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Office Girl Allison — Saturday With Allison
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Allison arrived at my front door the following Saturday. It was late January. The wind was up and rain was pouring. A scent of saltwater was in the air as tall trees across the street played a symphony… hhhooo… wooOOOSHHssh…. drawn from streams of air rushing inland from the Pacific Ocean ten miles to the west. Grey-blue skies were reflected in rainwater collecting beneath the alcove of the concrete porch.
She stood in front of me, pulling a navy blue raincoat from her shoulders. Large taunt nipples protruded from beneath a long sleeve woolen sheath dress, greeting me. The dress was iris colored—a pale violet-blue—and seemed practical for the winter weather. It was lifestyle attractive too, the hem coming to mid-thigh. She looked stylish, including the matching socks and sneakers.
‘May I come in, Sir?’ she shivered, as gusts blew mist from behind.
‘Let me have the dress,’ I replied.
Familiar with this part of the training, she turned so I could help with the zipper. I ran it down the length of her spine and she shrugged the dress from her shoulders, tugging at the sleeves and shivering in the wet breeze. She was properly dressed, wearing nothing underneath. She faced the street in shoes, socks, a leather day collar and that was all.
The collar was work day wear required by her contract. Today she wore it as a gesture of our training time together.
She was a lovely sight, naked like this. But the normally busy road was empty in the heavy rain. Pity no one was able to admire her bold nudity and head turning beauty. She raised the empty dress to me as an offering, gifting me with her bare body. Proper protocol again.
‘Come in,’ I offered with a gesture.
Hugging herself, she brushed past me into the warm room. A few logs burned in the nearby fireplace, toasting the air. She stood before the flames turning front to back, back to front, balancing the heat against her skin. Lamp light illuminated the room on that grey chilly Saturday.
The front room sheers were pulled back ensuring she could be easily seen by anyone passing by.
‘Come sit,’ I said, pouring a cup of apple cider from the small hot pot I had set up on a side table. She slipped off the sneakers, snuggling into the cushioned sofa in sock covered feet. I offered up a shawl to drape across her shoulders.
‘I appreciate you giving up part of your weekend,’ I told her. ‘Is Shelby with your mom?’
‘No Sir, Adele and Katie came over. The girls are going to play Life while I’m away.’
‘Wow. At her age. And here you are playing Lifestyle with me,’ I grinned. ‘There’s a certain irony in that.’
I took a sip of cider. ‘She’s eight years old, yes?’
‘She just turned nine. And Katie ten, a grade ahead of mine.’
I pondered the news. ‘Hmm, I wish you had told me about their birthdays. I would have sent presents.’
‘That’s not necessary, Sir. Presents from… Uncle William? I’m not sure they would understand. Besides, you are already so generous. Your PayPal fund, for example. It’s been both a lifeline and a play place,’ she grinned. ‘This outfit… um, the dress I was wearing,’ she laughed. ‘I shopped it online and spent some of the money.’
‘That’s what it’s for. So long as the shopping supports your training, new clothes are part of the deal.’ I reiterated the rest of the PayPal rules she had heard before. ‘Food and drink for guests, too, if you are entertaining lifestyle friends. And jewelry if it’s part of your practice; just let me know how. When the balance gets below a hundred dollars I’ll replenish the fund.’
‘It’s there now, Sir,’ she said bashfully. ‘I bought a very clingy bikini for the spring. It shows everything. And a couple of dresses I think you will like too.’ She paused with a grin, looking at the floor. ‘They will show my pussy nicely when you allow it. I also bought a sweater that’s perfect for being braless at work. I can’t wait for you to see it. And what’s underneath of course.’ Her eyes twinkled. ‘Anytime you ask.’
‘Of course, thank you Allison,’ I smiled.
We both sipped apple cider. ‘Thank you too for keeping to all your practices,’ I continued. ‘I enjoyed the pics from last night’s cum session. You even sent morning photos. On a weekend. Beautiful photos at that.’
‘I’m glad you like them. I was up early getting ready for you. Doing my girl-things to prepare.’ She looked at me purposefully, hinting she had douched and run an enema. She was probably wearing the jeweled butt plug I had gotten her. If so I should comment about it, I reminded myself.
‘So you came for me on a Saturday?’ I added, remembering the photos again.
