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G's Submission Ch. 05

By: ssubramaniam122



Thanks for the feedback. Keeps me going.

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I was slowly recovering from the episode in Jared's. My brain was freezing. I was sitting in a car in a public parking lot with my pussy exposed to the world. One thing that was sure is that being bottomless or nearly so dropped my IQ and self-esteem to the floor. Somehow I just couldn't bring myself to stand up to a person who was talking to me looking at my most private parts.

But how had I got into the situation? Jane. As I thought about her I looked out again. There she was talking with Carrie and laughing. I had little doubt whom they were laughing about. She was so pretty to me right now. The mad twinkle in her eye as she was laughing at me churned my guts. Maybe I was bisexual after all. The more I looked at her, the more I thought about the events of the last two days. I have never had a more sexually charged day. I had had more orgasms thinking about yesterday than I had in any other day in my life. Neither of my previous boyfriends unearthed my inner submissiveness like Jane. They had been kind and caring and respectful. Sure, Damon had cheated on me, but he was treated me well. 

I realized I didn't want that. I wanted to be treated like Jane treated me. Sure, I freaked out when that woman yelled, but I knew I'd rub myself off thinking about the episode for the rest of my life. It took a while to fully sink in how kinky and messed up I was. 

I realized I was in a daze and looked up. The couple were leaving the store with their food, the girl in a heated argument with the guy. I smiled through my drying tears. Jane left Carrie and walked towards the car. Carrie waved at me and went back to the store grinning.

As Jane entered the car and opened her mouth to speak, I blurted out. "I'm sorry Jane. I shouldn't have freaked out.".

Jane's jaw dropped. She looked at me for a minute. "Well blow me down G. And here I was coming to apologize to you for taking it to the extreme."

I didn't know what to say. I stared at her. Now I felt weird about my nakedness.

My long reverie had made things clear for me. If ever I were to have a sexually satisfying relationship, I needed Jane. Only she could push all my buttons. 

"Now since you apologized first I assume you want to continue playing the humiliating slut bimbo persona." Her evil grin was back. "Am I right?"

I looked down, not answering. The theory that I was a dumb bimbo when naked below the waist held up. I could see the leather seat glistening between my thighs. I nodded. 

"Ok, pet. Here's the deal. I won't tolerate these outbursts of disobedience any more. You either submit to me or you don't. Don't kid yourself that you're not turned on." She sneered at my blatantly wet core. My IQ dropped further.

"Now, I don't want to have safe words and stuff. I don't buy into that BDSM shit. You are my sub because you are messed up and love to be humiliated. I am your Dom because I love humiliating you. You just entrusted control of your whole life to me. You're mine to control. I decide what you wear and who you date. Now are we up to speed on that?."

She was no longer looking at my pussy. She was dead serious. I was secreting a small pool on the seat. She continued.

"Now, I don't want any rebellions like the one we had in the store. I promise you that you won't get arrested and you'll have time for school. In turn I want your complete cooperation."

I remained silent. I was furiously getting into this. How sick was I? 

"Now just to make sure of this, let's play a game. Whenever I give you an order or a rule you suggest something to make it incrementally more humiliating for you. Got it?"

I was shocked. She was asking me to participate in my own degradation. She was genius.

She waited a bit as I absorbed the new game. The grin was back. She was enjoying this thoroughly. 

"If you fail to do this, I'll assume you are rebelling, and I'll no longer say anything to you. Is that clear?"

I nodded far too quickly for my own liking. 

"Now let me give you an example. If I now order you to go back in there and ask Carrie for her number so that you can call her back tonight, you will suggest something like ..." She paused and fished in the dashboard, taking out the marker we kept there to write on CDs. "You'll request her to write the number on an exposed part of your body. Got it?"

I took the marker. I was ready to do it. My sick mind totally cottoned onto her idea. I had to come up with ways of humiliating myself further to let her know that I'm still her bitch. If I don't it's like a safe word. She stops playing with me. How ingenious. 

"Now go in there and ask Carrie to write the number on an exposed part of your body." She looked at me meaningfully. Then I realized. That was her new order. I froze to think of a way I can make this more humiliating. I couldn't believe the words coming out of my own mouth. 

"Jane, to make this more humiliating, can I strip naked before going?"

Jane's mouth split her face. I have never seen her this gleeful. "Atta girl. Not bad for a start." She patted my head condescendingly. My pussy drooled. I felt strangely elated, and sick, given that I was facing the prospect of going into the diner again naked and asking for Carrie's number

"You may." Jane said. 

I took off my top and pulled off my belt. Naked in broad daylight, I shuddered as I walked to the diner with the marker held tightly.

I peered into the diner hiding my body against the wall. The parking lot was not open to the road, so I was relatively safe and Jared's was empty except for my soon to be girlfriend. Even Rick was out back waiting to hear the bell that tinkled when someone opened the door. Jane had given this some thought. 

I gingerly tiptoed in, holding the bell's dong to prevent it from tinkling. I turned around silently and saw that Carrie was grinning at me. 

I thanked my stars when she whispered.

"Decided you were dressed too conservatively did we?"

I went up to her and stood awkwardly. Carrie leaned back in her seat and looked at me inscrutably. "So, whats up babe?" She asked.

"Carrie will you give me your number so I can call you tomorrow?" I gulped. "For our date?"

"Sure girl," She chuckled. "I suppose you have some paper on you?"

I blushed. "About that.. " I held out the marker. "Can you write it on me?"

Carrie guffawed. I was terrified. I didn't want Rick to come out. 

She took the marker. "As you say babe..." She pulled me closer with a hand on my butt and wrote on my belly - Carrie.

And then right below it, where my pubic hair would have been, she wrote her number in neat writing. 

She looked up at me and gazed at me with remarkably clear eyes for a long time. She had a crush on me, and I felt bad I didn't feel the same. It was a long awkward pause. 

In the end, she sighed. "Tell me something. Is that Jane making you do all this?"

I thought for a second before nodding. "Do you really want to do this babe?"

I paused. I knew how she felt. I was three years older than Jane. I wondered why I was doing this. Naked in a diner in front of a friend. Asking her to write her number on my naked body. I shook my head. Now wasn't the right time to think about it. I was already too far gone. And Rick might come in any minute.

Carrie continued. "If you're being blackmailed, tell me. I can fix that wimp." She grimaced towards the parking lot.

I shook my head. "No Carrie. I want this." I took a deep breath. "I get off on this."

I turned and left, leaving an open mouthed Carrie.

I sounded confident to Carrie, but I was confused. When off the sexual high, I scared myself.

G's Submission Ch. 06-07



Yup, I'm listening to all feedback. Also, I intend this to be a long story, with many parts. Let's see how it goes.

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Chapter 6. Sunday, bloody Sunday

When I came back from the diner, with Carrie's number written across my pubic area, I was slightly shivering. I was just giving up control to this little twerp. She now knows that she could make me do nearly anything she wanted me to. I was controlled by my pussy and she held the buttons to that. I convinced myself that If I did ever develop a semblance of a backbone and stand up to her she'd blackmail me with all the videos she took of me today. Even though I did to Carrie, I didn't want to admit to myself that I wanted this. 

As if to reinforce my self persuasions, I could see her recording my walk towards the car. I looked down and I saw how vulgar the writing looked on my body. 

Which girl in her right mind would allow anybody to do this to her? 

More pertinently, is said girl too far gone if she is aroused by being owned and toyed with in this fashion?

No. I fought back tears. I wouldn't be aroused by being dominated by just anybody. It was Jane. The look on her pixie face. There was something about her. A side of her, and mine, that I didn't know until yesterday. I somehow wanted to please her. To fulfill her dares. Requests. Orders. Commands. Instructions. Rules. 

Rules. Where did that come from?

I shuddered.

Her evil grin was replaced by a wry smirk as she closed her phone and started the car. My guts twitched in a slight resurgence of arousal as I buckled up. I didn't even bother dressing. My naked ass stuck uncomfortably to the leather. My vagina squelched distinctly as I re positioned myself. I blushed. The seat was very wet and sticky. And it was my doing entirely.

We were both quiet all through the brief ride back. Sometimes I wonder why we even drive to this place. It is just a mile away. Oh, wait, I thought to myself. Did I now want to do the embarrassing trip on foot? Genius.

Jane didn't say anything, but I could see her lips moving quietly, in an ever present smile as she thought to herself. She had a new toy to play with. Not a half a foot barbie doll but a bimbo who was taller and older than her. I again went into a brain freeze.

I could feel her glancing at me. She knew I was mulling over the events since the game yesterday. I dimly registered her pulling into the basement parking lot of the building instead of the empty lots near the driveway. I felt slightly thankful for that.

The basement was empty except for cars. She got out and reached into the back as I unbuckled. I slowly started focusing on the present. She fished out my top.

She dropped it on my thighs. "Clean the car and then yourself with it dear." I obediently got out and proceeded to soil the only piece of clothing that sufficiently covered me this afternoon with my own secretions. I could feel her inspecting me from behind all through the task. Once the seat was clean, I dabbed it between my thighs to dry myself. 

I looked at her, having finished the disgusting chore, the damp top in my hand. She looked back at me expectantly. She was staring as if she was waiting for me to say something. Her lips became narrow. I thought back furiously as to what she expected. 

It occurred to me a full minute later. Or so it felt.

The red flag rule. If I didn't suggest something incrementally humiliating to any order she gave me, it was the equivalent of a red flag. A safe word. I almost forgot the devious rule. I was surprised she remembered it. I shuddered at the deviousness of it. 

I pushed away thoughts of what she would do if I did raise the red flag. Instead I spent my dwindling brain power coming up with this.

"Can I wear this top back for the rest of the day?"

Did I detect relief in her face? The inscrutable smile soon replaced any trace of emotion. I couldn't believe I said that. That little bit of cloth was now positively pungent. I couldn't imagine bringing it close to my body.

"As your only clothing? Yes you may. And thanks for suggesting that." She said picking up the food and climbing the stairs. 

Of course I didn't mean that. This was terrible. I wanted to argue. To rebel. But then, being bottomless in the apartment didn't seem like much after what I had done at the diner.

I pulled my top up by stepping into it. No way was I bringing it close to my face. It was smelling badly by the time I pulled it up to cover my boobs.

I groaned as I remembered April. How am I going to explain this to her? Should I even face her like this. I still couldn't judge how she'd react. In the end I decided I didn't want to risk our friendship.

I then had a stroke of genius. Maybe it was because no one was looking at my pussy. I decided to somehow sneak past her and go to my room. Jane had not specifically ordered me to come up and face April. If she had done that right then, I'd have rebelled. I couldn't care less if she blackmailed me. She'd have to do it in front of April. 

I ran up. If Jane had any further of her games to play today, she'd have to text me, I thought wryly.

This was my mini-rebellion. How sick was that?

I don't exactly remember how I sneaked past the pair watching TV and eating food. I didn't think about what explanation Jane gave for my absence. I went up and plonked myself on the bed and pulled up the sheets and went into a blissful dreamless sleep..

I was woken up that evening by the door to my room creaking. It was April. I had my eyes tightly shut, and sheets firmly pulled up. She paused for about a minute, as if in a dilemma to whisper something and wake me up, but then she decided against it and closed the door. I went back to sleep again.

Eventually I got up and looked at the time. It was 7 pm. For the rest of the night I buried myself in my coursework and assignments. I occasionally broke off to check Facebook and get a cautious snack from the fridge.

I still wasn't disobeying Jane for some reason. I didn't even see Jane or April for the rest of the night. Having gotten rid of most of my coursework, I fell asleep again while reviewing a paper for my prof. 

Sunday morning. The first thing I did was get rid of my top. It was plastered to my chest. I had to peel it off. I threw it in my laundry basket and took a long shower, washing away all the events of yesterday. It seemed like a long time ago. Sociology research and coursework helped forget.

I came out having dried myself with the spare towel I kept in my hanger. I tugged at my wardrobe door. It didn't budge. I sighed as I remembered. The key was with Jane. I was now terribly annoyed at myself for giving her the key and submitting to her. I tied the towel around me. It covered me sufficiently, considering what I wore yesterday. I still couldn't digest the fact that I obeyed that little bitch and wore that excuse for a skirt to the diner, flashing some strangers. I cringed at the thought and sat on the bed, slightly depressed. 

I spent ages there before working up the courage to text Jane. I wanted to demand my key back. I wanted to actually confront her! I felt very different from myself from yesterday. I had grown a backbone overnight. The fact that at the end of the night I hadn't received any sexual satisfaction might have something to do with it.

"Give me my keys." I sent to Jane. I immediately regretted it. "As an after thought, I added: "Please"

I started pacing the room. Why was I so sick? Why did I do all the things she ordered me to do yesterday. I shuddered and cringed. She was outrageous in her demands, and I complied. She made a grown woman go bottomless into a cafe and then forced her to beg to strip and go in again. The fact that I was the woman was just hitting me hard. I had force myself not to cry as I remembered the videos she must have made. Why did I have this idiotic tie between my arousal and self destruction?

Should I seek professional help? I pictured myself explaining my situation to a therapist and cringed again. My phone rang. It was not Jane, but April. 

"Hey." I said.

"Hey G," She sounded cautious. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, was just tired yesterday." She must have been wondering about lot of things. I was struggling to not give any details. 

"What happened yesterday? I didn't even see you come back from Jared's. Jane said you were talking with Carrie, from the copy shop. When did you come back?"

My throat lumped up. I had forgotten about Carrie. Her number! I had just washed it away!

"G? You there?" April's voice brought me down with a bang. 

"Sorry, April, yeah. Um... Yeah.. Carrie was at Jared's. We were hanging out for a while... "

"Oh... mm. OK. Fine. Anyway.. What about lunch with the gang?" She didn't sound convinced, but her last bit about lunch with the gang set my heart soaring. The gang was a bunch of girls from high school, who worked and lived around Uni. We had become great friends during the term, better than at school, partly because of the fact that we were alone in the big city. Sharon, Katie, Ashley, April and me. 

We hung out on weekends through long hours. They were my reprieve from tiring coursework. 

"Awesome!" I said, my words mirroring my glee. 

"Great!" April sounded slightly relieved. I could see why. My behavior for the past couple of days hadn't exactly been normal. "The usual place at noon. I'm at the mall for some shopping. I had to leave without you because you were out cold when I checked. Wake up, sleepy head, and meet us here."

"Yeah sure," I said. We hung up. I felt slightly gloomy now. What was I going to wear?

I checked the phone. Jane's message had come during the call. Hopefully she'd let me wear something conservative. Somehow, I couldn't see that happening.

The reply came. "Come to April's room if you want clothes to wear."

As I had feared. I wrapped the towel around myself and tried to think of the gang. I worked up the courage and went out.

Chapter 8: Some time off.

I closed the door behind as soon as I came in. Jane was at her laptop looking at a video. I froze as I saw a naked woman walking out of Jared's with writing on her body. I was partly relieved. I could get the number from the video! But mostly terrified. 

She turned and advanced towards me. She was clearly very aroused. With a smile she tugged off my towel. I was naked again. It seemed to my preferred state before her. She spoke in a very husky voice. It sounded weirdly funny as it still had a hint of teenage highness about it. 

"It makes me so horny when you act like the bimbo you are!"

This both scared and excited me. But nothing could have prepared me for what came next. I opened my mouth to say "Jane, please give me something to wear! I need to go meet the gang for lunch at ...", and the next thing I knew her tongue was forcing mine back nearly into my throat. We kissed for a long time. She was literally mauling my breasts, kneading them like dough. Her tongue was a fierce forceful entity in my mouth. She sucked and bit my tongue, forcing me into the bed. It was brilliant. Probably the best kiss I ever had.

I was beginning to moisten downstairs as she cupped me between my thighs. She was incredibly rough, but hot. Before I knew it I was accommodating two of her fingers curled up and fingernails scratching at my spot. At that moment I knew I was not the first girl she had done this to.

She detached her face from mine at long last and started talking. Her fingers never left me. Her other hand was crushing my left breast. "You are huge, you know." She was referring to my boobs. "I mean, you are a cow." I blushed. I had always been bigger than most girls, but not too big. Of course, compared to a nearly flat teenage Jane, I felt like a cow. Her saying that, however, both humiliated and aroused me. 

"I was looking forward to you coming up here yesterday. I could have made you come like mad. Instead you sulked away in your room."

She added a third digit. I didn't know what to say. "I'm here now." I said at long last.

She looked at me for a minute. She stopped moving her hand. I was perplexed. Why did she stop. She pulled her fingers out. "Too late."

I groaned. "Please.. don't stop..." I was incredibly horny. She got up. "I need to cum.." I was desperate. I knew I was making a fool of myself, but it was my vagina talking at the moment. 

"I tell you what," She said bending over to again kiss me again. "If you are a good girl, you might get to come tonight... I have a surprise planned for you."

My throat had turned into mush, legs into jelly. As if to further entice me, she hooked her fingers in me all over again and did her fingernail move. I felt slightly sick. I didn't like the sound of this surprise.

I nodded. 

"Good, that's settled then." She got up again and stuffed her fingers into my mouth. I gagged as the taste reminded me where they had been a few seconds ago. I got up, trying not to make too sour an expression. She wiped her fingers dry on my belly and turned around to the wardrobe again.

"You can wear this," She said, finally pulling out a pair of clothing from the closet after fishing around for a while. The amount of clothing was definitely not reassuring, considering there were not underwear.

It was Jane's old shirt and skirt. The white skirt was thin but opaque, and covered her well. It did stop a few inches above the waistband.of the skirt, but covered my navel. The skirt was short, it would suffice to say. It did however cover me with a couple of inches to spare. I couldn't have expected anything else. In light of yesterday, I couldn't have hoped for better.

Any thoughts of rebellion dispelled by her advances, I looked into her eyes.

"Thanks," I croaked.

"Sure, slut. Meet me in your room at seven in the evening. Have fun!"

The fact that she called me a slut didn't register. It almost felt normal as I went back to my room to get my phone and bag.

I steeled myself to face the world, mainly the gang, in what was probably the skimpiest clothes they would see me in. Hopefully, the knowledge that I was wasn't wearing anything underneath would stay with me. I was pretty terrified.

The lunch actually went pretty smooth. I was ribbed a lot for my clothes, but no one seemed to notice that I wasn't wearing a bra. There was simply too much to catch up. Too much gossip, good food, and wine. I was having a great time throughout, all my thoughts of Jane wiped from near memory until April mentioned the strip poker game. The blabber mouth.

I put up a bold grin, even when she told them about the waxing. Howls of laughter just bounced off me. In fact, in the end, I felt better about the night at the end. I almost wished I could get the gang treatment for Saturday's events too. Almost.

