Hers to Command
by
Karin Williams
A Hard Case Dyke eBook
Smashwords Edition
2012
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Chapter One
I am an exhibitionist.
I like to be naked or nearly naked outside or in public places. I get scared shitless if I think I am going to be caught, but I put myself in situations where I could be caught. I think it is the thrill of knowing that someone could see me that makes me keep doing it. It also sexually arouses me in a way I cannot describe. I may protest on the outside, but it’s a cover for the desire I feel inside—a desire I am sometimes ashamed of.
It all began back in high school, my senior year. I was barely eighteen; was a snotty little girl, always making smart-ass remarks and pissing people off.
One night my girlfriends had too much and started me on the road to where I now am.
Couldn’t let a dare go by without at least attempting to do it. I wasn’t wild or anything, just slightly crazy, and willing to step outside the norms of society. The more off-center and daring, the more I wanted to do the dare.
Maybe I was just bored.
At times in the past I had let my friends convince me to do things, that on reflection, if I had thought at all, I would have never done. Once, driving down the highway to a concert, they convinced me to remove my clothes and flash my boobs and butt to passing truckers. I could have just pulled up my top and tugged my jeans down to do it, but they dared me to go naked, so I did.
I am not a beautiful woman—not a plain woman, and not like a model or actress you see on TV. I look good enough but I wouldn’t have a millionaire stop me in the street and whisk me off to Paris for romance and marriage. Not that I want that, unless the millionaire was a woman.
Height: 5’7”.
Weight: varies between 120 and perhaps 130 pounds.
Hair: shoulder length blonde.
Chest: I do not have large breasts; I wear a B-cup. I have never considered plastic surgery. My small breasts are round-shaped and fine by me. I have pink aureoles and my nipples are large; they seem erect even when they are not and are quite prominent when they are erect.
Body: hips are not wide; nor is my bottom large—it is shapely, perhaps because I ran track in high school and still run regularly. My legs are muscular, especially my calves, from running.
My
pubic hair is not blonde so some might say I’m not a “true”
blonde.
I’m not a beauty, but I have taken care of myself and probably look
good naked. I am like most women, though, gay or not—no matter
what, there is always something
wrong with our bodies. I find fat on me where there probably really
isn’t. Or maybe there is. The reality is this:
I am not perfect.
But who is?
Just keep in mind: for most of the story I’m about to tell, I am naked, always naked, so the body I just described is always in the frame of things.
.***
My friends were pretty bad to me.
They called me “slut” whenever we were together.
Take, for instance, that time I flashed the truckers on the road. There were four of us in a car and I was in back. When I removed something, like panties or bra, they made sure it got handed to one of the girls in the front seat. Since I was in the back, I ended up without my clothes until they were ready to return the. I really didn’t think about it, I got dared and just did it. I didn’t realize how much of me would show when I backed my ass up to the car window. After they had watched me do this several times, one of my friends had me get on my hands and knees and used a cosmetic mirror to show me what the truckers could see. I turned bright red when I saw that not only did my ass show, but my pussy lips too.
After I got over my embarrassment, I realized that I was somewhat excited about it all, showing my ass and pussy out the window, having complete strangers view my intimate parts.
I was the only one who did this. Because of that, I was the one who received the dares in the future. The feeling of being naked in that car and letting strangers see my body was arousing and embarrassing at the same time.
The feeling of being naked and my friends having all my clothes was exhilarating and hot.
Knowing that I wasn’t going to be able to dress until they let me was scary and sexy. And—it wasn’t bad in my mind because no one who saw me knew who I was.
I was simply an anonymous pair of tits, pubic hair, and an ass.
Was excited enough that when they dared me to continue, I did; must have done it five more times before I begged them to give me back my clothes. They teased me until I almost started to think they weren’t going to let me get dressed and I almost started to cry. Finally they gave them back to me, one piece at a time, my shoes and socks first.
Another time, while we were all in swimming class in the evening, they dared me to remove my swimsuit and stay in the pool until everyone had left. Then I was to get out of the pool, make my way to the locker room, dress and leave. This time they pulled a rather bad joke on me.
Was in the pool, excited and scared. One of my friends stayed with me until everyone had left. Then I struggled out of my suit, handed it to her and watched her slip out of the pool and into the locker room.
Was buck naked and all alone.
Was very nervous even though I was excited, and horny.
Watched her leave with my suit, thinking that I would be able to get a towel to cover up when I got out. I had forgotten about the janitors.
Was about to get out of the pool and the two janitors came in. I slipped back down, hiding by the edge of the pool. They turned the lights off over the pool, plunging at least that part of the cavernous room into darkness, but left the other lights on as they went about their duties.
Found out later that their duties were mostly to pick up towels and any other mess. I was shaking in the water, no way to cover myself as I listened to them clump around and talking.
I was scared to death about being found; was in the deep end of the pool, hanging onto the gutter lip, shaking. Every sound those two janitors made almost caused me to jump or splash.
Was so afraid that I was going to make a noise that they would investigate and find me.
There
was two times that I had to go under water when they came to the
shallow end of the pool to pick up towels. The worst part of the
entire time was that the pool had lights shining up from the bottom
that didn’t turn off when the lights over the pool did. I could
look down and easily see that I was naked. The first time one of the
janitors went to the shallow end I almost peed; I was so scared he
would see me.
