Chapter 1

I laid in bed exhausted, but unable to sleep. My mind was racing through the events of my daughter’s cheerleading slumber party turned lesbian humiliation session. How could I let all that happen? How could I allow myself and Anna be treated that way by the cheerleading coach and underage girls?

“Anna or Tissues?” I thought to myself. Would I really use that nickname for my daughter? Deep down, I knew that Anna needed the humiliation. Needed humiliation as much as I now knew I needed it. “Yes,” she whispered, “Tissues.” She got caught stuffing her bra. She stuffs it because she has no tits. Now everyone will know.

I thought about what happened once everything had calmed down from the initiation. I replayed the events in my mind. I heard Linda instruct the girls, who would be sleeping in the basement, to clean up everything perfectly in the morning before they left. She told them to take Tissues shopping at the mall on the North side of town. She and I would go shopping at the mall on the South side of town, so I would not cross paths with my daughter.

She turned to Debbie, the head cheerleader. “I’m not done with you yet. You let this whole thing get out of hand way too quickly. You need to stop thinking with those huge tits of yours.” Then to all of them, “Go straight to sleep. Everyone here had enough playing for one day. I better not hear another sound from down here.”

Then she said to me, “Get upstairs, I’m not done with you yet, either.” She slapped my butt as she ushered me up the stairs and into bathroom. It was strange walking through my house naked. Something I never did before.

We showered together. It felt wonderful. My pussy felt strange being lathered and washed now that it was bald. I’d trimmed my bush in the past, but never had it totally bald. I had been instructed by Linda to keep it that way by Linda, and I will obey her. Every one of her touches, every command she gave me made my clit quiver. I had one massive climax while humping my daughter’s squirting pussy before coming upstairs, but I needed more. “Can I ... Please, can I?”

“Can you what? Cum?” She replied. “No. Just get cleaned up. And stop asking.”

I opened my mouth to say something, but no sound came out. I just hung my head and finished washing. But no matter how much I washed my pussy, it felt dirty. Dirty from my climax mixed with my daughter’s ejaculation. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to wash that dirtiness away. How humiliating it was for me to cum so hard like that on my daughter’s pussy in front of the girls and Ms. Connor.

Once done in the bathroom, Linda instructed me to take her to my bed. I led the way with her gripping my elbow and slapping my butt as we walked, reminding me that she was in charge.

Ms. Connor had me use my tongue on her pussy and asshole. When she had her fill, she let me masturbate. Let me! I had a powerful orgasm and she reminded me that I could only cum with her permission. The thought had me horny and ready for more, but I was denied. She fell asleep soon after, but I laid awake.

Here we were in bed together. The beautiful redhead was breathing deeply in a slow, steady rhythm. She was in a deep sleep, lying on her side with her back toward me. I thought about masturbating. I needed to cum so badly. She would never know. I laid on my back and caressed my swollen nipples. I wasn’t disobeying, was I? She said I couldn’t cum without permission. She didn’t say I couldn’t touch myself.

I spread my legs and let my right hand drift down and lightly touched my pussy lips, my middle finger slipping between. I was soaking wet, wetter than I’d ever been. I glanced over at Linda so assure myself that she was still asleep. Her breathing was unchanged, so I dared to let my middle finger slide up and touch my swollen clit. I needed to cum. So badly, that I was willing to disobey and risk angering Ms. Connor. I had to be careful not to wake her.

I know I have a big clit, an inch long and thick. But it’s only half the size of Tissues’ clit. I thought about Debbie and the others exposing my daughter’s clit at school somehow and how humiliating it will be for her. Who would they expose her to? How would they make it happen? How will my daughter react? Would she cry? Cum? Squirt in front of everyone? Would they let me see? Let me help? Expose me as the humiliation slut I am? My mind was racing, and I was approaching climax.

The girls kept me on the edge for so long earlier and I remembered how hard I climaxed when I was finally allowed to cum. I wanted that again and I brought myself to the edge several times, but I didn’t let myself go over the edge. I wanted to cum hard, but I didn’t want this feeling to end. Didn’t want to stop thinking all the wicked thoughts of me and Tissues being exposed and humiliated. How far would they take it?

It was time to go over the edge. My heart was racing and couldn’t stand it any longer. I moved my left hand down to my pussy and slipped two fingers right in. I was so wet. I could feel my juices pooling on the sheet under my ass. I grabbed my engorged clit between my thumb and finger of my right hand and stroked it. Stroked it like I would a little dick. I brought myself to the edge slowly, anticipating the earth-shattering climax I was about to have. So close ... So fucking close ... Here it comes!

“WHAT THE FUCK!” The sheets flew off my body. “You horny fucking cunt!” Linda yelled.

So close, yet so far. My hands left my pussy and grabbed for the sheets, but Linda slapped them away.

“You’re such a horny slut, you can’t wait one minute before disrespecting me and fingering your dirty pussy?”

All I could do was stutter, “Linda ... I mean Ms. Connor ... Please ... I only ... So ... So horny from everything ... I needed ... Oh God!”

“I didn’t ask you if you were horny or what you needed, did I”

“N ... No ... No ... You didn’t ... I ... I’m sorry ... I won’t...”

“Oh, I know you won’t. Stay here a minute and DON’T ... FUCKING ... TOUCH ... YOUR FILTHY ... PUSSY!” She jumped out of bed and left the room.

She was right. I was out of control. How my life changed over the last few hours. I was a normal single mother one minute. The next, I became a humiliation slut. A naughty one who couldn’t keep her hands off her pussy. Her filthy pussy. A slut who couldn’t obey and masturbated without permission.

I dared not touch myself again while Ms. Connor was out of the room. I couldn’t risk getting caught with my fingers up my horny pussy again. But I couldn’t resist squeezing my thighs together. I tried to get some friction on my clit. I got close again, but not close enough before I heard her footsteps outside the bedroom. I had to stop, so totally frustrated. A horny mess who wasn’t allowed to cum.

She came into the room in a huff and dumped a pile of metal on the bed. She had me quickly secured to my bed on my back. She cuffed my hands together over my head and secured them to the headboard. She then attached my legs to the spreader bar. I was immobilized. A horny slut with my wet pussy spread open to the world. My big clit throbbing in the air, begging for attention.

“I’m tired and I want to go to sleep, so I’ll postpone your punishment for now.” She said.

“Please ... I...”

“NO! I’m not making you cum. Get that through your horny little head!” She interrupted as she threw the sheet over my naked body. “I’ll sleep in Tissues’ bed. Good night!” She turned off the light and left the room.

The sheet settled over me. I managed to get it to crease between my legs by humping and twisting my hips. It wasn’t enough. I couldn’t get enough stimulation to get off. All I could think about was what a horny slut I was. A naughty one who was still trying to cum without permission. Yesterday, I’d been a single mom who didn’t masturbate and hadn’t orgasmed in years. Today, I was a horny humiliation slut. I was tied up because I couldn’t obey and tried to make myself cum after being told not to. A horny tied up humiliation slut trying desperately to get the sheet to rub my clit so I could cum. I knew I had a punishment coming, one that would be worse if I got caught trying to cum again. But I didn’t care.

I gave it up after a few minutes and finally fell asleep.

Chapter 2

I woke up with a start to the sheet being yanked off my naked body. I realized quickly that Ms. Connor was the one who pulled the sheet off and that I was still tied. My sleep had been deep because of how exhausted I was. Exhausted both mentally and physically. I felt like I’d been dreaming, but I couldn’t remember what I dreamed about. I didn’t have much time to think about it.

SMACK!! SMACK!!

Ms. Connor had a leather flogger in her hand and had slapped it across my belly twice in rapid succession. It stung, but not too badly. I guessed that she was just warming me up a bit. When I focused in on her, I saw that she was wearing my flowered robe.

“Good morning,” she said sweetly. SMACK!! SMACK!! Two more slaps on my belly, a little harder this time. “Rise and shine, my naughty little slut.”

“Please ... I...” I stammered.

SMACK!! SMACK!! Two swats on my left thigh. I still had my legs spread by the bar and I realized how vulnerable my pussy was. I was able to close my thighs a bit by bending at the knee, but not nearly enough.

“Naughty little humiliation slut who likes to masturbate without permission,” she continued. “I thought I was being very accommodating by letting you masturbate after you serviced me last night. Which reminds me, we need to work on your pussy and asshole licking techniques a bit.” SMACK!! SMACK!! Two more on my belly.

“Ms. Connor ... I’m sorry ... Please ... I didn’t ... didn’t mean any disrespect. I was just ... just...” SMACK!! SMACK!! One slap on each of my tits. They stung my nipples terribly.

“You were just what?” SMACK!! SMACK!! She continued to punish my tits.

I couldn’t answer, so she continued punishing my tits. She alternated swatting my left and right tits. They were on fire. “Answer me!” She commanded.

“I was horny. Hornier than I’ve ever been in my life.” I blurted out in my shame and humiliation.

She paused her slapping. “Horny? Hornier than ever? What is it that made you so fucking horny?”

“Please don’t make me say. I’m so embarrassed.”

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! She resumed on my aching tits, much harder.

“OK ... OK ... OK ... Please stop. I’ll tell you.” I pleaded.

She stopped and waited a moment for me to gather myself. “Well?” She prodded.

“Thinking about my daughter ... uh ... Anna ... mmmmm ... I mean Tissues!” I stammered out.

SMACK!! SMACK!! Back to my thighs. “What about her?”

“Thinking about her being exposed and humiliated. Her little titties. Bald pussy. And giant horny clit!” There. I said it. It was true. The thought made me drip even now while being punished.

“You want to see her humiliated more? In front of more people?” She asked.

“Yes! Yes! I know it’s horrible for a mother to feel this way.” Tears were starting to stream from my eyes.

Ms. Connor put the flogger down. “I know ... I know ... It makes me horny too. You know what else makes me horny?” She started to lightly caress my pussy. “Humiliating horny moms like you.”

“Ahhhh ... Ahhhh ... mmmmm...” Was all I could respond with.

“And I’m going to humiliate you terribly. Expose you. Make you do naughty things. Dress you slutty. Just wait and see. Oh, and of course there’s my favorite – tickling you mercilessly.” She laughed. “Seems that thought makes you horny too.” She added as her finger slid between my lips and felt the wetness between.

She pulled her hand away abruptly. “But right now, you need to be punished for masturbating without permission last night.” I thought she’d pick the flogger back up, but instead she reached over to the night table and picked up a small black thong I didn’t notice until now.

“This is Tissues’ dirty little thong from last night. Open wide.” She ordered.

She wouldn’t. I couldn’t let her put my daughter’s dirty panties in my mouth. I closed my mouth tightly. In a flash she picked up the flogger. SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! Four quick slaps to my spread pussy.

“AHHH!! ... Mfffff...” I screamed as she stuffed the panties in. It wasn’t long before I could taste my daughter’s pussy as my saliva moistened the dried-up juices.

“I don’t want to spend a lot of time now, we have so much to do today. So, I have a quick little punishment for you.” She said as she unscrewed the top of a little bottle she picked up off the night table. I saw that the top was an eye dropper. “But we can’t have you screaming and waking the girls up. Thus, the panty gag.”

I didn’t know what to expect and I was breathing rapidly through my nose. The dropper in her right hand, with her left hand Ms. Connor reached between my legs and pulled the hood back off my clit, which was rigid with horniness. One, two, three drops of the liquid fell onto my clit. For a second I didn’t feel anything and relaxed a bit. Then the burning hit me.

“MMMFFFFFF!!!” I screamed into the gag as most intense burning I ever felt engulfed my clit. It felt like a red hot branding iron on my most sensitive place. Ms. Connor just giggled as I rocked my hips, trying to extinguish the flames on my clit.

“Just a little pepper juice.” She told me calmly. “A reminder of what happens to naughty little sluts when they disobey.”

After what seemed like hours of burning, she poured some water on my clit and the burning slowly subsided. She removed the spreader bar and released the cuffs on my wrists. My hands went immediately to my tortured pussy. “Go wash up,” she ordered.

I got off the bed and moved toward the bathroom, stiffly at first as my joints adjusted to being allowed to move again. I jumped in the shower, turned the water on and thrust my hips forward to get my clit under the stream. I pulled the hood back to expose my whole clit to the stream. I was shocked at my body’s response as I felt an orgasm building. I pulled back, not wanting to cum without permission. No way did I want to risk having that stuff put on my clit again.

I finished my shower, dried off, and wrapped a towel around my hair and another around my body. The fire in my clit from the pepper had been extinguished but was replaced by horniness. A twenty-year-old had punished me for masturbating without permission by burning my clit with pepper juice. And the thought made me horny.

I returned to my bedroom to find Ms. Connor, still in my bathrobe, rummaging through my dresser drawers. A pile of my bras and panties were on the bed. “All of this has to go,” She said. “Get some garbage bags. We can put all this stuff in a clothing drop on the way to the mall. Some boring poor old lady will love having this stuff. And drop that towel! I want you fucking naked whenever I’m here.”

“I...” Was all I could get out as Ms. Connor shot me a look that said, “Just shut the fuck up, get naked and do as your told or I’ll pepper your horny clit again.” So, I just dropped the towel and went and go the bags.

By the time I got back to the bedroom, my drawers were completely emptied on the bed. Ms. Connor had moved to my closet. “Nothing,” she said. “Absolutely nothing here is acceptable.” She began throwing my clothes on the bed.

When she was finally done, just a handful of items remined. Almost every article of clothing I owned was set to be donated. She tossed a swimsuit cover at me and said, “Put this on. Nothing else. No underwear. And here. You can wear these flip flops for now.” The cover was nearly transparent. I could clearly see the darkness of my nipples and they poked the fabric out obscenely. I separated my legs and could see the outline of my legs and pussy. I was practically naked. Looking at myself in the mirror I thought there was no way I could leave the house dressed like this. Knowing that she would make me humiliate myself by doing so had me dripping.

Ms. Connor took off the robe. She made a show of stretching in front of me so I could take in her gorgeous body. Perky C-cup tits with pink nipples pointing upward. Slim waist. Perfect ass. Nearly bald mound with just a wisp of thin red pubic hair at the top of her slit. Small pink lips and clit barely escaping the outer lips of her pussy.

She dropped on the bed, spread her legs and said. “Come on. Just a quick one before we go. Lick my pussy.”

I climbed on the bed and did as I was told. She grabbed my hair and ground her clit into my face as she came. When she was done, she laid there a minute to calm down. I didn’t move and didn’t dare ask her to return the favor. The memory of the pepper on my clit was still too fresh.

When she was ready, she got up and started to pull on her sports bra and yoga pants. No panties. “Go fix your hair and put some make up on,” she ordered. “But don’t wash your face. I want you to have the smell of my pussy on you all day.” I did as I was told. She came to the bathroom with me to finish fixing herself up. She didn’t need to do much.

When we were both ready, she said, “Let’s go. We’ll take your car. Put the bags for donation in the trunk.” We headed out to the car together. There was no hint from the basement that the girls had woken up yet. All I could think about was how naked I must look in the bright sunlight. My pussy drooled.