After ages of shopping, at the end of which only Ashley bought anything, we parted. April left with Sharon. I should explain. April and Sharon were cousins, and April's aunt and uncle lived in the city, so she spends Sunday nights with them. 

Today, that part of her routine gave me great joy. It meant that April wouldn't be around for the surprise that Jane had planned. 

Thinking about it made me steadily gloomier as I drove back. I could already feel all the self-confidence and independence I had gotten from the "gang treatment" erode away as I thought of Jane. My sick desires surfaced to replace them. I reached home, parked and went up. 

By the time I reached my room, I was slightly scared again. I took a deep breath and opened the door.



G's Submission Ch. 08



With increasing excitement, fear and arousal, I opened the door. The first thing I noticed when I entered the room was that Jane wasn't alone. There was this tall blonde woman in her late twenties, fiddling with a camera apparatus on my desktop PC. I could only see her back. She was near my desk. which was cleared of all my stationery. I could see that they had all been cleaned into the open drawer below. Jane was arranging clothes in my wardrobe. I wondered why they were cleaning my room when I spotted a big bundle behind Jane. It was tied up into my old bed sheet, which I had kept in my wardrobe. She had obviously been through my stuff then. I looked at the clothes in Jane's hand. I froze. They were her clothes.

Jane spotted me. The grin broke out. "Hey G! You're back! Meet Kat. Or Katherine for you. She is Rhonna's sister. You know Rhonna don't ya?"

Rhonna was one of Jane's cocky friends. I nodded slowly, trying to digest the scene in front of me. Kat came forward from my PC, holding out her hand. 

"Hiya! I'm a professional photographer. I have a studio down 43rd street. Pleased to meet you!" 

She was very pretty, her smile very warm. I instantly liked her. 

"Me too!" I said. "So, photographer, eh? What do you shoot?" I asked her cheerily, trying not to focus on how much Jane had tidied up and changed my room.

"Mostly glamour models." Kat replied instantly. We continued a conversation about her work and my research for about 5 minutes. It turned out, she shot for a lot of popular local magazines, and helped out amateur models. I thought we hit it off very well. Then she said,

"I couldn't believe it when Jane told me you were ready to do this at first. After meeting you, I'm even more surprised. You know this is the Internet right?" 

I was slightly dazed. What was she talking about? Then I looked at Jane.

"Er.. One moment Kat," I told her, and motioned to Jane. "A private word?"

Jane followed me out into the hallway and into April's empty room. I was about to open my mouth to fire a barrage of questions at Jane but she cut me off.

"You know what G? You are a great big bimbo. Why did you tell Carrie that I was making you do this? Is that even true? Now she thinks I am blackmailing you."

Each of her sentences was a slap in my face.

"If you think you're kidding yourself that you don't like this, then go on. We both know you get off on this." She sat on the bed. Her evil smile widened. "In fact I would never have pushed you to do all the things you did without your consent. Why pretend?" 

Oh God. I knew I'd regret making my parting remark to Carrie. I was fuming inside, but helpless.

Jane continued her lecture. "In fact, I am a bit sick of your pathetic attempts to control our games of humiliation." What was she on about? I let her do everything to me. 

"I want total control. I mean, you don't make any decisions in your life henceforth. I don't care if I really have to blackmail you for that. I enjoy playing with you too much." She stared at me to let it sink in. And then she paced the room. I was scared. And infuriatingly, inevitably and inexplicably aroused at the idea of this little twerp controlling my life henceforth. 

"I think you should know the new rules of our game now." This little girl looked like an 8 feet giant to me. I was totally entranced by her.

"Do you want to hear them, slut?" She asked. My sick sexual drive was kicking in now. I nodded. "What? Loudly." She said, cricking her head in my direction and putting a hand over her ear. At that moment, to me, she seemed like a devil incarnate who dedicated herself to my downfall, as well as a goddess who exactly gave me what I desired. My arousal soared. My self esteem plummeted. I sort of knew that the evening was headed towards this point, but I didn't think it would be so quick.

"I would like to know my new rules, Jane. Please tell them to me."

Jane smiled. "Good."

She started pacing. "I think you're a bit overdressed for this." I understood.

I quickly stripped. "Good." She said again, nodding at my boobs. 

"So far, you've got only one rule. What is that?" She asked. "Quickly, I don't want to keep Kat waiting." What had she planned with Kat? I could sense it would be a nude photo-shoot, probably, but why the Internet. I didn't want my photos online. I shuddered and focused on the present.

"Um... Any order you give me, I agree to do it by making your order more humiliating... for myself." I whispered.

"Or else?" Jane said. 

"The game is over." I said, following her dizzy pace across the room. She was getting more and more excited. It was infectious. I knew I was glistening below navel.

"Now," She grinned. "We both don't want that, do we?"

I shook my head fiercely.

"I thought so." She said smugly. "So I have some changes to this rule. You might want to type it down on your phone."

I picked up my phone and opened the notepad. "Type in Rule no. 1." She said. I typed it down wordlessly. I was about to learn that I had broken Rule 1 already. Jane knew, of course. Her grin had already widened imperceptibly. "Add this to the rule. If you break the rule, we don't stop playing. Instead, as a punishment, for each time you break the rule, you beg me to add a rule to this list, or make an existing rule better." 

How does she even come up with this shit? Was it online forums? I typed in the modified rule and looked at her. 

"That's it. Only one rule. Aren't I good?" Yeah right.

"Ready for your first punishment?"

"What?" I was surprised. 

"When I asked you to type the rule, the was a direct order." I was floored. What a nerd she was! "How the hell can I make typing something on a phone sexy?"

"Use your imagination dear. Anyway, the time has passed. Do you want the punishment?"

I sighed as I read her damned stupid rule again. "Yes, please. Can you add another rule to my list." Not a minute since I started, and I had already accrued a punishment.

"Good, You'll never be dressed again without my permission. If you ever do get dressed, I'll decide what to wear."

I paled. She laughed as she looked at me. "Don't worry pet. I'll give you clothes to cover you. Barely. Sometimes." I frowned. She looked at my phone. I typed it down. She continued.

"Now, punishment for breaking this rule three times would be another rule. Got it?" 

I was shaking as I typed it down. I could foresee this list becoming dramatically longer and dangerous.

"Right. Kat is here to take a photo shoot. An explicit one. The photos..." She continued. "Will be for the benefit of a select group of my friends."

I opened my mouth to protest. She couldn't do that. I thought this thing was private.

She glared at me, expressionless, as if daring me to retort. I shut my mouth. If embarrassment was what my pussy wanted that is what it would get. My senses clouded with arousal thinking about a bunch of strangers seeing me naked. My heart pounded. My vision blurred. 

Jane's voiced pierced through the arousal. 

"... in my class of course. So most of them know you." 

It was as if waves of arousal came crashing into the pit of my stomach. One touch then and I would have come. But I was now scared. Deadly scared. Having my naked pictures on the internet would destroy me. It took some time for me to realize that through the dense haze of my arousal. My life would end as I knew it. 

I was petrified. I didn't want my photos on the internet. I desperately wanted to tell Jane that, but I was scared she would stop playing with me. The sick sexual high I got from this wicked girl was more important than my modesty. 

Jane seemed to sense what was going on in my mind. She grinned.

"Don't worry dear. The forum which you are going to entertain is a closed one. It has a group of my own 9 very trustworthy friends. None of this goes beyond that. Unless you want it of course."

I shook my head instantly. I wanted it very much to stay within the group. Nine seemed like a reasonable number. My arousal came rushing back. "And they won't share the photos to anyone else?"

"Not without my permission." Jane resumed her pacing. "Don't worry. We've done this before."

I was shocked. Jane was eighteen. 

She laughed at my expression. "Don't worry, it was with Kat. Although her photos weren't nearly as explicit as yours are going to be." She kissed me on my lips. I was blushing bright red now.

I was ready for this. 

"Okay, time to get you ready for the shoot. I've got something for you to strip out off." She said. I noticed the bundle of clothes in her hand for the first time. I took them from her. It was a bikini. Needless to say, it was extremely tiny, but it covered all the important bits. It was no where close to covering my boobs, though. I quickly changed into it and made up my face with some of April's stuff. Jane was waiting in the open door patiently. 

I turned to face her. "Ready?." she asked. I nodded weakly.

"Good." She said. "Follow me." She turned around. I went after her, in my skimpy bikini. I thanked my stars that April wouldn't be around until tomorrow morning. I was feeling slightly self conscious as we stood outside my room. Jane put her hand on the knob. "Oh," She said, grinning. "Remind me to add another rule tonight."

I stared at her. I sighed. I didn't even bother wondering why. I nodded.

She opened the door. "The model's here!" announced Jane. Kat clapped her hands once as she saw me blushing in my nearly nude state. "Wow," She said. "You've got a great body!"

"Thanks," I blushed even more, if possible.

"OK," said Jane, taking Kat's attention. I was enjoying myself for a moment there, under her appreciative eye. I was losing my shyness. I eventually started listening to Jane.

".. but they were obviously too sick. So I sort their poses and activities in order of relative sexual deviance." Kat giggled. I was drinking in every word now. The poses were suggested by the forums? Man...

"We'll start from the top, and see how much our slut can manage. Okay G?" I winced at Jane calling me slut before Kat, but I nodded. I was far too excited now. 

"Okay!" Kat took the weird webcam with big lens. A cable connected it to the computer, which now showed me, naked except for a few strategically placed cloths. She directed me to my knees on my bed, with my thin beige wallpaper as background. I was very excited. And nervous.

"Wave to the camera. Smile!" I obeyed, trying not to look at the screen. 

"Nice! You are really pretty when you smile..." Kat said. I was fast losing my inhibitions. I would attribute that in no small measure to Kat's personality. She made me feel awesome.

We went through a few shots of me in the bikini, smiling, bending, turning around and looking over my shoulder.

Jane, meanwhile was looking at the whole thing on the monitor. She occasionally turned back and looked at me, but mostly she flipped to the forum to the list of requests. I could see there were a lot. The number of pages in that post was at least 3, from what I could see. My mind wandered about who these people would be. I guess I'd know on Monday, when I'd be TA'ing for their class.

"OK, lose the top!" Jane said, eventually. 

I reached behind me and untied the knot holding the straps.

"Hang on," said Kat. "Hold the top on your boobs before taking it off. Let the straps dangle." 

I obeyed. She nodded, and I dropped the bra. I jiggled as I threw it outside the frame.

Kat gave me a thumbs up. "Dude, you have amazing tits!" She said, sounding quite genuine. I have heard that several times, but this from Kat, it was different.

A few minutes later, Jane called out. "OK G, time to get naked!" 

It was inevitable. I slowly pulled down my panties and threw them in the general direction of my top. 

Kat said nothing this time. She just went clicking like mad. The poses kept coming, now more from Jane than Kat. They became more and more suggestive. Jane asked Kat to bend slightly, and me to stiffen my back thrust my hips slightly.. "We can barely see your slit! You look like you have no hole at all." I flushed. Kat smiled. "Yeah. I like an innie." I smiled. Was she a lesbian? I wondered. I obliged. 

"That's better. Now you actually have a vagina." Jane said. 

Next I posed on all fours, my breasts dangling. Kat loved this pose. Jane laughed at me. She openly said I looked like a cow. I scowled at her. I felt like I was in a good cop bad cop routine. 

Next I was forcing my breasts up to make contact with my tongue. The pose was to lick my own nipples. Kat was encouraging. "A little more... Look at the camera now! that's it! Excellent! Very sexy..." 

"Now," Jane said after a few more shots. "Try to bite into the teat." I hesitated a bit, then enclosed a pink nipple with my teeth, gently. My neck was beginning to hurt having to constantly bend down to to reach my nipple with my tongue. I had to bend it even more to get it between my teeth.

A few more shots later, "Excellent! Now can you let go of that udder and hold it with your teeth?" Jane was really beginning to get on my nerves with her cow words for my body. I glared at her, but she was just grinning. I gingerly let go of my left breast, trying to bite just enough to hold its weight up. I felt it slipping out of my mouth and I bit down hard. On the very tip of my nipple. My eyes burned, close to tearing up at the pain. Kat was clicking away. She then stopped as she looked at me. "OK, I think I have enough." 

I mentally thanked her as I released my breast. I looked down at the sore nipple. It was nearly red, distinctly different from its twin. I rubbed it to soothe it, and looked up. "What next?"

Jane was turned back to look at the monitor. "Hmm... OK. I think we have had enough of your boobs for a while. Let's get some lippage. Why don't you start touching yourself."

I was startled. Partly at Jane's coarse imagery, but mainly that she expected me to do the most private act for the camera. In front of Kat. She sensed my hesitation. She said,

"Do you want me to ask you to do it?" I froze.There had been a slight emphasis on the word ask. Kat looked questioningly at Jane. Jane was looking piercingly at me.

I knew exactly what she meant. If she asks me to do it, then it would be an order. I would then have to suggest something even more humiliating on top of that in front of Kat. I hastened to obey as discretely as possible. 

I sat down on the bed, slightly raging at Jane for doing this in front of Kat. Nevertheless I was aroused and managed a weak reply to Kat's encouraging smile. She gave an impression that she wanted to see me abuse myself. Like she would appreciate my masturbation for the camera as a work of art. I felt like a glamorous model. Not like a slutty bimbo.

I spread my legs and sat on my heels, working myself up slowly. My usual routine took over. I imagined I was in my bathtub again, bringing myself with one of my fantasies about being dominated. Except, this was reality. I played with my right breast with one hand while with my left hand started trying to find my wet clit. My inner lips started swelling as I pulled my hood back and found the nub. I could see Jane smiling as Kat was clicking, out of the corner of my eye, through the red haze of an impending orgasm. 

"Good.. good.. peel back that hood. Kat, get her button."

Jane's words both embarrassed and aroused me. I could already feel my hand slipping on my vulva. I was a swamp between my thighs now. I spread my legs and caught my clit hood between my thumb and index finger and pulled it up, towards my navel. The camera kept clicking, as if to remind me that my humiliation was being recorded for eternity. 

"We're not quite getting clitoris dear." Jane looked back from the monitor.

"Your labia are in the way." Nodded Kat. 

I was flushed, at the throes of an orgasm. I closed my eyes and steadied myself for a moment. I told myself I can't come in front Kat while masturbating. I told myself that repeatedly.

I puffed out. "What do I do?"

"Why don't you use your other hand to part your lips?" Jane, the ever helpful. 

I let go of my right breast and snaked my hand under my bum and found my pussy lips from underneath me. I used a couple of fingers to part my inner lips. 

"Ah.. there it is!" exclaimed Kat, and resumed clicking. I was again plunged into humiliation from hearing Kat address my clit. I was horribly exposing myself, like never before in my life. These two women, no, this woman and this girl were seeing more of me than anyone else other than my doctor.

"Excellent!" said Jane. "But you are so small! Smaller than a pea! I can't see it very clearly. Kat, adjust the lights! G, dear, spread! More pink!" 

It was like Jane was a director of a porn movie. I felt like a whore. A very horny, slutty whore.

Nevertheless, I parted myself further, strengthening my grip on the tiny and very slippery clit hood. Kat said from behind the camera, "Look at the camera. Smile!"

I obeyed her easily. She gave me a thumbs up and resumed her job.

"I guess that'll do.." said Jane after a few minutes of that. "Now, one last pose G. Cum for us. Go the full hog. Kat, make sure you get everything." 

I had resigned myself to this, and I was actually looking forward to it on seeing a beaming Kat going back behind her camera.

I started rubbing myself in the earnest. I closed my eyes, shutting out the scene I was presenting to my audience. I focused instead on my very core. I slipped a finger inside, hooking it like Jane had done in the morning, found my spot, and came. It was silent, but violent. I shuddered and spasmed for a good five minutes before I came down, spread my legs and sat on the bed. I couldn't bear looking at Kat. I was shaking slightly. 

I could eventually hear the other two calmly talking. I opened my eyes and looked up. Kat was dismantling her lenses. She looked up at me and winked and gave me a thumbs up and a grin. I grinned weakly. Jane was selecting the photos to upload from the huge number that Kat had taken. My humiliation was over. I had had the most earth shattering orgasm out of it. Jane had a bunch of photos for her forum.

Kat came up to me, stuffing her kit into her bag. "Honey, it was great shooting you." She lifted her hand as if to shake mine, but seemed to hesitate for the slightest of time on seeing my own wet hands. She smoothly converted her shake to a hug, her clothed chest pressing against my very erect nipples. "You are just awesome! See you next time.."

She said, turned around and waved as she left. I followed her retreating butt for some time. I eventually sighed as she turned into the hallway and turned to face Jane. 

Jane was still fiddling with the pictures, uploading to the forum, reading the comments, giggling.

I just sat there, feeling my juices dry on my hands, the sheet working its way deep into my pussy, pulled into the sticky hole. I got up briefly to unstick myself from the sheets and sat down again, waiting patiently.

After ages, Jane switched off my PC and turned around. She walked over and sat on the bed. 

"How many rules do you think you added to your list over the evening today?" were her first words.

I took my a while to figure out she wasn't quite done with me for the night. I answered, "er... 2?"

"It was 4 by my count. Since you were so good this evening, let's split the difference and call it 3."

I sighed. "I'll get my phone?" I asked, tired and without fight. 

Jane grinned and nodded. I picked up my phone from my bedside table. 

Jane got up. "First, you'll always be naked in the flat when it is only the both of us. When April is there, you're allowed to wear one item of clothing. Otherwise, you're not allowed to wear more than two items of clothing at any point of time, excluding shoes."




G's Submission Ch. 08



"All this is one rule?" I asked, swallowing. She nodded and waited for me to type it down. I mulled over the consequences. Only two items of clothing anywhere. That ruled out any underwear. I would never be wearing any underwear under her thumb. What worried me even more, was the only one item of clothing around April. I could only wear dresses and long T-shirts around the house. I really feared rule number 2 would give Jane enough freedom to ensure that the T-shirts wouldn't really be long. 

My fears were confirmed by her next rule, my fourth in total. "Now, the next rule, regarding the length of your clothes. When you are wearing a single item of clothing, it's length shall not exceed this dress." She pulled out a tube dress. This was dangerously short. I held it against my body, and it extended from the top of my boobs to a couple of inches below my pussy. It was extremely risky without underwear, but it would do. She continued as I typed. "Now, when you are wearing two items..." She was grinning. "You'll always be showing midriff and cleavage up top. And your skirts should be no more than 10 inches from waistband to hem." I was shocked but too tired to respond. Ten inches seemed hopelessly inadequate. I shuddered. "Also, your skirt had better be the shortest in the room. I don't care if there is a baby girl with a 5 inch skirt. Your's had better be 4 inches or lesser. Got it?" I looked at her blankly. How could she expect me to wear a 10 inch skirt in public? Would that even cover me? Did she expect me to wear it without panties?