‘Yes. I used the dildo for a long time before leaving the apartment,’ she blushed. ‘I think Shelby heard me. But it felt extra good knowing I was going to see you. I sent pictures of all the juice I sprayed across the bedspread.’ She sipped more cider. ‘That happens a lot these days.’
She sighed. ‘I feel so lucky, training like this. To become a contract submissive. To become an admitted, enthusiastic slut.’ She showed a shy ear to ear grin.
I nodded while returning the smile. ‘You are doing well, learning quickly. And I like your talking openly about your practice and the pleasure you’re having. It’s a good habit to get into, sharing those things instead of hiding them like before. There’s no shame in it anymore.’ I reached over to run a hand through her hair and across a cheek. ‘But let’s work on sharing your feelings too, especially about your cumming. I want to hear about the sensations, the emotions of these new orgasms you’re having.’
But then, changing the mood, I glared at her with a sideways smile. ‘Before we talk about all that, wasn’t there a story I was supposed to hear? About a recent sauna adventure?’
‘Oh…’ she wiped cider from her lips. ‘That.’ She took a deep breath. ‘I hope you don’t think I was keeping anything from you. Things have been so busy at work. And it just happened, the sauna thing. Last Monday while Adele and Katie were staying over.’
‘What happened on Monday?’
‘Um… Adele and I got a little frisky. Not with each other. With someone new.’
‘I’m all ears.’
‘Well… I wanted to practice being, um, I mean wearing…’ She shook her head. ‘Ohh, Sir, telling you about this is going to make me feel self-conscious.’
‘Slow down. Just tell the tale.’
She took a long drink from her cup and another deep breath before continuing.
‘Sir… this lifestyle… our contract… the things I’m doing now… You understand that everything in my life has changed, yes? I see the difference in the mirror when I look at myself—my face and body. And of course the way I’m dressing… Others have noticed it. People at work… Adele… she loves the change and has eyes or hands on me, like, all the time. But strangers look at me different too and even my mom has commented about the changes. Plus… well, there’s a huge difference in my need to… my needing to…’
She stopped to collect her thoughts.
‘William, Sir, we’ve been… partnered… at the office, I mean… for a month already. But I haven’t had a chance to tell you any of this till now. Even though we sometimes spend time after work it seems there’s always more training you want me to do. We rarely talk about anything else. And now that Adele is in the picture, she’s taking part of your time. I try to send you messages with the night time photos but it seems hard to say all the things in my head when I’ve just cum for you ten or twenty times and needing sleep. And the mornings are super busy… Getting Shelby’s breakfast and her ready for school, running back and forth cumming for you and sending pics, making sure I dress like I should.’
I nodded, hoping to appear understanding. Allison wasn’t the first girl I had trained. She wasn’t the first single mother to come over to the Light, choosing a power exchange lifestyle over dull vanilla ways. I knew the challenges and the rewards.
I began to stroke a nearby calf while Allison spoke. ‘Go on,’ I said.
‘I… Wait, before I talk about the cumming I want to tell you about needing to show more. Wanting to show more. Wanting to tease people with how I’m dressed or being naked in my bedroom. Like… There are times when I just stand in front of the windows now when I’m alone in the room. I mean… I stand there, looking for people who might see while walking the grounds or from their own windows. I want to people to see my breasts and pussy, ohmygod, Sir… I want to cum while they watch! Like… I want to do it all the time these days.’ She looked away and then back in my direction. ‘Is it okay to talk about this now? I need to tell you how badly I want to share my body. And how badly I need sex… cumming… I’ve been a highly sexed woman for years, but this is worse than ever. I can’t get enough, Sir.’
She gazed in my direction intently, almost looking through me. ‘I think I’m addicted to it now. You warned me this would happen, this addiction thing. I didn’t believe it could take over so completely or so quickly. Needing to cum is… it’s become insistent! It’s almost like breathing now. I just have to do it, as often as I can and in places I would never have thought about being sexual before.’ She clasped her hands and rubbed at her thumbs. ‘Like in the car… When I get to work in the mornings before coming up the stairs. Or shopping… cumming in the mall or the grocery parking lots… Or after work before going home. And when I’m driving? My spare hand is almost always between my legs. Or at my desk… I am always touching my clit now. Or in meetings… even with other people nearby I am diddling my clit and rubbing my cunt under the table. God… I would never have thought… never imagined that being dressed for cumming and giving myself permission to do it would make such a difference in how often it happens.’