Chapter 3

I stepped out of my front door and onto the stoop feeling completely naked. The only garment I was allowed was a sheer white swimsuit cover. The hem fell just a couple of issues below my pussy – my newly bald pussy. Of course, I was naked underneath. I wasn’t permitted to wear anything else, other than the flip flops on my feet. I scanned the area and, I was happy to see that none of my neighbors were outside. Or was I really happy? The thought of being seen dressed like this sent a tingle to by already engorged clit and I felt juices start to leak out of my pussy and onto my thighs.

I snapped out of my daydream and moved quickly to follow instructions. Ms. Connor got into the passenger seat and watched as I made several trips back and forth until all the bags containing the clothes she deemed unacceptable were loaded into the trunk.

The hem of my “dress” kept riding up as I walked. I had to pull it down each time I loaded bags into the trunk to prevent my ass and pussy from coming into view. It was more of a reflex. Part of me wanted to just let everything hang out. Show the world my bald horny pussy. I could feel my slippery thighs rub against each other as I walked.

Ms. Connor was focused on her phone, texting away, as I drove. It was a short drive to the nearest clothing drop, which was in the corner of the parking lot of a large grocery store. It was crowded closer to the store, but there wasn’t anyone near the bin. Ms. Connor made me park about fifty feet away. She wanted me to be out and exposed as I walked back and forth.

I popped the trunk and opened the driver’s door when Ms. Connor grabbed my wrist. “Come around to this side first.”

I did as I was told. I got out of the car, being careful to keep my thighs closed. I pulled my hem down and walked around to the passenger side of the car. Ms. Connor opened her door and re-adjusted my dress so the hem was just above my butt cheeks, barely coving my pussy. “Don’t pull it down,” she instructed. “Get busy.”

I walked around to the trunk and leaned over to grab two bags. I tried to be careful to keep my hem in place, but I felt it ride up in the back a bit. I walked the fifty feet to the bin with one bag in front and one in back, trying to cover up. The bin was tall and I would have to reach up to put the bags in. I couldn’t lift both at the same time, so I put one bag down and lifted the first one up and in. I looked down and my pussy was in full view. I quickly scanned the area. No one was close by and I grabbed the second bag and practically tossed it in.

Instinctively, I reached down and pulled the hem of my dress back into place. I winced as soon as I realized what I had done, knowing I wasn’t allowed to fix my dress. I looked up to see that Ms. Connor was watching. I hiked it back up to where Ms. Connor had originally placed it and started to walk back to the car. The passenger door opened, and Ms. Connor waved me over to her side of the car.

“I told you not to pull your hem down.” She chided me.

“I ... I thought you meant ... I put it back where you had it.” I felt like a child trying to avoid punishment. “My bottom was showing ... My horny pussy!” How did I let this twenty-year-old put me in this position? Why did it make me so fucking horny? I clenched my thighs, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. It was like I was desperate to pee, but I was desperate for something else. Something I wasn’t allowed to have right now. If she allowed me, I’d have made myself cum right there in the parking lot.

She opened her large pocketbook and pulled out a mini flogger. It had a short handle that fit into her palm with about a dozen foot-long leather straps. She swung her legs out of the car and put her feet down in the asphalt, staying seated on the seat.

“Turn around and touch your toes.” She ordered, and I obeyed not wanting to anger her further. When I bent over, I felt my dress come up and over my butt. I was completely exposed to Ms. Connor, my ass facing the car, which provided some cover.

SMACK!! SMACK!! She started rhythmically flogging my naked ass. I bit my lip, not wanting to cry out and attract attention. I counted about a dozen swats before she stopped and asked me to turn around. I did as I was told and resisted pulling my hem down, clenching my thighs the whole time. My pussy and reddened ass were completely exposed. I didn’t dare look around to see if anyone was watching.

She grabbed my hem and started to pull it down, but then quickly yanked it up and over my tits. I was naked right there in the parking lot. I almost came as I squeezed my thighs together.

She swatted my belly quick, “Stop that, you horny slut. No cumming! Spread your legs and put your hands on your head.” Again, I did as I was told. I spread my legs wide, knowing that’s what she wanted. I felt my pussy yawn open and juices run out.

I saw Ms. Connor look around the parking lot. Apparently seeing no witnesses, she started in on my engorged nipples. SMACK!! SMACK!! A dozen quick slaps fell on my nipples.

“Fix yourself and get those bags in the bin so we can get to the mall.” She ordered.

I stood still for a minute, disappointed. I thought she was going to punish my pussy. My horny pussy deserved to be punished, didn’t it? After all, I pulled my hem down to cover it, so wouldn’t it make sense that it should be punished?

Realizing why I wasn’t moving, Ms. Connor said, “No! I’m not spanking your sloppy wet pussy. You’d probably cum and I don’t want that yet.”

I adjusted my dress, so it barely covered my pussy, just a little higher than Ms. Connor had originally set it, just to be sure I pleased her. I wondered if the redness on my ass and tits showed through. Would people see that I had been punished like a naughty slut?

By the time I hefted the next two bags into the bin, the hem of the dress was nearly at my waist. Trying to do everything right to please Ms. Connor, I didn’t try to cover it. I retrieved the next two bags from the trunk and I held them out to the side as I walked to the bin and tossed them in.

There were two bags left in the trunk and as I walked over to my trunk, a car pulled up to the clothing drop. A middle-aged woman dressed like she was on her way to church got out and pulled a bag of clothes out of her back seat. I didn’t know what to do. Should I crouch next to my car and hide? Would that upset Ms. Connor?

I just decided to go with it. As the woman struggled with the bag, I grabbed my two out of the trunk and walked over as if I was fully dressed. I reached the bin and said to the woman, “Here, let me help you.”

When she turned around her eyes went straight down to my bald naked pussy. Her hands shot up to her cheeks, but her gaze didn’t shift. “Oh my God, sweetie, you’re ... you’re naked!”

I tossed her bag into the bin and then went about putting my two bags into the bin. “Oh! My goodness!” I said, feigning ignorance and looking down. I wondered if she could see how engorged my nipples were and how my clit was throbbing. “I hope no one sees.” But I didn’t dare cover it.

She thanked me nervously as I turned and quickly walked back to the car. I hopped in breathing heavily. My hem still around my waist.

Ms. Connor giggled. “I can’t believe you went up to her naked. You must be so humiliated.”

I was humiliated, but never hornier.

“I should have made her spank you...” She added, but I pulled the car away quickly.

She hadn’t said that I could fix my dress, so I drove the whole way to the mall on the South side of town with my naked pussy drooling onto my seat. Ms. Connor resumed her texting. My guess was that she was texting Debbie. Was she giving her instructions on how to humiliate my daughter, Tissues? What were they doing to her?

When we got to the mall, I parked. The parking lot was crowded since it was a Saturday afternoon. Men, women, families with kids, groups of teens were everywhere. She told me to fix my dress, but I hesitated.

“Ms. Connor? Please? Can ... Can I cum? I’ve never felt this way and I’m having trouble concentrating on what I’m doing. Please?”

“Turn to me,” she replied. “Let me see how horny your pussy is.”

I turned in the seat, putting my back against the driver’s door. I did my best to spread my legs as far as I could, given the tight space. I thrust my hips forward. Anyone who looked into the car would clearly see my lewd display. The air felt cool on my soaking wet pussy and thighs.

“Spread it,” she ordered.

I used the fingers of both hands to spread my lips apart. Looking down, I could see my rock hard clit extending way out of its hood, farther than I’d ever seen it stick out. The odor of my arousal quickly filled the air.

“Let me see your nipples,” was her next command.

I used my left hand to pull my dress up and over my tits, then returned it to my pussy.

She reached over and grabbed both of my nipples, squeezing them roughly between her thumbs and fingers. Lightning bolts shot from my nipples down to my clit.

“Ahhhh ... Ahhhh ... Mmmmmmm,” I moaned in pleasure. “Please...”

After a minute or two of squeezing my nipples she had us switch. She ordered me to squeeze my nipples and she started stroking my pussy and clit.

“Tell me when you’re going to cum. Don’t you dare fucking cum without permission.” She ordered.

Then she slid a finger on her other hand down passed my slit and started tickling the opening of my asshole, which was still sensitive from the punishment it received last night.

“Mmmmmmm ... Oh ... Please,” I begged for release.

I had very little experience with anal sex, but the state I was in had me wanting release so badly, I didn’t object as she slid her middle finger slowly up my asshole. The juices from my pussy had pooled down and provided her plenty of lube to penetrate me completely. She started pumping my asshole slowly and stroking my clit with the same rhythm. It didn’t take long and after two or three thrusts of her finger, I was ready.

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum so hard!!” I screamed.

She pulled her hands away quickly and yanked my hands off my nipples.

“What? Huh?” I was in a state of confusion, my hips humping the air searching for the fingers that had been taken away leaving me on the edge of a massive climax.

“Maybe later,” she said matter-of-factly.

She opened the glove box and found the package of baby wipes that every mom has. “You’re such a mom!” She giggled as she wiped her hands off. She went about getting ready to leave the car as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Like it was perfectly normal to have a naked woman with her horny, begging pussy spread wide a couple of feet away.

She didn’t offer me any wipes and I just sat there naked with my legs spread. I was still in a state of shock at my orgasm being denied so abruptly.

Ms. Connor tossed the package of wipes into her bag and said, “What the fuck are you waiting for? Get dressed and let’s get going.”

I turned back in my seat and pulled my dress into place as she got out of the car. I took a deep breath or two, pushed the door open and exited the car. Looking around, I saw dozens of people walking to and from their parked cars. I wondered if anyone had seen my display in the car. How could I be so oblivious as to not even know if any passers by looked into the car?

“Come on,” She snapped me out of my thoughts, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the mall.

Chapter 4

Ms. Connor practically dragged me into the mall. I was still in a daze following my near climax at her hands. We were getting plenty of looks as we headed in. I’m not sure which one of they were looking at. Was it the beautiful cheerleader coach in her black skintight yoga pants and sports bra with powerful nipples thrusting up and out in all their glory and a hint of wetness where the yoga pants split her pussy creating a mouth-watering camel toe? Or was it the disheveled, half-naked soccer mom wearing the transparent swimsuit cover with nothing underneath?

Whichever it was, Ms. Connor didn’t care. She strode proudly toward the entrance pulling her obedient humiliation slut by the hand. I stumbled along trying to keep up while not stepping out of my flip flops.

Once inside she headed toward the restroom. She stopped at the entrance. “Wait here. I have to pee.” She instructed.

“I’ll go with you. I need to go too.” I replied and started to walk into the restroom.

“No. Not yet. You can pee later. Wait here like I told you.”

I stopped and leaned against the wall as she entered the restroom. How far had I fallen? Not even allowed to pee without permission. I remembered what happened last night. I was made to hold my pee in, but released it in front of Ms. Connor, Tissues and the cheerleaders when they were tickling me. It was so humiliating. I shivered thinking about walking the mall desperate to pee and, being unable to hold it, peeing myself in front of a crowd with my hand on my pussy trying to hold it in. Would I cum in front of them?

I was interrupted by Ms. Connor grabbing my elbow. “I think you need some shoes first. I never want to see you in flip flops again.” She said as she pulled me along. “There’s a shop on the second floor. I know the owner.”

She dragged me to the escalator. A group of young boys got on after us and were giggling and pointing up. I’m sure they could see my naked butt or maybe even my bald pussy. I didn’t care. That’s what I was there for. Ms. Connor paid them no mind. They followed us for a bit, but Ms. Connor told them to get lost.

We arrived at the shoe store and a young girl who wasn’t much older than my daughter approached us. “Hi! I’m Chelsea. Are you looking for anything special today?” She said in her best giddy salesgirl voice.

Chelsea as about 5’ 3”, with curly brown hair that fell to her shoulders. I would guess her age to be 16. A plain Jane, to be sure. She didn’t wear much make-up and wore stretch pants, sneakers and a nice flowered blouse.

“Is Dianna here?” Ms. Connor answered. “I’m a friend of hers and I want to get a few pairs of shoes for my friend, Suzy, here.” I hate that nickname and I cringed.

“Oh, are you Ms. Connor? Ms. Dianna said you might be in today, but she isn’t here at the moment. I’m the store manager and she told me to give you the VIP treatment!” Chelsea replied enthusiastically.

Ms. Connor didn’t seem impressed with Chelsea’s manager status, and she told the girl that we would browse around a bit and let her know if we needed anything. I was told to sit in one of the chairs that were strewn about the shop. I obeyed, realizing that my dress was so short that my bare ass was on the chair. I had to cross my legs and put my hands in my lap to cover my wet pussy from the world.

“Chelsea, I’m Ms. Connor. Please measure Susan’s while I shop around a bit. She’s going to need several pairs of shoes.”

Chelsea, sensing a large commission from selling several pairs of shoes to one customer, jumped to attention. “Right away, Ms. Connor,” and rummaged around for the Bannock Device, which I learned somewhere is what the foot measuring thingy is called.

“Be careful, Chelsea. She’s very ticklish.” Ms. Connor added nonchalantly.

Chelsea pulled off my flip flops to measure my foot. As she pulled off the second one her fingernails dragged over the sole of my foot. “Hehehe...” I giggled.

“My my,” Chelsea said. “You really are ticklish.”

She proceeded to measure my foot and confirmed what I already knew - that I’m a size 6 ½ shoe. Ms. Connor called out a few styles for me to try and Chelsea retired to the back room to retrieve them.

While Chelsea was in the back room, Ms. Connor came up behind me and grabbed me by the shoulder. She whispered in my ear, “behave yourself.” And went back to her browsing.

I swung my foot, which due to the way I had my legs crossed, put some pressure on my horny clit. I was careful not to get myself off. I didn’t want to get Ms. Connor mad at me. She had that flogger in her handbag, and I didn’t want her to use it here in front of Chelsea and the other customers in the shop.

“God!” I suddenly thought. “I’m masturbating in public! What’s become of me?”

I hardly ever masturbated up to now. And here I was, practically naked, masturbating in front of the world. But I wasn’t allowed to cum. Not allowed! The thought made me even hornier and I rocked my leg faster. Luckily, I was interrupted by a slap on the back of my head.

“Knock it off, you horny little slut!” Ms. Connor said, a little too loud for my liking. Had anyone heard?

“Hi, Ms. Connor!” A teen boy said, waving from the stock room entrance. He looked to be about 14 years old with short brown hair. He was dressed in typical teen boy attire – jeans and a superhero t-shirt.

“Hi Tommy,” Ms. Connor replied. “So nice to see you. This is my friend Suzy.” I cringed again at being called Suzy. “Suzy, Tommy’s mom is the shop owner.”

Tommy came over to me, extended his hand, “Hi Ms. Suz...” His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he got a good look at me. My dress barely covered my bottom on the chair and my legs were fully on display, practically up to my pussy. The darkness of my nipples was visible, and they poked out obscenely.

