Her presence would give Sheryl a picture of what real lifestyle submission looked like. And Adele’s submission, her sexuality… well, she could help take the meet-up in any direction I wanted it to go.

I didn’t tell Ernie about Adele. Nor Adele about Ernie and Sheryl. I was going to choreograph everything in real time based on how people reacted to each other and where the conversations would lead.

‘This is Sheryl,’ I explained to Adele, showing her the cell phone photo Ernie sent. ‘She and her husband will be here soon.’ I took Adele by the hand and walked towards the front of the house carrying the bottle of champagne, pausing to take four glasses from the hallway buffet. I sat Adele on the living room couch while fidgeting with the champagne cork. It popped! I filled her glass, then my own, sitting down beside her. Adele drained half her glass at once.

‘Ernie and Sheryl are here to talk about my training them in lifestyle ways,’ I explained. ‘This will give you a chance to see how I behave as a dominant with other people around. And you’ll learn more about what I expect from a submissive woman. You will also learn what I expect other doms to learn and practice. While they are here you will be silent and follow my lead as the evening unfolds. Everything aksaray escort will be presumed consensual unless one of them objects to my guidance.’

‘Am I going to fuck them?’ Adele asked pensively.

I refilled her glass.

‘Maybe,’ I replied. ‘But more likely you will simply serve them.’ I sipped some champagne. ‘Do you know the difference between sex and service?’

‘Sex is fucking. A cock or a toy in my cunt or ass.’

‘Yes.’ I rested an elbow on the back of the couch.

‘Service is anything from offering food and drink to cleaning up after people.’

‘Also correct.’

‘And you’re going to tell me that oral sex is not sex, it’s just a service. Like cleaning up is.’

‘The Bill Clinton argument, yes.’

‘It’s a service like at work… building computer files, talking to clients, keeping my desk straight. Or yours.’ She peered at me through her glass, sucking more of the bubbly.

‘Correct again.’

‘That’s how we can have sex at the office but not really have sex there. Cause a blow job or Allison going down on me in the women’s locker room is not sex in the first place. It’s a service.’

I refilled her glass with a nod. ‘You understand it all very well.’ But I knitted my brow at the same time. ‘Has that happened, by the way? With Allison?’

She ignored my question, asking instead, ‘Will I be serving other people in the office like that?’

‘Time to time, yes,’ I replied. ‘People have already had such service from Allison.’

Her eyes got wide. ‘Realyyy…’

‘Mike,’ is all I needed to say. He was our section chief.

‘What about our clients?’

I paused… tapping my finger on the back of the couch. The pause was pregnant enough for savvy Adele.

Fingers stroking her bottom lip, she looked into the distance offering her glass for another refill. ‘The plot thickens, William,’ she said with a grin.

‘No more champagne for now. Our guests have arrived.’

———-

Ernie was dressed in jeans, cowboy boots and a blue work shirt typical of the Fresno crowd. He was about forty year’s old, medium height and weight, dark close cut hair with a friendly face and affable manner. Black frame glasses perched across his nose. His younger wife was also medium height, lean with dark brown hair falling loose across her shoulders. Slipping out of a button front sweater, she revealed a sort of apricot colored lounge dress; a backless split-hem halter, tied at the neck with a big looping bow. Although the polyester fabric wasn’t sheer, it was thin enough to show small stiff amasya escort nipples tipping breasts that were shaped and sized like Adele’s–that is, soft round handfuls. The dress’s back line swept low, curving below her spine, inviting hands to slip inside where it gaped a bit and where the bodice allowed side boob views. The side slits rose up her thighs giving hints of a tempting, rounded bottom just beneath.

Well done, Sheryl, I thought.

I invited them to sit on the couch Adele and I had occupied while we two sat in side chairs across the floor.

The couple said nothing about Adele’s presence, or even the magnificent see through nothing-robe I had given her to wear. However… they could hardly keep their eyes off of the nipple nooses and chains dangling from Adele’s breasts, looping up high to the cold steel collar around her neck.