‘Who gives you permission?’ I interrupted. ‘Who’s training you how to live like this?’
She paused… ‘You do, Sir. You are. My mistake. It’s all part of your wonderful methods and my contract and this collar I’m wearing. I’m so thankful to be part of it. You’ve given me permission to cum anytime, anywhere I want. …Unless you say otherwise. You’ve taught me how to do it so it’s super, super edgy… without causing trouble. I never knew I could get away with so much!’
She shifted her position, unfolding her legs and parting her knees. ‘Some people get to see, of course.’ She chewed on her lips. ‘It’s so fucking thrilling…’
She looked directly at me again. ‘That’s what got things going last Monday evening. I wore that see-through, mesh one piece you bought me. To the apartment complex sauna. Adele was embarrassed at first. She said, You might as well be naked. I said, Good, I want people to see. It gets me so wet. We were sitting across from each other on the benches. She didn’t say anything about what I had said but while she was looking at me she went inside the legs of these loose gym shorts she had on. She started rubbing her pussy… staring at me like I was being so so… slutty. Like, just for her. I didn’t know what to do about her looking at me and masturbating. I mean, I liked it of course. But…did she want me to cum for her too? Then this hunky guy came through the doorway. He saw me in that suit. He caught on to what Adele was doing. So, sitting down next to her he started touching himself. Before I knew what was happening Adele had taken off her shorts, was kissing this guy and climbing on top of him! She shoved his cock into her pussy and, close as I am to you, started riding him. Oh my god, Sir… my hands went between my legs and pulled the swimsuit crotch aside. So I could touch myself and show off for the guy. I made myself cum while they were fucking each other. I did it maybe three or four times. The cumming was so strong I didn’t want to stop. Then the guy grunted till cum was dripping out of Adele. I don’t think she came… It didn’t sound like it anyway. But the guy sure did. And I came twice more while he was watching me; I just cried out cumming, it was so good. With my fingers all over and inside my cunt… my nipples swollen… Oh my goddd, Sir…’
Allison’s hands were on her slippery sex and her knees were flexing, confessing the tale.
‘Sir, can I cum for you now? I need to do it… Can I?’
‘Yes,’ I said softly.
She leaned her head back, opening her labia with one hand while the other worked the swelling clit. I watched her splayed out like that with a mix of gratification and pride. She was so lost in her pleasure… it seemed so natural for her… showing and sharing like she was learning to do. It didn’t take long before she was over the edge.
‘Gunnff…,’ she mumbled, rolling her head. ‘Ahhhaaa…’ Cream ran onto the surface of the couch. I watched her breath go long and slow and her vagina gasp as the final few pulses trailed away.
She lifted her head, still breathless, looking at me with her legs wide apart. ‘Thank you Sir. It was so hot, watching them. And I love it when you watch me like that; I love cumming for you. Just talking about it gets me going. I so, so love to cum. …I just have to do it…’ Her voice trailed off, still stroking her clit, still looking at me, me watching her pleasure.
I said, ‘You caused all of that to happen, you know. In the sauna. You’re beauty, the way you were dressed. Adele wanted to cum because of you. So did the guy. They were on each other because of you too.’
I tried to emphasize what had happened. ‘Do you see that? Understand that you change the world this way? It’s all for the better, those changes, when you live like you are supposed to do.. naked, showing, openly sexual like I expect you to be. Cumming for other people. Cumming while watching other people. …Just like you do at night watching porn…’
‘Other people see you, learn from you, want to be like you. So late night cumming, watching porn, is written into your contract.’ I ran my hands in between her thighs, high up towards her opening. ‘It’s good patterning.’
‘Clean up after yourself now’ I told her.
She peered between her legs, scooping the cream from the sofa onto her fingers and licking them clean.
‘You did exactly as you should have done,’ I said. ‘I’m pleased with you. You’ll get a reward in your PayPal account.’
‘Oh, thank you Sir! Thank you!’ she said enthusiastically. ‘But I have a question.
Could I have fucked him too? I wanted to but wasn’t sure you would have been pleased. I didn’t have permission.’