“Oh, Tommy,” Ms. Connor said, “You don’t have to her Miss.” I tingled when Ms. Connor placed me below her in this way.

I extended my hand demurely, “Hi Tommy. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Tommy, Chelsea is in the back getting some shoes for Suzy to try on. Why don’t you help her and grab these few others for us?” Ms. Connor asked and pointed out the shoes she wanted me to try on.

“Yes, Ms. Connor. I’ll go help Ms. Chelsea with those.” I noticed that Tommy emphasized the word Miss. when referring to Chelsea. I’m sure Ms. Connor did, as well. It made me realize that the boy was at least aware of some kind of hierarchy among the women in his life. I was starting to get an uneasy feeling about shopping in this store. If Tommy called Chelsea Miss, but was told not to use that term for me, did that suggest that I was below Chelsea? Should I call her Miss? Should I call Tommy Mr.?

After a few minutes, Tommy and Chelsea returned, each carrying several shoeboxes. “Tommy, drop those and get back to work,” Chelsea said.

“Yes, Ms. Chelsea,” Tommy put the shoeboxes down and turned to return to the stockroom. Ms. Connor stopped him.

“Wait a minute Tommy,” She said, “Chelsea, would it be OK if both you and Tommy helped us today? We’re the only ones here now and we have so much shopping left to do.”

Chelsea agreed and told Tommy to stay and help. I noted that Ms. Connor didn’t call Chelsea Miss. The hierarchy was becoming clearer. If there were any doubt, what happened next synched it. Ms. Connor took charge.

“Chelsea, Tommy, each of you grab one of your stools. If we have each of you at one of Suzy’s feet, we’ll try the shoes on twice as fast. Chelsea take the right foot, Tommy the left. No so close together. You’ll need space to work. Further apart ... That’s better. Suzy, get your feet up on those stools. What are you waiting for?”

If I did what I was told, my legs would be spread wide and my knees would be elevated. My naked pussy would be in full view of the teens helping me.

“Don’t make me get the strap out!” She added.

I turned and looked at her with pleading eyes. I couldn’t believe that she mentioned the strap so the others could hear.

“Now!” She said.

Slowly I put first my right foot, then my left onto the stools. I must have made an obscene sight. I didn’t dare look at teens and kept my head down.

“Oh my!” Chlesea said. “Someone looks a little ... uncomfortable.”

“Chelsea, I...” I started to say but was interrupted.

“Ms. It’s Ms. Chelsea to you.” I looked up at her. Then to Tommy who was staring at my soaking wet, wide open bald pussy with his mouth open.

“I’m ... I’m sorry ... Ms. Chelsea.” Being put in my place by this young girl made my clit quiver. “I’m new to ... Well, I just ... Ms. Connor ... Uh ... I’m sorry.”

“Make sure her feet are clean.” Ms. Connor directed. Ms. Chelsea got the idea right away and raked her nails over the sole of my right foot.

“Heee ... Heee ... Haaa ... Haaa,” I laughed. I knew better than to try to pull my foot away, but Ms. Chelsea held my clamped her left hand on my ankle and held it down on the stool.

Tommy shook his head to revive himself from the shock of seeing my naked pussy. He looked over at Chelsea, got the hint and started in on my left foot.

I bounced up and down on the chair laughing hysterically as they tickled my naked feet mercilessly. Arches, balls, toes, heels, nothing was spared. My jumping around not only made my braless tits bounce obscenely, but it caused the hem of my dress to come up and over my butt. I was naked from the waist down.

The chair I was in faced a display wall full of shoes. With Tommy and Chelsea blocking the aisle, no one could pass through. Ms. Connor stood back against the display effectively blocking anyone else’s view of the scene. But anyone coming into the store could certainly hear me and guess what was happening to my helpless feet.

They kept it up for a few minutes and I was flushed and out of breath when Ms. Connor interrupted the fun.

“That’s enough for now. Here, have her try these black sandals first,” She said.

Chelsea pulled the shoes out of the box. I gasped when I saw them. They were nothing more than a couple of thin black straps connected to impossibly platform high heels. I’ve heard shoes like these referred to as stripper pumps and I was sure I wouldn’t be able to walk on them. I very rarely wear heels and never anything that high.

Tommy and Chelsea quickly had them strapped on and pulled me to my feet. The held my hands so I couldn’t adjust my dress. I teetered on the heels for a few seconds. Ms. Connor told me to walk and I took a few careful steps up and down the aisle with my naked ass and pussy on display. Good thing the others were blocking the view from passers by in the mall.

“She’ll take them,” Ms. Connor said.

“Please ... I can barely walk,” I pleaded with her.

“You just need some practice. Try these next,” She responded and handed Chelsea the next box.

The scene repeated itself over and over. One style after another. I was tickled. Impossibly high heels were strapped to my feet. And I stumbled a few steps in the aisle while half-naked. The shoes all had two things in common. One, they all were very strappy or made of clear plastic keeping my feet naked. Two, they were all stripper pumps.

One style remained, which were a little different. White wedges with a three-inch heel. They looked like something sexy young ladies wear at the pool. The just had white linen tied in a bow over the top of the foot. I tried them on and was able to walk semi-comfortably.

“She’ll wear those out,” Ms. Connor said. “Suzy, help Tommy and Chelsea pack these up for us and take the ones we don’t want back to the storeroom.”

We brought the shoes I was keeping up to the sales counter. Ms. Chelsea rung them up and I paid with my credit card. We arranged to have them sent to the house so we wouldn’t have to carry them around the mall. I kept the white ones on. I was still naked from the waist down.

Then Tommy and I picked up the remaining shoeboxes and followed Ms. Chelsea into the storeroom. Ms. Connor came in behind us. A small television mounted on the wall displayed a wide-angle view of the shop, so Ms. Chelsea could monitor any customers that came in.

Ms. Chelsea had us just drop the shoeboxes on the table. “Tommy, we’re alone in the storeroom. You know what that means.”

“Ms. Chelsea? Now? In front of everyone?”

“Right now,” she replied. “I’m sure you don’t want the strap again.”

“No, please. I’m doing it,” Tommy quickly answered as his face reddened. He kicked off his sneakers, pulled the t-shirt over his head, stepped out of his jeans and pulled his socks off.” He stood motionless for a moment in front of us in his blue boxers.

Ms. Chelsea leaned and in and gave him an angry look and he quickly pulled the boxers down and off. Tommy was about 5’6 and had a swimmer’s body. The first thing I noticed was that he was shaved bald. The second thing I noticed was that he had an erection. The third was that his penis was very small. I mean, very VERY small. I think my daughter’s clit was bigger. It was certainly thicker.

“Oh, look how cute it is,” Ms. Connor cooed. She squatted in front of the boy to take a closer look. Her face inches away, she bounced Tommy’s dick with her finger.

I learned later that Ms. Connor knew Tommy was the store owner’s son and that she had an “interesting” relationship with him. I also learned that she had never participated in any such activities with the boy.

Ms. Connor looked at me. “You. Naked.”

I pulled the dress over my head and off. I kicked the heels off and I was naked.

Ms. Connor turned Tommy around and we all saw the red strap marks on his bottom, confirming that he had indeed been strapped earlier by Ms. Chelsea. I didn’t think I could get any hornier but witnessing the boy’s humiliation at Ms. Chelsea’s hands had my pussy running like a faucet.

“I want to get a closer look at that clit,” Ms. Chelsea said and squatted in front of me. “Spread your legs.”

I spread wide for her. She wanted to see my clit and I was there to give her what she wanted. She used her fingers to spread my lips and pull my hood back, completely exposing my throbbing clit to her gaze. I had to hold on to the table to avoid falling over.

“It’s huge,” she said.

“You should see her daughter’s clit,” Ms. Connor said. “It’s twice the size! Probably bigger than Tommy’s little dicky here.”

Tommy’s dick quivered at that comment.

“Be careful,” Ms. Chelsea warned. “It doesn’t take much to make him shoot.” Ms. Connor backed off at that comment. I guess she didn’t want a face full of the boys cum.

“He’s getting real good with his tongue, though,” She continued. “He get’s me off like ten times a day.”

Ms. Chelsea and Ms. Connor had a nice laugh at that. I wished I could get off once right now, let alone ten times.

Ms. Chelsea stood up and started undressing. “A clit like that needs to be punished. Ms. Connor, if any customers come in, will you tell them to please come back in a half-hour? I need to be naked for this.”

Ms. Connor agreed, and Ms. Chelsea was quickly naked. She had cute B-cup tits and a bald pussy. Seems everyone in the world was bald except me. Until yesterday, that is.

“Here,” Ms. Connor said as she reached into her bag to pull out the flogger. She handed it to Ms. Chelsea. “Use this.”

Ms. Chelsea swatted the back of her hand a few times to check out how severe the flogger was. Satisfied, she turned to Tommy, “Lay down over here.” The boy complied, his tiny dick now pointing straight up into the air as he laid on his back.

Ms. Chelsea positioned herself so she could squat over Tommy’s face while. “Lick my pussy and asshole. You know how I like it.” The boy got right to work. I assumed he wanted no part of the flogger in Ms. Chelsea’s hand. I, on the other hand, stood anticipating the contact with my horny clit.

“If you can cum on the strap, go for it,” Ms. Connor said.

“Mmmmmmm ... Please...” Was all I could say in response.

SWAT!! SWAT!! Ms. Chelsea started on my clit. “Spread your pussy and pull your hood back. I want your clit totally exposed to be punished.”

I did as I was told, and Ms. Chelsea swatted my clit hard. Surprisingly, I did feel myself approaching climax. I thrust my hips out to give my clit to this teenager.

“Wow!” Ms. Connor said, “Diana taught you well!”

Ms. Chelsea only moaned in response. She quickened the pace of her assault on my swollen clit and humped Tommy’s face hard. I hoped the boy was able to breath, but I noticed that his erection didn’t waver.

Ms. Connor stepped out for a minute and back in. I guess she had to tell a customer to get lost. The tension in my body was rising as I approached a climax. I lost count of the number of swats my clit and pussy had taken, but I didn’t care. I had to cum.

I saw Ms. Connor walk over to Tommy’s feet with a feather in each hand. I thought she was going to tickle his feet, but she kicked his legs apart and squatted between them. She leaned forward and started tickling Tommy’s little dicky and balls. I heard the boy moan into Chelsea’s crotch.

I was so close as Chelsea’s pace quickened even more as the boy got her close to cumming. Tommy’s little dicky was twitching as it was mercilessly tickled by Ms. Connor.

I was about to cum and thrust my hips forward to meet the strap, when all of a sudden, the swatting stopped. “Aaaaa ... Ungh...” I screamed and looked down to see that Chelsea had dropped the strap and leaned back with her hands on the floor behind her, one on each side of Tommy’s chest.

“Stick you tongue in my asshole!” She commanded. “Ahhhh ... Ahhhh...” She screamed as the boy apparently found its target.

As the waves of pleasure were hitting Chelsea, Tommy started lifting his hips to meet the feather. He was humping the air as his little dicky ejaculated. I couldn’t believe how high in the air the boy shot as spurt after spurt shot out of his tiny dick and landed all over Chelsea.

All I could do was stand and watch. “Please ... Please...” I repeated over and over as my body came down from the edge in frustration.

The scene calmed down and Ms. Chelsea rolled off Tommy’s face. Again, Ms. Connor had to chase another customer away. She returned as Ms. Chelsea started to get dressed.

“Tommy, you be a good boy and take care of Ms. Connor any way she requires.”

Ms. Connor cooed and shimmied her yoga pants down to her ankles. She sat on a chair and spread her knees as the boy licked her to a nice orgasm. Now everyone had cum except me. When the boy was done, I noticed that his little dick was rock hard again.

“He’s like the energizer bunny,” Chelsea said as she slapped the boy’s dick.

“Ms. Connor ... Please ... I’m begging you. Please may I cum?” I begged.

“For being such a wonderful salesgirl and hostess, I think I’ll let Chelsea decide.” Ms. Connor replied.

“Oh!” Chelsea said, “I don’t know what to do. Part of me wants to see her cum in front of us, but the other part of me wants to deny her.”

“Please Ms. Chelsea ... Please! I’ll do anything.” I continued my begging. Yesterday I was a respectable soccer mom. Today I’m begging a teen girl to let me cum. A teen girl who, moments ago, was flogging my clit. Now whether of not I would be permitted release was in that teen girl’s hands.

“Oh! I have a great idea!” Chelsea said jumping and clapping her hands like a teen girl who found out her Dad landed tickets to her favorite boy-band’s concert.

She had Tommy lay on his back again. He did so and his little dicky stuck straight up in the air again. She then had me stand straddling his hips.

“Now, here’s what we’re going to do,” Chelsea instructed. “Suzy, you’re going to rub your big horny clit on Tommy’s little baby dicky. You can have your orgasm if you cum before he does! Isn’t that awesome?”

Tommy groaned and his little dick quivered in harmony with my engorged clit. Ms. Connor loved the idea and applauded with Chelsea.

“I can’t,” I said softly. “I won’t.”

“Oh yes you will!” Ms. Connor said quickly. “Or I’ll lock you in a chastity belt for a year!”

I had no doubt that Ms. Connor meant what she said. And I really did need to cum. My fear was that the boy had no control and he’d shoot off before I got the chance to have my own orgasm.

Defeated, I knelt down and positioned my clit at the head of Tommy’s little dicky. “Tommy, please. You had your cum already and I really need to cum.”

“I’ll try, Suzy. I really want you to cum. My little dicky shoots off all day anyway.” He replied meekly.

“Tell me when you’re going to cum so I can try to hold you off.” I asked.

Tommy agreed and I started humping my clit against his rigid little dick. It was like trying to hump a gherkin.

“Hold it still with your hand, so I can hump it good.” I told the boy.

He grabbed his little dick with his thumb and finger, leaving me little more than the head to hump my clit on.

Unfortunately, every time I started to build up to a climax, Tommy shouted for me to stop. I was getting frustrated and tried to think of anything to get me off fast. I thought about the events of last night. Being tickled until I peed. Watching Tissues being tickled until she ejaculated. All the punishments and the grand finale of being forced to hump my daughter’s squirting pussy. Nothing worked.

I remembered that I had gotten off hardest while I was being punished. In a huff I asked, “Please ... Help me ... Flog my tits ... Punish my fucking tits and nipples so I can cum on this little dick!” I shouted.

Chelsea grabbed the flogger and started crisscrossing my tits. I felt my orgasm starting to build and shouted for her to smack them harder. She was happy to comply.

“Hurry, I’m gonna cum!” Tommy cried.

“I ... I can’t stop ... Here I cum ... HERE ... I ... CUUUUUUUUUMMMMM!!!!! I screamed as the first wave of my orgasm hit me like a freight train.

Tommy was squeezing his little dick hard trying to keep from cumming, but he couldn’t hold out any longer. He stuck his other hand in his mouth and bit down. “UUUNNNFFFF...” Was the only sound that he could utter as his little dick spurted.