Jane continued. "Now, for the final rule of the day." I hurried to type her latest addendum to rule number 4 and start on rule number 5.

"Every weekday morning, you'll log into the forum and check the list of dares. You will choose the most up-voted dare and report it to me when you come for your clothes of the day. Along with the dare, I also want you to have a modification to make the dare more interesting. Got it?"

Another one of her convoluted self humiliation ideas. I nodded, exhausted.

"Great! One last thing.." She said as she got up. She brought her lips close to mine. I could feel the heat. I was disgusted by her closeness, after her brutal treatment and her rules.

"All your clothes are in this bundle. Take it to the storage downstairs before you leave for uni tomorrow. You won't be needing them anymore."

Through my exhausted mind, I recognized an order. I did not want another rule. The existing ones would deprave my existence sufficiently, I thought. "To make it more humiliating, can I take it down in the nude, before logging into the forum?"

Jane laughed. "Excellent. You may... Also, from tonight, you take the couch, I take your bed. Take the dirty sheets with you."

I meekly obeyed, too exhausted and shattered to argue, my mind full of clamoring concerns, the evil grin of this girl and the brilliant smile of Kat.



G's Submission Ch. 09



 This is just something I do in my spare time, and out of my fantasies. A lot of people might not like this genre, but then again, a lot of people might. The thing is things are only going to get worse for G, and she's going to love-hate most of it. Those who don't like it might as well stop reading. It is an amateur work I write for free, anyway.

Having said that, it is feedback that keeps me going. The more mails and comments I read the more I'm inclined to write this story. Thanks to those who provided these mails and comments. Especially to the person who pointed out the correction in the number of rules! 

*****

"So," I asked Jane casually, as if I were not naked while she was fully clothed. "Why do you do this?" I gulped another spoon of corn flakes. She was looking up at the ceiling, as if contemplating an answer, a slow smile playing on her face. Let me rewind a bit...

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It was 7 a.m., and I had woken up more than an hour earlier, showered and taken a big bundle of all my old clothes to our storage in the apartment downstairs. Completely naked. At 6 a.m., I was slightly worried about running into the milkman and the paperboy, but I guess I missed them, because I didn't see a soul on my way down the flights of stairs leading to our storage. I was slightly shivering from the cold, and from my still damp body straight out of the shower. I could have dried myself properly if I had a second towel, but it never occurred to me to open the bundle and fish for it.

I took the trip to the storage as fast as I could, with the bundle of clothes covering my boobs, because it was still early, and I didn't expect Mr. Milk and Mr. Paper to arrive yet. By the time I had unlocked the storage, frantically balancing the bundle on my knees, looking at the corridor leading up to the ground floor frequently, stuffed the bundle inside alongside April's old washing machine and a bunch of stuffed toys, locked the door and started upstairs again, it was becoming light. 

I tore upstairs, boobs wildly bouncing, hitting my arms as I skipped stairs. I had entered the apartment breathless and full of adrenaline. I was so fucking excited. I quickly went to my room and booted my computer. I hastened to unplug the speakers so as to keep the monster in my bed asleep. I looked at her sleeping serenely, not looking a bit like she'd do the things she was capable of. The manipulative, coercive, egoistic, megalomaniac, controlling bitch. 

I tore my eyes off her sleeping face and slapped my face once, shaking my head. I opened the forum and logged on to it. There were two threads in it. One had all my photos, uploaded by Jane. I looked at the comments that followed the photos. There were roughly 9-10 people. I was more and more horrified as I read the comments.

"What a slut! Cumming for the camera! Gross!"

All the comments were anonymous, but I knew they were people who knew me.

"Oh man! I know this bitch. She's a TA in Prof D.'s class. Her name's G! What a ho..."

"Man, she is so hot! I never thought she was this kinda girl. Fap Fap..."

I was tearing up. Jane was ruining me. 

"Thanks Jane for this forum! Best thing ever! More photo-shoots please!"

"I wish I could meet you in person Jane! I want to know you better!"

I felt a bit annoyed by this. I had posed for all the photos, and Jane was becoming the local hero! 

I read on. 

"She is so pretty. Why would she do this?" This was clearly a girl. I felt slightly better now. The light compliment was heavy flattery to my current state of mind. 

But then, a few comments down, "Ewwwwwww... Look at her disgusting tits! So huge!"

This was also clearly another girl. I grimaced. I kept scrolling. The comments ran into two pages.

I looked at Jane and the light filtering in from my curtains was playing on her face. I quickly went to the other thread and looked at the most up-voted post. This was supposed to be the thread that would decide on my dare today;

I blanched as I read it. It was brief but bad. I could figure out why this was the most voted. 

"G should pick a boy, any boy from the class today and have sex with him after class in the men's room." 

I should have guessed this. I wouldn't pretend I didn't spend time thinking about Jane's rules from yesterday. That I had to check this forum for a dare was one of her rules.

Rule # 1. & 2. were my dress code. Always naked in the apartment. When April is there, I was allowed to wear a single item of clothing as long as a model tube dress hanging by the back of my door. At any point of time, no more than two items of clothing were allowed, as long as my cleavage and belly are exposed, and my skirt is the shortest in the room, and is no longer than 10 inches. 

I was still feeling slightly incredulous about this rule. Did she seriously expect me to do this? Would she be running around measuring the length of my skirt to see if fit the rules? I smirked. Little did I know how small a 10 inch skirt was at that point. 

Rule #3 meant I now had to modify this dare that I had received to make it more interesting. 

Above all, the rule that any direct order she gave me had to be made more humiliating for myself, by myself. This was unsaid, and a basis for out current relationship.

The thing about Jane was, she wanted me to be an active participant in my own humiliation. She wanted to drive deep into my gut the idea that I was doing all of this because I was turned on by embarrassment. And not because she was in any way blackmailing me to do this. It had been that way since that fateful Saturday afternoon. To be honest, I preferred it this way. It was not that I liked every bit of what she forced me to do, but by god was it exciting. And I didn't want to be blackmailed. I was terrified, but if I stopped playing with her, she made it very clear that she would do everything not to lose me as a very entertaining pet to live out her fantasies. It was at that point that fear overcame my arousal. 

I didn't want that. This was at least pleasurable.

It was all well and good when she involved Kat. Lovely, sexy, brilliant Kat. But now, my photos were all over this forum. A dozen people could see how I looked naked anytime they wanted to. My belly churned uncomfortably every time I thought that Jane wouldn't stop at this forum.

Returning to the matter at hand, sex with a boy I would've barely talked to other than when discussing his assignments and tests. I suppose it could have been worse. Oh wait, It has to be worse. I now had to think of a way to make it worse. 

I sat there for a couple of minutes. I then quickly sprung to action and opened the video of me with Carrie from the day before. I forwarded all the embarrassing parts until it came to the part with me coming out of the diner with Carrie's number written across my exposed pubic area. I froze frame. I whipped out my phone and started copying the number.

"Slut!" I froze. The monster was awake. I realized the scene I was presenting to her, of me watching my own naked video. "Good morning!" She said and smirked at me on the way to the bathroom.

I quickly switched off the computer, flushing and trying not to cry. I was being reduced to a horny, sobbing mess by Jane, and the least I could do is try to just be a horny mess.

I went down to have some breakfast. I poured myself some cereal and sat naked at the dining table, my eyes glazed at the newspaper I had picked up cautiously from outside the door. About 10 minutes later I looked up and saw Jane skipping down the stairs, positively buoyant. I was yet to touch my bowl of cereal. She was fully dressed and freshly showered, wearing a cutoff pair of jeans and really tight T-shirt, denting around her bra straps. I would have normally called it slutty, but I was naked. And I had a good feeling that the clothes she would make me wear today would be scary as hell. I shuddered.

She greeted me with a cheery good morning. She then thanked me for the bowl of cereal and pulled the bowl towards herself, asking me if I was not going to get one myself. I stared at her for a minute.

I silently sighed and went back to pour myself some more. She normally reads the paper around this time. She generally hands it to me by the time I wake up and come down, whether she'd finished it or not. We paid for it, me and April, so it seemed right at that time. I would ask her if she was done, and she'd usually say yes and carry on.

Today however, was different. She didn't even take her eyes off it as I brought the cereal to the table. The fact that I was naked might be distracting her, but she seemed to resist me. We both ate silently, apart from the occasional slurps. She didn't even acknowledge my presence. I stared at her for a bit. I was annoyed, and some amount of rebellion stirred in me at the lack of attention. 

Here I was in my birthday suit, showered and finished in my morning duties as per instructions, obedient as a slave and the least she could do was... Pet me? Pay attention to me? Something...

Suddenly she looked at me. Or she had been staring at me all this time and I noticed only now.

Either way, I was completely at attention, waiting for every word to come out of her mouth. Outwardly, I pretended to casually look at her.

"Bored?" She asked me nonchalantly, casually folding up the paper.

"Not really," I replied, going back to my cereal, slanting my eyes. I was carefully watching only my bowl, not making eye contact with her. I had finished half my bowl. 

"Let's do something fun..." She said. 

I looked up. "Like?" I said as if the conversation didn't involve one naked girl who would completely obey the other clothed one. 

"Like, why don't you," She giggled and stopped, drawing it out as if thinking of something. The giggle was familiar. It was the same one she had when she was about to ask me to do something humiliating. Her games had started early in the day, and I could feel my pulse quickening and my gut wrenching in a mixture of fear and mild arousal. It was too early to be horny.

"Like, why don't you eat with your hands instead of the spoon..." she said very slowly. The suggestion came as a bit of a shock to me. It was mildly humiliating, but wasn't even close to the level of depravity of her earlier commands. I was in fact slightly disappointed.

I put down the spoon and said, "What, is that all?"

She grinned and said very fast. "Oh, and finger fuck yourself with your other hand. Switch hands every minute."

Even through the disgusting implications of the order, I thought to myself, "That's more like it..."

It was however so disgusting I couldn't imagine myself doing it. The thought of a milky vagina put me off more than eating my own juices. I couldn't bring myself to do it! I hesitated. I just sat there dumbly. 

Part of me was curious to know what she would do if I disobeyed. Did she really have control over me? I was entranced, looking at the scene from outside my body, as it were.

I instantly recognized the look in her eyes. I opened my mouth to respond. 

She looked at me expectantly. I shut up. I refused to do it! For the first time since the start of her domination, I refused her order. By just staying silent. I waited, barely breathing for the repercussions. And come they did.

Jane's permanent smile disappeared. One of her eyebrows cocked up. "G! You're actually rebelling!" 

No reply. She continued. "You know you already have a demerit for not suggesting something more humiliating, right? Not obeying a direct order is two more demerits!"

Where did these demerits come from? She was cooking up stuff on the fly!

"For each demerit I get to add a new rule, or make an existing rule worse!"

That excited me for some reason. Greatly. These rules were already horrible. Making them worse? I clamped my thighs together. I stayed silent.

Jane suddenly became more excited. As if she realized that I was testing her. How far would she go in taking control of me? How far could she puppet me into acting out her sick fantasies? How far could I be pushed?

For a split second, we were both thinking the same thing.

Jane's smile was back when she spoke again. 

"Pick a number from 1 to 4..."

"What?" I said, slightly dazed.

"One more demerit." She said gleefully. "Pick a number..."

That woke me up... I had four demerits now. I quickly said 2.

She gasped gleefully. I chilled.

"Ooh brilliant!" She pulled out her cell phone. "Let's see... 2... hmmm" She was scrolling down the list of my rules. Wow... She kept note. This was getting more and more incredible

"Nice, so you want to reduce the length of your clothing! Brilliant!"

My heart sank. She was asking me for the rule number to modify. Had I known, I'd have chosen 3! But why did she ask me to select from 1 to 4? 

I brushed the niggling thought aside. I had more important things to worry about.

I was not allowed to wear skirts more than 10 inches long! This was a terrifying rule. I realized after giving it some much needed thought that a ten inch skirt would only just cover my butt, with not more than an inch to spare. Without panties, I was pretty sure I'd be exposing something with every step I tool. Sitting would be obscene. I would have to keep my thighs tightly together to avoid people noticing my lack of underwear. I had never worn a miniskirt to Uni. Ever. And I am going to go wearing a micro skirt that wouldn't cover me fully today. What would the people think?

"Now, for the first demerit, reduce one inch off the the maximum skirt length." The dreadful words came. I knew what to do now. And I did it.

"Jane, can I make it two inches instead of one?"

"ooh! how delightful, yes you may." She literally clapped.

I changed the rule. Eight inches. Oh God...

"Now another number!" She said, barely looking up from her phone.

I thought hard. "4." I said, more out of curiosity than anything else. I had only 3 rules. Not counting the one rule to rule them all, I thought wryly.

"Ooh... New rule!" Jane said. "Let me think of one. I'll text it to you soon."

I was relieved.

"In fact I'll put it up to the forum for suggestion..."

Less relieved.

"Two more to go! This time from 1 to 5." she said.

I thought hard and figured the third rule involving dares from the people at the forum was the easiest one yet. I thought she just couldn't make it much more worse than it already was. I was wrong.

"3", I said.

"The forum rule! Nice... Now, apart from each dare, won't it be great if you invited a new person to join the group, let's say, every weekday?"

"It will..." I said, knowing it was what she wanted to hear. At least she hadn't voiced it as an order. I typed it down, realizing the implications. By the end of this week, I'd have five more people in the forum. Five more people with access to my naked pictures. The idea had me shaking. I groaned inwardly. I had picked a bad rule to change.

"You still have one last number girl..." Jane giggled, as if daring me. I was really sick at this point, of her rules. They would make my life hell. My reputation was going to take a major hit.

I thought back to the rules to select one. I wouldn't want to wear less than two items of clothing at a time. So that ruled out the first one. The second one had already been vandalized. The third one was yet more dangerous. I was cornered. I didn't want this to continue.

I looked up with tearful eyes at Jane. "Please, waive off one demerit. Please" I literally begged this little brown eyed mix. Every freckle on her face was pure evil.

"Ooh no... Demerits are very serious business G!" She nodded strictly. "Tell you what, though. I'll chose the last demerit for you. Okay?"

I didn't protest. I was more eager to see what she would do. Even though every rule wrenched at my gut. I am a slut. A fucking submissive slut.

"Let me see... I choose... 2. Reduce the maximum length of any skirt you are allowed to wear by one more inch," She deliberately gave it as an order.

I gaped. She can't be doing this. I was ruined. I would be arrested for public indecency. She looked meaningfully at me. "You don't want another demerit, do you?"

"May I reduce all my skirt lengths by a further inch?" I asked, shoulders slumped, tears flowing freely. Why do I always have to be wet at the top to be wet at the bottom?

"Hmm... I heard that already, sweetie. Something new?"

My brain struggled. "May I reduce them by a further 2 inches?" 

Jane shrieked. "Ooh... I thought you'd be more creative than that! You are a dumb bimbo you know? But I'll accept this. I would be mad not to!" 

How creative could you get on lengths of skirts?

"You know what you're signing up for, right?" She continued. "A five inch skirt!" She was positively jubilant.

I was sobbing heavily now. So much that she actually took pity on me. "There there... It's okay G."

She rubbed my naked shoulders. It felt good. My crying diminished. "Tell you what, I'll finger you out today if you manage to not get any demerit at the end of the day. Okay?"

That nearly put an end to my tears. I was excited again, like a dog promised a treat. The whole scene felt ridiculously comical. I didn't know whether to dry or laugh or groan. But then, she'd never offered to do that for me.

Placated, I watched as Jane went back to her cereal. With the possibility of an orgasm in the near future, I went back to my cereal. I was becoming a dumb bimbo. I would put with anything for an orgasm.

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"So," I asked Jane casually, as if I were not naked while she was fully clothed. "Why do you do this?" I gulped another spoon of corn flakes. She was looking up at the ceiling. 

"Because you want it G." She said simply. "And It's fucking great fun."

"But how did..." I stopped myself from saying the rest. It would be a blatant admission that I wanted this. Something I had not made to anyone except Carrie.

"How did I know?" Her pixie grin widened, her eyes twinkling. "You should clear your browser history G. I saw the depraved twisted porn that you watch. Didn't Gerald give you all that you wanted? Was that why you broke up with him?"

That hurt. A pinprick, but it deflated all my resistance. She knew.

We sat in silence for some more time. I had several things to mull over. From regretting my past actions to apprehension about my future.

Then the door started clinking. I shuddered. It was April trying to get in. 

In a second I was dashing out to Jane's room. My ex-room.

I went in and banged the door shut. I heard April enter, dimly in the hall. Muffled conversation.

I flopped on the bed. That was close. Very close.

I lay there for a few minutes, trying to discern the conversation. I gave up eventually and went back to mulling.

A few minutes later, my phone beeped.

"Shouldn't you be calling Carrie?" Guess who.

I sighed and called the number I had taken so much pains to discern. She picked up the phone in a couple of rings.

"Hi," I said.

I recognized Carrie's low mannish voice.

"Who is this?" She said, politely.

"Carrie, this is G." Sharp intake of breath.

"Hello, sweet-cakes. What's up?" She sounded pleased.

"I was... um... wondering..." I took a deep breath. "Would you like to go out tonight with me? Someplace?"

"You didn't erase your body yet?" She asked, eagerly.

"Er... no... Well..." I rolled my eyes. "I took your number off the video Jane had taken off me that day." I felt like such a slut saying that sentence.

"Oh." She seemed put off by the mention of Jane. I was slightly intrigued. "I'll pick you up from your place at 8 tonight. I know just the place to take you."

I said, quite feebly, "OK..."

Silence. "Okay, then, great..." I added, ready to end the call.

"Okay, sweet-cakes. Have a nice day."

"You too..." I said, feeling warmer towards her.




G's Submission Ch. 09



"Oh, sweet-cakes?" She added, just as I was about to hang up.

"Yes?" I said, indicating that I was listening.

"Dress sexy. I want to show you off." She hung up.

Little did she know that I had no choice.

______________

I knew I had to get ready to go to class. Prof. D. was very busy and would be miffed if I couldn't make it to class. If I didn't take the assignments and grade them, he would have to do them in the conference he was going to for the week. He was a nice guy, but he really wouldn't want to do that. I was jolted out of my reverie by footsteps. 

Voices grew louder. Jane was bringing April up to the room. How could she do that?

For the second time that morning I ran away, into the bathroom, and locked myself in. My fortress of solitude.