‘You don’t need my permission after work, you know that. Our contract has only covered work hours. Except when we make exceptions like today, spending time with me. The contract is in effect when we are together like this.’
‘But Sir… I wanted to fuck him. And I wanted your permission to do it.’
Allison was trying to tell me something. I put my hand on her leg again. ‘Yes, you could have fucked him. You would not have violated any of our current rules. But I’m pleased that you deferred. …That you wanted permission. That speaks well of your commitment to me.’
Sipping more cider I went on. ‘And so with all this cumming—what, twenty or thirty times a day?—you’ve started to discover the ecstasy in it, I think. You’re finding the hidden levels of energy in so many orgasms. Increasingly strong sensations too.. You’re learning that cumming over and over, every day, is enough to push a person into a whole new mind space. The pleasure chemicals are in your bloodstream all the time now. They linger there. This causes a brain shift to happen. Cumming isn’t just a quick tension release like it used to be, it’s elevating you to a different mental state.’
I continued my sermon. ‘If cumming is so necessary now, I bet you’ve unconsciously started to measure time in a different way. Have you noticed? Time has become the space between orgasms. Time becomes the interval between the last time you came and the next time you do it.’
Allison thought about the idea.
‘And those intervals are getting shorter, aren’t they?’ I added.
‘Yes, that’s right,’ she replied. ‘I look at my cell phone or a clock on the wall thinking how long has it been? Can I slip away now? I ask myself. But… do I have to tell you about each time I masturbate? I like to pull up my skirt and cum at my desk, like I said. I do it a lot now that I have permission. So long as other people aren’t right there next to me, I’m not very discreet about it anymore. I like to expose myself. I like to see my bare pussy in public places. It makes me tingle all over. So I stroke and diddle till I drip during the day. Or at home… I’ll cum sitting at the kitchen table while Shelby is in the other room watching TV. Or… I mean there are so many places I do it now. I leave juice behind almost everywhere I go.’
She looked meek and submissive. ‘I don’t always tell you about cumming like that at work. Should I?’
‘You have permission to cum wherever and wherever you can make it happen. But when you’re at work I want you to send me a note like our contract says you must do. Better yet, show me your sex in a photo, so I can see what you’ve done. Tell me where you are. That way I can keep track.’
‘Yes Sir, I will. Each time, afterwards. And a quick pic. Got it, thank you for the reminder.’ She made a mental note. But I was puzzled. The task of reporting to me had been written into the contract. We had gone over it many time. But she had been cumming at the office without telling me. Without me knowing. Keeping such things to herself was not a good sign of the healthy relationship that needed to form between us.
‘As for the feelings I get from it… oh my god, William…Sir.’ She looked at me with wonder. ‘You really do know this stuff. Just like you predicted, it’s another reason I’m becoming a different woman.’ She held out her cup for a cider refill. Sipping at it, she said, ‘I’m sure it’s the reason I feel so needy too. My cumming is just…’ she looked away searching for words, ‘mind bending. That’s all I can think to say. It’s become a full body thing. And a full mind thing. It fills me up head to toe like that. After a month with you, the cumming happens quicker and harder. It takes me to some other place.’ Her eyes were wide, recalling the sensations. ‘Every time.’
She held the cup in both hands; they were gently trembling. ‘When I used to have sex with my ex, every now and then… on rare occasions, as they say,’ she smiled, ‘I would lose myself in cumming over and over—usually riding his cock—and my mind would go blank. I would be fucking him, my hips grinding, my hands on his chest, but I would be somewhere else. I would go into this place that was full of colors and moving shapes. I would float there with my eyes closed, not a care in the world, calling out every cum-surge. It seemed that the spasms were taking me up in the air. The more orgasms I had or the harder I came, I would go higher. Not ‘high’ like I was smoking weed or anything… but feeling, I don’t know… elevated. Expanded, that’s what I mean. Like I was larger than normal and able to feel or sense things…know things… I usually wouldn’t see. …Couldn’t see… Cause I’m not normally high like that. Expanded, I mean. But that’s the way I feel now almost every time I cum.’