I kept cumming, on his little dicky, feeling his ejaculation splash against my clit only made me cum harder.

I felt his dick soften and my orgasm finally subsided. I rolled off him onto the floor panting loudly. I was soaked with sweat.

“That went well,” Ms. Connor said.

After a few minutes, Ms. Connor let me put my cover back on. My body was so wet with sweat that it clung tightly to me and was even more transparent. I slipped my new white shoes on and told her that I was ready. I asked if I could pee before we left, but she said no. I wasn’t surprised.

“Give Ms. Chelsea your number so she can come visit you sometime,” Ms. Connor said.

I told Ms. Chelsea my number, which she entered into her phone. We then left the store.

A few minutes later, I got a text from an unknown number. It said, “I can’t wait to punish your daughter’s big clit!” I wonder who is was from?

Chapter 5

I was having a hard time keeping up with Ms. Connor as she led me through the mall. Only a minute or two before, I had a massive orgasm on Tommy’s little dick right in front of Ms. Chelsea. My sweaty body was making my thin white swimsuit-cover-turned-dress cling to my body and I didn’t dare look down to see how transparent it was. I was practically naked, and I knew it. People were staring and the humiliation made me horny.

Another issue was quickly becoming more urgent, however. I really had to pee. Ms. Connor hadn’t let me go since we left the house. Even though the thought of it made me shiver with humiliation horniness, I hoped that she wouldn’t make me wait until I could hold it no longer. I just couldn’t be made to pee myself in the middle of the mall in front of crowds of people.

“Ms. Connor, please,” I said as I struggled to talk, breath and walk at the same time. “I really need to pee. Please.”

She stopped abruptly, “Go ahead,” she answered, clearly annoyed, “pee!”

“I ... I can’t ... Not here. Please let me go to the ladies’ room,” I asked.

Her phone rang and I squeezed my thighs together. I’m sure my desperation was getting obvious to the teens and families that were passing by us. I’m sure they noticed how beautiful and put together Ms. Connor looked and how completely disheveled I was. Not only was I nearly naked, I’m sure that my hair and make-up were a disaster after my ordeal in the shoe store.

“What time are you working?” She said to the caller. “OK. We’ll be there.”

A small spurt of pee escaped my pussy and dripped down my thigh. “Please. I’ll ruin my new shoes,” I begged.

She started walking again and I followed, hoping that she was heading to the nearest ladies’ room.

“Here are the rules for you peeing from now on.” She paused for effect. “One, you can only pee outside. Two, you pee naked. Three, If I’m with you, you have to have permission to pee.”

I thought my nipples and clit would explode, that’s how engorged they were hearing my new pee rules. Naked and outside? How would I ever? I might have argued, but I was so desperate to pee. I didn’t want to do it in the middle of the mall.

“Please, Ms. Connor. Please may I pee.” I asked.

“God. OK. I’ll take you.” She answered.

“Thank God!” I thought as she dragged me to the nearest down escalator. I thought we would head out of the mall to the parking lot. But I thought wrong.

She headed into the ladies’ room! Thank God, I thought. She’s going to be reasonable.

“Wait here a minute. I have to go first.”

“Please ... Ms. Connor ... I...” was all I could get out as she disappeared around the corner and into the ladies’ room.

I must have been quite a site. Not only was I a disheveled mess, nearly naked. I was obviously desperate to pee, practically doing the pee-pee dance like a child. And I was standing right outside of the ladies’ room and not going inside to pee.

After what seemed like forever, she finally strode out of the ladies’ room saying, “Let’s go!”

I followed her to an exit and out into the parking lot.

“Go ahead.” She said coldly, looking at her watch.

I looked around. “Right here? I can’t. Someone will see. I can’t get naked and pee right here.”

“Find a place ... Quickly!”

I scouted the area and there was a dumpster nearby. I walked over with Ms. Connor following close behind.

I went behind the dumpster. I wasn’t completely hidden, but it would have to do. I kicked off my heels and pulled my dress over my head. When I started to squat, Ms. Connor said, “Hand them to me. Your bag too.”

I did what I was told and quickly squatted and started to pee. A hard, thick stream erupted from my pussy and onto the ground. It splashed my feet and ankles and I spread my legs as far as I could. The relief was almost as good as the giant orgasm I had earlier on Tommy’s dick.

Ms. Connor pulled out her phone and started texting as she casually walked further and further away from the dumpster. When I was finally done peeing, I looked over at her. She was half-way back to the entrance to the mall. I waved and called to her, trying not to call attention to myself.

“Come on, we have to go.” She answered holding my stuff out to me, but she didn’t come back to the dumpster to get me. She was about 20 feet away. She was going to make me walk to her naked. Having nothing to wipe with, my pussy and thighs were wet with my pee, as were my feet and ankles from the splashing.

I covered my tits with my left arm and my pussy with my right hand and made my way toward her. When I got to her, she pulled my things away. “Hang on,” she said reaching into her bag and pulling out some napkins. “Clean yourself up before we go back inside.”

I was in a panic being out in the open naked. I looked around and although people were walking to and from their cars, no one seemed to notice. I grabbed the napkins and quickly dapped around my pussy, hoping that would be enough.

“Do it right!” She demanded.

I looked around again to see some people glancing over as they walked. I thought it better to just do what I was told and get it over with. I needed my dress back, as skimpy and see through as it was. I got behind Ms. Connor, opened my legs, squatted down a bit and thoroughly dried my pussy and thighs. It felt so good to touch my horny clit that I lingered an extra second or two. The need to get dressed outweighed the need to get off, though. Also, I didn’t want Ms. Connor to catch me masturbating.

“Please? Is that good?” I asked.

“Wipe those feet off. You don’t want to get pee in your new shoes, do you?”

I did as I was told, crossing one foot over my knee to wipe it off and then the other. Finally, she was satisfied and handed me first my shoes and then my dress.

My dignity restored, such that it was at that moment, we headed back into the mall.

“I’m hungry, let’s grab a bite before we head to the dress shop,” Ms. Connor said as she led the way.

I was hoping that she’d buy me something less revealing and more like real clothes sooner rather than later, but it wasn’t my choice. It was the white transparent tiny swimsuit cover for me during lunch.

The food court was crowded for the beginning of lunch hour. Teens and families were everywhere. Ms. Connor selected a seat near the rear of the seating area, as far from the food vendors as possible. I could see where this was going.

She told me what she wanted and sat at the table. It was plainly obvious that I was to go get our food. It took me two trips back and forth to the vendor counters to bring the food and drinks. I felt like everyone was staring at me. Probably because they all were staring at me – and pointing – and laughing. I pulled my chair out to sit, but Ms. Connor wasn’t done showing me off. He had me get more napkins. Then ketchup. Then refill her drink. Then salt and pepper.

By the time I was allowed to sit and eat, Ms. Connor was nearly done and had struck up a conversation with two cute goth teens sitting at the next table. I arranged my dress to cover as much as possible and ate an uncomfortable lunch, happy that my pussy was covered, at least.

In conversation with the goth teens, we learned that were high school juniors. They attended a school that was across town from Tissues’ school. They both had dark straight hair and wore black stretch pants and black tee shirts with skulls on them. Their lipstick and nail polish were both black and they wore silver and black jewelry, all in classic goth style. The girls were opposites to Ms. Connor, with her athletic, feminine look.

“I’m Ms. Connor and this is Suzy,” Ms. Connor introduced us. The girls looked at me oddly, apparently noticing how informally I was introduced.

“I’m Sarah and this is Lisa,” the taller of the two girls replied.

The conversation flowed as we ate. Soon our attention was grabbed by a young mother playing with her young boy and girl. The kids were taking turns creeping slowly up to their mom. The mom shouted “Closer!” as they creeped in. Once they got close enough, she quickly started tickling them and they ran away. The scene was sending shivers through my body as I remembered how I’d been tickled last night by the cheerleaders and again today by Ms. Chelsea and Tommy.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle!” or, “Koochi, koochi, koo!” the mom taunted as she tickled her kids.

“You know,” Ms. Connor said as she enjoyed the show, “Suzy here is very ticklish too! Isn’t that right?”

I didn’t like where this was going. At least my brain didn’t like it. My nipples stuck out obscenely, begging to be tickled.

“Ms. Connor, I...” I stammered, “well ... I ... yes ... Yes! I’m a very horny ticklish girl!” I blurted out, rocking my foot to get some friction on my throbbing clit.

Where did that come from? I just told these two cute teens that I’m horny. And ticklish! AND a girl, not a woman! I didn’t understand what was happening to me. I was so humiliated, but I did it to myself this time. Why did I say I was horny?

The girls just stared for a moment, open mouthed. Then they burst out laughing.

Ms. Connor laughed with them for a moment, then said, “Suzy, wouldn’t it be fun it you played the tickle game with Sarah and Lisa? Let’s do it!” Ms. Connor directed. She started barking out the orders and soon the two girls were sitting in chairs next to each other and I was standing a few feet in front of them, a foot or two out of their reach.

I thought to myself, “They aren’t really going to tickle me, are they? Not right here in front of all these people.” I’m not sure what was making me hornier, the anticipation of being tickled in public, or being treated like a child by these goth teens. Either way, my thighs were slippery with my juices, nearly down to my knees. I’m sure my wetness was visible to the girls below the hem of my dress.

“Closer!” Sarah ordered and I took a baby step toward the girls.

“Closer!” Lisa ordered next, wiggling her tickle finger in my direction. I took another baby step forward.

The teens were shouting their orders loudly and soon everyone in the nearby tables was watching the show.

“Closer!” They both shouted together. I was torn. I didn’t want to be tickled. But I also didn’t want to prolong this display any longer than necessary. I decided to just get it over with and took a big step forward. Both girls reached out and started tickling. My belly and ribs were under assault as I twisted and wiggled to avoid the tickling. I’m sure I was making quite a show for the audience.

“Hahaha ... Heeheehee ... Hahahaha...” I laughed as the girls attacked. Every so often one of their hands would slip up to touch a tit or down to slide over my mound. The tickling was too overpowering a feeling for me give it more than passing notice. Were they doing it on purpose, though?

I wiggled myself away and took a moment to catch my breath and adjust my dress. God! My pussy was nearly visible!

“One more time. Hands over your head this time,” Ms. Connor ordered, as she came over to me. She grabbed first my right hand and then my left pulling them up and holding them over my head.

“Closer!” The girls shouted.

I started to take a small step forward only to feel Ms. Connor’s knee push my bottom forward and I stumbled into the girls’ tickle zone. Immediately, the girls started on my exposed armpits.

“Whoaaahaahaa ... hehehehe ... hahahaha...” I howled. I tried to escape, but Ms. Connor held my wrists like a vice and her knee pushing my butt kept me off balance. I was at their mercy.

They tickled me all over. My pits to the backs of my knees were attacked and everything in between. After a minute or two, they made no pretense of accident as they touched my tits, ass and pussy freely.

The left strap of my dress finally tore, and my tit was nearly exposed. The fabric got caught up on my swollen nipple, saving its exposure to the crowd. I also felt the hem of my dress creeping up. I’m sure it was well above both my ass and pussy. Being situated as I was, between Ms. Connor and the girls, no one was able to get a good look at my nakedness.

After a few minutes the torture ended and Lisa said, “Hey! Let’s go to the family restroom. It’s big and we can have some privacy.”

“Awesome idea!” Sarah replied and the girls high-fived.

“Wait. Ms. Connor,” I tried to be the voice of reason. “Don’t we need to get to the dress shop now?”

“That’s a great idea, girls” Ms. Connor said, ignoring my protest. “Suzy, get these tables cleared.” I was barely able to get my hem down below my pussy and I had to hold the strap to keep my left tit covered as I cleared the mess. Once I was done, we headed to the family restroom.

We entered and Ms. Connor locked the door. The room was large, and we all fit in comfortably. Inside there was a sink, toilet and baby changing station.

“Sarah,” Lisa said, “Did you feel how wet she is?”

“I know,” Sarah replied, “My fingers got soaked!”

Ms. Connor was rummaging around in her bag. She turned her head to look in my direction. “Strip naked,” She said.

“Does she do whatever you say?” Lisa asked.

“She’d better,” Ms. Connor answered. All I could do was blush, kick my shoes off and pull my ruined dress over my head.

Ms. Connor found what she was looking for. She pulled a small plastic bag out of her bag that contained a bunch of feathers. I remembered those from last night and groaned.

Again, Ms. Connor knew exactly what she wanted and started to bark out the orders. She whispered some of the instructions in the girls’ ears, which concerned me. In short order, I was bent over at the waist with my crossed arms resting on the toilet. Legs spread wide. Lisa was laying beneath me between my spread legs. My tits dangled above her face. Sarah kneeled behind me.

Sarah said, “God! Her clit is huge!”

“So are her nipples,” Lisa added.

“And very, VERY ticklish,” Ms. Connor said as she handed the girls the feathers.

I was so humiliated to be positioned in this way for the girls’ entertainment. The humiliation made me horny. My nipples and clit anticipated the feathers. I’d given up any hope of resisting. It’s been less than 24 hours since my ordeal started, and I’d already resigned myself to be treated any way Ms. Connor wanted. I was a humiliation slut. HER humiliation slut.

“If I’m good, maybe she’ll let me cum,” I thought. But I didn’t have much time to think.

“Lisa. Go!” Ms. Connor shouted, and Lisa started tickling the undersides of my tits with her feathers.

“Hahaha ... Heeheehee ... Hahahaha...” I laughed and my nipples stiffened. Lisa made circles around my tits with the feathers, slowly coming closer to my nipples.

“Please ... Hahaha ... Heeheehee ... Hahahaha ... Please...” I begged between laughs. “Please ... tickle ... my ... n ... n ... nipples! Hahaha ... Heeheehee ... Hahahaha...”

Not only had I given in. Not only had I humiliated myself in front of these girls. Now I was begging for it. Begging to be treated like a slut. Begging to be humiliated.

“Not yet,” Ms. Connor ordered. “Sarah. Go!” And I immediately felt two feathers start to run up and down the outside of my pussy.

“Oooooo ... hoooo ... hooo...” I uttered and tried to move my hips to get the feathers on my engorged clit. Sarah managed to keep them on my lips and mound only. “Myyyy ... clit ... my clit needs it!” She kept moving the feathers closer and closer to my clit, but always pulled them away before touching it.

“Put your head down on the toilet seat. Reach back and spread your cheeks,” I heard Ms. Connor order. It took some doing considering the tickling onslaught I was enduring. Eventually, I was able to comply.

I felt a finger spreading lubrication around my asshole and assumed it was Ms. Connor. She was the only one with a free hand at the moment.

“Don’t you dare cum without permission,” Ms. Connor ordered as I heard a buzzing sound and then felt what was obviously a vibrator working around the outside of my asshole.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh ... Mmmmmmmm ... Please...” My mind was in a blur and I could barely think about anything other than the feeling of the feathers and vibrator.

“When I say three. One ... Two ... Three!” Ms. Connor counted and all at once, the feathers landed on my nipples and clit and the vibrator slid into my asshole.