I quickly turned on the shower.

"G! I'm back!" April yelled from inside the room.

"Hey girl..." I yelled back. "In the shower."

"I can hear that silly..." She giggled. "I thought I could catch you before heading out to lab. I need to help Prof get his papers checked before the conference, so I need to head out now. I'll maybe catch you tonight before I leave."

"Yeah, tonight... sure..." I yelled back. I remembered that April was going along with Prof over the week. That had two implications for the week. I had to be naked in the apartment, and I had to take all of Prof's classes for him.

"Bye!" April yelled. I was too busy thinking to reply. I could hear her saying her goodbyes to Jane and the door closing. 

Jane knocked on the bathroom door. "Come out."

I obeyed in a while, taking some time to catch my breath and came myself down. This was too much for a woman to face in the morning. I came out to find her mutilating one her denim miniskirts with a pair of scissors. A ruler lay on the bed next to her.

"Would you please not use my bathroom without my permission please? At least not after 7 in the morning." She said, not looking up from her careful shearing of the already too short skirt.

Was she fucking kidding me?

"Please don't bring April into this." I begged.

"Why not? You can't keep hiding your true self from her. Sooner or later, she's bound to notice. I'm just trying to accelerate the process." She said heartlessly. "Anyway, she'll be out for this week. So you have time."

God knows what would happen in a week. In one morning I had managed to halve my clothing sizes. By the time April comes back, I think I would be going naked to Uni.

"Here," Jane tossed me a couple of clothes. "Have a good day..." She waved me out of the door, clutching at the two really skimpy bits of cloth that were sending my heart racing.

-

I rushed down again, in the fear that April would come out of her room. I was about to get dressed in the hall when I remembered rule number one. I pulled on the top. It was Jane's sexy crop top. It barely reached the bottom of her rib-cage. But then Jane was a tiny thin thing, with mere mosquito bites on her chest. On me I had to stretch the top bast my nipples and it left twin quarter moons of flesh exposed under it. It did not come down to fully cover my breasts. To make matters worse, my nipples tented the material. I groaned. I picked up my books and stared at the thin scrap of a skirt I held in my hand. I could bunch it into one fist, that was how little material that thing had.

I opened the door slightly and peeked out at the landing. There was nobody out. I went out and closed the door behind me. I placed my books on the bottom stair and disentangled the skirt. It was tiny. I was breaking into tears again.

I pulled it up my thighs and up to my waist. It didn't come close to covering my slit. It barely reached the top of my low vagina. My bottom was well and truly out below the hem. I stifled a sob and pulled it down until it covered my pussy. Barely. The skirt was so low on my hips that I was showing a good deal of cleavage from the rear. The only thing thankful about it was that the elastic was strong, and it wasn't wavy. If I took short steps, I could just about be decent.

I picked up my books and short-stepped my way to the car. The grueling day had only just started.



G's Submission Ch. 10



Thanks to all the feedback. I'll make future editions longer and hopefully worth the wait. Extra thanks to Paperdart for some pretty detailed feedback.

*****

I was terrified and shaken. I looked like the sluttiest whore in town. No, that would be an insult to the sluttiest whore in town. I mean, come on. I've seen them wandering the Lantern street. I am pretty sure the only cleavage on show there was in the chest area. And then again, they were still exposing lesser boob acreage than me...

I calmed down a bit. I reminded myself that Prof. D. and April would be gone soon, and I didn't have to face either of them. He had already listed out to me what to do in his absence. I would be giving some interesting quizzes in place of his regular lectures. I just don't see what authority I'd have wearing a whore's outfit. But then, I relaxed. I had done this before (The taking control of a class, not the dressing up like a whore to class). I had no reason to worry. I'd be behind a desk throughout, and no one would have any reason to complain. And most of all, Jane was in only one of the classes.

Besides, Prof wouldn't be in town. So I'd have minimal contact with faculty or other students outside the class if I planned the routes to class properly. I started thinking logistics.

Once I realized that there might be little danger, I was beginning to get aroused at the slight element of risk. I stopped at the landing near the mirror opposite the empty reception of the apartment block. The arousal deepened, in a sordid reflection of my maniacal sexual fetish, at looking at my reflection. My pussy was inches from view, and my pubic hair would've showed if I had any. In fact there was a whole field of naked skin from inches below my nipples through my under-boobs across my nearly flat stomach to the slightly pale triangle of my pussy right down to an inch above my slit. 

I decided I looked hot. Slutty. Whorish. Stripper-before-her-act-ish. But hot. I went down to the parking lot and took my car, after some degree of nervous fishing for keys in my book bag. Once in, I pulled up the windows, thankful that they were mildly tinted.

***********

It was surprisingly easy to avoid human contact this early in the morning. I peeked out of the car and flashed my id at the security at the entrance to the Uni, taking care to roll the windows down just enough so that I don't flash anything else. The simple act of leaning out of a partially opened window caused my tits hang out, kissing the bit of door below.

Having stuffed them back into safety, I navigated slowly towards the classroom. It was a lecture hall that stood alone in a secluded part of the campus, not very far from the gate, but behind a lot of trees. The parking lot was empty. I was an hour early for the earliest class, and students do not come early. 

The lecture hall was in a place everyone called the Spot, or the make-out spot. The facts that you had to take a trail for hundred yards or so to reach the hall, that behind it was a small garden with bushes leading to woods which offered plenty of cover and that it had a few benches covered in weeds ideal for making out might have something to do with it. 

Of course, Prof. D. was blissfully unaware of the reputation of this place and liked to schedule all his classes here because of the quiet it offered him. So his classes were the only thing that couples had take into account over their plans. And he made it very difficult for them, quite unknowingly, of course, by holding some lectures late in the evening. He was a busy man, and he had a loyal bunch of students taking his courses.

The slight breeze rushing up my skirt to dry my moistness excited me slightly, but I felt safe. I was pretty sure there was no one around who could see me.

I opened the battered wooden door which we keep closed mainly to prevent animals from coming in during the night. I opened the windows to let light and wind come in. I went up to the bent desk on the rather high dais to begin my plan to get through the couple of hours without getting caught wearing this outfit. 

The desk was an L, which I moved so that I would be completely covered from the side facing the door leading to the track. It was old, heavy and big, with lots of cabinets and a solid modesty panel from tabletop to floor. I took me a sweaty few minutes to move it. I then sat down, opened the printed sheaf of question papers and squeezed my thighs together. 

I had set some of the interesting questions in the paper, and I was pretty sure the guys and girls would want some clarifications made. So, I spent the time I had making sure I wouldn't be approached during it. I wrote all the FAQs I thought would arise on the whiteboard. I moved the disconnected projector from the front of the desk to the side facing the door to provide extra cover. I moved a chair to the platform and placed the papers on it, with the duster as a weight, so that I wouldn't have everyone coming up to the table and looking down at all my thighs while taking the papers. I stood near the table on the dais close to it and looked down at where I would be sitting. I realized I would be totally vulnerable to such a gaze unless I pulled the chair really close to the table. I spent a few more minutes making sure I had thought out everything.

I finally decided I was okay and sat down behind my fort, pulled the chair really close to the desk, when the first group of students started trickling in. I responded to their "Hey G,", trying to hide the mixture of apprehension and excitement from my voice.

*********

Halfway through the quiz, I was patting myself on the back. I could pull this off all through the week. Everyone was busy with the quiz and I was getting some research done. That is not to say the last hour had been without incident. 

One girl had approached me. It was nothing, a mere request for a clarification that I had missed, somehow. But it set my pulse racing. It's one thing to be cool as a cucumber dressed as I was when no one saw me, came within 5 yards of me or paid a great deal of attention to me and quite another when there is a girl at the other end of the table giving me her 100 percent, watching my every nervous twitch and carefully scrutinizing what I was wearing, because, let's face it, girls do that. The thoughts in my head as she headed towards the table were confused. It worried me deeply that I was nonplussed by this approaching teenager. I told myself that if I were to keep playing Jane's games(I didn't think I had a choice in the matter), I had better react better to situations like this. I did not want to be branded the slut around the part of the Uni I exclusively interact with. I was already the private porn star to Jane's gang.

At present, I was in a dilemma that not many women before me would have faced, I suspect. Was I to stay erect and face the person I had to talk to, exposing the brevity of my top and hence, my under boobs, or bend over the table, looking awkward and potentially encouraging her to do the same but hiding the hem of the crop top below the desk. I chose the later, scraping my nipples on the rough wood as I chatted. I do not think my body language betrayed the state of intense paranoia and heightened nervousness I felt because she seemed pleased with my explanations, and showed no sign of doubt as she returned to her seat. I sat still, breasts squished painfully against the table's front for a long time until I calmed down. I was flustered, sweating and excited as fuck.

The minor incident lasted not more than a few seconds but it was enough to set my adrenaline on high for the rest of the class, preventing me focusing on my study. 

I lowered my hands to my exposed clenched thighs, scooting the chair yet closer to the table with the friction of my bare bum(I had pulled the skirt up prevent it from totally folding underneath me). Jane knew exactly what my buttons were, and was the sharing the information to me through her rules. How deliciously wicked. It took me a while to sit up straight again. Worryingly, when I did I missed the mild pain from my chest sending sharp shooting signals to my gut. 

Five minutes of nervously scanning the class for any sign of an inclination from anybody to come forward later, I slid forward to pick up my cell phone and nearly fell off the chair. I was sickened by myself when I realized I'd wet the leather surface of the chair with my, er... discharge. I carefully slid back on to the chair along the my slime trail with fresh mortification, looking sharply at the class. All heads were bent over papers, all pens were either ticking answers or being chewed upon. 

I looked down, parting my thighs. The whole area glistened. I groaned silently to myself. I hastily tore a title page from one of the research papers I had printed out and put it under me surreptitiously. It didn't absorb squat. It just made my seat more slippery. I sat motionless, slightly sweating, cursing myself for not bringing some tissues. I was again trying not to cry. My hormones were raging.

I looked at the clock with bloodshot eyes. Less than an hour to go. The minutes seemed to drag on. The events since morning had been torturous. Every time I think back, I remembered less and less of what led to me doing the things I was doing. My memory was put in turmoil by a haze of sexual excitement. All that persisted was Jane's personality and a strong sense of future sexual gratification. I guess what I'm trying to say, ladies and gentlemen, is that I was horny as fuck.

I was startled by a "Hi" whispered at my ear. I whipped my head around. At first I thought she was a figment of my imagination. That my eyes were playing tricks on me, and producing her image at moments I thought of her. But I was wrong. She was right next to me. Speak of the devil. My excitement resumed, but now of a different kind. There was less fear and more... fire in the gut. That is not to say that there was not fear.

Jane had a few minutes before her first class started, so she'd popped in to say hi. And maybe more. My heart rate had soared, fear and excitement rendering me speechless. I just looked up like a pet would her mistress. I realized that the sorrow and sobs I had outside the apartment putting on this outfit had vanished in the time I had spent outside her company. I had just resigned myself to being under her thumb and was starting to have fun. Maybe that is what I ought to do, I thought weakly. Resign. Go with the flow. Let her take control and not worry about things like my reputation and be the mindless bimbo she wanted me to be.

She looked down with her playful grin. I wanted to ask her what she was doing here. Instead, I croaked out a "Hi".

"So, how is it going?" She asked, lazily looking down at the soaked piece of paper under me. "Having fun?" She looked up and grinned at me.

I grimaced weakly, now beating myself up mentally for displaying my emotions so transparently. She came up behind the desk and looked at the class. "So, have you chosen who yet?", she whispered in my ear.

Like always, it took me by surprise, confirming my theory that whenever my pussy was exposed to Jane, my IQ dropped by 100.

I shook my head. She tsked and took out what looked like a printed sheet of paper. "Failing a dare will earn you a demerit. Go ahead if you want."

She gave me the sheet. "You won't use this to dry yourself down there will you? Your new rule is in there."

Ignoring her humiliating slight, I took the sheet from her and glanced at the top. G's rules. She'd printed it out. How wonderful. 

"Can you be back home early? I want to dress you up for your first dyke date!" Of course she would. I nodded.

"Oh in case you do complete your dare, I want video proof. Complete with adherence to Rule 4. Bye," she said, and silently skipped out. 

I looked at the class. If Godzilla had come and given me a set of rules governing my life in a printed sheet of paper, they wouldn't have noticed I thought. Well done on setting the paper G. Well done.

After I was done patting myself on the back, I looked at the list of rules. Boring, boring... tiny skirts, behave like a slut, invite someone to the group... blah. Then I hit it. The new fourth rule. 

"When G has sex with anyone, even when she gives pleasure, she'll always be naked, with her clothes no where inside four walls. If she's having sex outdoors, she'll crumple each item of clothing into a tight ball, close her eyes, spin on spot until disoriented and throw her clothes in a random direction with all her might. She'll repeat this with all her clothing, one at a time until she's naked and then spin around a couple of times and then open her eyes to get down to business."

I didn't know what to say. Or think. I read and re-read the rule. Where does she come up with this? I was less embarrassed at the idea that my clothes won't be accessible to me and more at how like a fool I'd look at the heat of the moment, spinning like a top with my eyes closed. 

My mind was racing as I tried to incorporate this new rule into my plans today. I've never planned my activities so much as I'd done today. I scanned the room, still pressing my breasts against the table, all hopes of studying abandoned. This time I observed each person carefully. I had taken a pill while showering, it was just a matter of selecting a clean, if possible good looking guy. I intended to invite him to the forum as well, That would take care of Rule#3 entirely. 

I looked down at the sheet of rules. What a load of tosh. Humiliatingly, I had to play along, embarrassed and horny. I crumpled it and restrained myself from throwing it. I unraveled it, folded it and put into my purse.

After a bit more fruitless soul searching, I decided to turn my attention back to finding my mate for the afternoon. I didn't have a lot of time. Most of them were adding finishing touches to their papers. Then I noticed Greg. He was a smart one. He always had doubts to ask me after each test. And he was looking at me. He had finished his test. I decided in a snap what to do.

I took out a piece of paper from a bundle and wrote in big letters, "Meet me outside, at the Spot after everyone leaves the room." I licked my lips. "Please", I added as an afterthought.

I beckoned him silently over to the desk. He looked puzzled at first. He looked around a couple of times, and then mouthed "Me?".

I nodded, my heart a lump in my throat. At least, my reputation will be soiled to one person only today.

He slowly got up and walked up towards my desk. I spread the sheet on the table and bent, crushing my poor boobs in my anxiety.

It seemed like an eternity, but he came up, still looking puzzled. I beckoned him to bend to me. He obeyed and bent slightly across the table, catching sight of the paper and the message. He looked up at me sharply and looking down at the page alternately. I was feverishly hoping he wouldn't say anything out loud. I glanced around the room, and quite a few people were looking curiously at us. 

I quickly whispered to him, "How was the paper?"

He hesitated, now even more weird-ed out. I could understand. "Okay.. erm.. good.. I guess."

He paused. "So you want me to stay back?" He whispered. 

I nodded. "Yes please, if you can."

He nodded back, temporarily suspending his curiosity. "So..."

"That was all" I said.

He turned and got down from the platform, shooting glances at me as he went back yo his seat. I leaned back, and sighed inaudibly. I closed my eyes and shivered on spot, recalling the previous few minutes. What am I doing?

***********

15 minutes after the test, I had a new problem. Pretty much everybody had left. The last couple of students just removed themselves from the room and retreat down the trail with an enviable happiness. The problem was, along with Greg was Alicia. They were still poring over the paper, and Greg kept glancing up at me. It occurred to me faintly that he might be with her. In which case I was a whole bunch of screwed. I can't afford two more demerits.

I picked a moment, took a deep breath, put all the answer sheets in my bag and I looked at Greg. He was still deep in conversation with the girl, their heads alarmingly close. I quickly and silently got up, thinking this was my chance, collected my bag and walked across to the door. I dared not look at the couple. I mean, I really had to battle with my mind to not look at them. I lost in the end. I just had to see if they noticed me. The moment I looked I regretted it. 

Do you think if someone can sense it when you look at them? At that moment what the couple did was proof enough for me that my eyeballs prickled at their skin. I watched as if in slow motion first Greg, then Alicia look up at me. The door seemed miles away. I didn't quicken my stride, looking nonplussed. I was also kicking myself at holding the bag at my left, away from them. Greg's mouth opened wide as he saw what I was wearing. My heart fell as I saw Alicia's expression turn from shock to disgust. You see, I hadn't had time to pull my skirt down as I left. As an effect they got a full view of my retreating butt cheeks as I left the room, not bothering with the heavy wooden door. 

I was in despair as I navigated the bushes and reached the benches behind the thicket. I groaned when I saw where the hem of my excuse for a skirt was and plonked the bag down on the park bench. I had liked Alicia. She had respected me. I sat down and buried my head in the cubby of my folded arms and went into thought again. About Alicia, Jane, my humiliation, the prospect of getting two demerits and my very erect nipples caressing the stone of the bench. 

About 10 minutes went by. There was still no sign of life. I looked around the shady clearing and the three benches. It was incredibly serene and calm. I wanted to be alone, here all my life at that point. Then it struck me. If it was 10 minutes since I left, Greg is probably trying to convince Alicia to go ahead, or leave him alone for sometime. Greg must be curious about why I was inviting him to the clearing. I got up and started pacing. He might not want his girl friend to know that he was meeting me in the clearing. In which case, I thought, becoming slowly excited, I might yet get a chance to complete my stinking dare. I mean, Greg was a guy, right? Guys are unfaithful all the time, after all.

I was beginning to get relieved. I took out my phone. It will have to do for the video proof that was needed. I picked up a rock and put it on a bench, focused the camera on the clearing and propped it on the rock. I tapped record and circled around and my heart sank as I remembered my newest rule.

In full view of the phone, I closed my eyes, feeling slightly ridiculous, and started spinning until I nearly lost balance and stopped, tottering a bit, but keeping my eyes tightly shut. I pulled my skirt down, head slightly spinning, and crumpled it into a tight ball. I then flung it with all my strength and immediately regretted it. It seemed to fly really far, even though I couldn't see it. I heard a rustle as if it landed on the bushes.

I resumed my spinning, this time stopping after a couple of spins. I was really groggy. I pulled off my crop top, repeated the ball crunch. The top was much thinner, and refused settle into a ball. I threw it anyway, and could immediately feel the air resistance slowing it down. I thanked my stars for that and spun once more and opened my eyes. 

I staggered over to a table and caught it to prevent myself from falling. I was breathing hard. As soon as my vision stopped dancing around in my head I looked around frantically to see if I could spot the clothes. My disappointment grew as I couldn't spot a sign of either of them. I turned around feeling vulnerable, naked without any clothes in sight.




