The Parking Lot
© William D'Ark 2022
This work is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains graphic language and numerous sexually explicit scenes related to bondage, discipline, and sado-masochistic (BDSM) lifestyles, as well as exhibitionist-voyeur and power exchange relationships which may be considered offensive by some readers. All depicted sexual and/or BDSM activity in this work is considered expressly consensual between adults. All characters and events are entirely fictional and any similarity to real persons living or dead is coincidental.
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The afternoon of the Holiday party, Allison was wearing a Fifties style, Christmas-red, A-line mini dress. Made from a lightweight silk crepe, it had puff sleeves and a sophisticated-looking shawl collar. The collar framed a V-shaped bodice below which five snow-white buttons fastened the dress's side panels. Tiny, black, paisley-shaped amoebae swam across the entire semi-sheer fabric. Generous cleavage appeared where the top button pinched the V'd neckline. Her ample breasts were supported by a bra I had not yet seen but that Allison assured me I would like. The dress was unlined, meaning it was just see-through enough to invite scrutiny. She wore white wrap around sandals with three inch wooden heels. The dress's hem was oh-so-short (recall she loved to tease with those long, well-shaped legs), flaring below the fifth button
just enough
to draw one's gaze smack between her thighs. Hoping to catch a glimpse of...
Yes, that.
But I was unsure if Allison had remembered an absolutely inviolate rule... Panties were forbidden unless she had been given permission beforehand to wear them. I had received no such request. Which is why I asked for a second time as we pulled into a parking space at the Stanford Park Inn...
'Let me see.'
The sentence wasn't phrased as an ask, as you can tell. Even spoken gently it was a command. It was a test. On this, our first time together as contract Dominant and submissive.
Allison didn't speak. She knew that 'seeing' meant she could have given me a quick peek under the skirt and that was all. I would have been satisfied considering our new situation. But beginning with the topmost, quarter-sized button, she slowly unfastened all five of them there in the car, in the parking lot, beneath hazy orange mercury vapor lamps. Her eyes never left mine until the final button slipped away.
Then her gaze dropped to the Acura floor as she parted the side panels. And her knees.
Showing me a very sheer, hot-pink, bra-and-panties set.
The lingerie was in the same color range as the dress. It was a nice presentation. But it was not according to our contract requirements. The panties...
Only one thing should have covered any part of that magnificent body - the very sheer Christmas-pink bra.
Breast coverings were allowed in our rule book because we had to satisfy the company dress code. But I insisted that they be the right kind of covering. I emphasized sheer light weight fabrics even though Allison's heavy round breasts sometimes demanded underwire support. I wanted the shape of a nipple to present itself through her clothes. Depending on the kind of top she had chosen, I also wanted to see a hint of areola or nipple color. Therefore breast coverings had to be airy and near-transparent.
The company dress code called for breast restraints without specifying what they had to accomplish or look like. Lots of wiggle room there; sheer bras, open cup or shelf bras, bandeaus, camisoles... All we really had to do was pass Anna's muster. Anna, if you recall, managed the department's support staff. She was a friendly, rotund Latina and mother of three. Catholic. Conservative. Efficient and determined. I both respected and admired her. But if Anna heard any complaints she would come to me first.
Panties, on the other hand, were not spelled out in the dress code. 'Appropriate underwear' was all that had been written. Good thing too. Except for that first evening, we violated the rule almost every day. I was a no panties unless absolutely necessary kind of dom. Wearing them was negotiated on an as needed basis. They became 'appropriate dress' in that way only.
Allison knew this. The night of the fall munch she had learned about the rule and seen examples. I had explained what was expected and why. Rather than be dissuaded about the prospect of putting her bare sex on display, she had happily gifted me everything that lay between those shapely legs.
But the formal rule was just barely in play now. The ink was still not dry on our new contract.
Nonetheless, frustration got the best of me there in the car. 'You're wearing panties,' I said. I didn't ask why because her answer didn't matter.
'Don't you like them William?' she replied, deflecting my accusation. 'Sir, I mean. There's hardly anything to them. You can see
every
thing.' She ran hands across her tightly wrapped vulva. I wanted that vulva to be unwrapped for easy viewing.
A car passed behind us, looking for a parking slot. Allison leaned back into the crevice between the car seat and door frame. She didn't try to cover up.
'Besides,' she continued. 'I thought you might enjoy taking them off of me.' She bit her lower lip while tickling the constricted labia. 'To mark the moment, you know? Our first time together since signing the contract... This is an office party, right? Work time. I'm yours to do with as you please.' She reached up and gripped a pinkish, fabric-covered nipple, twisting it so hard it swelled in her hand. Before my eyes.
The bra was perfect in that regard. Hard nipples would show.
I smiled. She had planned all this out. It was a beautiful game and she was right, it did mark the transition from old ways to new. I would take those panties from her soon enough.