Finally
they left. Hung at the side of the pool for a while, waiting to make
sure they weren’t coming back. Got my nerve up and pulled myself up
and out of the pool. Stood, naked, for a few moments, listening and
looking about until I felt sure I was alone.
Even
in a dark, silent room, you can hear and see things that aren’t
there. My heart was beating so fast it was unbelievable. I was
starting to get cold before I could make myself move towards the door
to the locker rooms.
Cautiously,
I opened the door a crack, making sure it was still dark and quiet.
Stood there for what seemed an eternity, listening, then slowly crept
into the locker room and hunted until I found a towel that I could
dry myself with.
Went to my locker and found the joke my friends had played on me. My clothes were gone! The little shits had taken all my clothes with them, including my shoes.
Went
back and found the towels and wrapped one around myself, after I had
gotten over the shock. It wasn’t a very big towel, none of them
were. Now I had to get out of the building with nothing to wear but
that towel and hope that they were waiting for me with my clothes.
Opened
the exit door and peeked out. No one was about and as fast as I could
I headed to the outside door. I opened it quietly and slipped out,
closing it as quietly as I could.
Darted through the puddle of light that was at the entrance.
Reached the shadows and crouched down and looked and sure enough, they were waiting for me in the parking lot.
Hurried over to the car and tried to open the door, but they had locked it.
Cursed them as I watched them laughing at me.
I
had to look a sight, wet hair, wearing a tiny towel. They let me
stand outside the car for a while. Then one opened a window.
“Drop
the towel and we’ll let you in, Karin.”
What the hell. Let
the towel fall to the ground and stood naked.
Stood
like that for a few seconds and then the car door opened and I jumped
in like a paratrooper into the abyss of night.
I said, “Give
me my clothes.”
One replied, “In
a few minutes.”
“Give
me my clothes now!”
Another sad, “Can’t,
they’re in the trunk.”
Started
to cry and they laughed at me as they drove me through town, naked in
the back seat. When they got close to my parent’s house, they
parked in a dark spot.
One got out and unlocked the trunk.
They made me get out and retrieve my clothes.
As I was starting to go back to the car to get dressed, the girl who had opened the trunk for me, dashed back, got in the car and they drove off, leaving me holding my clothes in my arms, buck naked, on the street.
Hurried off to the side and pulled on my top and pants, slipped my shoes on and ran to my home. Fortunately my parents, who were very conservative and religious, were asleep, so they wouldn’t ask me a million questions about what I did that night, which I was with, were any boys, etc.
My parents didn’t know that boys weren’t my thing. I preferred girls, and I was only starting to realize that. If I told my parents I was a lesbian, they would’ve died of heart attacks and grief, or kick me out claiming I was a minion of Satan, or stab me with a kitchen knife. They would react bad and I didn’t want to hurt them, I didn’t want to cause waves. This is why I got into the trouble with my boss Celeste later on, which I’ll get to soon.
Back to that night. Was pretty pissed off, I mean these were supposedly my friends, but after a few days it was funny in reflection.
What the hell. No one got hurt, especially me, and the adrenaline rush was cool, and the whole notion did turn me on.
This is why I kept doing this crazy-ass stuff.
Like the night four of us had gone to a drive-in theater and I was being my usual smart-ass self on the way and while we were there. I guess I was asking for it, my mouth running off. Finally one of my friends told me to shut up or she was going to make me shut up.
Of course I thought it was just her talking and ignored her. “Make me, bitch.” We were about two-thirds of the way back from the screen and there were cars all around us. I kept up my smart mouth and finally, after a couple more threats, she grabbed me (we were in the back seat) and pulled me over her knees. I started laughing which pissed her off more, so she smacked my ass a few times.
It didn’t hurt through my clothes that much and I smart mouthed her once again: “That all you got, bitch?”
That
really tore it.
She
pushed my head down between her legs, her left leg holding me down,
my butt in the air over her right knee. She reached under my waist
and fumbled at the button on my pants. She got it undone and yanked
the zipper down. Then she grabbed my pants in the back and started
yanking on them, pulling them down my butt.
I was helpless and started to kick and yell, but she ignored me. My two other friends in the front seat turned to see what was going on and the one holding me down told them to lend a hand.
Three sets of hands were at my pants. All the wiggling, kicking and screaming I was doing did nothing to keep my pants up.
Those pants were soon at my ankles, tangled up and held on by my shoes and socks. Was still squirming and trying to kick, but it did no good. I felt my shoes come off and then my socks. One of them told me to shut up or I was going to attract attention as my pants were pulled off one leg.
Took a deep breath to scream again and then thought of what I would look like if someone came by the car.
The scream died in my throat as the other pant leg slipped off me.
Was
telling them that this wasn’t funny and let me up. The only
response to that was something that made me start to cry.
Someone
had grabbed the waistband of my panties, and began to pull them down.
Was trying to get a hand on my panties to hold them on, but I
couldn’t get to it. Felt the fabric sliding over my ass and down my
legs.
Now I was in a panic and was blubbering so much they couldn’t understand me. My panties were down and I began sobbing as I felt them slip over my feet.