G's Submission Ch. 10



I spotted two things. It was a good news bad news kind of a thing. The good news was that I spotted my blouse. It was lying below the table, a few feet from me. It had totally unraveled and blown itself back. 

The bad news was that Greg and Alicia were standing right beyond. This time Greg was smiling perversely and Alicia was wearing an even more severe expression of disgust. 

My heart sank. 

_____

"Why would you do that?????" Alicia screamed, breaking the silence. "Why would you throw away your clothes like that?"

I didn't know what to say. "Dare.." I croaked out. I felt terrible. That I was aroused.

"Aaargh!" Alicia was furious. "I didn't think you ... of all people... G.." She was snorting in anger. When she looked at Greg staring at my naked body, it didn't help.

She grunted furiously. "Stop staring you pervert..." Greg didn't respond for a merest of a second. But that was enough for Alicia. 

She stomped, "I'm out of here", and turned around and ran out of the spot.

Greg yelled back at her, "Wait, Lish, come back!"

Lish? I thought, forgetting that I was the naked home wrecker here for a second.

I stood there, awkwardly, shaken by Alicia's reaction. Jane's dares were breaking relationships. Maybe it was just my fault, I thought briefly, and chased the thought out of my mind. No. I must focus on finishing my dare. For some reason, it was more important to me to do that for Jane. It was the reason I was here, bare butt naked in broad daylight in front of two people who knew me and see me everyday.

I shifted weight from one foot to another as I stood there humiliated and depressed, all these thoughts running through me. I looked around to see if I could spot my skirt anywhere, but I couldn't see anything except the green trees, bushes, benches and the wall and windows of the lecture hall through a gap in the growth. I was staring blankly at the windows when a head blocked my view. I refocused and saw, slightly surprised, that Alicia and Greg were in furious argument with each other. I was mildly relieved that they had not split up because of me. I was also curious as to how Greg convinced her to come back with him. But I was fast becoming less depressed.

"Hi..." I said awkwardly as they entered the clearing. Alicia was glaring at me in complete rage. Her features were contorted. 

"You slutty bitch. We nearly broke up because of you, you whore." She spat all over my naked chest. She was a tiny bit shorter than me, but I was the one cowering. After all, I was a submissive, I thought to myself bitterly. 

"I'm sorry.. I really am..." My voice sounded tiny and pathetic. Somewhere deep in me was rebelling at the thought of apologizing to Alicia. But a major part of my mind was still keen on somehow finishing the dare. Alicia looked at my face, then briefly, very briefly her eyes flickered to my naked spit drizzled breasts and bald slit.

She then snarled as if angry with herself and stomped at the ground. Greg looked on, now at my face and quite sternly. She spun on her heel and settled herself on the bench. She picked up my flimsy crop top disgustedly, put it in the bench next to her and resumed her glaring of me. 

Greg said, in a low voice, "Explain." 

My mind was racing. I wasn't helped by my the IQ lowering factor of having my pussy exposed.

I breathed hard. "It is a dare, OK? I was supposed to have sex with someone in the class today. I picked Greg."

Alicia's lip curled. "So you called him out to the clearing and stripped naked. Is that your pulling technique?" She sounded deeply contemptuous. It stung. 

I shrugged, not able to make eye-contact. 

"Why me?" Greg asked silently.

"Yeah, Why Greg?" Alicia echoed.

"I don't know.. He is good looking.. I guess.." I flushed. But it was maybe Greg who went even more red. Alicia was beginning to get angry again. I hastened to add, "I'm sorry, I would never have done it if I'd known you both..." I trailed off. The humiliation was just endless.

"So, what do you want to do now?" Alicia asked, somewhat convinced and placated. "You've apologized."

I took a deep breath and said weakly. "Is there anything I can do to convince you to let me complete the dare. I just need to give him a blowjo-"

"Shut up slut." Alicia spat again, but with less venom this time.

"Please... If I don't complete the dare, things can get nasty for me... " I was desperate. I was begging.

Alicia's eyebrows shot up. "In what way?" 

"Yeah, who's dare is this. What's going on?" Greg piped in.

I breathed again. This was beginning to look hopeful for me, dare-wise.

"Here," I grabbed a piece of paper from my pack and wrote the forum's address on it. "If you join the forum you'll know exactly who is daring me. In fact, you can decide on my dare for tomorrow."

They both looked at each other quizzically. Then Alicia took the paper from me and put it into her bag. She seemed to contemplate for sometime, and then she looked at me.

"Okay. I'll let you do it. On one condition." Greg seemed more shocked than me. 

"What? No way." He croaked. 

Alicia snorted. "Oh come off it. You know you want to. This might be your only chance. I'm not doing it."

Greg stared for a second, then broke into a sheepish smile.

"What is the condition?" I said, taking little note of the exchange. 

"I get an A. In this paper and all other papers as long as you are TA."

"Deal." I said. I didn't care. She was getting B's already, and it didn't seem to much of an ask.

"Good." She nodded, slightly disappointed. Maybe she thought she could have asked for more, and I would have caved. 

Either ways, I was on my knees near Greg and he was pulling down his zipper in a flash. He made a show of looking around to see if anyone was around before pulling down his underwear. How ironic, when I was completely naked, I thought. 

I pushed me into him by the back of my head. Soon, I was sucking earnestly, the smell and taste revolting, overwhelming and disorienting me. My first blowjob, to a guy in a relationship while his girlfriend was watching. I was hitting new lows.

It took a hell of a long time, and I kept sucking and licking. It seemed like he was permanently turned on, but not able to come. He also kept shouting thanks to Alicia for some reason, which really annoyed me. In the end, I used my hands to cup and caress his balls and he erupted into my mouth.

I gagged, and didn't know what to do. I pushed away, spitting and retching. He wasn't done, though, and spurted on to my face and chest. I was breathless myself, spitting his cum onto my own breasts. 

It was disastrous. I just sat there, on my knees, my bare bottom resting on my heels, covered in his cum. He softened up and used his hands to drain the rest of his sperm, humiliatingly, onto my chest. He then looked sheepish as he pulled up his pants and closed off.

"What a slut." Alicia shook her head and sneered. "Let's go." She pulled Greg off and exited the clearing, without so much as a second look at me. 

______

Immediately I started the hunt for my skirt. After scurrying around the clearing madly, looking everywhere wildly for five minutes, I heard the sound of a couple in the distance, walking down the lane. I hurriedly put my top over my cum covered chest and started wildly searching the scrub. Oh God, I cannot be caught this way by another couple.

I frantically kicked at the leaves and plunged my hand into the undergrowth, eyes searching for any sign of the skirt. I was in utter dismay when I heard the voices grow louder. At that point I deemed it wise to hide, and slipped under a large bush. 

My feet slid on something wet as I bent down to squat and I was thrown onto my back with all the moment of my desperate urge to hide.

The wind was knocked out of me, and I had fully given up on hiding. I just lay there, on my elbow, legs apart, breasts rising and falling with each increasingly easier breath. I heard a male voice from the classroom. 

"Here it is, right at my desk!" 

I froze. They were in the classroom.

"I told you it would be here. You always forget your shit..." The girl cackled, playfully. 

The boy's retort was fading away. I slowly realized that both their voices were fading. They got what they had come for and they were now leaving. My next breath was heavy with relief. 

My elbow gave away under my weight and I flopped on to the grass on my back. My head hit hard ground and shot a spark of pain up me.

I was hurt, wet with sweat and stinking of semen, but mainly relieved. I was no longer being humiliatingly ogled by people I barely knew. I looked up and there was my skirt, flapping in the branch. I had literally been beating around the bush, I thought. And broke into a hysterical fit of giggles.

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I was an utter, bitter mess by the time I got home. But I had accomplished the dare, and played by the rules, which was the important bit, I assured myself. The more I thought about it, the better I felt.

I dutifully stripped outside the apartment, climbing out of my excuse of a skirt and pulling my top off my cum covered chest. I went in, turned around and locked the door. I was in an amazingly cheerful mood. Jane would be so pleased at what I had accomplished. I had obeyed each and every one of her fucking rules. I had invited not one, but two people to the forum too.

I took a long shower and washed all the sperm off my chest and the twigs off my bum. I dried off and went to Jane's new room.

I booted the PC and turned the place out for my USB cable. I connected my phone to the computer and transferred the video from the phone. 

I uploaded the video onto the forum after watching it. I had gotten the angle bang on, capturing everything at bench level. Neither of Alicia's or Greg's face was in the video, but I was there, on my knees. There was no doubt that it was me. Wonderful.

I plopped onto my ex-bed and wandered off to sleep.

-

I was woken up by the sound of voices. I got up and shook my head. The voices were in the room.

"Well anyway, she uploaded the video, I see.."

"Let me see..." A male voice. I froze. What the fuck?

"Holy shit she really did follow the latest rule! Look at her spinning.." Jane broke out laughing. 

"This is a rule to her? Seriously, did you make these rules up?" I recognized the voice. It was John, her boyfriend.

"Well.." Jane giggled. "I can't take all the credit... I had some help."

"This is fucking hilarious. I wish we had audio."

I ruminated for a while on my situation, looking at the room through slits of my eyes. Jane and John were watching the video. An annoying amount of sniggers ensued from both of them. Jane was sitting on John's lap, and he was caressing her jean-clad thighs.

So there's one more person to see me naked, John.

I got up slowly announcing my consciousness. I had had enough of brooding whilst lying naked.

"Look who's awake, sleeping beauty herself..." Jane said. 

I ignored her and went into the bathroom and washed my face. 

By the time I had come out, they had finished watching the video. John was lying on the bed, twisting a small football on his finger. Jane was fiddling about in the forum, no doubt thinking of ways to degrade me even more.

"Hey John," I said. John grinned and waved at me. He kept staring at me with that perverse grin plastered on his face. What a creep. I ignored him and turned to Jane.

"Um... I have a date.." I said. Somehow this was incredibly funny to both of them. I had to endure another fit of sniggers and giggles with gritted teeth.

"Of course you do. I have just the right clothes for you too..." said Jane getting up. "But before that, we need to discuss the matter of today's dare."

I didn't like the tone in her voice. It was too gleeful. I snapped into attention.

"You were supposed to have sex with a boy in the men's room." She said. "Right?"

I nodded.

"Instead you gave a boy a blowjob in the clearing." She continued. "I'm not sure the modifications you made to the dare were interesting." 

I did not open my mouth. I did not move a muscle.

"If you had had sex with a boy in the men's room, walked naked to the clearing and had sex with a couple more, now that would have been fucking alright, wouldn't it?"

I saw no point in contradicting her. I stood motionless like a statue. And here I'd thought I had actually done the dare well.

"So, you not only failed to make the dare more humiliating, but actually didn't complete it thoroughly. That's 3 demerits."

I was tearing up. I don't think my rules list can take three more modifications.

"But," She looked slightly alarmed that I might start crying before John. "You did do a pretty good job of following your new rule... I loved that" She purred with a mock patronizing smile.

"So I'll give you a choice. It is either 2 demerits, and you chose both of them, or.." She grimaced. "One demerit, and I chose it."

I was relieved. I could get away with only one demerit. Right then, I thought that was a pretty good deal. Remember, IQ, pussy exposed. 

I gave in to her second option. with a barely aloud whisper. She nodded. "I'll send you a text soon. For now, here are your clothes."

She gave me a small plastic cover. I don't know where she found the time to pick them out for me. I guess she walks into her old child wardrobe and picks the smallest scraps of cloth and cuts them up to make them even smaller.

Either way, I took the clothes and realized I might as well get ready.

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It was not expecting a very nice restaurant, I didn't expect to be taken to a pub either. Anyway, I don't think I would have been allowed to enter any restaurant wearing what I was. 

I was, to the delight of Carrie, effectively bottomless. Like the first time I met her. The skirt that Jane had given me was a wraparound thing.. It was almost as long as the one I wore to Uni today, but the crucial thing was, it was super-tight and had not elastic. I can't stress the point enough ladies and gentlemen. No elastic.

The skirt refused to go up my hips. I had to wrap it around my waist and button it up. I couldn't pull it down afterwards either. As a result, it failed in its only function. Covering my pussy fully. It stopped short after the start of my slit when I was standing straight. I was, effectively dressed from a distance, but naked to anyone having a conversation with me. Also, I was half mooning everyone behind me. For the top, I had to make do with a skimpy blue bikini top. I was a charming little thing next to Carrie who was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans and a jacket.

It was like this I was introduced to Carrie's friends. It was some kind of a double date. Or just a show-off my nearly naked G date. Either way, by now, the humiliation was becoming a background facet of my life. 

Here I was, smiling awkwardly and getting introduced the couple of butch dyke(I'm guessing) friends of Carrie's, and all I could think of was my exposed slit and lips below my skirt. I was pretty sure that was all anyone could think off, too. I could barely remember anything else from the evening, or the names of the two girls. One was wearing a biker outfit, and the other a business suit, with a skirt that was several orders of magnitude longer than mine. They were not crass, just bug-eyed and obviously gay. They were actually making efforts to have a decent conversation that did not involve humiliating me, but they were talking to my pussy when we were standing and to my nearly completely exposed boobs in the booth when we were sitting. I couldn't expect anything else, I suppose, having dressed like this. The whole evening was surreal. Carrie just kept drinking and talking to the girls, with her arm my belly most of the time.

When eventually we left, I was slightly buzzed and Carrie had drunk a lot. So we decided to walk to her apartment, which was pretty close to the pub. I honestly don't know why I wasn't arrested for indecent exposure then.

But we did reach her home eventually. It was a smaller apartment than ours, with only one living room, a kitchen and a bath. She wasn't sharing it with anyone either, so I guess that was fair. I was pretty depressed. I expected imminent rape and more humiliation. Each step towards her place heightened my depression.

We entered and I turned around to see her locking the door behind her.

She turned around enveloped me in a surprisingly gentle hug. I was startled.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" She asked me expectantly. I didn't know what to say. 

It then struck me that Carrie had tried hard to make the experience as normal as possible. It hit me like a ton of bricks.

I felt a surge of emotion swelling up my gut. They had actually been Carrie's friends, and not some random dykes. Guilt joined the raging torrent of mixed emotions in me at that moment. I don't even remember their names.

My eyes were as ready as ever to start tearing up as I looked up at Carrie. The expectant nervous face looking down at me suddenly seemed very pretty indeed. My depression was suddenly dissolved, replaced by a heady feeling.

"It was.. brilliant.." I choked out, trying my best not to cry.

A mixture of relief and pure delight brightened up Carrie's face as she grabbed me in a gentle bear hug, lifted me off my feet and pressed her lips against mine with passion and urgency.

For the first time in a month, I was looking forward to the rest of the evening.

In the most unexpected manner, I now had a partner. I was once again a girlfriend.

To be continued...

Feedback is much needed for continuation.

Ideas for Dares/Rules in comments/by mail most encouraged.



G's Submission Ch. 11



 I'm getting less and less time to write. I'd appreciate any feedback to keep me going.

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Rules

1. Always naked in the apartment. When April is there, single item of clothing. Jane decides clothing. No more than two items of clothing allowed at any time.

2. Top to show cleavage and midriff, skirt to be no longer than 5 inches, the shortest in the room.

3. Every morning get a dare from the forum, make it more humiliating, and invite a person to the forum every day.

4. When G has sex with anyone, even when she gives pleasure, she'll always be naked, with her clothes nowhere inside four walls. If she's having sex outdoors, she'll crumple each item of clothing into a tight ball, close her eyes, spin on spot until disoriented and throw her clothes in a random direction with all her might. She'll repeat this with all her clothing, one at a time until she's naked and then spin around a couple of times and then open her eyes to get down to business.

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It was 10 O'clock now. The past couple of hours were probably the best of my adult life. I mean, I was not a virgin, but the sex I'd had previously was nothing compared to what happened tonight. I would remember each orgasm, each feeling and touch for a long time to come. But the most pervading memory would be of this girl lying next to me.

Carrie was the most beautiful person in the world to me right now. I was lying down in the cubby hole of her right arm in the bed that was collapsed from the wall of her apartment, my head resting on her chest. The bed blocked most of the apartment once extracted. We could either step out onto the bathroom on one side, or out the door on the other. Stepping out, however was the last thing on either of our minds. 

I was comfortably nestled on her shoulder, her flat chest barely blocking my view of her poster rich walls. She was cupping and kneading my breasts alternately, while looking up at the ceiling. We were silent for long periods of time now. We were done with all the talking we had to do between the first time and the second times. My face was absolutely coated with her essence, and her hands were too. Jane, her rules, the forum and my sluttish behavior over the past few days were far from my mind.

"So.. " She broke the silence. I didn't even look up. She took a deep breath. I suddenly tensed. I knew she was going to broach the uncomfortable topic. "What's the deal between you and Jane?"

My face clouded. I was expecting this. And I had no answer. Believe me, I had given this particular question a lot of thought. But it was not something I wanted to talk about now. I wanted to retain this pleasant feeling for as long as possible.

"Nothing, especially." I said, in an offhand manner. "Jealous?" I smirked at her, looking up. I saw from the look on her face that I had said the wrong thing.

"Are you really as slutty as you behave in public? Or is it something that Jane puts you up to?"

She replied brutally.

I exhaled. I had to come clean. But to what extent? 

"Carrie, you are the only person who has made me come since my ex boyfriend. Is that enough for you? I really don't want to talk about this right now." I said as firmly as I dared.

It turned out it wasn't enough for her. "Why were you bottomless in Jared's that day? In broad daylight. You were scared and nervous. And that Jane was fully clothed. Weren't you afraid of getting arrested? Weren't you embarrassed? Don't call that excuse you were wearing that day a skirt-" she pressed. 

I bit my lower lip. She wasn't really admonishing me. She was just bewildered. Which was completely understandable, I guess.

"I mean, it was smaller than the one you wore today for heaven's sake. And today, pretty much everybody in Roger's could see your bits with some effort. Why the extreme lack of modesty?" I didn't know how to answer her questions. More importantly, I still clung to the warm glow that suffused my chest.

"Carrie, it is all part of some dares and games I'm playing with Jane at the moment." I just came clean. She, for her part, was hiding her disappointment and shock very well. "If you want, I'll stop."

I looked at her obstinately, as if daring her to ask me to stop.

"Is she -" Carrie opened her mouth, after a long pause.

"No Carrie." I replied, letting off a deep breath. I had decided to stop beating myself mentally for my kinkiness, and I certainly wasn't going to put the blame on Jane. "I was telling you the truth that day. I get off on this. I guess I am a submissive exhibitionist, who gets off on being put in some situations. I know, I am a freak. I can stop being a freak for you Carrie, but not immediately. Not tomorrow. I need some time" 

She watched me for a full minute, reading every micro-expression on my face. I stubbornly stared back at her.