All I could manage was a guttural moan the likes of which never came out of my mouth before. Ms. Connor got into a slow rhythm of pumping the vibrator in and out of my asshole as the girls assaulted my nipples and clit.

After a couple of minutes, Lisa dropped her feathers and started squeezing my nipples hard. Sarah also dropped her feathers and eventually had most of one of her hands up my pussy while stroking my clit with the other.

“Pllllleeeeeeeaseeeee ... Ms. Connor ... I ... I’m ... I can’t ... Please...” I couldn’t hold out any longer. “I’m cumming! Cumming like a slut!” I screamed as wave after wave came over me.

I fell to my knees, but Ms. Connor and the girls adjusted, and my shame continued. I was cumming harder than ever. But I was cumming without permission. I was a naughty girl. A naughty little humiliation slut who cums without permission. And the thought made me cum harder.

“You ... naughty ... little ... cunt!” Ms. Connor uttered and shoved the vibrator up my asshole in time with her admonishment.

When the waves subsided, I rolled over onto my back on the bathroom floor - a naked ball of sweat and pussy juice. All I could do was breath and with each exhale say, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry,” Ms. Connor said, “You will be sorry when we get home. Girls, feel free to use her mouth if you want to get off.”

“I do!” Lisa said, jumping up. She quickly kicked off her black Converse sneakers, yanked her stretch pants off and straddled my head. I was surprised to see that her pussy was ungroomed. She wasn’t quite as hairy as I had been, but she did have a thick black bush. She reached between her legs to spread her lips apart and lowered her pussy onto my mouth.

I didn’t have to do much other than stick my tongue out and stiffen it. The girl humped my face good and before long I felt her juices flow as she moaned through her orgasm. Good thing she didn’t last too long, as I was having trouble breathing near the end as she ground into my face.

“Can I? Can I hump her instead?” Sarah said as she started to undress.

“Of course!” Ms. Connor said. “She’s yours to do what you want with.”

To my surprise, Sarah didn’t just bare her pussy. She stripped completely naked. She had cute little B-cup titties with little pink nipples. Her pussy was ungroomed as well. I wondered if that was a goth thing as She sat between my legs and scooted her crotch in near mine. I was still out of breath from being smothered by Lisa and leaned my head up to watch her lift my right leg over her left. She put her right leg over my left and scooted in further until our pussies touched.

She used my pussy hard, grinding herself into me and humping roughly.

I was sliding back, so Ms. Connor came around and held my shoulders down. Sarah was able to hump as hard as she wanted without having to chase me around the floor.

“Her clit is so fucking big and hard!” She said as she adjusted herself so that my clit entered her, and she fucked it.

I felt another orgasm building in me, but I didn’t want to be naughty again. I humped Sarah back for all I was worth, trying to make her cum before I did.

It didn’t take much longer. I was spared the humiliation of cumming without permission for a second time as Sarah’s body all of a sudden went stiff as she started cumming. After a moment she resumed her humping as her orgasm washed over her. Finally, she slowed down eventually stopped.

“Oh my God,” Sarah said breathlessly. “That was awesome!”

“You’re doing that with me when we get home!” Lisa said.

Ms. Connor told the girls to get cleaned up and dressed, which they did. She told me to stay naked for now and had me give the girls my phone number. I did and they added me to their phones. Something told me I’d be getting a lot of naughty texts between them and Ms. Chelsea. Also, a lot of horny teen pussy needing attention at my house.

The girls finished up. We said our goodbyes and they exited the restroom.

“How dare you embarrass me like that in front of those girls?” Ms. Connor chided me. “Can’t you control that horny pussy of yours?”

All I could do was hold my head down in shame.

“I’ll punish you for this some other time,” she added. I had no doubt. I deserved it. Something told me that I’d be getting many more punishments at her hands in the future.

Ms. Connor pulled her sports bra up, exposing her tits and shoved her yoga pants down to her ankles. “Why should I be the only one who didn’t get to cum in this bathroom?” She asked as she grabbed the vibrator.

She had me get back down on the floor, laying on my back. Grabbing the sink with her left hand, she lowered her crotch down over my face. She clicked the vibrator on and started working it over her clit.

“Tongue fuck me,” she ordered, and I shoved my tongue up her pussy.

She really loved barking out the orders and kept telling me how to lick and suck her pussy. Eventually she had me shove two fingers up her pussy and lick her asshole while she worked her clit with the vibrator. She came hard grinding her asshole down hard against my mouth.

Satisfied, she got up and started getting cleaned up. When she was done at the sink, she pulled her clothes back into place.

She looked at me. “You’re a fucking mess!”

I looked in the mirror and had to agree. My heart sank. Would I really be made to walk around the mall looking like this? I had girl-cum all over my face and in my hair. My make-up had been humped right off my face.

“OK,” Ms. Connor said kindly, “I guess you better get cleaned up.”

“Oh, Ms. Connor,” My heart leaped up into my throat. I was filled with gratitude that she would let me fix myself. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” I went to give her a hug, but she pushed me away with a sick look on her face. I guess I didn’t blame her for not wanting a hug from me in my disgusting state.

“Just make it quick,” she said and left the restroom.

I tried to hurry and washed as best I could in the sink. I fixed my hair and just put on some lip gloss, not wanting to make Ms. Connor wait for me. I found a safety pin in my bag and fixed the shoulder strap of my dress. I used up all the paper towels up before my body was dry, so I was still wet when I put my dress back on. It clung to my nakedness and became lewdly transparent over my tits.

I finished up. I thought about having a pee but didn’t. One, I didn’t have permission; and two, I wasn’t outside. I thought that maybe I could get away with it, I but thought better of it. Especially since Ms. Connor was so kind to let me get cleaned up.

I took one more look in the mirror. I looked like a perfect little humiliation slut. Oddly, that made me feel satisfied.

I left the restroom and stood in front of Ms. Connor.

“Much better,” she said. “Wait.”

She unfastened the safety pin holding my shoulder strap together. The strap slipped off my shoulder down my back. The front of the dress dipped down and my left tit was nearly exposed.

“I like it better that way.” She said.

I liked it better that way too, I thought. Did I like being exposed? No. It was humiliating to be exposed in this way. I liked it better because Ms. Connor liked it better.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the dress shop.

Chapter 6

We passed by a few nice dress shops and department stores. I guess Ms. Connor wasn’t looking for a “nice” dress shop. But then we also passed by the one that has the slutty dresses in the window. The type of dresses the young girls wore out to clubs. I was getting confused.

When we exited the mall entirely, I was dumbfounded. “I ... I don’t need to pee, Ms. Connor.” I said meekly.

“Good,” She replied. “Get in the car. I’ll drive.”

“But ... But I ... I thought...”

Ms. Connor stopped walking in the middle of the parking lot. She pulled my elbow to turn me around facing her. “Don’t think. You’ll hurt your brain. Just do what you’re told.” She paused staring me in the eye, her face just a few inches from mine. “Now...” She spoke slowly emphasizing each syllable. “Get ... In ... The ... FUCK ... Ing ... Car!”

With that, she reached down with her free hand and yanked the hem of my dress up to my waist, exposing my ass and pussy. Once I recovered from the lightning bolt that hit my clit, I looked around to see a few people walking toward the mall entrance, but they weren’t paying us any attention. I headed toward the car and Ms. Connor released my elbow. I walked quickly but didn’t dare pull my hem down. I used the remote to unlock the doors and entered the passenger side.

Ms. Connor, walking at a normal pace, finally arrived at the driver’s door, but she didn’t enter. I sat for a moment wondering. She then bent to look in the window, tapped the glass and asked me to come open the door for her.

God. She knew how to make my clit jump. With my dress still around my waist, I got out. I shuffled around the car in my new heels and opened the door for her.

“That’s better,” she said as she got in. I closed the door, shuffled back around toward the passenger side.

Half-way around, I heard a boy’s voice call out, “Mommy, she’s naked!”

I didn’t pause to look and just got in the car, breathing heavily.

“Take that disgusting dress off,” Ms. Connor ordered, and I complied immediately – without thinking. After all, I was told not to think. “Put your shoes in the back seat,” was her next command, which I followed without question. I was completely naked.

Ms. Connor pulled the car out of the parking spot and pulled up to the entrance of the mall. “Toss the dress in the trash over there,” pointing to a trash can near the entrance.

I waited a moment for an opportunity to do as I was told without anyone seeing me. Once the coast was clear, I jumped out of the car. I draped the dress over my nakedness and with only being covered a bit in front, ran over to the trash can. It was about a twenty-foot scamper. I balled the dress up and tossed the last article of clothing I owned into the trash.

As I let go of the garment, a terrifying thought came into my mind. What if Ms. Connor pulled the car away? I’d be outside in public, completely naked with no where to run. No where to hide. I panicked at the thought and quickly draped my left arm over my tits. My right hand shot down to cover my bald pussy. I was so soaking wet down there that my hand slipped down. My fingers ran over my big horny clit and right into my gaping pussy.

I hardly noticed the group of teens barge out of the mall entrance. They didn’t notice the naked mom off to their right as they headed out to their car.

The combination of the thoughts of Ms. Connor driving off and me being caught naked by these teens with the unexpected stimulation to my clit and pussy overwhelmed me. I totally lost all sense of normalcy and gave in to the humiliation slut that was always inside me. It was deep inside at one time, but right out in the open today.

I squeezed my nipple hard and vigorously started pumping my fingers in and out of my dripping pussy. I shoved the heel of my hand roughly into my clit with each thrust of my fingers. It only took two or three thrusts before my orgasm hit me. I kept my mouth closed tightly to prevent screaming my indignity out to the world.

“MMMMFFFFFF ... UNGHHHH ... MMMMM ... MMMMM ... MMMM...” I moaned as wave after wave hit me. I was completely naked in public, masturbating and cumming like a total slut. And I came hard. Harder than I’d ever cum. I shot my left hand out to grab the trash can and slowly fell to my knees, my fingers never leaving my horny pussy. My left hand then fell to the ground and I spread my knees working my pussy to prolong my orgasm. Finally, the waves subsided, and I came to my senses.

“Oh my GOD!” I cried as I recovered. I stumbled to my feet and breathlessly made my way back to the car. I climbed in and slammed the door shut.

“What the FUCK was that?” Ms. Connor asked. I think even she was shocked by my display.

“I ... I...” I tried to apologize, but I was too winded to even talk.

“That’s two! Two times you came without permission. Look at you. You still can’t bring yourself to take your fingers out of your slutty pussy, can you?”

Her words made me realize that my fingers didn’t leave my pussy the whole time. I put my head down. I couldn’t look at her as I withdrew my fingers. They were soaked.

“Clean them,” she ordered.

I opened the glove box to grab the baby wipes, but she stopped me by grabbing my wrist. She pulled my hand up toward my mouth and I didn’t resist her. I put my fingers in my mouth and cleaned my pussy juice off them. My pussy tasted dirty; unlike the clean, young teen pussy I’d licked earlier.

Ms. Connor let go of my wrist and my hand fell into my lap. She drove out of the parking lot and onto the main road. I was aware of my nakedness as we drove and slouched down in the seat as far as my seatbelt would allow. I guessed that no one could really tell that I was naked, so I made no effort to cover myself. Ms. Connor would probably not like that anyway.

She drove into the industrial section of town and weaved her way toward the seedier section. We drove passed the machine shops, warehouses and occasional strip bar. She pulled into the parking lot of a large adult super store. I’d seen the billboard on the interstate for this place, but I had never been here. There were a couple of cars in the parking lot, but Ms. Connor drove around back. She stopped near the rear entrance, which was obviously there for employees only.

On the one hand, I was concerned with why she had chosen this place and what would happen to me here. On the other hand, if I was going to be naked and abused, at least I wasn’t in a family friendly mall. I thought that I should take Ms. Connor’s earlier advice and stop thinking. What did it matter anyway? Ms. Connor didn’t care what I thought.

“Let’s go,” she said but she just sat in her seat.

It took me just a second to realize that she was waiting for me to come and open her door for her. I did so and she exited the car.

She pulled a set of keys out of her bag an unlocked the back door. We entered to the stock room. Basically, just boxes everywhere. “Wait here,” she ordered and went out into the main shop area. I did what I was told and stood there waiting. Naked. I wanted to touch my pussy again, but I didn’t. I was in enough trouble already.

Looking around, I noticed a clothes rack with various slutty outfits hanging on it. I also noticed among the boxes a bunch of different sex toys. Looking to my left, I found the S&M stock section and looked quickly away after catching a glimpse of a studded leather paddle hanging on a hook.

I heard a familiar voice, “Well, well. Look who we have here.”

I turned to find a familiar face. It was Tanya, the black cheerleader that participated in my daughter’s initiation last night. She was wearing tight, black yoga pants and a black studded corset. Her matching black heels were similar to the ones I tried on earlier but could not walk in. She walked comfortably in them. Out of reflex, I started to cover my naked tits and pussy.

“No, no, no,” she said as she walked over. She pulled my hands to my sides and I didn’t resist. She towered over me in her heels, especially since I was still barefoot. “There’s no need for modesty between us. We’re old friends, aren’t we? Aren’t we, Duck Dynasty?”

I remembered getting that nickname last night when my hairy pussy was revealed to the girls. But it wasn’t hairy now. Still, being called that by a teen made me squirm in embarrassment. It also reminded me of Ms. Connor’s orders to keep my pussy bald from now on.

Ms. Connor poked her head into the stock room, laughing. “I don’t think that nickname applies any more. Come on. Let’s go shopping,” she said. “Oh, by the way,” she added, “I own this shop. It was my Dad’s and he left it to me when he died last year. Tonya works for me.”

Tonya held my hand and led me to my next adventure. Stepping out of the stock room, there was a fitting room on my left and restroom on my right. We walked through the short hall between them and into the shop. The main shop area was separated into sections by moveable walls, the type you find in offices that separate cubicles.

On my immediate left was a sex toy section. A cheesy looking man was examining a penis pump as we walked by. He didn’t look up, so I went by unnoticed. The section on my immediate right was hidden by high walls. A sign hung from the ceiling that read “Kinky”. We walked by those two sections toward the front of the store.

In front, the lingerie section was on my right and dresses and outfits were on my left. Two young girls were shopping in the lingerie section. I’m sure they had to be at least eighteen years old to be in the store.

Tonya pulled me into the dress section, which was empty until the three of us walked in. “God!” I thought to myself. “Is this the stuff I’m going to have to wear?” The outfits I saw were barely better than being naked.

The sales counter was in front of the dress section. A young girl stepped out from behind the counter, “Wow! Ms. Tonya,” she said giggling, “She really IS naked!”

I blushed, noticing that she referred to Tonya as Ms. I was getting used to the hierarchy among Ms. Connor’s stable of girls and knew that this girl was below Tonya in the pecking order.

The brown-haired girl was wearing a tight red dress that looked like it came off one of the racks in the store. It was very short and low cut. She didn’t have much on top, but what she had was pushed up and into view by what I assumed was a push-up bra.