Was naked from the waist down.
Was embarrassed, my face hot, red.
Was begging them to stop and give me my pants back.
Was
ignored.
Felt
hands on my sides and she let my upper body loose, but the hands
grabbed me, pulling me up and against the back of the front seat.
Through my blurry, tear-filled eyes I could see other cars around us. Hunched down as much as I could. Felt around for my pants, thinking they would be on the floor, but I couldn’t feel anything but the two pairs of hands.
They grabbed the bottom of my tank top and began to pull it up. All three of them were laughing at me.
Tried to keep my top on, but they had me.
It wasn’t long before my top was over my bra.
They grabbed my arms and pulled them up and the girl in the back seat with me looked in my eyes. Knew I had lost. She took hold of my top and with my arms held up she pulled it over my head.
My friends in the front seat let go of my arms and yanked it off me. With only my bra on now I scrunched down as much as I could on the floor, but they grabbed me and pulled me up again.
Was still squirming around as I felt her reach behind me and feel for the catch on my bra. I began to blubber again, reaching back to try and protect the catch. Too late! The catch popped open and she pulled at the front of my bra. The straps held on my shoulders for a moment and then it was being pulled off me.
Tried to catch it, I really did, but she got it off me and tossed it into the front seat.
Tried to cover up and scrunch down when one of the front doors opened and the interior light came on.
I squeaked and huddled down even farther.
The
door slammed and the trunk popped open, and slammed shut. The door
opened again and then shut.
Her voice: “Sit
up on the seat.”
Looked
at her, horrified.
“I
mean it. Sit
up or I’ll push you out.”
Sat
up, knees clenched together and both arms over my chest.
“Move
your knees apart and sit on your hands.”
I
just stared at her until she leaned over and reached for the door
handle. I immediately opened my legs and my hands were under my butt.
I sat staring at her as she smiled and leaned back.
I said, “…want
my clothes.”
“Oh
shut up.
You’ve been a bitch all night and I for one I am tired of your
dirty stupid mouth. Shut up
and
watch
the movie.”
“But
I’m naked.”
“So?
If it will keep your mouth shut I’m all for it. Now shut
the fuck up
and give us some peace and fucking quiet.”
Huddled
back in the seat.
Now I was scared and embarrassed.
Could feel my nipples tightening up and even felt my pussy getting moist.
Was
getting excited because I was naked in a public place.
They
made me sit naked through the rest of the movies and all the way back
to town, which was Port Jervis in New York state. We were staying at
one of their parents’ houses. Their parents weren’t at home. When
they pulled into the driveway, they got out.
Me,
I huddled down because the interior lights came on again.
I said, “My
clothes, my
clothes.”
Was told: “Get
out.”
I
slipped out of the car, bending over to hide my naked body, covering
up with my hands and arms. Heard the trunk open and glanced over. Saw
my clothes picked up and they headed off to the house, leaving me
standing naked. Was in a daze until I realized they were leaving me
and then I squeaked again and dashed behind them, my butt jiggling
and boobs bouncing.
At
the door they made like they were going to leave me outside and I
started bawling.
Laughing, they let me inside, but still kept my clothes.
They
made me sit naked with them, grinning at me while I blushed and kept
my mouth shut.
Asked: “Learn
a lesson tonight?”
A mumble: “Yes.”
Asked: “Gonna
to be mouthy again, slut?”
A whisper: “No.”
Finally
they gave me my clothes and I hurriedly dressed.
My nipples never went down and I could feel the wetness between my legs.
I stayed wet all night long.
I was so horny.
Wanted
one of them to have sex with me but I hadn’t quite come out of the
closet yet about my sexuality.
That
was the first time that I had ever been naked in a public place. Even
though it wasn’t my idea and I had been terrorized, it excited me
like all hell, and I never told anyone how it affected me that way.
They would think I was a freak.
After
that, was a good girl for quite a while, not being a snotty bitch or
a smart-ass slut. But I couldn’t keep being good forever and I
think subconsciously I let my mouth go off on purpose.
This
time we were at a cabin and it just wasn’t the girls and me but a
few guys were there too. I started getting mouthy again, mostly
because I didn’t like the way these guys were looking at me—all
of us—knowing what they were thinking.
The pigs.
Was saying stuff, “So what’s it like when your buddy had his dick in your mouth?” or “what do you guys really do when you shower together in gym? C’mon, out with it! You faggots!”
The guys didn’t think this was funny.
“Smart-ass cunt,” one said.
My girlfriends were really an annoyed by my attitude I thought nothing of it. My mouth kept going until the three of them grabbed my arms and dragged me into the water.
Got pulled out to shoulder depth.
Looked at them my stomach dropped.
Started
babbling.
“No,
no, no, god no!”
The
guys were looking at us funny, expecting something.
Felt
hands at the clasp of my top and I began to struggle to get away. Two
of them held me and the third unhooked my top and I started to bawl
as she pulled it down my arms and off.
Was really struggling now, my voice cracking. Felt them lift me up and I looked at hands feeling for my bottoms.
My
legs were kicking, but in water they didn’t kick as hard or fast as
they would if we were on land.
Felt
her hands on my hips and then my bottoms were coming down.
Was crying as my vagina was exposed.