She looked the perfect slut-slave, Adele did. Sitting there quietly, attentively, showing acres of barely covered skin, champagne glass in hand.

‘Adele is here for training. It’s our first session together’ I explained, gesturing at her. ‘This way you will have a real world impression of what submission is like.’

‘Those look like they hurt,’ Sheryl said, eyeing the nipple dressage.

Adele looked at me for permission to speak.

‘Go ahead,’ I said.

‘The wires are tight but I’m getting used to them,’ she said. ‘William put them on after my punishment… what, Sir, an hour ago?’

I looked at the clock on the fireplace mantel. Quarter to ten. ‘Almost,’ I replied. Looking at the couple I asked, ‘Would you like to see them up close?’

Ernie nodded enthusiastically while Sheryl said, ‘No thank you.’

I laughed at the split decision. ‘Let them see,’ I told Adele.

She walked across the room untying the silk sash as she went. She opened it wide in front of Ernie, slowly pirouetting side to side on the balls of bare feet. Neither one could resist studying Adele from lips to nipples, from smooth flat tummy to beguiling pussy. Sheryl swallowed hard while Ernie’s eyes glimmered.

‘Would you like to touch her?’ I asked Ernie. ‘The wires need to come off now. It’s been long enough.’ Ernie looked at Sheryl as if asking permission to touch Adele’s breasts. That was not a good sign of Ernie’s dominance, I thought.

I cut to the chase. ‘Sheryl, is it alright with you if Ernie helps out here?’

‘What punishment?’ Sheryl asked, turning the conversation.

I hesitated. Although Adele’s markings would soon enough be noticed, Sheryl was going straight to the core of her… antalya escort concerns. Or interests. Maybe concern and interest was the same thing. Alright, let’s go with it I decided.

‘Let them see,’ I said again to Adele.

This time the pirouette went all the way around. She paused so the couple could study the colorful butt bruises and welty thigh stripes showing hints of blood.

‘That looks like it really hurt,’ Sheryl said, reaching out as if to touch.

Adele turned back around, taking a half step closer to Sheryl. ‘It really did,’ she admitted. ‘But I needed to be punished. I misbehaved by lying to William about the way I dressed for work a couple of weeks ago.’

This admission perked my interest. Sheryl sipped her champagne in silence.

‘And one other thing,’ I offered.

‘Oh yes,’ said Adele, still looking at Sheryl. ‘Because I wore panties and a bra when I came here tonight. That’s not allowed and I knew it.’

‘What’s not allowed?’ asked Ernie.

‘She can’t be seen wearing underwear,’ Sheryl interrupted, looking at me. ‘She has to show her tits and pussy. It’s a dress code thing isn’t it?’

‘Adele can explain,’ I answered.

She parted the filmy silk cloth, running fingers over her body. ‘My breasts, not tits, are too pretty to cover up. My nipples need to be seen so people remember that a woman’s body is real, just like a man’s. And so they are tempted to touch me.’ She backed away and parted her legs. ‘My sex is the same way. I’ve been brought up to hide it, to ignore it most of the time. But it’s so beautiful… And it’s important for people to see that part of my body too. So they can remember where they came from, a woman’s womb. So they learn to accept and honor a woman’s sex instead of cheapening it. And so they want to touch her there too. Touch me, I mean.’

She stepped closer to the couple. ‘I want to be used there. I want to give people pleasure and I want them to make me cum. I’ve always wanted that, from when I was younger till now. But I was mistreated growing up and by my ex-husband. People took advantage of me. William is showing me there is another way to have as much pleasure as I want, whenever I want it, with whoever I want. So long as I have his approval before it happens.’

I admit to being impressed by Adele’s explanations. Short and to the point but absolutely accurate–at her level of understanding. But I wondered if she really embraced those ideas or was just parroting what she had heard me say.

‘I wear a bra to work because I have to. William is showing me there are ways to remind people about my breasts and nipples, by just barely covering them up. The secret is in choosing what to wear. I never wear panties anymore, even to work. People sometimes see my pussy. It’s an invitation for sex, of course, for fucking. People know that at some level. It adds excitement to things.’

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