We were meeting His boss for lunch. The office building towered above us like a giant glass monster as we got out of the car. I had no idea why I had been invited, or exactly at whose request, but there I was, standing on the sidewalk, looking up forty stories, a death grip on His hand.
"Come, My sweet, nothing to be nervous about." Master's fingers squeezed mine and He took the first step forward, pulling me along in His wake.
Inside the building, the walls were lined with mirrors. I could see nearly every visible inch of myself from any given direction. There was a guard seated in the center of the lobby surrounded by a circular desk. He acknowledged U/us with a nod and a smile, obviously recognizing my Companion. His eyes traveled appreciatively over my body, covered in leather from shoulders to ankles, my sandaled feet with whore-red polished toenails. I couldn't help but blush and continue towards the elevators.
"Did you enjoy his eyes watching you, pet?" Master whispered quietly as He pressed the 'Up' button on the wall.
Again, I blushed. I knew He liked both men and women to notice me, to watch me, to want me, but I had never been asked to comment on what I thought about it.
"I don't know. I felt rather odd, I think. You see him everyday and well…"
The elevator doors opened just then and we stepped into the car. It too, was covered in mirrors with a handrail wrapping around in the middle. There was a slight tensing in my body and I hoped that He hadn't noticed. Before the doors could close behind us, my Master's voice rang out, loud and clear, and I knew the security guard heard the words. "Unzip the dress. Now." I also knew, looking up into Master's mischievous face that that is exactly what He'd intended.
I gathered my courage. It didn't matter that we were in an elevator in a full office building. It didn't matter that it could stop on any floor on the way up and other people that knew Him could get in the car with us. Nothing else mattered at all. I had no choice. My uncertain look and even more uncertain thoughts meant nothing. I had been given an order, and I was to do no more than obey.
"Yes, Master," I said in acknowledgement.
The dress I wore zipped up the front, with the zipper coming to stop just below my knees. From there to my ankles was nothing more than a front slit in the leather that opened and parted everytime I walked. The sleeves were long with zippers at the wrists. The front of the bodice was tight against my full breasts and fitted with underwire so that a separate bra was unnecessary. The neckline was low, the top of the zipper coming to rest right in the center of my chest.
It was truly a scandalous dress, but one that I loved dearly. It was my Master's favorite, designed, and made to His specifications.
I started unzipping before the elevator doors closed behind us. Master reached out and pulled the leather open. I was completely naked underneath, never allowed to wear panties.
"Don't," He said softly, but strongly when I started to unzip the sleeves. I couldn't get the leather off around my hand unless the wrist zippers were open.
"But, Master…" The words died in my throat when He looked down into my eyes. He was already unfastening His pants. My eyes widened when He pressed the 'R' button on the control panel for the rooftop. The elevator car jolted then started to ascend. He laughed harshly at my anxious look.
"Come, sweet pet, I want to fuck," He growled as He pulled me close. His arms snaked around my waist inside the dress and His hands dipped down over my ass to lift me. I was placed against the glass wall of the car and my bottom ass rested on the handrail. I could look over His shoulder and to the side and see us from all angles. His cock entered me in one swift thrust. He pulled out, bent His knees, and thrust in again, this time angling upwards. My hands tightened on His shoulders and His hands left my ass to grasp my legs, one of which was placed around His hip, the other bent at the knee and hooked by the heel of my sandal on the handrail.
His lips nibbled against my throat and up along the side of my ear. He began to sing softly, punctuating certain words with hard quick thrusts.
'Workin' like a dog for the boss man
Workin' for the company
I'm bettin' on the dice I'm tossin'
I'm gonna have a fantasy
But where am I gonna look
They tell me love is blind
I really need a girl like an open book
To read between the lines'
"Are you my fantasy, baby girl?" He asked. His hips pumped into me hard and piston like.
My eyes darted around the mirrors, my breath fogging the glass when my head turned to the side. I turned my head again, but this time to look at the control panel. Steadily, the car was climbing upwards. We were on the seventh floor…eighth…ninth…
'Love In An Elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
Love In an Elevator
Livin' it up till I hit the ground
"Look over to the wall and look down, pet…watch My cock fuck you."
I did as He bade me, mesmerized by the way His cock glistened with wetness each time He pulled out. We used mirrors often, or video cameras. He loved how I squirmed when I watched us either by reflection or by play back. There was something wicked about watching oneself having sex, hearing the moans, the words, the grunts, and the screams. In the mirror, eyes glazed and unfocused, as if watching from outside the body. Seeing the change in facial expressions, the sweat glinting on the bodies, the reaction of nipples, cock, and cunt all at the moment of touch, of hardening, of penetration.
It was decadent.
And I watched the buttons light up as we passed the floors; eighteenth, nineteenth, twenty.
'Jackie's in the elevator
Lingerie second floor