Stopped kicking and clamped my legs together to try and hold up my bottoms, but it was no use.
My bottoms came down and off.
As
soon as she had them off me, she waved them in the air and I was let
go. The three of them headed for shore with my swimsuit, leaving me
naked in the water.
The
guys were looking at the four of us strangely. My three friends
walked out of the water and dropped my suit on my towel. Their eyes
watched my suit hit my towel and then their eyes went to me, standing
shoulder deep in the water. With a whoop from all four of the guys,
they started running for the water.
I screamed and began to swim to shore as fast as I could. Of course I couldn’t beat them and had to endure these guys’ hands all over me until I got out of the water, bare-naked.
Ran for my towel, blushing and bawling.
Knew what a sight I had to be. Felt my ass jiggling as I ran with one arm over my boobs and the other clamped over my vagina.
Grabbed my towel and wrapped it around myself.
Humiliated, I ran for the cabin and hid in a bedroom, listening to them laughing at me.
Finally,
I dressed and rejoined them on the beach.
One
of my friends held up my suit.
“Lose
something, Karin?”
Everyone
laughed at me.
Even humiliated as I was, my nipples were erect and my pussy was seeping.
Tried to act normally, but every time I looked at one of the guys, I would blush.
My
girlfriends ragged on me about being a flasher and showing off for
the guys.
***
A few weeks later we were at a party and someone decided we should
play truth or dare. The game was going fine until it came to me. The
other girls decided that I could only take dares. There was going to
be no truth for me, just the truth that I was most likely going to be
humiliated again or I was going to have leave the party.
I
looked around the circle of my friends, both girls and guys. I felt
my nipples tighten again and I knew my pussy would be wet once more.
I blushed red again and sat, quietly waiting for my first dare.
My
stomach clenched as I looked around the circle of faces, all of them
grinning. I closed my eyes, shivering, and then opened them again.
The grins were even bigger.
One
of my friends looked at me.
“Go
in the next room, take off your top and pants and drop them in the
doorway. Then take off your underwear and toss them in here. Then you
can put your top and pants back on, in that order.”
I
looked at her, begging with my eyes, but there was no mercy there for
me. None appeared on anyone else’s faces either. I shivered again,
but I wasn’t going to let them get to me any more than they had
already. I stood on shaking legs and walked into the next room. I
hurriedly pulled off my shoes and then my pants and top. I dropped
them in the doorway. Then I unclasped my bra and slipped it off,
tossing it back into the room my friends were in. I yanked my panties
down and off and tossed them into the room. Then I bent and grabbed
my top, pulling it on. For a few moments I stood, naked from the
waist down, almost hoping someone would come through the doorway to
see my pussy hair and bare ass. They were giggling. I bent for my
pants and pulled them on, almost disappointed that no one came to
peek at me. Blushing hard I came back in, seeing my undies being
passed around by the guys. I gasped in shock, although I should have
known that would happen. I slowly walked back to my spot and sat,
blushing. Everyone knew that I didn’t have underwear on.
My
nipples were erect and poking out of my top. And all the guys were
intensely looking at them. The next few times my turn came they were
easy dares like kissing a guy for one minute or French kissing one. I
blushed with each one though, because they could feel my almost naked
boobs when I pressed against them to kiss them. They kept trying to
feel my boobs when they were kissing me. I knew this couldn’t
continue because my girlfriends were nasty to me. And they knew that
I was easy to browbeat. Each time my turn came I got extremely
nervous and I blushed before anything was said. Finally it came.
“How
bad do you want to keep playing?”
I
said nothing.
“If
you want to keep playing, take off your top.”
Looked
around the circle of grinning faces and I knew that I wanted to take
the dare, but I wasn’t sure I had the guts to do it. I hesitated,
looking at them one at a time.
“I
told you she wouldn’t.”
As
I heard that my hands went to the bottom of my top and lifted it up,
over my head and off. I clutched it to my chest, covering up, and
looked once more at the faces looking back at me. I then dropped my
top in my lap and sat bare breasted in front of three girls and four
guys.
“Holy
shit!”
That
was from one of the guys. The girls just grinned because they knew
the stakes just went up. They knew that they could get me to do
almost anything. I couldn’t tell you why I did what I did. I knew
that it did something for me, to me. I knew there was no heading back
now.
I
sat and waited for my next turn to come with a nervous stomach. When
it finally came around I began to blush before anything was even said
to me. Everyone’s face was full of excitement, waiting to see what
would be dared and if I would go further.
“Take
off your shoes and socks, then come with me.”
I
slowly untied my shoes and removed them and my socks. I stood, my
hands going up to cover my boobs, but I didn’t let myself cover up.
My nipples were tingling and almost hurt. I followed her into the
next room. She turned and stopped me. I was inside and out of sight
of all the others. Her hand went to my waistband and undid the
button.
“Who
wants to come in and give Karin a kiss?”
There
was a chorus of me from all the guys. I groaned as she slid my zipper
down. My pants were hanging on my hips and I thought she was done. I
was mistaken. She said quietly: “Take them off.”
I
just looked at her, helpless.
“Going
to chicken out?”