“Don’t be rude. Introduce yourself,” Ms. Connor ordered and nudged me with her elbow.

“Oh ... I’m sorry. I’m Ms ... my name is ... I’m Susan Gle...” I stammered through my more formal names and remembered what Ms. Connor wanted me to be called. “I’m ... Suzy,” I said and extended my hand.

The girl gently shook my offered hand, giggling. “My name is Giggles,” more giggles. “I bet you can guess why.”

“Giggles here is almost as ticklish as you are, Suzy.” Ms. Connor said. I blushed a deeper red and Giggles giggled some more. “You keep an eye on the store while Tonya and I help Suzy here. As you can see, she needs some new clothes.”

“She sure does,” Giggles replied and stepped back behind the counter.

Ms. Connor grabbed a package of black stretch pants from a display rack. “Try these on for size,” she said. “Tonya, pick out a few dresses. You know what I like.” Apparently, I was here to be shopped for, not to shop for myself.

“Yes, Ms. Connor,” Tonya said and moved over to the racks.

I took the tights from Ms. Connor and started toward the dressing room.

She grabbed my elbow. “Where are you going? You’re already naked. Try them on here.”

“Yes. Ms. Connor,” I answered. “Of course. How silly of me. I don’t need to go to the fitting room if I’m already naked.” Giggles’ giggling was getting a little annoying.

I looked at the package and noticed that the size was one smaller than I usually wore. I told Ms. Connor, but she said that I should try them on anyway. I opened the package and put one foot in, then the other. I started to pull them up, but only got them to mid-thigh before stopping. I looked at Ms. Connor, but I didn’t want to get her angry.

She noticed that I stopped trying, walked over and grabbed the tights. She roughly yanked them up, first one side, then the other until she finally got them over my hips and up to my waist. They were very tight and snug up against my pussy.

“This will work. Giggles. Grab two pairs of each color in size small for Suzy and put them behind the counter for her,” Ms. Connor ordered, and Giggles snapped to it.

Ms. Connor took a red, satin corset from a rack. “Put this on,” She ordered. “And, yes, I know it will be on the tight side.”

The garment had hooks in the front and supportive underwire to keep things in place. I wrapped it around myself and struggled to get it in place. Ms. Connor suggested that I start at the bottom and work my way up. I did as I was told and was able to get all the hooks connected. I felt my tits pushed all the way up, and though my nipples were covered, I could see plenty of exposed tit-flesh.

“Put these heels on,” Ms. Connor said as she handed me a pair of red platform sandals, similar to ones we bought at the shoe shop, but with higher heels and platform.

I did as I was told and felt six inches taller.

“Come,” she ordered. “Hold onto my shoulder. I don’t want you to twist your ankle on those heels.”

She led me to the corner of the room where there was a set of mirrors that let you see yourself from all angles. She helped me step up onto the platform that was in front of the mirrors. When I looked up, I didn’t recognize the person I saw reflected back to my eyes.

First, what I saw was a hooker, ready to turn tricks on the corner. But the hooker would be younger. Then I saw the truth. A soccer mom who was made to dress like a slut. One who did so willingly because she was ordered to dress that like one. One who should have been humiliated to be dressed like this.

I was humiliated. Every inch of what I saw in the mirror shouted slut. A mother shouldn’t be dressed like this. My mind separated the slut I saw in the mirror from reality and convinced me that I was looking at a different person.

I saw feet in heels that only a stripper would wear. Strappy heels so that as much of her feet were naked as possible.

Looking up a bit, the stretch pants started at mid-calf and accented every curve of her legs. They got a little more transparent as they spread up and around her hips. I now knew clearly what was meant when a woman had a camel toe. The pants were tight around my pussy and up between my lips. My swollen clit was even outlined.

Looking up further, a bit of bare belly flesh was visible before the bottom of the corset started just above her belly button. I never went out with my belly button exposed. I never even wore a bikini. The corset produced a nice hourglass shape. As my eyes wondered up, the satin material allowed her stiff nipples to poke out obscenely. That’s what a slut’s nipples are supposed to look like. Everyone is supposed to see how hard and horny they are.

The slut in the mirror’s tits were spilling out of the top of the corset. Obviously, her tits were supposed to spill out. Sluts show their tits off, don’t they?

“Perfect!” Ms. Connor said. “Turn around,” she ordered and held my hand as I slowly turned to see the slut in the mirror from every angle. The tight stretch pants molded her ass perfectly. The seam was deeply buried between her cheeks. The fabric was stretched thin and more transparent on her ass then anywhere else.

I completed the full 360 degree turn and faced the slut in the mirror again.

“Come,” Ms. Connor said and started to pull me down from the platform.

“Wait. Can I look for a minute?” I said and Ms. Connor released my hand. I noticed a coy smile on her face in the mirror as she allowed me to take the sight in.

My mind’s eyes looked at the humiliation slut in the mirror from a new perspective. Less so from what I saw and more so to what I didn’t see. The slut wasn’t “perfect,” as Ms. Connor said. There were a lot of things missing.

Her hair was a mess. She needed her hair fixed. No ... She needed a slutty hair style. Her typical soccer mom hair wouldn’t fit with this outfit. That slut needs to get to the hair salon.

She had virtually no make-up on. The slut needed make-up. Not that she didn’t have natural beauty, but she needed her make-up to say something like, “I’m a slut, humiliate me!” She would have to get some help at the department store’s make-up counter. She had no idea how to apply that kind of make-up.

Her pink fingernail polish didn’t match this outfit at all. Her polish was supposed to match her outfit. Her toenails weren’t even polished. She needed a serious manicure and pedicure. Her calloused heels wouldn’t cut it in her new shoes. If her feet would be naked, they needed to be attractive. Who wants to look at cruddy feet on a slut?

The slut had no jewelry on. Everyone knows that sluts wear gaudy jewelry. She needs to go to the costume jewelry store that the teens shop in to get some.

Something else was missing. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was. My mind heard a muffled voice from somewhere distant, “We need to take you to get your bellybutton pierced. Maybe get some other places pierced.” Of course! Piercings! The slut needs piercings.

I stumbled on my heels for a moment. The abrupt motion snapped me out of my daydream. I came to the realization that this wasn’t some street walker I was looking at in the mirror. It was me. Tears formed in my eyes.

“I ... I can’t ... Please,” I stumbled for the right words. “Is this how I’m going to dress from now on? Like a slut?”

“Don’t you just love it?” Ms. Connor said, not really answering my question.

She slapped my ass and I nearly fell over. Ms. Connor grabbed my hand to steady me and I stepped down from the platform.

“Oh my God! She looks awesome!” Tonya squealed. Ms. Connor had me turn to show off every angle to Tonya.

Giggles whistled from behind the counter and giggled away. “Sexy girl,” she said.

“Mind your business, you!” Ms. Connor snapped at Giggles. The girl shut up quick.

Tonya pointed out a rack with about a dozen dresses she picked out for me to try on. Ms. Connor looked them over and rejected a couple. They were all very short. Most looked like they’d be very tight. Some were very see-through. She had Tonya grab push-up bras of different colors from the lingerie section. The ones she came back with clearly wouldn’t cover my nipples.

From there the scene repeated itself over and over. I stripped naked. I put the next dress on with or without a matching bra as needed. I stepped on the platform to look at myself in the mirror – turning to see every angle. I even started to ignore the other customers in the store. Some pretended I wasn’t there. Some shopped around and tried to hide the fact that they were peeping at the me. Some just gawked until Ms. Connor told them to move along.

The dresses barely covered my ass and pussy. For the low-cut dresses I wore the push-up bra to make sure as much of my tits showed as possible.

As I looked at dress after dress, my mind convinced me that I was the slut in the mirror. Not that it was me in the mirror, but that I was the slut. I was the one wearing these hooker dresses. I was the one that had come to grips with it. Accept it. Embrace it. Live it. Or could I? Which way was this going to go? Why didn’t I just get in my car right now and drive home. There was something going on here that I wanted. Needed. I was learning more about myself minute by minute. Dress by dress.

I also kept harping on the fact that my hair wasn’t done. I needed make-up and jewelry. My feet were a calloused mess. My hair, make-up, feet. Not some slut I was looking at. Mine. I wasn’t complete yet. How would Ms. Connor ever be satisfied until I was complete? Would it be more humiliating if I was a complete slut, or if I was a mess? Would she take me to get pierced today?

Tonya’s voice snapped be back to the present. “Wouldn’t this be a perfect little cheerleader outfit for Tissues?”

What Tanya was holding up may have passed for a large tissue. What little there was of the white teddy was completely see-through – much more so than the swimsuit cover I wore to the mall. Spaghetti straps would hold it up over her shoulders. It was high cut at the hips and low cut at the neckline. There wasn’t even a cotton crotch panel to cover the pussy.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t hear Ms. Connor’s response. My mind shifted to a vision of my fifteen-year-old daughter at the center of the cheerleading line-up wearing this humiliating outfit. She’d be doing her cheers virtually naked in front of everyone. All of her humiliating secrets would be on full display to all. Everyone would see that she had absolutely no tits, just her giant nipples would be on display. I’m sure the humiliation would have them rock hard, as they were last night. Her bald pussy would be clearly visible and when she did her splits, everyone would see her giant clit. The clit that was twice the size as mine. Two inches long and an inch thick. As if the garment wasn’t sheer enough, the wetness of her pussy would make it completely invisible. She’d be naked for the world to see.

Would she be like me and allow herself to be treated that way? I nearly came thinking about it.

I think I surprised everyone, including myself, when I whispered in answer to Tonya, “Yes. It’s perfect for her. Please put it with my things at the counter.”

I wanted to see her humiliated, especially after the way she treated me last night. She insisted on severe punishments for me, even though it meant that she would get double. She shamelessly humped my pussy until we both shamed ourselves with our massive simultaneous orgasms. Her pussy ejaculated when she came. Mine doesn’t do that. How dare she have better cums than I have? Maybe wearing that outfit for cheering will make her squirt her pussy cum right through the crotch so everyone can see what a humiliation slut she is. God! I wanted my pussy to squirt right then and there.

“OK. That’s enough for today. I think Suzy here has enough clothes for now. Take that dress off and give it to Giggles Take those shoes off for now, too.” I did as I was told. I thought I might be able to wear one of the dresses home, but it looked like I would stay naked.

“Ms. Connor? I ... I...” For some reason I couldn’t talk to Ms. Connor without stammering. I cleared my throat and hoped that some day I’d be more comfortable with her. “You didn’t pick out any panties for me.”

Ms. Connor cracked up laughing. “Panties? You don’t get any panties. Your pussy stays naked. Always!”

They all had a good laugh as yet another lightning bolt hit my clit. Good thing the heels were off, or I might have fallen over.

Ms. Connor, still laughing, said, “Giggles. Come around here and show Suzy your panties.”

Giggling all the way, the girl came out from behind the counter and hiked her dress up to her belly button. “I don’t have any!” she said happily, shaking her hips back and forth with her legs spread.

Her bald little pussy was on display. Her pussy was nothing like mine or my daughter’s. All you could see were her mound and outer lips. Her inner lips and clit were completely hidden. All I could think about was spreading it wide to see it all and giving it a kiss. Twenty-four hours ago, I’d have been repulsed by the thought.

Looking a little closer, I saw vertical red lines along her outer lips and mound. I bit my lower lip thinking about her little pussy getting punished. Obviously, it had been recently. Would they let me watch next time? Are they going to punish my pussy too? My pussy deserved to be punished didn’t it? I came twice today without permission, didn’t I?

“OK, Giggles,” Ms. Connor interrupted the fun. “Pack this stuff up and put it in the trunk of the car out back. Use Suzy’s credit card. Give her the employee discount. Then get back to work. We’ll be unavailable for a bit.”

“Yes, Ms. Connor,” giggles replied and started ringing up my purchases.

Then turning to me and Tonya, Ms. Connor ordered, “Let’s go.” She led the way. I followed her and Tonya came up behind me. She squeezed and slapped my butt cheeks as we walked back into the storeroom. Ms. Connor locked the door when we got in. She opened the back door and held it open.

“Go pee,” She ordered.

I wasn’t desperate to go, so I said, “I’m OK, Ms. Connor. I can wait till we get home.”

“We’re not going home, yet. I thought I told you not to think. Now go pee and get back in here.”

I went out and looked around. The back of the store was secluded. A high, slatted chain link fence surrounded the area and there was a small dumpster near the far corner. I did notice a security camera attached to the building. I didn’t know if it was recording or not. I walked out toward the dumpster, squatted down and peed. Again, my pee splashed my feet and lower legs. Again, it leaked down my thighs. Again, I had nothing to wipe with. Again, I thought about having to pee like this from now on.

I stood and headed back toward the door when I noticed Ms. Connor standing with a garden hose in her hand. She turned on the spigot and water gushed out of end of the hose. I stopped for a moment, then realized that I was thinking again. “Don’t think,” I remembered to myself and continued over to where Ms. Connor stood.

The water was ice cold and she hosed down my legs and feet. She had me pick up my feet one at a time to rinse the soles. Then she made me bend over and touch the ground with my hands. She hosed off my dirty pussy and thighs. She had me stand outside with my legs spread to drip dry a bit. “OK,” she said. “Back inside.”

“Tonya, help me here,” she said as she started to slide a pile of boxes along the floor. Tonya gave her a hand and I saw a trap door come into view. Ms. Connor grabbed the ring and pulled the door open. She flicked a switch on the wall and light shone from the hidden basement.

When she started down the stairs she said, “This is the best part of the shop!”

Tonya slapped my butt, “Go ahead.”

I started down the steep wooden stairs, glad that I didn’t have my heels on. To say I was frightened was an understatement. I was terrified. I had no clue what I would find down those stairs and I was heading down them completely naked. I went down willingly. No one forced me. I had butterflies in my stomach and a quivering clit.

Chapter 7

Ms. Connor moved quickly down the stairs, which descended adjacent to the wall on the right. The original cinder block basement walls weren’t even painted, adding to the coldness I felt as I was ushered down the stairs by Ms. Tonya. I wasn’t physically cold. In fact, the air in the room didn’t contain the dampness or musty odor one might find in a basement. The coldness was more the unfriendly type.

I went down those stairs fully aware that my descent was more than a physical descent down to a basement. It was a descent of my character. A descent of my morality. A descent to a new, lower form of life for me. A descent to debauchery. A humiliating descent to servitude. A descent to the realization that I had betters – betters that deserved my obedience.

It was also a descent to abject horniness. I had massive climaxes over the last two days, more orgasms than I’ve had over the last few years. More intense orgasms than I’ve ever had. But they didn’t satisfy me. I needed more. Servitude and humiliation were my way to more massive climaxes – with permission, of course.

My mind clicked at that thought. Were the orgasms better with permission or better without it? Thinking back, I came hardest when being naughty. The most intense orgasms came when I didn’t have permission. The one outside the mall was the hardest I’d ever cum – by far. It was so humiliating not to be able to control myself. That must be it. Or was it knowing that I’d be punished for being naughty by Ms. Connor.