"I don't believe you." She said suddenly. I was jolted to my depths. Partly, I guess because she got up, quite abruptly. I arrested the fall of my head, which suddenly felt the support of her shoulder go missing, and got up. My heart was racing.

"Which bit?" I croaked.

She didn't reply. "Let's get you home." She said gruffly, pulling up her pants. I felt like Carrie was metaphorically slapping me on my face. It hurt.

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The next morning I woke up at five. I didn't remember a lot of what happened after Carrie gruffly brushed me aside and dropped me off in my apartment, except that she wouldn't speak a word or reply to me. It was heart breaking. 

I had tried to take my mind off it by preparing more tougher questions for the test today. In the end I had sobbed myself to sleep over my laptop.

I don't know why I insisted on telling her the truth about why I was doing this. I could have easily told Carrie that Jane was forcing me to do this. God knows what would have happened if I had done that. Carrie would have confronted Jane, that much was certain. Maybe then, I could have got free of my own crazy will to subjugate myself to Jane's crazy wishes, rules and games.

I imagined what life would be then. It was hardly three days since I started playing by Jane's rules, and it was already an overarching feature of my life. I shuddered briefly at the thought of having to imagine a life without Jane.

However, without Jane, I wouldn't have gone on a date with Carrie. I wouldn't have realized I was lesbian, or at the very least bisexual. 

I softened as I sat on the couch, wrapped in blankets as I remembered the date. We made a lot of love. We didn't have sex, we made love. We'd repeatedly brought each other off, me with my mouth and she with her huge hand and fingers. 

She was the big butch Domme and I was the small Femme sub. I liked the concept which had so far been but a tiresome cliche to me. My nipples were erect at all the reminiscing. As I looked down at my large(and amazing, as I had been reliably informed by Carrie several times yesterday) breasts pointing sharply at the window which was gradually lit up by the creeping dawn, I blushed. I spent ages reliving the night. 

I imagined then of coming out to my parents, my sister. I scared myself properly. But the image of Carrie persisted, pushing thoughts of my parents aside. I could delightfully imagine spending the rest of my life with Carrie, nestled in her cuddle, the pretty small spoon who'd be her ornament to show off in pubs and parties.

But then, she had to go and spoil it all. She wouldn't listen to me. Neither would she accept me for who I was, nor would she give me enough time to stop my games with Jane. I was bitter and broken by the end of my reverie, and it was nearly six. 

Finally, I pushed all thoughts of Carrie off my mind and focused on who I had. Jane. My adrenalin pumped as I thought of my rules and the forum. It faintly occurred to me over my raging hormones and excitement that I was looking forward to the horrible business of embarrassing myself. Well, I thought to myself. It has been established in detail that I am very very sick. And kinky.

I quickly took a shower and dried off. I then made some pancakes and omelettes and went up to check the forum, with the an air of dread, excitement and extreme arousal. I opened the door slightly to see a lump on the mattress. I also heard a lot of snoring. Jane seemed to have bundled up all her pillows and seemed to be cuddling them. I pushed away the memory of yesterday night that brought a pang to my heart.

I tiptoed to the computer and booted it, silently cursing the whir it made. The snores didn't diminish. I rubbed my hands together and waited for the machine to boot nervously. 

As quickly as I could, I opened the forum and logged in to it. I slowly digested the change in the opening page. My jaw dropped as I saw more details. One thing was sure, Jane hadn't been idle yesterday when I was out humiliating myself in class.

First thing was the the new opening page of the forum, with a huge sticky note with all my rules on it. The rules were the same four rules that she had handed me in a sheet of paper. Except for the third one, which now read:

3. G should invite a person to the forum every day, and obey the first five instructions that any member in the forum gives you as quickly as possible. The instructions can be of any form, and must start with "G will".

I had completely forgotten that I let her choose the demerit for me, by exchanging two demerits for one.

It was incredible how I could go from scared to aroused and back again within seconds in this frightening manner. This was getting more and more out of hand. But boy, was I excited. 

Kinky G was loving this, flooding good sense out of my head with hormones. I was going to place myself in the hands of anybody in the forum. Horny old G was rubbing her pussy as I thought about the ramifications.

While my mind was wildly churning random thoughts, my vision subconsciously roamed over the forum's new unfamiliar layout. My eyes arrested themselves over a big number on the top right, sharply focusing and jarring me out of my thought train.

34. That was the number of members in the forum now. 34. I remembered it being around 10 or 11. There were now thirty fucking four people with access to my nude pics and videos. Jane was actually spending time and effort on this forum. It then occurred to me that she was not doing this alone. I remember the ominous "I had some help" from her, yesterday. I felt quite sick.

I slowly dragged the mouse to see who all the new members were, struggling to keep from shivering. Of course, there were Greg and Alicia. And then all the members of Jane's class. Well, nearly all. My heart pounded, waves of panic crashing against my throat. Today was Jane's class.

It was quite obvious that Jane had given out an invite to the forum to her class. I furiously looked up and down the list. Quickly, to my utter relief, I could immediately count at least 5 girls who were missing. Not everyone in the class was in the forum. This was important because it slightly allayed my fears of being made to appear nude in the class. I knew it was not beyond Jane, and the thought had wildly excited and scared me. I wondered if that would happen today. "G will strip down" seemed unlikely today.

I went back to the posts. I saw the large number of comments about the video I uploaded of me and Greg and Alicia. I was about to open the post to read them when I saw the next post. 

Dare #1. 

My pulse raced as the mouse pointer raced ahead to click on it. I clicked it open and read it. 

And re-read it.

What a disappointment. This seemed very tame.

What was wrong with me. 

But I really did expect more than this. I was geared up for having sex with five people or something.

"G will spend at least ten minutes of her time in class today walking in the aisles between seats, and doing rounds in general."

This could be exciting, I mused. I was going to be wearing a skirt just long enough to fully cover my slit. Most of these people, even though I taught them and stuff, were strangers of a sort. The idea of going around nearly bare-assed for the benefit of strangers, even those who had access to her nude pics, excited kinky G. I licked the sweat off my upper lip and closed the browser.

I was about to retreat quietly when I heard the sound of a tap in the sink in the bathroom. I froze.

_____________

"Hello, slut cow." I heard the chilling voice of Jane from the bathroom door. I whipped around and gawped, wordless. I looked back at the sheets, which were rustling now.

Jane giggled lightly as she put her toothbrush on the window sill. "How was your date night?" She inquired.

I watched as John revealed himself as the person under the sheets. I should have guessed. He grinned at me through a yawn as he righted himself on the bed. 

"Hi babe. You don't wear much clothes don't you?"

Jane laughed.

"No I don't." I replied drolly. I noticed that John was naked above the waist as he sat there rubbing his eyes. The sheets kept me wondering about the rest of him. 

"Do we have breakfast, cow?" Jane asked, tying up her hair near the mirror and throwing me a glance, catching me looking at John.

"Yes" I replied, in a whisper, gazing back at her. She went back to her mirror. 

"Good." Yawned John. He then got out of the bed. The sheet fell away. 

I gasped as a Jane's cold hand gently closed over my right nipple. 

"Close your eyes whore." Jane was pinching my right nipple between her thumb and forefinger. It wasn't painful, just humiliating. 

I looked at her, getting aroused. John was grinning at me, with curious mixture of lust and contempt.

"Close your fucking eyes Cunt. Unless you want more demerits." There was a twisted expression of spite and delirious glee in her face. I was arrested by the look. She was daring me to defy her. 

I knew she was possessive about John, but not to this extent. I correctly suspected then she wanted to do a show of control over me to John. And I went along with it. I shut my eyes.

I felt a tug on my nipple and followed the pressure. She was leading me across the room by using my own nipple as a leash. Gosh. My thighs were rubbing smoothly across each other.

As she led me out and closed the door, I opened my eyes, she looked at me, gently rubbing and twisting my nipples. "I like this." she said, not taking her eyes of my pinkish brown nubs. "From now on, when I click my fingers, like this" she snapped her thumb and forefinger together and clicked them. "You will place your teat on my hand so that you can be led by your built in leash. Got it?"

I nodded vigorously. She was really good at making me go all weak below the waist.

I was unceremoniously pushed down to the hall. Before slamming the door, she said.

"While you wait downstairs for your clothes, feel free to Jill off."

I whipped around. Was she serious?

"For each time you orgasm give yourself a demerit." Well that's torn it. I kicked kinky G into a room in my mind and closed the door. It was a bit of a struggle. Why did Jane have to do this?

I turned around, now slightly frustrated and started on my breakfast. 

"Oh!" I spun around on my chair. "G? You will try your hardest to come a lot of times for me, won't you?" Jane said, opening the door slightly and arresting me with her grin. 

Kinky G broke open her shackles and took control. I nodded, now really pumped up.

Her face split open into a wider smile. "I knew you wouldn't disappoint G."

Slam. I shuddered. I was really scared now.

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Slurp. Slosh. Slurp.

The sounds my fingers were making were driving me nuts. I had twice once already in 15 minutes and it had been explosive the first time. It worried me enormously that for the first time I was discharging a copious amount of fluid. I knew I was squirting; it made a sticky mess, and I was not used to it. I was more worried by the fact, now that I'd come, that it took Jane's domination and the subsequent inflicted humiliation to get this out of me.

The fear of demerits were not stopping me. They seem to egg me on. I wanted to see how far the rules would progress. I got feverishly excited at the prospect of demerits. My sick mind was completely looking forward to getting me humiliated as Jane's pet toy. 

I was already at the hands of anyone who knew my rules list. They could just send me a text with a dare or instructions in it and I'd have to obey them.

I was still lying in a puddle of my own secretions in the couch trying hard to have a third orgasm when Jane and John came down, noisily giggling and arguing among themselves. 

I stopped, now going red at blatantly jilling off in front of the happy couple. Jane said, "Carry on," and sat down to breakfast. Jon followed suit, giving me wink and a snigger. The look of contempt felt like he dropped a stone into my gut. I groaned as I came a third time.

Jane giggled. "How many Cow?"

Cow was fast becoming my new nickname. Usually though she prefixed it with slut, or whore or dumb or some equally humiliating assault on my dignity.

"Three", I grunted, now very sweaty. The couch was sticking to my thighs, my hands were slipping on my now red and gaping vagina. The whole room was a bit whiff-y. I continued nevertheless.

The next half an hour was boring. John and Jane were paying minimal attention to me, except to occasionally point and laugh. I didn't get any of their conversations - partly because of their hushed tones, and partly because I was trying my best to get myself off. 

They had both now finished their breakfast and picked up their bags. My heart skipped a beat as I saw them walk to the door, ignoring the naked TA with three fingers plunged into her red core.

They opened the door wide, exposing me to the gaze of anybody in the lobby. I looked pleadingly at Jane.

"Hahaha." Jane laughed loudly. "Do you reckon she'll come to class naked now if I didn't give her any clothes?"

My heart was pounding. 

"Yeah... I mean... " said John with a grimace and a crooked smile. "Look at her"

A fourth finger found its way inside.

"Wow" said John. His eyebrows indicated that he'd noticed. I tilted my head back to rest on the couch, trying to avoid their gazes.

"Four fingers. Impressive" said Jane. "OK, G, I have a deal for you." 

I looked at her. If I were a dog, my ears would be pricked right now.

She shifted her bag from one shoulder to another, prolonging the period she had my attention by pretending to think. I mean, it was really hard for me to read any of her expressions at the moment, and I don't know if her wistful look was put on or real.

"If you manage to cum once more in the next thirty seconds, I'll give you some clothes that might just keep people from seeing your bits. How's that?"

The idea shook my entire body from head to foot, and I came immediately. Fluid squirted out from under my fingers and hit my palm, splattering all over the hall. I was drowned in a feeling of incredibly humiliation and a dizzy erotic charge.

"Ewwwwwwwwwww..." ejaculated Jane, drawing out the exclamation of disgust into a full two seconds and jumping out of the way as if I had peed. To be honest, it looked like that.

"Clean up and meet us at your car. I have your clothes with me. Seriously. Ew." she said and closed the door behind her.

The day had just started.

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G's Submission Ch. 12



It seemed like an eternity to me, but it was only about 2 minutes. I sat there, unable to control the shuddering. I would sit quietly for an eon, thighs gleaming with my expulsions, breasts heaving slowly, and then, a wrack of heavy shudders would follow. I was high. High on adrenaline, excitement and hormones. I slowly and gingerly got up from the couch, lifting myself up using my hands. My legs had become weirdly numb. It was a couple of hours to go to my first class of the day, and I had already masturbated and orgasm-ed four times.

The proximity to my class timings really turned me on. Weird observation to make at my current state, granted, but what do I do? My brain fucking worked like that. 

Worked was a word out of place there. I wanted to refuse to get the arousal get to me. The thing about this humiliation is, it is really really odd. When I am aroused and horny it amplifies my feelings by a billion times, making me a sniveling, submissive bitch in heat, putty at the hands of anybody who recognized that. Mainly Jane. 

But when I'm off the pedestal of horns, it hits me with the full force of what nature truly intended it to feel like. Humiliating. Degrading. Punching me in the gut with memories of the acts I had just performed. Just to stop feeling that, I try to bring some other emotion to cloud out the bitterness.I wanted to get back to feeling good! My brain wanted the original adrenalin rush back. Immediately after the orgasm, it was difficult.

But I was twenty one, naturally submissive and quite turned on when degrading myself. This sickness of my mind helped matters. By the time I had wiped myself up hurriedly with some tissues, locked the front door and gone down the stairs, I was clawing myself back into the tortured peak of perpetual arousal. All the bitterness I had felt when I had realized how openly I had degraded myself for the extremely high definition viewing pleasure of Jane and John went running away.

I was now heightened with fear and anticipation. Of Demerits. My brain had already gotten used to that level of humiliation. It wanted more.

You see, I had those orgasms at a terrible price. For each orgasm I had, the deal was, I owed Jane a demerit. A demerit was a punishment. A way of making my existence even more depraved. Each demerit allowed her to make each of my rules even worse. With each demerit I come closer to being a totally sick nympho slut, and I loved it. I recently admitted it out loud to a person who very quickly become close to my heart. Carrie. My first proper love.

The result: I lost her. But hey, I now enjoyed being humiliated much more, thanks to pouring my heart out. Fair trade, right? I thought bitterly.

Anyway, I now had four demerits and my rule list was already pretty bad. It already restricted me two pieces of ridiculously short items of clothing in public, had me invite people to an internet gang that was allowed to give me five dares a day, and had me make sure there was no clothing in sight whenever I had sex with anyone. Pretty damned humiliating. Exactly the kind of stuff that stoked the fires of Horny G.

I peered out of the empty apartment lobby and dashed down to the basement. Jane and John were talking and waiting for me, sitting on the hood of the car. I came up to them. 

Jane clicked her fingers, not looking at me, but continuing her conversation with John. I stared dumbly at the pair. John looked at me briefly, smiled at my naked body, winked and turned his attention to what Jane was saying. How rude, I thought, briefly, before turning my thoughts to Jane. 

The orgasm had left me with little energy to think, I found her gesture curious, but only for a couple of minutes. When I finally did catch on, I quickly brought my hands up and picked up my right boob, and maneuvered it into her waiting fingers, bright, engorged pink nipple first. 

How stupid of me to forget, right?

She grinned at me. "Very good cow."

I didn't know if I was disappointed or relieved at that point when she didn't penalize me for the delay.

I blushed when I realized I what I was actually feeling was a slight amount of pride at the "Very good" from Jane. Never mind if it was suffixed with a degrading dig at my apparently large breasts. 

John chuckled.

"OK girl, listen up..." She said as she led me by the nipple to the hood of the car and pulled me around so that I was facing her with my butt caressing the cold metal. She let go. 

"Four demerits!" How delightful. She actually kept count. That thought excited me. 

"Jane," I said weakly, "Can we just let these demerits and rules go? It is too risky, and..." I shuddered. I didn't have the faintest on why my voice took on this pleading note, however, after fighting about this very thing with Carrie the previous night. ".. humiliating."

I tried to reason internally. Maybe the presence of John seemed to awaken an element of common sense in me. It wanted me to at least pretend to resist, to look like I didn't actually want this. 

Jane cocked her head, mouth pursed in a pout. "Awww... Really? I thought we were having so much fun?" Her high voice grated on my head. I really couldn't stand her company, but here I was, naked in the parking lot in front of her and her boyfriend. 

I hastened to correct her. "I mean.. I am already listening to you.. " I bit my lip, as if trying to chew back the words. John cocked his eyebrows, listening to every word of mine. "I already obey and submit to you, right? Why do we need the rules?"

Jane's grin returned. She stared at me for a full 10 seconds, during which all words left me. 

"Because, my cow, " she deliberated on every word. 

"I need you to realize just how much of a total slut you are. 

I need you to live by these rules even if I am not present. 

And..."

I was completely transfixed by this teenager. 

"...it is just too much fun. Don't you agree?" Her face broke out in a wicked grin.

I looked at her for a second, then nodded weakly, completely giving in. John's trademark dumb grin had returned. 

I was literally left speechless. What do I say to that?

"OK, OK, let's not waste any more time. 4 Demerits. ooh" She rubbed her hands excitedly, like a maniac. She was absolutely power hungry. And crazy, this little twerp. 

Well, at that moment, I wondered who was crazier - her for coming up with these elaborate rules and taking glee at this ridiculous control, or me for giving in and being a submissive push over. I didn't have an answer.

"First, let's make this nipple thing a rule, shall we? And add another demerit to it. Apart from presenting your boob as a handle when you see some fingers snapping, you'll respond to one more gesture, for your second demerit." My heart was beating hard. That was already two demerits gone. 

"Whenever you see someone holding out their finger like this," she made a fist and pulled out her index finger and wriggled it, as if beckoning to me to come, 

"you will," I was transfixed by her hooked finger. My ears were pricked, metaphorically. Somehow I knew where it was going to end up. I was now developing a second sense about Jane. Crazy crazy Jane.

"grab the hand," She waited for me, expectantly. 

I knew she expected me to obey her. Like a school child would repeat each phrase of a teacher verbatim. 

I looked at her pleadingly for a second, then sighed and grabbed her hand. 

"insert the finger in you..." she giggled as I guided her hand between my legs. 

I was wet, and the cold contact her fingers made with my warm innards made me gasp.

I took a deep breath and pulled the finger into me with a low squelch. Her finger was slowly forming a hook in me. 