I
blushed hard again, took a deep breath, and pushed my pants down. I
pulled one leg off and then the other. She held out her hand. She
took my pants and walked into the other room, leaving me naked. I
continued to tremble as I listened to them try to decide who was
going to get to come and kiss me. My hands kept moving to cover
myself, but each time I realized they were, I forced myself to move
them to my sides. The room I was in did not have a light, but there
was light from the other room coming in. I stood, quietly cursing my
friends, waiting. Finally a guy came through the door and up to me,
looking me up and down, grinning at me. His fingers brushed over my
erect nipples and then his arms went around me. I moved tight to him
and lifted my face for my kiss, feeling his hands all over my bare
ass. Blushing, I kissed him, letting him French me and feel my ass as
much as he wanted. He left after they called; telling him his time
was up. As he walked out, another one of the guys came in, grinning.
My stomach dropped as I realized each one of the guys was going to
get to kiss me while I was naked.
This
one took hold of my shoulders and held me back from him, looking at
all of me. I was blushing so hard my face had to be lighting up the
whole room. Finally he took me in his arms and kissed me. I knew he
could feel my erect nipples poking into his chest. He stroked my back
down to my butt, then squeezed it and pulled my cheeks apart. Then he
smacked it gently as he moved away.
Closed
my eyes, hoping, but knowing what was going to happen.
Opened them, and I saw the next guy passing the one leaving. He came to me and his hand went between my legs, squeezing my pussy. His other hand pulled me to him and as he cupped and fondled me, he kissed me hard.
When
we broke apart, I was panting and shaking. At least he didn’t stick
a finger in me, but he knew I was wet. Grinning at me as we moved
apart, he turned and left me, shivering as I waited for the last
guy.
He
came in and stood back from me, looking me up and down.
“I
get to choose where I kiss you, right?”
Didn’t
know what to say and finally just nodded.
He
moved up to me, bent over and kissed my left nipple, then sucked it
into his mouth. I felt so nasty as I stood, letting him do that,
wetting it with his saliva. He lifted his head and looked into my
eyes and then bent again, sucking my right nipple into his mouth. I
felt a bolt of heat shoot from my nipple straight down to my pussy.
All I could do was stand and let him do it to me, wishing it was a girl and not some guy with a filthy penis.
My nipples got even harder and they were wet and shining as he lifted his head once again, smiled at me and left me standing buck naked and alone.
I
waited for my friend to return with my pants until I heard her
speaking to me: “Come get your pants.”
I
gasped, both in humiliation and excitement, as I realized they were
expecting me to walk into a brightly-lit room, naked.
Stood,
shivering; nipples hard as diamonds and I couldn’t help myself from
reaching down to touch my pussy. Felt moisture on my lips; enough to
know it would be visible to my friends.
Took
a deep breath, knowing if I didn’t walk in by myself, I would be
dragged in. I walked into the room, naked, blushing and hot all over.
I kept my hands at my sides and walked to where my pants were.
They giggled as they saw my wet nipples where he had sucked them.
Picked up my pants and turned to face everyone. Let them look at my boobs, my erect nipples, and my bush, and then I put my pants back on.
Honestly, I couldn’t wait until my next turn. I was so hot by now.
By
then it was pretty late.
When
my next turn arrived, they all huddled together, whispering.
I squirmed and shivered, wondering what humiliation they were going to put me through now.
They
separated and grinned at me once again.
“Put
your shoes on and come with us.”
I
slipped on my shoes and rose, following them until I realized they
were at the front door.
Began
to blubber “no, no” and they laughed at me. Inside, I was saying
yes, and they knew this.
“You
aren’t going to turn down a dare
are you, Karin?”
I could never turn down a dare, and they knew this too. I
shook my head no and they took my arms and led me outside topless.
But that wasn’t going to be all.
They walked me to the sidewalk as I looked up and down the street, terror stricken. I was sure that a car was going to come down the street or someone was going to be out walking.
I wasn’t even thinking that it was almost 2 a.m. It was almost guaranteed that no one but us would be outside at this time of night, but I didn’t feel any better.
Felt
a hand at my waistband again.
I
felt my pants loosen and then the sound of my zipper going down.
“Karin,
you are going to take a walk around the block. You can either take
them off or walk with them on, but if they fall down, you’ll leave
them there around your legs or ankles and walk like that.
Understand?”
I
stood, whimpering and afraid, but my mind was already picturing my
pants around my ankles and not being able to pull them back up.
Shivered and looked at all of them and struggled to get my pants off over my shoes.
Finally, I had them off and stood naked but for shoes.
They
pointed me in one direction, telling me to walk around the block. Not
run, walk.
Started
walking. My head was swiveling around, trying to look at all the
houses and the street in front of me and behind me. I heard giggling
behind me and glanced back.
They were following me, making sure that I only walked. It seemed to take forever for me to get around that block. Every sound made me jump and seemed magnified. Every streetlight was a place where I was totally exposed. I was scared to death, but excited too.
My nipples felt even harder and I was afraid I was going to leak from my pussy.
When I got back to the house, I slumped over in relief, but managed to stand up as I waited for them to catch up with me. My girlfriends told the guys they had to leave now and they took me into the house, still naked but for my shoes. My pants had been on the car, but I didn’t even think to put them on. My friends made me take off my shoes and sleep naked that night.
