Office Girl Allison Ch. 14—Adele's Night Out, Part I
© William D'Ark 2022
This story is considered Not Suitable for Work and meant for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains graphic language as well as numerous sexually explicit scenes and images related to power exchange and exhibitionist-voyeur relationships, including bondage, discipline and sadomasochistic (BDSM) lifestyles that may be considered offensive by some readers. All sexual and/or BDSM activity depicted in this work is presented as 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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(William Narrating)
Adele had positioned herself nicely in the three way association she envisioned between herself, Allison and me, working together in our California based office. I didn't understand the details till later, but she had imagined serving me even before learning about the exhilarating dominant-submissive bond Allison and I had formed earlier that fall.
Bad experiences with the men in Adele's life - in particular her father and ex-husband—caused her to look for ways of restoring the personal power stripped away by their neglect and abuse. As many women will unconsciously do, Adele sought to overcome the after effects of mistreatment by looking for 'something new' to distract from, if not heal the trauma she had experienced. Women deserve opportunities to turn abandonment, shame, abuse and violence into empowering experiences, bringing about badly needed emotional, physical and psychological comfort. In Adele's case, I knew from experience that a power exchange lifestyle can do just that...if she could, over time,
voluntarily
surrender control and authority to someone trusted, supportive and skilled in power exchange dynamics. This could give her the self-understanding, the self-assurance she was instinctively seeking.
At first, her desire to explore the four pillars of BDSM—bondage, discipline and sadomasochism, commingled with an incessant stream of erotic, orgasmic sex—must have been little more than an exciting alternative to the dull emotionless routine she felt trapped in. But as she began to explore these things at my hand, gradually convincing me we would make it work for the long term, I was determined to show her the bigger picture.
So Adele, Allison and I settled into a tiered, three way power exchange relationship. Allison was the daytime submissive serving me at work. After-hours she became a nighttime service girl for Adele, who, it turned out, was a latent lifestyle
switch
... Meaning Adele's persona was strong and flexible enough to submit to a dependable dom, yet she could dominate a second-level submissive as circumstances...and emotions...allowed. She became a Beta in the hierarchy we devised, with Allison as the Gamma—an intelligent, tactful, goal-oriented sub serving both me and Adele during different phases of the day.
We kept her very, very busy.
Adele also served me during office hours, just like Allison. I had the benefit of training them both, at the same time, in proper lifestyle dress and power exchange behaviors. In exchange I received their periodic services during the day. Discreetly, of course.
Other people in the office also benefitted from the mannerisms these women were adopting. Not to the same degree as I was, but Allison and Adele's growing commitment to sensuality, BDSM service and intense sexual energy—brought to every work-related activity—tightened the interpersonal connections enjoyed by all of my immediate reports, if not the larger department we were part of.
Discreetly.
You might wonder if sex was occurring between the two girls and other office staff. No. Such a thing was strictly forbidden; it would have complicated things exponentially and put us all at risk. But my other direct reports, three smart, insightful men, had frequent opportunities to enjoy every aspect of the girl's lovely bodies, not to mention the increasingly intimate behavior they engaged in together. ...Which was something I
did
encourage as long as the women were...yes, discrete...and other staff saw nothing objectionable.
This required careful attention to detail but was an exciting labor.
It took several private meetings between Adele and me, including two harsh punishments—on the same evening as it turned out—before I felt confident enough to offer her a lifestyle contract.
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(Adele narrating)
William taught me one simple fact, a fundamental principle he called it, before offering me a contract.
I learned that my body did not belong to me.
I had always thought it
should.
I mean, it's my body, God given and all. I've shared it with lots of people since... well, since I was young... but I've always taken it back afterwards. Given it a good hot shower and soapy scrub then felt better about myself. Each time I would look ahead hoping to find another person who could use me better, as William would say, and maybe make it a long term thing too.
William helped me see the truth about my body. It belongs to a lifestyle Sir. Whoever that long term dom would turn out to be, I belonged to him entirely. That Sir would decide what's best for it, my body. I began to accept and understand what that meant. It's how I am wired, as William taught, especially after growing up under my real daddy's heavy hand. It was that hand that led me to say yes to everything my ex wanted after I left home. Because I had grown up scared of daddy, I let my ex use me... often
nonconsensually...
for the six years we were together. William showed me that I was in a self-destructive pattern I didn't know how to break out of it. Or what to replace it with.
...Even though I liked some of what my ex did to me. Daddy too, for that matter. Those things
were
consensual I just didn't know how to tell the difference and my ex didn't care to find out how I was feeling or what I liked and didn't like during all the times he put me out there for other people to see while he and other men tormented and fucked me, letting lots more people watch or participate if they wanted to or take pictures of me doing all sorts of strange embarrassing and maybe illegal things Roman and his friends made me do. Like the homeless guys... The drug dealers... The guys that brought those big... ...fuck, never mind...
I mean,
Jesus...
How could I...
Sorry... I'm no cry baby talking about this stuff. It's just that I let... I mean, other people wanted...
...Fuck.
My past till now... What a mess.
Before my daughter came along and I decided to figure things out.
So in the private sessions William arranged for me at his place—before Allison had been there if I recall—he...
He took me apart and put me back together again is the simple story. I mean it. There's no other way to explain what happened. I thought I understood how my body worked... What I liked in terms of sex, stimulation, challenge, rewards... How I thought a relationship should develop and grow.
Looking back on it, I went to him
so green...
Rebellious, really. I went there to, you know,
surrender.
But he wasn't gonna make me do it, not till I was ready. It felt like a tug of war and I wonder how he had the patience to deal with me.