I was now blushing furiously, refusing to look at John, to give him that satisfaction of the humiliating eye contact. I was back on the high horse, though, which was nice.

I wanted to desperately look around too, cause I was completely naked in a public parking lot, holding the wrist of my room-mate, guiding her finger into me. 

I only had eyes for Jane, however. I waited for her lips to move, and complete the rule.

"Finally, guide it to your spot... " My heart skipped a beat. Surely, she didn't just say that.

"What?" Both me and John said. I had a feeling he didn't know what she was talking about. But I did, and couldn't quite comprehend the scale of her deviousness.

Where does she even come up with this shit? I never for a while could believe that it was from her own fertile imagination.

"You know what I mean," she told me brusquely. She turned her torso around to face John, inevitably wriggling her finger in me in the process, causing me to gasp as a new area of cold finger got warmed up by me. "I'll show you later.." she winked, before turning back.

I wanted to melt into a pool right there. A pool of my own secretions, it would have to be, I thought grimly.

Instead, I eventually pulled up her finger to the bundle of nerves behind my clit. I basically didn't have much maneuverability, but she helped a bit. She was virtually rubbing at my G-spot, but stopped when she saw what a wet mess I had become - at how close to an orgasm I was.

"Excellent! You will clamp down on my finger, and not let go." She turned around, still with her finger hooked in me, and made me follow with the slightest pressure, taking me on a tour of the car park, while I tried not to let her slippery digit escape.  

Yeah, that happened. And it was the most erotic moment of my life. I bet I looked like a dumb fucking bimbo. That was Jane for you. Constantly tipping the crazy scale.

I was in a frenzy by the end. I didn't know many neighbors, but the thought of being caught made my heart skip beats. I thought of Mrs. Burton (the middle aged woman from next door who helped me out with dinner whenever I had exams) seeing me right now and shuddered violently. Or the boys next door. Or the cute guy in the ground floor. I was mortifying myself.

But there was nothing much I could do about it. I just had to ride it out and hope Jane wouldn't sabotage her own chances of having fun with me by putting me in danger. I was literally putting my safety in a teenager's hands. I shuddered again.

When a whole tour was complete, she pulled her hand out. It was glistening. She rubbed it in the bare pubic area right above my slit. 

"Wasn't that fun?" She asked me, and waited expectantly for an answer. Well, I had to give her one, and there was only one answer I could give.

"Yes." My voice was a hoarse, barely audible croak. My mouth had gone dry. I cleared my throat and repeated it again.

"Good" She clapped, beaming at me. "The other two rules. Hmm..."

She rolled her eyes as if to think for a moment, then suddenly turned to John.

"Sweetie, why don't you bring the car out front, and we'll join you there?"

Maybe she had sensed something. I'd never know.

John, slightly upset by the request to get out of the scene, smiled nevertheless. "OK, babe.." He said, and caught the keys Jane threw at him. He winked at me and pulled out. 

I got the feeling he had been enjoying the show so far. Duh. This was kinkier than the kinkiest porn he could find on the internet, I thought. Oh how very wrong I was. Anyway, I wasn't sad to see the back of him as he drove up the helical ramp leading out to the driveway.

Jane waited till the car was out of sight and whipped around.

"Okay G... Two demerits. I want you to chose them. Now." She said, wickedly grinning, as she pulled out a small pouch from her bag. I looked at her questioningly.

"Have you ever wondered where I get all these ideas of stuff to do to you?" she said, in a slow patronizing voice, as if talking to a mentally retarded person. Which, let's face it, I was, at that point. For all practical purposes.

I perked up into attention. As a matter of fact, I had always wondered. The stuff she made me do required an active imagination, and an eighteen year old teenager couldn't have thought up of all this herself, could she?

I nodded.

She smirked. "Let's just say, a place on the internet." Her arrogant and cocky demeanor clearly left me at a loss for words. I just stood there, waiting for words to emanate from between her lips. "A forum... of like-minded individuals. Doms. Who have other subs that crave humiliation and get off on being told to do crazy kinky stuff. Like you."

I could have guessed. That explained everything!

A lot of things clicked in my head. I couldn't figure out if this revelation made it worse or better for me. In terms of her games not losing the charm they had.

She was excited as she talked about the forum, about how there were all these mostly middle aged people, controlling teenagers of age with erotic fantasies into doing these crazy dares. It sounded too creepy.

Then, she bragged about how nobody had the level of control as she had on her sub. Me.

About how she was youngest dom in the forum, by miles. 

About how she had one of the oldest subs among the Doms there. I shuddered.

She was practically showing off to me about showing me off to the forum, as if I were not the very sub she was talking about. 

My head ached. 

It was a lot of information to digest at that point of time, and in my shock, I sort of blanked off. So I was officially a sub to Jane now? I hated the Ds lingo. But the thought was exciting. It made me slightly delirious. This was awesome, my brain decided for me.

Soon, she got to the point. " ... anyway, that would have to wait for another day, I told them. Is that okay?" She was asking 

I looked up, trying not to seem like I didn't completely listen to the last few minutes of her monologue. What would have to wait for another day? I wanted to know. I tensed up suddenly.

She was looking at me with so much expectation in her eyes that I just nodded. 

She still looked slightly ready to be disappointed. I smiled faintly. I don't know why, but it seemed like that would be the right thing to do.

It sent her on a mad frenzy of excitement. At that moment I realized again how truly young she was. She bounced on the balls of her feet, excited. She was flushed red, giggling furiously, her eyes wide and brimming with maniacal glee. 

I was really getting scared and excited. Whatever it was I consented to I don't think it would be easy on my reputation. She was unpredictable, with a possible megalomania. A dangerous combination. Either way, I was resigned to be a submissive to her for a foreseeable bit of my future.

The thought made me queasy. I contemplated on all my actions that brought me here. The exhibitionism, the rules, the lack of any protest to all her crazy schemes. The escalation of her dominance over my life in such a short period was shocking. But it was all explained by her being in a forum of Doms. She had been a member even before she met me. She was probably lapping up all the stories and escapades of the people in the forum. Hungry for a sub. And then, I had come along. What a delightful fucking coincidence.

"OK," she said, and pushed her bag up. "You can either chose two demerits from this bag," She said, shaking it's contents. "Or, you can chose two existing rules to make even harder."

"Um. " I was still dazed. Of course I should be choosing two new rules. All my current rules were too crazy. There was no scope for making them worse. The calm voice of reason told me to dip my hand into the bag.

But then, a new voice echoed from the back of my head. Go for it. Make an existing rule worse. Much worse.

I shook my head and forced myself to pick a chit from the bag. Jane looked slightly disappointed, but she hid it well. "Well, Open it! " She said, with moderate enthusiasm. 

I opened it and read it. And reread it. 

"Well, what does it say?" Jane peered over and read the chit aloud.

"G will post one video staring herself every week, at least 10 minutes long, on www.*********.com. The video should receive a 4 star + rating, or it wouldn't count."

Jane looked up at me in apprehension. She knew what was happening. She knew I was about to break. This site looked bad. My heart was racing. It was a public site. It was not like the forum where the access was controlled. This was out there. 

I was scared.

"Please..." I said, before I could help it. My eyes were wide and glistening. I looked at Jane.

Then a more powerful emotion than my own fear came crashing down upon me. Jane's disappointment. I could feel her resignation and sadness. It was the sadness of watching a sister lose her favorite toy. I could have done a better analogy there, but nevertheless, that was the sick and perverted emotion running through me right then.

I looked at her for a moment. My insides were a raging torrent. After a while, my mouth decided to work.

"... will you make sure I don't get expelled." I said. I don't know why. I should have just said "...let's stop this." Like so many occasions before. 

But I didn't. I felt gloomy and sick. These emotions were quickly dispelled by Jane's lit up face.

"Yay!!" She bounced. 

She then actually hugged me. I was sure at that moment she was thinking of how much of a star she'd become in her little forum, but it didn't bother me. I could feel her tiny face nestling on my crushed boobs. I blushed slightly.

She looked up, noticed it, and playfully bit at my right nipple before backing off and opening her tablet to jot down the new rule.

She had done the whole hug and bite routine in a flash, quite nonchalantly. It left me blushing furiously and worked up. I looked down at my right nipple. It was not even wet. It didn't even have a bite mark. 

She just bit my right nipple and acted like nothing happened. 

I shook my head. It bothered me that this bothered me more than my newest rule.

"So this is now your rule number 6!"

I nodded, my fickle brain quickly excited again.

"The next one. The last demerit. Come on G. Chose." She had way more authority in her voice now than she ever had. She knew she had a die hard submissive in me. My actions in the last hour or so spoke for themselves.

"I'll, um... make an existing rule worse." I said. After having heard my new rule, this seemed safer. Then, a thought struck me out of nowhere. I held my breath a bit and boldly said. "Rule number 2."

Jane cocked her eyebrows at this.

She then saw the look of immediate regret in my face.

She roared with laughter. 

"I never gave you permission to chose, but wow. You really are an exhibitionist slut.." She said after her laughter had subsided into some chuckles. 

Yes, I chose rule 2. I was a dumb bimbo after all. I told myself. Why would a dumb bimbo not want to be dressed like a whore? Through all the satiric self lambasting, I was getting really scared. I didn't know what had come over me.

No, it was not a mistake. My mouth was all ready to say "Rule 2". It did so with surprising abruptness. Almost as if it didn't want to give my brain a chance.

Jane looked at me in a daze for a moment. I had pleasantly surprised her with that, and it showed. She was clearly loving me a bit more for that. I shuddered.

"Let me see..." She said, tearing her eyes off me and consulting her screen. She went through her notes, then looked up, with an excited smile on her lips.

"The part where your tops must show cleavage and midriff. Yeah.." She bit her lip. 

"Let's add position of nipples to that, shall we?"

I looked at her, puzzled.

"Let me spell it out to you, my dear bimbo.. Your top will no longer hide your nipples. People looking at your boobs..." she giggled and lightly slapped my right breast, over the side. I was hooked to every one of her words. The light physical abuse hardly registered. ".. should have a clear view of the shape, size, and position of your nipples."

My look was blank with astonishment. Surely, she didn't mean for me to go topless all the time. She might as well me reading my mind.




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"This doesn't mean you'll be going topless. It only means your top won't make it difficult for me to locate and pinch your teats. They'll either be too tight, or too sheer. Got it?"

I slowly nodded. Well, I'd asked for it. My stomach seemed to be doing loop-de-loops.

A little lower down, however, a very warm fire was burning.

She snapped her fingers at me. "Good."

I obediently placed my left tit between her fingers. She led me out of the parking lot to the waiting car outside.

I followed her, bare ass naked, going forth taut, erect pink nub first. I shook my head, then stopped. Why would I think about this? Bimbo's shouldn't have to think. I felt a release at the thought. I let the finger pinching my nipple take over.

My body relaxed. The warm feeling in my lower gut spread upwards. I slowed down to increase the distance between me and Jane. My left breast became a longer cone. Jane had to pinch harder. It seemed better now. It felt just right. 

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I got up and looked back. The gate was far away. I had managed to slip past security without being a seen, which was a relief considering what I was wearing. Jane was driving, and John was in shotgun. They both had IDs, and the car had a sticker to show it was registered with the Uni. The security had no reason to stop us. Besides, the men at the gate knew both Jane and John by sight, as the gate we took led us straight to the "Spot", and not a lot of people other than prof. D's students entered through this path. Unluckily, that meant the guys knew me too, so I had to hide.

Which brings me to what I was wearing. When Jane said "not topless", what she actually meant was, nearly topless.

I was wearing a top which failed in it's one job. Covering my bust. It stopped short of completely covering my areolae. I mean, to call it a crop top would be a defamation of crop tops. It had sleeves and everything. It was white, like my skin, but it stopped a tiny bit short. That tiny bit was no consolation. I could not, try as I might, persuade it to travel even an inch lower. I could stretch it across, and it would cover me with a millimeter to spare, but if I relented slightly the top was more than happy to spring back up. It seemed most comfortable hanging off my nipples, a tiny pink sector peeking permanently under the bottom hem, along with, of course, the rest of my breasts.

I was petrified when I realized that this was what I would be wearing for the class. The top was so bad that I actually didn't worry about the skirt. The skirt was an equally tiny affair, but I was already used to the standard five inches. Sure, it meant I was actually displaying the vee of the start of my pubic area, telling people I met I shaved down below, and mooning everyone behind me when standing still, but I had done this yesterday, and not a lot of people saw me. Only two people saw me, to be precise - Greg and Alicia. And by now, I suspect they have seen a lot more of me on the forum. So I shouldn't really care, I told myself.

Except that wasn't true. The last dare from my now replaced rule would make sure of that. On top of that, I would have to now have to obey five dares per day given by, terrifyingly, anybody. As long as any instructions directed at me prefixed with the words "G will", I have to obey them. For five times at least. 

As usual, I was early. Halfheartedly, I noticed that the L shape of the desks on the dais had been rearranged and went about rebuilding my fortress. I feared that someone approaching me today would get a full shot of my assets. Modesty would be near impossible in my current state of undress.

Jane and John sat themselves in the first row, and chuckled at my efforts while getting an eyeful, I was sure. Why was John even here? He didn't even take this course. 

As if on cue, he kissed Jane on the lips, and after a murmured goodbye to her, winked at me and left.

I waited, well concealed for the kids to trickle in, my anticipation heightening. I was almost losing it by the time the class was filling itself. All the people of the forum immediately distinguished themselves by trying to peer into my fort without getting up onto the podium. They knew my rules. They knew what I'd be wearing. And in a few minutes, they'll be daring me to do stuff.

I was terrified. By the time class started, the whole room started to spin in rhythm with the thumping of my heart. I felt like I was about to pass out.

I looked at Jane. She had been browsing something on her phone, with a sly grin and occasional mute giggles for the past twenty minutes. She did not look up and catch my eye.

I grew despondent. 

And then, suddenly, the light from the screen of her phone died, and she slid it under the desk. And looked at me, grinned, and winked.

I relaxed. "I stopped fighting the inner slut" was how I'd describe the next 5 minutes, in my best smutty-kung-foo-speak.

My brain relinquished control to the fire burning in my bare lower belly. I was a bimbo once again. The airhead whore teaching assistant was not late for class.

For a full ten minutes, nothing extraordinary happened. The emotion and common sense which had kept me in a heightened state of hysteria for the past few moments had retreated to a vague corner of my mind. This same bundle of neurons was faintly surprised that my phone wasn't bombarded with dares yet. It also reasoned that nothing seemed wrong with the class. I could only count 4 people who weren't in the forum. One boy whom I suspected was gay, and three girls, of which two would definitely raise hell if they knew what was happening.

But four was a minority. I didn't care right then. The whole class had helped themselves to sheets of paper by now and settled into the heads down, test completion mode. I slowly got up. 

I sighed. As good as any time. I got down the dais, as silently as possible. A few heads raised. A few grins widened. A few jaws dropped. A few girls silently snickered. 

The still-fighting sensible part of my soul scanned the classroom for the four people who weren't in the forum. They were all blissfully unaware. The sane voice in my head was silenced. 

I slowly walked down the aisle closest to left side of the room. I don't know whether it was by chance or by design, but the only person who was part of the ignorant four in that aisle was Emma. 

She was a dreamy little thing, usually lost in her own world. Frail and small, with huge glasses and pale skin, I had often found myself staring at her freckles in the past. I suddenly realised how pretty I thought she was.

My mind was grinding painfully now, revolving around thoughts of Emma, as I walked to the end of the aisle, looking at her blonde head buried in the paper, mouth licking the pen. I ignored the snickers from either side of me. I was in a zone. I knew people were looking at my nipple, perkily showing itself under my top. I knew people were trying to catch a glimpse of my naked pubic area, as I walked slowly. I walked past the leering bunch steadily. My heart was beginning to pound weakly. I was getting excited. Good excited. 

I shuddered at the incredulous look a girl was giving me. I knew she was in the forum, but she still couldn't believe what I was doing.

I walked on. My mind was zoning out all the stares and looks. It was focused on one of two things only now. Emma and my rules. By the time I had reached the end and turned around, I had formed a plan. A crazy plan, but a plan nonetheless, that would make sure I pleased Jane.

I fully realized my situation. I had snapped back to reality. 

I looked up. Half the heads were turned around, staring at me. The other half would do the same, and the first half would reluctantly turn back to do the test. It was as if a whole class was being furtive.

I laughed weakly and inwardly.

The only head that wasn't turning was Emma's. The people around her, and those around the three others, seemed to be extra careful, trying not to be seen trying to stare at me. Their extra efforts into keeping my secret thrilled me.

My phone vibrated. It was a message from Jane.

I quickly read it. It was my first dare. And it brought my heart to my throat. "Make sure you have at least five markers inside you when you're on the next walk."

I read and re-read it. This was crazy. Before I could calm myself, my phone vibrated again. "I'm filtering all the dares and selecting the five best. To maximize fun. You can thank me later."

I slowly walked back, keeping away from Emma. I looked for all the markers I could find under the desk and near the whiteboard. I could only find three. What the dare wanted me to do was crass, unhygienic and thoroughly erotic. I finally found two more empty markers in the bin.

I sat down in the chair and wasted no time. I put the five markers on the table and took one. I poked it in. It went in easily. I shivered. It went in too easily. 

What was I doing?

My hands were shivering as I looked at the sea of faces. They knew what I was doing. I closed my eyes in humiliation as my fingers closed in over another marker.

Plop.

I froze.

The first marker had slipped out of me. I sat there nonplussed as every face in the room looked at the source of the sound. Every eye followed the now glistening marker roll to the edge of the dais and stop. My heard thudded and my face turned red as I saw blooming understanding in all the faces in the class. 

No points for guessing the number of disinterested people at the end.

I quickly looked at a non-existent paper on my table top, ignoring the looks expecting me to retrieve the pen. I stayed with my eyes fixed at the wood on the table, as though I was reading something and had not noticed the marker fall. Finally the four people who mattered lost interest and one by one, went back to the test. Again, my brain had stretched a 5 second event into an episode.

I gingerly went back to the dare. Silently, I inserted three markers in me. I felt quite full. The markers, while individually thin, when clumped together seemed to dig right into my belly. I was afraid I might get cramped. 

I groaned, mentally kicking myself.

The humiliation was suffusing every pore in my body.

I steeled myself and prodded the fourth one inside, looking pale. My pussy muscles tried to clench, grasping at them. There was no room!

I took a huge breath as one of the markers reached new depths inside me. The silent gasp immediately forced all the four markers out of my slippery entrance. They were only arrested my quick hand blocking their way out.

I took another deep breath and forced all the four in again, this time together.