Chapter Two
After
that night, whenever we were all together, I usually ended up topless
or naked. They made me undress in front of everyone, not allowing me
to remove my clothes in another room. The guys always got feels of
me, but other than that they didn’t try to force me to do anything.
Other things that they did to me that summer was to drive out in the
country and make me take off my clothes standing on the side of the
road. Then they would take my clothes in the car and drive down the
road, leaving me standing naked. They would stop in sight and wait
for me to walk or run to the car and then just before I would reach
it, they would drive off further and stop again. They would do this
several times until I started crying, then they would let me in the
car but still not let me have my clothes, driving off with me naked
still. They’d only let me start getting dressed as we got back to
town.
They
also would take to me to a parking lot were the guys were waiting.
Then they would give me an envelope and tell me to take it to the
guys. I had to get into the guy’s car while they opened the
envelope and then the guys would read the note and laugh. Then they
would give it to me. It usually told me to give them my bra or
underpants. I had to strip from the waist up or waist down to give
them my bra or panties and I know the guys loved it when they saw me
coming. The last time they did this to me I knew that something was
up for sure when it happened after dark and we were parked in a lot
that had no traffic or cars. The note in the envelope was passed
around (they had the interior light on to read and see me). Each one
laughed and turned to me, waiting for me to read it. By now I was
trembling. This wasn’t usual with the notes. I took it when it was
handed to me, shaking slightly. When I read it I couldn’t help
myself.
“Oh
hell no.”
The
note told me to strip, put my shoes back on and come back to the
girl’s car. I looked out the window and saw that they had driven
away from the guy’s car. It was probably only 100 feet, but it
looked like a mile to me.
I looked around at the guys, shivering, seeing their smiles. Didn’t want to do this, but they had all seen me naked before. What did I have to lose? Slowly, I bent and removed my shoes and socks. I thought a bit and then removed my pants, keeping my exposure so far below the window of the car.
As I looked around, I saw the power I had to excite men and that gave me a rush. If they had been women, it would’ve been better. Still, it was an ego boost to know that my naked body was attractive to then though their bodies and sex wasn’t what I liked.
Was
shaking as I took off my top, now in my bra and panties and I knew
all the guys’ eyes were glued to me. I quickly stripped off my
underwear and then slipped into my shoes. I then got out of the car
and ran naked to my girlfriends, giggling to myself. Eventually that
night I got my clothes back, but they kept me naked for a while,
driving around town and threatening to make me get out of the car.
I
was shaking, sure that I was going to be caught naked that night, but
it didn’t happen. I was very excited. I could always tell because
of how stiff my nipples were.
It
was years later that I did
get caught naked, in a very embarrassing situation at work, that lead
to a strange relationship with my boss, Celeste Hemmingson.
***
One night two of my school friends, ones who had been with me on
several of the idiotic dares I had done, were over. They talked with
me about work and stuff and asked a lot of questions about my office.
I told them how it was laid out and my boss Celeste’s office.
Really
wasn’t thinking about anything, we were just talking. Then they
started talking about old times and the dares I had done. We laughed
about them, even me, because time heals all wounds. I was
twenty-three now, that was five years ago. Then they asked me if I
had done anything lately and of course I told them no. It was true by
the way. With a smirk, one of them asked me if I missed doing dares.
I told them no, but the expression on my face gave me away. For some
reason, I had, but only now that it had been brought up to me. We
talked a bit more and one of them asked me if I would do another
dare. I told them it depended on what it was. They thought about for
a while and finally came up with something.
***
I was dared to go back to work, get naked and take pictures of me
naked in the office. This could be after hours, but I had to take
pictures that showed where I was. One of them had a digital camera
and tripod that I could use.
I
was older and wasn’t sure that I wanted to do this once more. That
little devil that I have inside my head, however, was telling me that
this dare wouldn’t be too bad at all. Finally I agreed to do it.
The pictures would be the proof that I had done it. Little did I know
what would happen and the insane direction my life would turn.
We
picked a night and they brought me the camera and tripod. I had some
ideas and had already been planning what to do. I do
think from time to time, just not about the most important things.
I
set off about 8 p.m. with the camera and tripod. When I got to work
and parked, I took a picture of my car in the parking ramp. Then a
picture of the entrance door to the building. I took one of the doors
to the entire office, showing the logo of the company. Then I took
one of my desk, where I worked outside Celeste’s office, and then
one of me sitting at the desk.
Next, I took one of me sitting with my underpants lying on top of my desk in front of me.
Took one of the door to my boss’s office with part of her nameplate visible: LENE HEMMINGS.
Opened the door and took one of her desk with it still showing the nameplate with her name.
Was getting more and more excited as I went along. I was thinking that this was easy. I stripped off my top and bra and took another of me sitting at my desk with my boobs exposed.
Was
really having fun with this dare.
Finally
I went into Celeste’s office, set up the tripod and camera, and
peeled off my skirt and underpants. Wanting to be as daring as
possible. I walked back out to my desk naked and folded my clothes up
and put them on top of my desk.
I wanted to look sexy so I was now wearing only thigh high stockings and a pair of heels.