‘And,’ she continued, ‘the cumming lasts longer now. The waves keep going. I was in the ladies locker room at work the other day, masturbating and taking snaps to finish my afternoon assignment. When I finally came, I just lay back on the bench, my dress up and legs apart. I was like that for maybe five minutes while the cumming kept happening. My eyes were closed and I was floating, the waves running back and forth, head to toe. I finally had to pull myself up before someone came into the room. And at night? Watching porn and masturbating? I’m not even there for those two hours. Plus, oh my god William… Sir… knowing people are watching me?—I’m sure they are now, based on lights that go on or off across the way. Those people are probably masturbating too, looking at me. It’s why I stand in the window now; I want them to cum looking at me. Like Adele and that guy, fucking because of me… Oh my god… it’s all so hot! I just explode, cumming that way. I drench myself. And the bed. My laundry bill has shot way up!’ she laughed.
But then with a frown, ‘It’s happening every time I come now. Every time.’ Her lips were pressed together tight. ‘Does this sound crazy?’
Here was another teaching moment. ‘Cumming that keeps going…’ I replied, ‘that doesn’t end quickly like it used to, is called an open channel orgasm. You’re learning to relax into it and entirely let go, to loosen up so the orgasm takes you completely. You’re giving yourself permission to just… open up to it.’ I waved my arms in the air. ‘Then… floating there, It’s like you’re outside yourself while the cumming happens,’ I suggested. ‘The sensations are so intense they put you into a kind of trance. You feel your body but you’re consciousness is not really there. You float, ride the waves. Your senses expand. You feel part of something larger. Like being connected to things at a higher level.’
I left off, not wanting to plant too many ideas ahead of even stronger experiences she would soon be having.
Allison teared up. ‘Yes… When I cum now, I’m me… but I’m not really there. I go to that larger place you’re talking about. Every orgasm is like that, lasting forever and sending me to that place. And when I come back… come down… I have all this energy! And my mind is clear. I see and feel things I never understood before.’ She ran her hands along her torso. ‘So… my body, my mind, is totally geared up for cumming these days. I’m wired for it, to use your words.’ She was fiddling with her clit again and grinning shyly. ‘Becoming a sex slave, it’s hard to keep my hands off of myself!’
We both laughed at that. …A couple of times.
‘Allison, that’s another good sign. We want your hands on your body. We want to see you touching yourself, caressing your breasts and your sex. Absent mindedly touching your own skin reminds us there’s pleasure to be had anywhere, all the time. So yes, let your hands run across your body. Let people see you do it. Teach yourself to caress your breasts and belly with other people nearby. Around town. When you are with your friends. Even at work. Do it casually, so it appears natural. It’s just something you do without thinking about it. Take a deep breath and caress your breasts and nipples. Run them up high between your thighs like it was nothing. Not so you’re exposing yourself but like you were just stretching, relaxing. Pleasure is just a hand’s length away, you’re showing us. Teach yourself to touch your body with other people watching. Can you do that?’
‘That sounds super exciting. Yes, Sir. I’ll start doing that too.’ She ran her hands along the insides of her thighs, flexing her knees. She pulled at her nipples.
‘William,’ she mused, ‘my whole life is about sex now. But that’s the way it should be, isn’t it? Sex and pleasure and … the power that’s in it? My whole life. Every moment. I mean, even my dreams are about sex. Isn’t that what you’re teaching me?’
‘You are getting this in theory,’ I agreed. ‘And experiencing some of the sensations. But the practice needs to be made perfect. Here, let me show you something.’
I took the cider cup away. ‘Show me what?’ she asked.
‘Look at how you are sitting. See yourself through my eyes. Look at what I am seeing while you talk about these exciting things.’
Allison blinked a couple of times, turning her head side to side, looking down at her torso laid back against a corner of the couch, knees parted in my direction.
‘I’m naked.’ she observed. ‘Is that what you mean? ‘Cept for my socks. Should I take them off?’
‘Notice how the shawl is draped,’ I told her.
She looked down again. The soft wool was covering most of her breasts. The tasseled ends lay in her lap, covering most of her sex.
‘Are you warm here, in the house?’ I asked. ‘With the heat on, the fireplace burning and a wool scarf at your shoulders?’
‘Yes Sir.’
‘I gave you a shawl in case there’s a chill… But it’s covering up most of your beautiful body. I can’t see your breasts or your pussy. Nobody could if they were in the room with us here. Do you need to do that? Cover up? To keep warm? While we talk?’