All those thoughts rushed through my mind before I’d gone far enough down the stairs to see what waited for me in the basement. When I descended to where my shoulders were even with the trap door, I stooped down to look into the room. What I saw put one thought in my mind. RUN!

I turned to head back up the stairs but only made it up one step before Ms. Tonya grabbed my wrists.

“You’re not going anywhere,” she said as she tried to turn me back around.

“No, no, no, no ... Please! No! Oh God, NO!” I shouted trying to free myself from Tonya’s grip. She was strong and held me tight. She was right. I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Get down the fucking stairs ... NOW!” I heard Ms. Connor shout from below.

I stopped struggling but didn’t stop pleading. “Please Ms. Tonya,” I said softly. “Please let me go. I’ll be good. I’ll do anything.”

“NOW!” Ms. Connor repeated.

“Anything,” I repeated. “Tissues ... My daughter ... You know ... I’ll bring her here instead ... Pleeeeeease let me go.” I started sobbing.

There it was. Without going down another step I gave up my daughter – my only child. I thought a moment about what just came out of my mouth. I couldn’t have been more ashamed of myself. But I didn’t take it back.

“Pleeeeeese...” was all I could say.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Ms. Connor said. She obviously heard me betray my daughter. “Tissues will be here soon enough.”

I knew I was trapped. I was naked. I didn’t have my bag or my car keys. I tried to trade the most valuable thing in my life - my daughter, but she wasn’t mine to trade. I certainly had no chance of overpowering the athletic Ms. Tonya. I stopped struggling and Ms. Tonya released her grip on my wrists. Defeated, I turned, sat down on the stairs and started crying.

Ms. Connor came up a few steps. She extended her hand to me, “Come,” she said calmly, “be a good girl.”

I took Ms. Connor’s offered hand, stood and allowed her to slowly start to lead me down the stairs. What choice did I have other than to trust her? I convinced myself in those few seconds that even if I managed to escape today, eventually, I’d be back.

As I descended the steps, the sight that caused my attempted escape came back into view. What I saw was the lower portion of the block wall. A rack had been secured there. Hanging on the rack were an assortment of paddles, floggers, whips and other punishment implements.

I stopped on the stairs and whimpered, “Please, Ms. Connor ... I’m ... I can’t...” But I couldn’t complete a thought.

“Don’t worry, Suzy,” She tried to comfort me by putting her arm around my waist. “All this isn’t for you.” Her words did comfort me and I took another step down when she added, “Not today, anyway.”

I dropped my eyes to my bare feet as they went down the stairs. I wasn’t ready to see any more. My mind raced with thoughts about my daughter as I took the last few steps to the cement basement floor. Would I really have sent Tissues to this fate to save myself? Would I have preferred the implements I saw to be used on her? She had no problem having me punished last night. If she were here now, would she have me punished to save herself? Would she participate in my punishment?

Ms. Connor led me toward the center of the room, and I allowed myself to look up at my surroundings. The room was about 20 feet square. The ceiling was open; nothing covered the joists and floorboards overhead. There was a rack in the shape of an X in one corner. In another corner, there was a gynecologist’s table, complete with stirrups and straps to hold the patient in place. Shackles hung from the ceiling in various places. There were racks on the walls adorned with all forms of punishment implements, many of which I could not determine their use. Other racks held sex toys of every shape and size. There was also a whole rack of implements that looked very ticklish – feathers and such.

I got very lightheaded all of a sudden and nearly fell over. Ms. Connor held me up by the elbow. I felt Ms. Tonya gently pull my right wrist over my head. I didn’t resist as she secured it to the padded shackle that hung there from the ceiling. I was now trapped. I was completely in Ms. Connor’s control. There were no decisions for me to make now. I couldn’t escape. If I screamed, no one would hear me – at least no one who could help me. That realization relaxed me. All I had to do now was take the punishment Ms. Connor decided that I deserved. Nothing more. It was easy for me now – emotionally easy anyway.

My left hand was gently pulled up and shackled over my head. Ms. Tonya grabbed a controller that was hanging nearby. She pushed a button and the shackles were drawn upward toward the ceiling until I was pulled upright on the balls of my feet – my heels about two inches off the floor. Stretched out completely.

“Don’t panic, Suzy,” Ms. Connor said, wiping the tears from my cheeks. “You’re going to get what you deserve. Nothing more, nothing less.”

I orgasmed without permission. One of those was clearly my fault. I masturbated outside the mall entrance when I tossed my dress in the trash. I came harder than I ever did in my life. I deserved to be punished for that. The other wasn’t my fault, was it? Ms. Connor was abusing my asshole with a vibrator while the goth girls were stimulating my nipples and clit. I couldn’t be blamed for that one. Could I? I couldn’t keep myself from cummng, could I? What did it matter? Ms. Connor ordered me not to cum, but I came anyway.

I came twice today without permission. It’s my fault. I’m a naughty humiliation slut. Now I would be punished for it.

“Please...” I whimpered, not entirely sure what I was pleading for. Was I pleading for mercy or to be punished properly?

Ms. Connor shot a look at Ms. Tonya. “What are YOU waiting for?” She asked.

Ms. Tonya snapped to attention momentarily before kicking off her heels. She unhooked her corset, releasing her perfect C-cup tits. Her black nipples were swollen long and thick. They shook obscenely as she wiggled out of her tight yoga pants revealing her lacy thong. The tiny pink panties stood out sharply against her dark skin. She stepped back into her heels and stood ready for her next orders.

I recalled Ms. Connor’s instructions to the girls last night. She insisted that they be topless in her presence.

“Start tickling her,” she ordered as she headed back up the stairs. “I’ll be right back.”

“Yes, Ms. Connor.” Ms. Tanya said and walked around behind me. A second later I felt her fingernails at the front of my hips. She let them linger while I squirmed a bit. I couldn’t move much. After a moment she slowly raked her nails up along my belly.

She was barely touching me with the tips of her nails. My belly quivered, and I begged, “Nooo hooo hooo hooo ... Please ... No more tickling!”

Once she reached the top of my belly, her nails moved to my sides and over my ribs. The slowness of her motion was maddening.

I started chuckling, “Hee hee hee...”

When her nails reached my armpits I erupted, “Haaa haaa haaa!”

Once she reached the tops of my pits, she attacked them in earnest, wiggling her nails over the most sensitive areas of my pits.

I was laughing uncontrollably at that point. Tickling is an amazing thing. Punishment was supposed to hurt, right? But this wasn’t hurting. It was making me laugh. Laughing is supposed to be a good thing. But now it was punishing. It was also humiliating to be stripped naked in front of my daughter’s teen girlfriend. I was at her mercy and she made me a squirming mess in a matter of seconds. I was certainly learning about the punishing nature of humiliation.

She raked her nails all over my body but avoided my tits and pussy. She even grabbed an ankle here and there to rake her nails over the sole of my foot and tickle under my toes.

After a couple of minutes, Ms. Tonya paused as we heard the sound of heels on the wooden stairs. I was breathing heavily as Ms. Connor came into view.

Ms. Connor’s black leather high-heel boots came into view first. Shiny chrome buckles ran up the sides of the boots, which finally ended above her knees. A couple of inches of bare thigh flesh ended where her black leather skirt started. A studded black leather bra completed her ensemble.

She pulled the trap door closed as she came down the steps. “I feel much better now,” she said as she ran her hands over her body and through her hair.

Ms. Connor looked amazing in her dominatrix outfit. Ms. Tonya was adorable in her lacy pink thong. I was a naked sweaty mess.

Ms. Connor walked over to the tickling implements. I noticed that her skirt was slit up both sides almost to her waist. Flashing a lot of thigh, she grabbed two paint brushes and walked around to face me.

“Ms. Connor ... P ... Please ... You’re so beautiful! P ... Please don’t tickle me ... I ... I ... I’ve had enough.” I stammered between deep breaths.

“You know, you deserve to be tickled,” she said like a mother talking down to her child. “Don’t you agree?”

I looked back and forth between Ms. Connor and Tonya. I looked them up and down as I huffed and puffed my reply.

“I ... I ... Can’t ... Please ... I ... I just ... Y ... Y ... Yes ... I do ... I deserve to be tickled...” I admitted. “But ... Huuut ... Huuut ... Haaa haaa haaa...” Ms. Connor didn’t let me continue and applied the paint brushes to my belly.

Ms. Tonya attacked my pits from behind again with a pair of pointy feathers.

“Haaa haaa haaa ... Heee heee heee...” I was a laughing sweaty mess in a matter of seconds. They continued for what seemed like hours, taking turns going over to the rack to pick out things to tickle me with. Ms. Connor had Ms. Tonya use a bar to spread my legs wide. She had to lower my wrists a bit so I could still support myself on my toes.

Ms. Connor instructed Tonya to tickle any place she wanted, but not my pussy. “I don’t want to make her cum yet,” she said. I hung on the word yet. Hoping that eventually she’s let me cum. Hoping she’d tickle my swollen clit until I exploded.

All manor if ticklish implements were used to torture and humiliate me. Feathers – including a feather duster, Q-tips, electric toothbrush, raccoon tail, and more were all used on my ticklish body. They ticked every inch of my body, except the place I needed tickled most. I laughed hysterically and was given very few breaks to catch my breath.

Ms. Tonya put what looked like a padded sawhorse behind me. She attached the spreader bar to another cable hanging from the ceiling. She and Ms. Connor worked the winches and moved the sawhorse into place under the small of my back. They pulled my legs up and back, totally exposing me to the tickling tools of their choice. Ms. Tonya even did raspberries on my belly and butt cheeks, making me howl.

They attacked my feet and toes. One held my toes wide apart while the other tickled between them. Or they pulled my toes back to tickle underneath them. When they were satisfied that they’d thoroughly tickled almost every inch of my body, Ms. Connor and Ms. Tonya stopped tickling. But not for long.

“Spread her asshole,” Ms. Connor ordered. Ms. Tonya came to my side, grabbed my cheeks and spread them for her coach. Three times she ordered for me to be spread wider. Ms. Tonya inched her fingers in close to my asshole and spread it wide.

Ms. Connor took a pointy feather and made circles around my asshole, slowly getting closer to the center, most sensitive folds of ticklish asshole flesh.

“Haaa haaa haaa...” I laughed. But as she got closer to the center of my asshole, my laughing turned to moaning.

She wiggled the tip of the feather directly on the center of my asshole. The stimulation was starting to bring my body toward orgasm, but it wasn’t enough to bring me over the edge. I knew I wasn’t allowed to cum, but I didn’t care. I needed it. I tried to wiggle my butt to get more friction on my asshole.

“Please...” I begged. “Please ... I need to cum ... May I please cum?”

Abruptly, the tickling stopped. “I think she’s had enough for now,” Ms. Connor said.

“No. Please don’t stop,” I continued begging. “I need to cum.”

“Not yet,” Ms. Connor said, leaving me frustrated but with hope that I may be allowed release soon.

She and Tonya stowed their tickle torture tools and worked the winches so that I was sitting on the sawhorse somewhat comfortably. It took a while for me to finally calm down and catch my breath from the long torture I’d endured. They still didn’t tickle my pussy. Didn’t let me cum.

Ms. Connor strapped a leather collar around my neck and attached a leash to it. Ms. Tonya went about removing the shackles and before long, I was free of them. Only the collar remained. Ms. Connor held the leash. No thoughts of escape crossed my mind. I would behave myself. Be a good girl. Do what I could to please Ms. Connor so she’d let me cum.

Ms. Connor led me around on the leash a bit. She grabbed a riding crop from the wall and used it to direct me, slapping my ass and thighs as she marched me around. I felt like I was being leash trained, like a dog. We finally ended up at the gynecologist’s table.

Like most women, I wasn’t a fan of this medical device. This one was more imposing than any I’ve seen in the past, due to the straps it had to hold its “patient” in place. Looking at the nearby wall, I noticed a variety of doctor’s implements. Ms. Connor was no doctor, so I imagined that the implements would be used to punish and humiliate.

“Have a seat,” she ordered.

Shaking with fear and anticipation, I did what I was told. She had me lay back and slip my hands into the straps that were on the sides of the table. Ms. Tonya tightened the straps on my wrists.

“Put your legs in the stirrups,” was her next order.

Again, I did what I was told and again, Ms. Tonya assisted. In short order, my legs were secured to the stirrups. They were pulled wide apart and back. They helped me skootch forward, so my butt was off the edge of the table. I was completely exposed, again. My pussy was wide open, and I could see that my clit was poking well out of its hood.

Once satisfied with my positioning on the table, Ms. Connor went to the rack and came back with two leather floggers. Handing one to Ms. Tonya, she said, “no exam for you today, Suzy. Maybe next time.”

SMACK!! Ms. Connor slapped my pussy with the flogger. The leather straps striking my lips and clit. I screamed. This flogger was more severe than the others that had been used on me before.

SMACK!! SMACK!! Ms. Tonya started flogging my tits.

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

They laid into the most sensitive parts of my body. As they did, Ms. Connor kept reminding me that I was being punished for cumming with out permission. I lost count of the number of slaps I received. Ms. Connor smacked my pussy, ass and thighs while Ms. Tonya smacked my tits and belly. I felt like I was being torn up. But, looking down when they stopped, my skin was beet red, but no welts had been raised.

I was getting what I deserved. It was my tits and pussy that were naughty; cumming without permission. It was only right that those were the parts being punished.

I thought the punishment was over when they stopped the flogging. But I was wrong. Ms. Connor put clamps on my nipples.

“Owww ... Owww...” I screamed. The clamps hurt but sent lightning bolts from my nipples down to my clit at the same time.

“Ahhh ... ahhh ... oooo...” I moaned as I got used to the clamps a bit.

I watched as Ms. Connor picked up a plastic ruler. She flexed it in her hands as she walked between my legs. She took aim, bent the ruler back and let go. It whipped forward and struck me right on the clit.

WHACK!!

“Ouch! Ahhh...” It hurt a little, much less than I expected, though.

It apparently hurt less than Ms. Connor expected, as well. She bent the ruler back further this time and released.

WHACK!!

“Ow ... Ow ... Ow...” That one hurt more.

Still not satisfied she pulled the ruler back even further. WHACK!!

I screamed as my clit really felt that one. Ms. Connor punished my clit a few more times. It hurt like hell, but I felt myself again rising toward orgasm.

“Please ... I ... I’m gonna cum ... I’m gonna cum ... Please.”

“Not yet,” Ms. Connor said again to my frustration. She whacked me with the ruler one last time, much harder than the rest. I was barely able to hold back my orgasm as my clit throbbed.

Ms. Connor barked out orders and Ms. Tonya obeyed. Her weighty tits bouncing around as she worked. I gasped when the nipple clamps were removed. The rush of blood allowed me to feel the pain and it hurt like hell. She unstrapped me from the table and helped me sit up and then stand.

“Suzy, show Ms. Tonya how much you appreciate her assistance with your punishment,” Ms. Connor said.