Took
several of me sitting at Celeste’s desk. One was sideways, looking
at her computer as though I was working; another was facing the
camera with my boobs showing. You could tell I was naked from the
waist up. I could tell this was turning me on, since I could feel how
moist my pussy was getting.
Sat
for a while thinking of how I could show that I was completely naked.
Finally I took several of me leaning back on the front of Celeste’s
desk, naked but for my stockings and heels.
Wanted to get a few of my ass, so I decided to take some of me leaning on the conference table she had with my ass facing the camera.
Had just turned the camera and tripod to face the conference table and was bending over, looking through the viewfinder when someone had just smacked me on my bare ass and I shrieked and must have jumped a foot in the air.
When I came down I crouched over and covered my boobs and pussy with my hands and arms and peered back.
I froze.
My
boss, Celeste, was standing behind me looking very stern.
“What
the hell
do you think you are doing?”
Couldn’t
even get a squeak out. I just huddled over and turned sideways to her
so she couldn’t see my entire ass.
My face was on fire, bright red.
Was sucking in air, both from shock and fright and I didn’t know what to do.
She
stared at me and asked again,
“What
the hell…are you…doing, Karin Beauchamp?”
Finally
I could get some words out: “It’s a dare. I’m doing a dare.”
Hands on her hips: “Really?
Naked in my
office and you are doing a dare.
I suppose there is some guy
around
here waiting to screw
you?”
“N-n-n-no,
god no. I was just dared to come here, get naked and take some
pictures to prove…I was naked. I know it sounds---weird. There
isn’t any man here. It’s just me. Oh
god, Celeste, I am so sorry. I am so sorry.”
I
was babbling and started edging towards the door.
She glared. “Where
do
you think you are going?”
“…get
my clothes and leave.”
“I
don’t think
so.”
I was surprised. “What?”
“The
dare was naked,
wasn’t it?”
“Y-yes.”
“Then
you haven’t completed it. Get the rest off.”
“What?”
“You
heard me. Get
the rest off.”
I
stared at Celeste blankly.
She said, “Do
it or I will.”
I
hobbled, still bent over and covering as much of me as I could, to
the conference table and sat on one of the chairs facing away from
her.
She said, “Turn
around.”
Whimpered
and did as I was told. I toed off my heels and tried to take off my
stockings without showing too much, but it was impossible.
All the while Celeste took pictures with that damn camera.
When I tugged the last stocking off my foot and let it fall to the floor Celeste looked at me.
She
had a smirk on her face.
“Let’s
see
what we can do with you.”
She
ordered me to sit on the edge of the conference table and to pull my
feet up and place them outside my hips. I shook my head no. Celeste
looked at me and said nothing. She slipped the camera into a pocket
of her coat and walked to my desk, picked up my clothes and came back
in. She then opened a drawer in her desk, put my clothes in it and
locked the desk.
She said, “If
you want them back, do as I say.”
I
began to cry and with sobs shaking my body I backed up to the
conference table, boosted myself up and sat with my legs together.
I said, “I
don’t want to do this, please,” but I actually did, I wanted this
so much, it was turning me on but I tried to not let it show.
What
would Celeste think of me if she knew I got off on this?
She said, “Do
as you are told
or you will be outside just like you are right now.”
I
sniffled and lifted one foot and then the other to the table top. I
looked down and could plainly see my pussy.
I was so embarrassed.
Celeste
looked at me and smirked again.
She said, “Hands
out to your sides and lean back a little.”
She
took several pictures of me naked and spread open.
“Okay,
now I want you on your hands and knees with your ass facing me,
looking over your shoulder so I can see your face.”
Whimpered
again but did as she told me.
Kept
my knees together in rebellion.
She ordered, “Knees
shoulder width apart.”
Hung
my head and moved my knees apart, just slightly.
She was irritated with my resistance.
She
said, “Do
as you are
told
or I am going to keep
your clothes.”
Spread
my knees further apart, hanging my head down in humiliation.
“Look
at the birdie.”
A
pathetic sob escaped my throat. Lifted my head and peered back over
my right shoulder. Celeste took several more pictures. She then led
me to my desk, had me sit in my chair and hook my legs over the chair
arms.
More pictures were taken.
She had me kneel on my chair, rest my chest on the back, reach back and pull my ass cheeks open and then look over my shoulder again.
She
took more pictures.
She asked, “What
else do you think would be good for proof?”
I told her that I wanted
to go home.
“It’s
a little late for that now, isn’t it?” she said.
Celeste
had me sit on my chair again, with my legs draped over the arms. Then
she told me to open my pussy for her and she took several shots of me
like that.
Was sniffling and red-faced.
She made me sit like that and went into her office and she came back and handed me a marker for a white board.
Looked
at her nervously.
She said, “Put
it in.”
Shook
my head no.
“Put
it in,
you little slut.”
Tears
dripped down my face.
Lowered the marker to my pussy and slowly inserted it inside. Helen took several shots of the marker penetrating me. She made me push it in and out of my pussy a few times and I was humiliated at how easily it slid in. I was pretty aroused even with being so embarrassed and humiliated.
But…I wanted more.
I
dare not speak this aloud.
She said, “Come
with me.”
I
was past arguing and resisting.
Followed
Celeste to the front door of the office.