She made a face. ‘No, not at all. Wow, I’m not really naked, am I? When I should be. When I want to be naked, especially with you. That was a totally unconscious thing I did. Covering up…’
She shoved the scarf aside. ‘I want them to see my body. Anybody who wants to look!’
Instead of taking the wrap away, I reached over and adjusted the cloth so it drooped from behind her neck, its weight draped at her shoulders with the ends falling along the outsides of her arms. I pulled the ends up, underneath her elbows so they crisscrossed at her midsection. I lay the ends across her thighs. That way, though most of her body was covered by the wide woolen band, both her breasts and her smoothly shaven labia were now in full view. I could touch… Or just sit back and enjoy the beautiful view.
‘This way you are on display, as it’s called, even though you’re partially covered. Remember how we practiced being on display at the British Banker’s Club? Just like there, I want see your breasts and nipples and your bare sex. Whether in private or in public. I want to be able to see and touch you anywhere, anytime. It’s what everyone, everywhere wants especially from a beautiful woman such as you. As a lifestyle submissive you are expected to be naked or barely dressed. Naked, barely dressed, showing, sharing and serving. With your Sir’s permission.’
She contemplated words she had heard on a half dozen occasions.
‘It’s an unconscious thing, covering up. Despite all you’ve taught me over the past few weeks I’m still stuck in the old ways.’
I nodded. ‘All women have been programed to cover up,’ I said… subtly reprogramming her.
She repeated herself, ‘All the things I am enjoying, the things I described to you, have come from your training. They’ve come because I decided to live an entirely different kind of life.’
‘What’s this new life all about?’ I asked her, building on the teaching moment.
‘Bottom line?’
‘My power,’ she said. ‘My real power as a woman. As an intelligent, creative, beautiful, sexual female.’
‘There’s this quote from Oscar Wilde. He wrote that everything is about sex except sex. Sex is about power. he said. But the full meaning of what he wrote is illusive. He probably thought about sex as a source of power over people. One partner dominates the other during sex. He didn’t realize that women are the source of sexual power for everyone. Period. It begins with your biology, of course–the power to bring new life into the world. But it goes beyond that. Sex elevates you to a different mental and spiritual state. That gives you power in ways very few people understand. There’s magic to it–creativity at the quantum level. And there’s the ability to heal. That leads to the practical consideration of learning to share your power with others. That happens via sex, your pleasure.’
‘You’re beginning to understand some of these things. Just imagine what it will be like when the last vestiges of covering up your sexuality… hiding your body… engaging in substandard sex… downplaying your beauty… have all gone away. Imagine the power in that.’
She teared up again. ‘Sir…’ she began. ‘I don’t downplay things now. I desperately try to accept myself as smart, beautiful and desirable. And substandard sex? That’s all I’ve ever known till… Till you gave me permissions. Till Adele and I…’
‘Became lovers?’ I prodded.
The tears ran down Allison’s cheeks. She seemed uncomfortable with my allegation. ‘Is that a bad thing Sir? To be having sex with my daughter’s best friend’s mother?’
‘Not at all,’ I said soothingly, holding back a chuckle. ‘It’s one of the reasons I’ve worked so hard to bring her into the fold. I know you care for each other. I want you to be together.’ I looked at her intently. ‘How often does it happen now? Sex between you two?’
She wiped at a damp cheek. ‘It’s been happening more. Like… twice this week. Three times last week. She comes to my place. Shelby and I go to hers. Our daughters are in one room and Adele and I are in the other.’ She sniffled and wiped at her nose. ‘Sir… you and I are not… I mean, we can’t…’ A little sob escaped her.
‘I know,’ I said. ‘We haven’t had sex even after a month of daytime Sir and sub.’ I handed her a small paper napkin for her nose and cheeks. ‘The rules have gotten in the way. Seems unfair, doesn’t it, considering all the progress you’ve been making.’
‘Yes.’ She blew her nose. ‘It feels incomplete. Adele makes me cum. She calls me to her and I make her cum. But you and I…’ She snuffled again. ‘I mean, Sir, Adele told me about the amazing night she had with you this week. She is completely and totally sure she will never be the same for it. After you sent her home the other day, back to my place, I mean, all she wanted to do was talk about you.’