“Ooooo!” Tonya cooed. She quickly pulled her tiny pink panties down and off, then hopped up onto the table. She put her legs up onto the stirrups and skootched her butt forward.

I looked at Ms. Tonya’s black pussy lips then back to Ms. Connor. She nudged me toward the girl and said, “Go ahead. You know what to do.”

I squatted in front of Ms. Tonya’s pussy. I could see and smell her arousal, which added to my own arousal. Reaching out with a finger, I caressed her swollen pussy lips.

“Mmmmmm...” Ms. Tonya moaned.

“Thank you for helping to punish me, Ms. Tonya,” I said. “You punished me very well and I deserved every bit of it.”

Did I just say that? Did I thank an eighteen-year-old girl for punishing me? Ms. Connor hadn’t asked me to say anything, but I thought it was the right thing to do. You’re supposed to thank someone who helps you.

The other time’s I’d had to lick pussy over the last two days, it was forced onto my face. This time it sat there patiently waiting. I could look it over. Explore it. I used my fingers to spread Ms. Tonya open. Rub my fingertip over her cute little clit. Well, little compared to mine. Her asshole was black as night and I touched it, then worked just the tip in a bit and wiggled.

“Oh yes ... Mmmmm...” Ms. Tonya said.

Keeping my fingertip in her asshole, I leaned in and licked her pussy. I licked it from top to bottom slowly at first, but then faster. Her juices were flowing down to her asshole which allowed me to work my finger in and out a bit deeper.

I focused on her clit with my tongue and brought the fingers of my other hand to her pussy. Two fingers slid into her wet pussy easily.

“Ms. Connor ... I’m gonna cum ... I’m gonna cum ... Please...” She said, humping my fingers.

“Go ahead, Baby,” Ms. Connor said. “You’re allowed.”

Ms. Tonya instantly went over the edge.

“AAAAHHHHH ... AAAAHHHHH ... AAAAHHHHH...” she moaned loudly as the waves of her climax hit. Her pussy juices flowed freely as she came.

I was so focused on the black pussy and asshole I was servicing. I didn’t want to stop. Ms. Connor tapped my shoulder when Ms. Tonya’s orgasm subsided, and I pulled away. Her juices were dripping off my chin. Remembering how Ms. Connor had me clean myself up in the car earlier today, I licked and sucked my fingers clean. I moaned as the finger that was up Ms. Tonya’s asshole went into my mouth. The taste made me feel disappointed that I didn’t lick her asshole when I had the chance. I won’t let that happen next time.

Next time? Yes, I was looking forward to it. I knew I would be “thanking” many teen girls for helping punish me in the future.

“Tonya, go relieve Giggles for a while. Send her down here.”

“Yes, Ms. Connor,” she said and quickly got dressed and headed up the stairs.

“You’re doing well today, Suzy,” Ms. Connor said when we were alone. “I know this isn’t easy.”

“Thank you, Ms. Connor,” I responded. “I’m ... I’m trying ... It’s just...”

She interrupted, “Things are going much faster than I expected. I thought it would be a couple of weeks before I got you down here. But here we are. I guess we owe that to Debbie. Although, I’m still gong to punish those huge tits of hers for letting last night get out of hand.”

“I ... Ms. Connor, I think...” The thoughts in my head surprised me as the words came out of my mouth. “It was my fault. I should have let the girls listen to their music. I shouldn’t have barged in on them. I shouldn’t have tried to stop them from having their fun. After all, my daughter – Tissues. She deserves to be punished and humiliated.”

“Wow! Why do you say that?”

“Stuffing her bra is lying, isn’t it? She has no titties. She needs to come to grips with that and show the world.”

“True.”

“Her nipples are huge and so is her clit. She...”

Our conversation was interrupted by Giggles as she quickly descended the stairs.

“Oh my God! She’s naked!” I said and my clit throbbed.

“Of course, she is.” Ms. Connor explained. “You should be able to see how things work in my world by now, Suzy. There’re three levels. I’m level one. At the top. By myself. The girls from last night – Debbie, Tonya, Laia and Addie – are in the middle. They’re more dominant by nature, but they realize and accept my superiority. As a show of that realization, they stay topless for me. Giggles here, is at the third level. Completely submissive. She stays naked because I tell her to.”

“Yea ... Naked!” Giggles said and giggled away, seeming very happy in her position on the bottom rung of Ms. Connor’s ladder.

“She keeps her pussy bald for me and, she’s not allowed to have underwear. She doesn’t even own one pair of panties or one bra. Isn’t that right?”

“Right” Giggles giggled.

“I’m not sure where Tissues will fall yet. We’ll see,” Ms. Connor continued.

That surprised me. I thought Tissues was clearly level three. Then I thought about how she berated me last night and how she ordered me to be punished. Maybe she would be in the middle.

“I guess you know what level you’re at, right Suzy?”.

“At the bottom. Last,” I admitted. I thought for a minute, looking at Giggles. Her cute chubby little pussy was calling me. I didn’t feel even with her at all. “Maybe there’s another level. Under Giggles. I should be last. Totally last. It’s what I deserve. I’m a mess.”

“Well, that’s interesting. I’ll give it some thought. At any rate...” she said but didn’t complete her sentence. Instead she took off her bra and wiggled out of her skirt, leaving her naked except for her boots.

She grabbed a leather paddle that was about the size of a ping pong paddle and got up on the table. She adjusted herself in the stirrups. Her perfect pussy and pink little asshole were ready to be serviced.

“Giggles, you hop on top here and eat my pussy. You’re such a good little pussy licker. Suzy, you get my asshole.” She ordered.

Giggles hopped up, straddling Ms. Connor’s chest and stuck her face in that delicious pussy.

“Mmmmmm...” Ms. Connor moaned. “You know just how I like it, don’t you?”

“Hee hee hee,” Giggles giggled in response, lifting her head for a moment. “I get a lot of practice!”

“You! Get in there,” Ms. Connor ordered, pointing between her legs.

I knelt between her legs. There wasn’t much room to maneuver, but I managed to get my tongue on Ms. Connor’s asshole. I licked it hungrily.

“Oh yeah! Lick that asshole!” She said.

SMACK!! SMACK!! I heard and assumed Ms. Connor was laying into Giggles’ butt with the paddle. Giggles moaned into Ms. Connor’s pussy with each swat.

We got into a bit of a rhythm where first she would lick pussy and suck clit while I fingered asshole. Then she would move her head away so I could lick asshole while she fingered pussy. Ms. Connor came hard when I tongue fucked her asshole while Giggles squeezed her clit.

It was the first of many and Ms. Connor continued to swat Giggles’ ass as we made her cum over and over.

“OK! Off!” Ms. Connor ordered when she had her fill. She nearly pushed Giggles off the table. “Giggles is such a great pussy licker.”

I was disappointed that Ms. Connor didn’t compliment me for my asshole licking skill. Maybe she’d help me learn how to do it better. I wanted to please her.

“Go back upstairs,” She told Giggles.

I panicked for a moment. “Wait! No!” I was going on instinct and had no frame of reference for my thoughts and actions at this point. Words just kept coming out of my mouth.

They looked at me with puzzled looks on their faces.

“Giggles,” I said as I held both of her hands, “Thank you so much for helping me pleasure Ms. Connor. Maybe you can help me learn to do it the way she likes.”

Giggles looked at me with her mouth gaping. “Uhhh ... You’re welcome?” She replied.

“Ms. Connor?” I asked, “May I show Giggles how thankful I am? The way I showed Tonya before?”

“Oh!” She said. “Well, she’s not allowed to cum. But I do like the idea of you showing your appreciation. Tell you what. You “thank” her, Suzy, but she must tell you when she’s about to cum. When she does, you stop licking until she calms down. Then thank her some more.”

Ms. Connor had Giggles get on the table and in no time the girl was spread wide and ready. I squatted in front of her pussy. Spread wide as it was, I got a look at her thin inner pussy lips and tiny clit. The inside of her pussy was a nice pale pink. Her juices were thick and white. I licked my lips.

WHACK!! I felt the flogger land on my back. I turned to see Ms. Connor, still naked, swing it again. WHACK!! It landed on my back again.

“I might as well keep myself busy,” she said.

I dove into Giggles’ pussy using my fingers and tongue to pleasure her. As I promised myself earlier, I made sure to partake of the girl’s asshole. Her asshole was amazingly white, right to the center. There was almost no darkening of the skin that made up the pucker of her asshole. She tasted clean, too.

It didn’t take long for Giggles to reach the edge.

“I’m gonna cum!” She shouted and I stopped. I licked my lips, not taking my eyes off the girls pretty little pussy and asshole.

WHACK!! WHACK!! But I didn’t feel anything. I looked up to see Ms. Connor flogging Giggles’ perky little tits. WHACK!!

I dove back into Giggles and thanked her some more. I brought her to the edge four or five more times while Ms. Connor used her flogger on both of us. The last time Giggles stopped me, she struggled hard to keep herself from cumming.

“Mmmmfff ... Mmmmfff...” She bit her lip and moaned as she brought herself down from the edge.

“Ms. Connor, please.” I said. “She’s been good. Would it be OK for me to make her cum. I want her to.”

“No.” She flatly responded.

“What if...” I asked. “What if I gave up my chance to cum to Giggles. Let her cum instead of me.”

“Uhhh ... No!” She denied me again. “I get to decide who cums and when. And my decision has been made.”

I felt badly for Giggles. I really thought Ms. Connor would eventually let me make her cum. I wouldn’t have gone down this road had I known that the girl would be denied. Now Giggles was a horny mess, just like me.

Ms. Connor told Giggles to get back to the store. She put her bra and skirt back on and we headed back up the stairs. Having nothing to wear, I was still naked.

We walked out to the shop and into the dress section. Giggles was dressed and back behind the counter. Tonya was straightening out the racks. I noticed a man walk into the kinky section and a young girl was looking through the panties in the lingerie section. Neither noticed me.

The front door opened. A middle-aged couple walked in. They saw me right away and stared for a minute open-mouthed. The woman elbowed her husband in the gut and pulled him back toward the sex toy section. I felt humiliated. I know my hair was a mess and I had no make-up. I must have looked awful. And, oh! I was naked too.

Ms. Connor went behind the counter and came out with a pair of vibrators. “Masturbate,” she said coldly, “here and now. Make yourself cum. Don’t stop until I tell you to, no matter how many times you cum. Make sure you tell us when you’re cumming.”

I didn’t move. Did she really think I would do such a thing in front of the customers that were in the store? But she didn’t ask if I wanted to. She ordered me to do it. So, now I had to obey her. I took the vibrators from her, turned one on and put it between my legs.

“Lay down,” she ordered. I stopped and looked at her. Realizing that I had to obey, I slowly got myself down onto the carpet. I laid on my back and started to use the vibrator.

The young girl sauntered into the dress section and I took the vibrator off my pussy.

“Don’t stop,” I was told by Ms. Connor. I looked at the girl. She shrugged her shoulders and I put the vibrator back on my clit.

I found out later that the store was licensed for sexual activity. What I was doing was perfectly legal as long as there was no alcohol consumed. That’s why Ms. Connor and the others weren’t concerned with what I was being made to do. I didn’t know that at the time, and I was humiliated.

The vibrator had me rising to orgasm in no time and my humiliation slut came right up the surface. I worked my clit good and squeezed my nipple.

“I’m cumming!” I screamed as an orgasm ripped through me. The man who was browsing in the kinky section poked his head in and when he saw the show, he came in and stood with Ms. Connor and the others to watch. The girl was watching as well as I moaned through my climax. The married couple stayed put in the sex toy department.

After that first orgasm, Ms. Connor started barking out orders. She had me get into different positions. Use the vibrators on my pussy and asshole, one at a time then both at the same time. She made me use my fingers and hump on a pillow. She even had the others making suggestions on how I should masturbate. I kept cumming, announcing my shame each time.

At one point, the couple stepped over me to pay for their items and left the store. I didn’t stop masturbating.

“That’s enough,” Ms. Connor finally ended my humiliating display right after a particularly strong orgasm. As the creepy guy suggested, I was on my hands and knees, one vibrator on my clit, the other deep up my asshole. I dropped the vibrators and rolled over onto my side in the fetal position. Had I really just done that? Well, at least I had permission.

The guy nudged Ms. Connor, “Think I can get a quick BJ?”

Ms. Connor had a disgusted look on her face, “Anyone here wanna blow this guy?”

No one answered at first but then the young girl shrugged, “OK.”

They held hands and went back to the fitting room.

After a minute, Ms. Connor said, “Come on. Get up. Time to go home.”

We went to the storeroom and Ms. Connor put her street clothes back on. Having no expectation of clothes, I stood waiting for her to finish getting dressed. When she was ready, I followed her out the back door. Naked. She had me drive this time. I couldn’t really slouch down in my seat while I was driving, but I don’t think anyone could tell I was naked behind the wheel.

I pulled into my driveway, turned the car off and waited. Ms. Connor sat silently for a moment. I thought she was going to make me go from the car to the house naked. I started to look around to see if any of my neighbors were outside. Across the street there was a dad playing with his kids on their front lawn and a woman was walking a dog.

“Here,” Ms. Connor said and reached into her bag. “Put this on,” she said while handing me a small plastic package. She must have put that in her bag while I was masturbating on the floor of the sex shop in front of a half-dozen people.

Inside the package was a pink robe. It was pretty sheer, but better than nothing. I struggled to get it on while sitting behind the steering wheel. I was able to get my arms in and close it. Looking around one last time, I got out of the car and quickly adjusted and tied the robe.

I made my way toward the front door. Ms. Connor stopped me, though.

“Get the bags out of the trunk,” she said. “Give me the keys to the front door. I’ll open it.”

I did as I was told and finally entered my house. I dropped the bags, closed the door and leaned back on it. I took a deep breath. My hours-long public humiliation was over. A million thoughts were running through my mind. I had no idea where my life was going to go from here.

“Anna!” I shouted to see if my daughter was home. “Uhhh ... Tissues! I’m home! Are you here?”

I got no answer.

“How nice,” Ms. Connor said. “Just the two of us.”

She held her hand out. I didn’t know what she wanted and just looked at her puzzled.

“Did you forget already? Naked!” She ordered. I took my robe off and handed it to her.

“I have to pee,” she said and headed to the bathroom. “You can go out back. Get used to it.”

I went to the back door and stepped out. We had a thick hedge around the yard, so it was relatively private. I decided to use the back corner of the yard as my new bathroom. I squatted and peed in the grass. It didn’t splash on me nearly as much as it did out on the pavement. When I was done peeing, I hosed myself off and went inside. I’d have to remember to bring a towel with me next time so I can dry myself before coming inside.

“Let’s go shower. The girls will be here soon.” She said and headed upstairs.

We showered together and Ms. Connor let me do my hair and make-up. She just wrapped her hair in a towel and put my flowered bath robe on.

“Come down when you’re done,” she said. “I’ll be in the living room. You can start dinner when you’re done while we wait for the girls.”

I did as I was told.

The End