She
opened the door and motioned me outside. She had me stand by the
corporate nameplate and took a few pictures of me standing next to it
naked as the day I was born.
Then it was off to the elevators and she took several of me in front of the elevator doors, some standing and some bent over, showing my ass and pussy.
Then
she led me back inside and had me sit at her conference table.
“You’ll
enjoy the next part.”
I
just shivered and kept my eyes on the floor.
She
ordered, “Ass
at the edge of the chair and legs over the arms.”
“No,
please.”
“Do
it now!”
Tears
now streamed down my cheeks. I slid forward and lifted my legs. I
spread them and let them hang over the chair arms.
“Celeste,
please let me stop this and get dressed.”
“Not
yet, girl.”
I
closed my eyes and tried to envision myself somewhere else, far away,
like war prisoners do when tortured. I saw it on TV once.
“Open
your eyes,” Celeste said.
I
did as told.
“Touch
yourself, now, play with your vagina.”
“Celeste,
I don’t,” I started to say. Don’t what? I don’t masturbate
in front of other women?
Looked at her and I could see it in her eyes: she knew I was a lesbian. Was she too? I had never considered it. Everything had always been so professional between us.
Softly:
“I don’t want to.”
“I
don’t care what you want.
Start playing with yourself.”
I
shivered and reached down. My pussy was so wet now. Celeste was
taking pictures of me spreading my lips.
“Masturbate,”
she said, “stick a finger in there…”
She
had me exactly where she wanted. These would be the most
incriminating photos. My finger went inside my pussy and I began to
move it in and out. I closed my eyes again but she said keep them
open. Celeste kept taking pictures of me performing obscenely for
her and the camera. I breathed heard, moaned, moving my finger
faster…
When we both realized I was close to having an orgasm.
She said, “Look straight at the camera when you come, girl.”
Did
as I was told, the camera pointed directly at my face. In a few
seconds I grunted and I felt myself spurt. I don’t always squirt,
not unless ‘m really turned on, but I did this time. A thick stream
of juice flew out of me, into the air. It arched. It almost hit
Celeste but she jumped out of the way. Some of the warm liquid
splashed on my cheek, my nose, my lips, and my chin. I gasped and
another few spurts of my come landed on my face and down lower on my
boobs. I was disgusted and humiliated.
“Bravo!”
Could
feel the liquid on my face tricking down then dripping off my chin.
“Lick
your lips.”
I
was lost. I was in deep trouble. I licked my lips, disgusted at what
I was doing. I tasted myself.
Celeste
then took my hand and led me to the office lunchroom.
“Find
some towels and clean up, squirty girl.”
Searched
for cloth towels but there were none. I used some of the paper towels
to wipe off the mess on my face and chest.
Celeste
then led me back to her office and I cleaned my juices off the floor
with the paper towels.
She
opened the closet. She brought out a coat and handed it to me.
I asked, “What’s
this for?”
She said, “It’s
what you get to wear, slut.”
Upset
but surprisingly grateful for any covering, I put it on. I started to
button it, but Celeste shook her head no. I stopped, leaving it open,
but put my hands in the pockets, pulling it closed in front of me.
She kicked my shoes to me and took my stockings, my new stockings,
and threw them in the garbage. She picked up my purse at my desk and
motioned me to follow her.
I
scurried behind her.
“Celeste,
Celeste,
you promised me my clothes, you promised.”
Was
almost crying I was so upset.
Cool and calm, she said, “I
promised you nothing. Now come along or I’ll take back my coat and
leave you here.”
Followed
her down the hall to the elevators.
When one arrived she entered, me scurrying behind her.
Went to a back corner as if I could hide there.
Celeste
just laughed at me.
We
got to the main floor, not going through the lower halls to where I
knew she parked her car.
She
led me outside.
She said, “Stand
in front of the doors.”
Watched
her focusing the camera. I was trembling and afraid. My head was
moving, allowing me to look all around.
“Drop
the coat.”
Moaned
deep in my throat and clutched the coat tighter.
“Drop
it or I take it back.”
Looked
around and heard her laugh at me. I slowly let the coat slid off my
shoulders and dropped it on the sidewalk.
My eyes were dazzled as she took two or three more pictures of me standing naked in front of our building.
Then she turned and walked off.
Bent, picking up the coat and hurriedly slipping into it.
Trotted
behind her as quickly as I could. She still had my purse and car
keys.
Celeste
led me into the parking ramp. Once we were away from the front
entrance, she held out her hand. I knew what she wanted. Sniffling
and shivering, I took the coat off and handed it to her.
“My
car is on the top level. Walk to it.”
Walked,
naked but for shoes up four levels, continually expecting someone to
come upon us. No one did, but my fear of being caught did not go
away.
We finally reached her car. She made me pose by it, snapping pictures. Then I had to sit on the hood, legs spread wide for some more pictures. Then she unlocked the door and told me to get in. I did and so did she. She tossed my coat in the back seat and drove off.
Was
feeling sick to my stomach, but there was nothing I could do about
it.
Celeste
drove me home. After I got out of the car naked, she took several
shots of me in the complex parking lot, still naked. Then she gave me
the coat which I hurriedly put it back on.
She opened the car door.
I spoke: ”Um, the camera?”