Shifting the conversation, I said, ‘We have plotted, you know. Adele and I. We have made plans for you.’
Allison shook her head and looked up sideways. She wiped at her eyes as her face flashed into a half-smile. ‘You what..?’
‘If she asks for a full time contract with me—and if I think she’s ready—we have decided we will both contract with you at the same time. She’s a switch, you know. She likes to dominate other women. We’ve talked, and we both want to own you.’
I paused for effect. ‘Any idea what that will mean?’
‘Yesss..?’ Allison half murmured, pondering my words. Then she sat up straight.
‘Well, maybe not. I’m already mainlining sex, it seems. I’m oozing over the idea of service to you. So, you’re saying I will get a double dose? Like… I’ll be taking two addictive drugs at the same time—you and her?’
‘We are going to turn you inside out, Allison. So fast and furious, you won’t know what to do.’
She began to tremble again, but this time all over.
‘Sir…’ she cried. ‘I don’t know what to do with myself as things are now!’ She wiped at her wet cheeks, slipping from the edge of the couch to the carpeted floor. She grabbed at my legs, hugging them.
‘I’m trying to tell you this, Sir. It feels like my life has nearly gotten out of control. I am naked or nearly so almost all the time during the work day. You don’t think I am but that’s the way it feels. I am teasing people the way I dress now, with my breasts and nipples, with bare thighs and hints of my pussy and bare ass. I’m doing it all the time, every day! I am cumming for you too, three times a day or more. And taking off my clothes when you tell me to. Like in your office… Cumming for you there or swallowing your cum… Sending you naked pics from all across the company grounds… And, oh my god Sir… th e other things I’m doing, like you just heard… I am cumming everywhere I go around town. In shopping malls, movie theaters, bathrooms, libraries… even waiting for takeout if I can get away with it! I almost did it for the pizza guy the other night at my apartment door! I swear I would have too if Shelby hadn’t been nearby. And at bedtime, the cum sessions with me naked and the lights on and the windows uncovered… with people watching me fuck myself to all those videos of other women getting tied up and tortured and used hard… Not by just one guy or girl or couple, but… like, dozens of people using women like that! One after another! They go on for hours, those people fucking some poor girl.’ She sobbed deeply. ‘I want that too! With you! Or while you watch other people do me! You say I should just invite some guys to come over… But it wouldn’t feel right, fucking them, till you and I have been together first. I want you Sir. I want it all with you.’
I leaned over to hug her but she pulled away, still holding my legs. …Causing me to frown this time.
She looked up from the floor. ‘My cumming, my orgasms… I can’t get enough, Sir! Can you imagine what that feels like? Really? It’s like starving. It’s like thirsting. It’s like being on drugs. I can’t get enough for gods’ sake! I am addicted to sex! You told me it would be like this, feel this way. But now I wonder if that was that an invitation or a warning? Addicted to cumming, are you kidding? What woman wouldn’t want that? Only now that it’s happened and I am like Adele, completely and totally sure my life will never be the same, I’m begging you Sir…’ she bawled.
‘Begging me for what, Allison?’
‘Begging you to take me full time… Please! So I belong to you twenty four seven, every day and night, at work and at home… Where you control every part of my sexuality. All of it. All of me.’ She looked up, hand at her mouth. ‘And you or your friends are using me… Please! At my place, out in the world, I don’t care where. In your living room, your kitchen, your dungeon with all the whips and benches and torture tools and soundproof walls so people can’t hear me when somebody makes me SCREAM…’ sobbing loudly now… ‘And in your bedroom, Sir. With the nice marble bathtub and cushy bed Adele described… Where I take your cum in all three of my…’
‘Cups,’ I cut in. ‘Your three cups.’
She was winding down a bit. …’So you are reclaiming meee…’ she softly sobbed. ‘So I sleep with your cum inside me. Mixed with all the rest if other guys have fucked me too.’ She laid her head against my thigh. ‘That’s what I am begging for,’ she mumbled. ‘I want what Adele has already had. I want it all the time.’
I stroked her neck and hair, her shoulders. I stroked up and down her naked spine.
Till gooseflesh rose.
Aside from Allison’s quiet sobs, the only sound was the pop of burning firewood.
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