But not just now.
I opened the Acura console and reached inside. I lifted up a thigh belt that had been in my toy bag the night before.
'Know what this is?' I asked.
'No...' she replied. Her eyes focused on an instrument of that night's pleasure-pain. Well... not pain, exactly. Tension. Pleasure-tension, let's say.
'It's a thigh harness.'
'I wear this around my leg? What are the rings for?'
'The rings are for later. Concentrate on wearing the belt for now.'
I reached over and slid my hand down the inner thigh closest to me. From the knee all the way to the panty line. Allison inhaled between pursed lips. My fingers must have felt good on all that bare flesh.
'It's meant to go here...' I said, tracing a circle high up on her thigh. 'I want you to put it on. Exactly where I showed you. Slip it around your leg and loop the tongue through the belt. Make it tight but not too tight. We don't want to cut off the blood flow. Tight enough so it won't slip.'
'Like this?' She did exactly as instructed.
'Good. Now fasten the buckle. Either on top or the outside. Not on the inside where it can chafe the other leg.'
She arranged it with the buckle atop her thigh.
'Now slip two fingers underneath it, each side of the buckle. Pull it all the way up. That's right, like that, all the way. So it won't show when you're sitting. Close your legs. Feel the edge of the belt against your pussy. Just touching the lip.'
'I feel it there,' she said.
'Good. Your first bondage experience. Some days you will wear one on each leg. The pressure will remind you of what you are - a contract
submissive
. Serving me. Pressed against your pussy, the belt will also keep your mind on sex. It gradually builds sensations that will make you want to cum.'
Allison's hands ran across her mons and breasts. 'I already want to cum, Sir.'
'Next...' I said, ignoring her, reaching into the console. I lifted up the jeweled anal plug. It took on a sunset colored gleam in the parking lot light.
Allison's eyes widened. Her mouth dropped open. She reached out and took it from me. 'A butt plug!' she exclaimed. 'I've always wanted one. Oh my god, William. Uh, Sir... Thank you so much!'
'Wet the plug with saliva first. Slips in easier that way.'
'This doesn't look like glass,' she said, rubbing the stone. 'Is it a real jewel? Do you want me to put it in now? Here?'
I smiled again. 'Yes and yes. Amethyst, the real thing. It conducts energy and will add to the sensations. But with
panties
in the way it's kind of hard to insert, isn't it? Even panties as pretty as these.'
She scowled and gave me a sideways grin. Then she looked into the distance. 'Sir, some people are coming.'
I turned my head to find a couple walking in our direction towards the hotel. They must have been in the car that passed by.
'Don't move,' I said, turning back to look at her. 'You are on display. Get used to the idea. If these people see you, they see you.'
Allison nodded, but her eyes remained wide open, following the couple as they got closer. 'Oh my god, they're right
here
,' she said, blushing.
The couple - mid thirties looking - walked past Allison's window without stopping. We overheard them as they passed.
'Did you see
that
?' the woman said.
'See what?' said her companion.
'My god, Frank, you need to open your
eyes.'
Allison and I both laughed.
'You got their evening off to a good start,' I joked.
Allison closed her eyes and breathed. Just breathed... 'I can't describe how that made me feel,' she said. 'When I cum at night in my bedroom I leave the curtains open. But I never know if people across the way are watching. This time I
knew it.
Oh my god...' She put her hand to her cheek, smiling.
'This is your future, dear,' I said. 'But wait, there's one more thing.' I reached into the console a third time.
I brought out a thin leather dog collar. Patent leather, glossy and water resistant. Elegant looking, even for being dog collarish.
'You won't wear this all the time. Only when I say so. But tonight marks our moment. If people ask you about it tell them it's a gift from a close friend. Put your hand there and ask them if they like it. That usually heads off other questions.'
I leaned in her direction. 'Slip your arms out of the dress first. Let me unfasten your bra. I want to see
.'
Allison's face turned the same color as her dress. 'Sir...' she quietly replied... Looking out the car windows, she sat up to pull one arm through one puff sleeve, then the other. She leaned forwards so I could release the hook-and-eye. Her breasts burst from the cups, seemingly happy to be free. One of them brushed against my arm. It was the first time we had touched in that way. I felt an electric current.
Allison sat up straight in the car seat presenting those heavy round breasts for my approval. I stroked the smooth skin. I bent over, lifting one and sucking on the long nipple. My teeth scraped against its thick nubby flesh. A hint of moisture met my tongue. Was she lactating?
Lifting my head I found Allison's eyes had closed. A flush was still in her cheeks. 'It's been soo long...' she said dreamily.
Then she leaned forward again, closer. The breasts swayed. 'Please put this on me,' she whispered, handing over the collar and bowing her head.
Two more cars passed from behind. Our office party was about to begin. I smiled to myself.
If they only had a clue...
I reached around Allison's neck and brought the collar to bear.