They expanded my vagina even more, increasing the cramping feeling. I trudged on.

The only marker I could see was the one at the edge of the dais. I gritted my teeth and stood up. 

Each of my actions was slow, measured and full of tension. I was a raging bundle of nerves. And this was only the first dare.

I kept standing for a full minute, thighs clamped together. I finally decided that enough was enough and slowly tiptoed to the edge of the stage.

Still safe.

I started the bend, thighs glued together. I felt oddly lady-like as I reached for the wet marker. The gawking faces with open mouths were mere distractions. My fingers closed over the slippery customer.

I stood up again and retreated back to the safety of my desk, the precious prize clutched in my hand.

I turned around and waited for a couple of moments. I crouched and spread my legs slightly, steeling myself for four plops. Nothing came.I clenched my pussy. The four markers were fully inside me. I felt relieved and hugely embarrassed at the same time. Most of all, I was violently aroused.

What have I been reduced to?

I parted my labia with the fifth marker. I slowly screwed it in to join its friends, and nearly came in the process. 

I rested my arm on the table and put my head on it. Bent and catching my breath, I had forced all the five markers in me. I rammed it home for good measure.

Once.

Twice.

Three times. 

The third time, I hit something. Possibly my cervix. The feedback reached my throat!

I quickly allayed the fears. I reassured myself.

I straightened up. I got down.

I started the long walk. I don't suppose I looked very different on the outside, apart from my baby steps. But the stares I got were less guarded now. Everyone was now looking directly at the hem of my skirt. I suppose they were expecting something to fall out. How did they know? It was like they had a hive mind.

I reached the end of the room. I rested my back on the wall and caught my breath as if I had finished a long sprint. My five inhabitants, my chief sources of discomfort, were safe inside me.

My phone vibrated. "Well done!" 

I nearly gave up, right then, as the realization hit me. This was just the fucking first dare. 

I wanted to just stop and stay behind the desk. I glared vacantly at the incredulous faces. They were watching a drama play out in front of them. A highly erotic, clandestine drama. And I was the star. They couldn't believe their luck.

I checked myself. The fact that all I could see of Emma's head was its back calmed me. Why?

I can never tell. Some girls are special.

I forced myself to read on. "Dare number 2. Strip off your skirt. You need not move. Just strip off."

I should have expected it. I did expect it. But I still had a mini-heart attack. 

I didn't move for a full minute. I was just clutching the phone and standing. 

And then, slowly, deliberately, as if out of my mind, I pulled the skirt down my legs. I winced as I bent. While my hips and waist were flexible, the markers were not.

I gingerly stepped out of the skirt and straightened up, clutching it in my left fist as I checked my vibrating phone with my right. The whole world felt surreal. I was bottomless in my class at Uni.

Why is everyone's worst nightmare my erotic dream?

"Wow. Just... Wow. I didn't think you'd do it. Just wow. Hang on!" The text read.

Jane was furiously typing. The class was no longer silent. A slow murmur gradually increased in intensity. I was shaking in place. 

"Are you sure you want to continue?" Was the next text.

"Yes." I replied. Very very quickly.

The murmur died down as quickly as it started. "Wow G. Wow. OK. Number 3. Here you go. Squat and eject. Come on. Lay eggs."

The text sounded crazy to me, oddly. I mean, I was bottomless with five marker pens struggling for space inside my vagina, and all I could think of was the Jane's sense of humor. I was freaking out. I was dreading the end of this. 

I nevertheless squatted and gingerly spread my thighs. I heard gasps. I closed my eyes and squeezed. Sweat dripped down my forehead. What was I doing? 

I was squatting at the end of the aisle in the classroom, spreading my thighs and exposing my pussy to everyone who cared to turn back and look.

It felt like ages. I was afraid I might have to use my hand to pull them out. But somehow, I felt Jane wouldn't like that. I squeezed and strained.

After what felt like a full minute, I was rewarded by a small squirt. Had I come? I shuddered. 

Then a very muted plop. Followed by 4 more.

I felt empty. My head was pounding.

Dead silence. I looked down. There were the five markers, in a gooey pool.

I looked up slowly. My heart stopped. The entire aisle was looking. There were people from the adjacent rows standing over, craning their necks. The whole class was looking. But I had eyes for only one shocked face.

Emma. Her eyes were wide. Her small pretty mouth was open. How could she so suddenly matter so much?

Something snapped inside me. All my plans to survive the day while retaining any decency had just vanished. I started to tear up.

I got up shivering. I started running towards my desk, slipped on my own secretions, grabbed thin air, fell on my knees. I changed my mind.

I pulled myself to my feet again, and ran, out of the class this time, with my skirt clutched in my fist. I made straight for the Spot. I ran without looking back, my mind filled with the images incredulous faces.

I didn't hear the explosion of noise behind me in the class. I just ran.

I didn't care for the consequences of displeasing Jane. I just ran.

My heart was laden with the wide-eyed expression that I saw on Emma's face. I just ran. 

I just ran.

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 Okay, once again, thanks all for the encouragement, particularly, a certain Eve. This is when I need to start deciding stuff. This chapter started entry into weird fantasies territory. A lot of people might not enjoy it. Should I continue? Or not?

If I am to continue this story, should I tone it down a bit? Or go even more over the top? Suggestions and criticisms, please.



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 Apologies for the long delay. I wanted to listen to all comments, and listen I did. I scrubbed off an even more ridiculous, over the top chapter and wrote this instead. You guys are essentially driving the story now. The next chapter, in the current direction, would be G's time with Emma, the consequences of G's shenanigans in class, and the repercussions of G ignoring Jane. I will direct the story into a direction that the more discerning comments lead me to, so please do comment! 

Finally, a thanks to all the suggestions and comments and emails. I'll refrain from leaving any names here, but you know who you all are ;)

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The sun was warm around me. The queer patterns the sunlight made through the leaves danced on the stone bench. The sounds of the classroom were far away for the moment, but they were rapidly becoming closer. I was panicking. I wanted to go back. I was so scared of the thought of a displeased Jane. Was I scared of her? Was I afraid of her releasing all the incriminating photos and videos?

I was also afraid of my class. They had all seen me naked. They had all seen me literally deliver 5 marker pens out of my vagina. They were probably going ape-shit crazy. What was I doing with my life? I mean, most sluts and bimbos wore tight, skimpy clothes and fucked around. But not me, no.

I was hyperventilating. I was fragile, shaken and trembling. Life would never be the same again. I would probably be reported to the Dean. I would be expelled. I would probably never get a job...

Voices.

I kept my head buried in an alcove formed by my arms. The noises grow louder. Steadily.

Mainly girls, walking down the path to the spot from the class. My heart was thumping.

They were within the trees now, along the border of the clearing. One of the girls not in the forum was yelling. She was furious. I could hear Jane's voice among others, calming her down. I couldn't make out much. I slumped deeper into a self-induced coma. I did not hear anything.

Maybe because I was wallowing in my sorrow. Maybe because my ears were pricked for one voice.

Emma. I probably should have told you about her earlier. I have a crush on her. She was important. And she had just seen me bottomless in the back of the class ejecting marker pens out of myself.

And worst of all, my roommate Jane gave me the instructions to do so. And I obeyed. It is a long story. The thought should have angered me. But, no. Not me.

I was rubbing my pussy on the rough stone of the bench gently. My lips parted. Yeah, the ones down there. 

My open vagina completely suctioned onto the stone with a slurp. The noise turned me on soooo much. I ground myself gently on the bench, oblivious of the receding noises in the background.

My distended clit poked out, and got crushed under my weight.

I groaned inaudibly and stilled my hips. Oh God.

I tried to think of something disgusting. I did not want to come then. I tried to think of getting expelled. Going back to the apartment. 

That worked, until my imagination took the idea and ran away with it. 

I imagined Jane'd take complete control over me. I imagined being naked in the apartment all the time. Serving Jane being her slut. Strange new thoughts dug at my gut. The pleasure was strange, twisted. The ideas were vivid and depraved.

I was crushing my tender pussy on the bench. I was not being gentle. By now my moans were not so silent. My shaking of hips was not so subtle. My clitoris was boring through the wet stone. I slipped out one arm from under my head and extended my hand downwards. One touch.

With a shattering orgasm I stopped my jerking. I don't know how long I came, or how many times. All I know was I sat there, clutching my thigh with one hand and my face buried in the elbow crook of my other, shuddering. I had splattered again, this time with less intensity. 

My thighs were glistening. My pussy snot, for lack of a better phrase, was dripping down the bench in slow drops, landing in the grass between my feet.

How low could I sink?

I stayed still for 5 minutes, trying not to think of anything sexual. Well, that orgasm pretty much confirmed it. I wanted this.

I had to go back to apologize to Jane. But Emma would be there. And she'd be so disgusted by me. If she wasn't already, that is.

I couldn't bear to move.

I wanted to stay there forever, my breasts crushed between my chest and the table, my clitoris smashed to the bench. That would be a good punishment for it. That bundle of nerves was what was controlling me, not Jane... 

I thrust my hips even harder on to the stone, as if in rage. 

***

"G?"

I am startled. I don't move. The voice.

"Please get up G." 

It couldn't be.

"I know you can hear me." The tiny, lilting voice was very close to me.

The melodious sweet voice.

Emma's voice.

I straightened up. 

I try to get up to scramble away, but my pussy lips seemed stuck to stone bench. My legs had no feeling.

I looked at her, expecting disgust. I found her smiling reassuringly. I was never more surprised than I was at the moment. 

"Are you okay?" She said, weakly. I could tell she was not completely comfortable speaking with a nearly naked girl, but she was making an effort. I could just sense Jane behind me.

My jaw opened and closed without making any noise. Boy was I wreck.

But then, what do you expect?

"How long..." I managed to whisper hoarsely. My voice seems to have decided to take the rest of the day off.

"Since before you came honey... " Jane's voice came from behind me.

I was mortified. My face went bright red. I turned my neck and spotted Jane. Alone.

Thank God. 

I turned back to Emma. I still couldn't believe how cool she was with the whole thing. 

Emma's smile was more nervous now, making her prettier, if possible.

I felt Jane's hand snake around my body, now. I chilled. All fight in me had died for good. All I cared about was that Emma was cool with it. 

I mean, she might not be comfortable with it. She might not even care. She might just be acting reassuring because Jane had told her to be so. I, of all people knew how persuasive Jane can be. 

But to me, it didn't matter. Emma hadn't sneered at me in disgust.

Jane's finger grasped my right breast now hanging free under the crop top. She squeezed it gently on her way down my navel to the juncture of my legs. She gently pushed one thigh, then the other with a finger, indicating me to spread my thighs. I obeyed in tune to her fingers.

Emma looked on with wide eyed shock.

I tore my gaze away from Emma who had gone from slightly pale to white and now was flushing red at the sight of my submissiveness.

I looked down at Jane's hands instead, and caught sight of what shocked Emma. My pussy lips were spread wide and come unstuck from the bench, and my distended clit was staring right at her. The shame! God!

Jane extended her index finger down to the start of my slit. To my wet, engorged, very visible nub. I could imagine her smile.

She scratched the hood with her fingernail, making me shudder into a minor quake. The wet bench was refreshed with a fresh coating of clear, slightly foamy juices from my clenching vagina. Emma gasped.

Jane didn't stop. She formed a forceps with her index finger and thumb and pulled my clit hood up, exposing my button of shame. I tried to push my torso into the bench to hide all my exposed jewels from Emma, but it was no use.

Jane pinched pulled the delicate bit of skin above my clit harder upwards. "tut tut." She, well, tutted, as if disappointed by her performing dog.

Emma gasped and looked wide eyed at Jane.

Sharp pain as the fingernails dug into my fairly sore nether regions, and I gave in, doing exactly what Jane wanted me to do. The last of my resistance wearing off at the sight of Emma's sympathy to my pain. 

I leaned back and spread my thigh. I was thoroughly and fully exposed to Emma. I had little else to hide, and I could feel my brain hiding into a corner of my head, shrinking with it all feelings of embarrassment and modesty. I looked up at her reaction, resigned to my fate.

Emma saw me looking up and tore her eyes off my very exposed lady parts. She then suddenly seemed to get her voice back. She turned her head to the side with a slightly nervous giggle and put her open hand like a blind near her eyes to partially avoid seeing me. Through all my depraved humiliation, I loved her response to a naked woman spreading herself in front.

"Jeez, too much pink girls..." She said, in a strangled voice.

"That was the idea." Jane replied. I looked up and Jane was grinning. "She's a submissive exhibitionist." I dare not open my mouth.

It took a while for the information to sink into Emma. I spent the time blanking out the events, just fervently hoping against hope that Emma wouldn't run away disgustedly. I mean, that would be the normal reaction of a straight girl when seeing another girl splayed open in such a depraved fashion, exposing herself so wantonly, while another girl pulled up the shred of skin that covered her tenderest parts. 

"Since when?" Emma shot back, looking at Jane's stare. Well, Emma was no straight girl. Or she was an exceedingly tolerant teen. Whatever it was, she was different.

"A few days. Barely a week, in fact." Jane said. At this point, both of them were speaking as if I weren't there. Jane had let go of my clit hood, mercifully, and wiped her wet fingers on my boobs. The skin was settling back over my nub, with no more than a couple of dents where her nails had dug into it. I pulled my thighs shut quickly.

"And is she gay?" Emma asked, the throaty quality returning to her voice.

Jane nodded. "In fact, she discovered she was gay only because of you Emma." I wanted to speak up, to tell Emma that Jane was making up stuff, the harridan. But my mouth was stilled with shock.

My head jerked up to glare at Jane, whose eyes stared back with a twinkle of mischief in them.

Emma went absolutely crimson. Her cheeks were suffused with color. I tried to work out if she was offended, disgusted or pleased. 

But I think, through the surreal haze of shock that clouded my vision, she was pleased and embarrassed. Maybe even flattered. My heart did a leap. 

"But..." Emma tried to look away from me.

"But you must know, she's also extremely turned on by being humiliated." Jane smirked. 

Ouch. Jane had crossed a line. Emma's credulity was already stretched thin.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. It was one thing being humiliated by Jane, but quite another being made a spectacle of in front of Emma. My worry that Emma might be too alarmed or shocked was being confirmed, and I was scared now.

Emma's eyes narrowed. She looked sharply at Jane, in a way that seemed to burn through her soul. I suddenly chilled. Something about Jane's statement and my reaction to it seemed to affect Emma. Jane was taken aback, as if hit by sharp contrition. Her maniacal, gleeful grin faded suddenly to a guarded, almost apologetic pout.

"Umm.. Jane?" Emma said softly. I could hear a steady conviction in her voice. "Give us a minute will you? We'll meet you in the class?"

"Umm .. Sure babe..." She backed off, slightly put off and puzzled. "I understand. You need some alone time with her..." 

She gave me a piercing glare before looking back at Emma. 

"Don't keep me waiting too long girls," She picked up her bag, and walked backwards to the edge of the clearing. "I have some pretty great plans..."

"Sure Jane.." Emma grinned, and gave her a thumbs up. Jane grinned back and turned around and walked to the class.

Emma went to the edge of the spot to make sure Jane was walking back all the way. 

Emma seemed to really want to talk to me alone. I figured that would be the ideal time to dress. By dress, I mean pulling up the excuse for a skirt to cover parts of me that Emma had seen in more detail than even I had. 

But I did it anyway, and by the time Emma came back, I was nominally covered, and pulling out tissues from my book-bag that Jane had been kind enough to bring from the class, and cleaning out the bench I had just sat on, along with my slightly tear stained face and the insides of my thighs. 

I pulled my crop top down to cover my breasts more sufficiently, thinking that I should be decent for some time at least before the elastic cloth decides that I shouldn't really be hiding my tits from Emma. I was under its mercy, really.

I tried to look Emma in the eyes, but I couldn't.

I knew what was coming, and I was readying myself for it.

Emma opened her mouth. "The part about having a crush on me..." My neck whipped up with such force that I almost had a neck sprain, and my nipples freed themselves promptly from the crop top and stared at Emma. It was only a matter of time... 

Emma cleared her throat and looked up from my nipples. "The part that Jane said about you having a crush on me... " she repeated. My heart was pounding. "Is that true?" 

I nodded. Slowly, hesitantly. "I'm sorry Emma. I never meant for you to see any of this... " I started to apologize awkwardly, but was abruptly cut off.

Emma had lunged at me, face first, almost toppling me backwards. I arrested my fall back on the table with one hand, and tried to grab Emma with my other, but nothing in life could have prepared me for what came next. 

Emma lips crushed my own. She was kissing me with such force that I was seeing stars!

I opened my mouth and let myself lie on the bench, giving in. Emma got on the table, her lips never leaving mine. She straddled me and thrust my mouth with her tongue, exploring me with it. I started crying, happily, and gave in. 

My insides were exploding, my brain was shot to hell, but I gave in, and lay down. She kissed me for what seemed like ages. 

I just gave in, tears of joy streaming down my face, a smile in my lips that I couldn't wipe.

***********

When we finally broke apart, Emma looked into my eyes for a long time. She got up, and sat on my bare belly, thighs and either side of me. Her jeans rubbed gently on my navel. 

I giggled, looking at her through my eyes blurred through tears. I couldn't believe what was happening. I rested my head back on the stone table, trying to convince myself that it was reality.

"So..." Emma broke the silence after a long time. I didn't want that moment to stop, but the inevitable had to happen. "This Jane..." 

And it did. My reality pinch had arrived. I visibly winced. Of all the ways I wanted to meet Emma, this wasn't how I imagined it. Not through Jane. It would forever leave a taint on our first meeting, I feared.

But somehow, that wasn't to happen. If there was any moment that I fished through my past during times that I needed affirming that Emma was special, not that there were many such moments, it was this. 

Emma noticed everything. The wince. The darkening of my face. Everything.

She immediately bent down and kissed me again, effectively shutting me up. She disengaged and whispered, "Never mind..." She then proceeded to lick off the salty tears from cheeks, leading to even more tears, rendering her efforts void. She finally got off and sat back up and looked at my teary face smiling vacuously. 

"Emma..." I whispered. She smiled, cocking an eyebrow and leaning her head in an incredible cute expression. "Thanks..." I said, my heart flooding with emotion.

"Oh you dumb bimbo... " She said, shaking her head, with a smile on her face. "You dumb dumb, beautiful angelic Bimbo... "

She leaned down for a last peck on my lips and slipped down, off the table. 

"Let's ditch Jane and go to my place?" She said, picking up her book back. I got up and nodded, grinning widely, while trying to wipe my face. I got down from the table as ladylike as I could and picked up the book bag. 

She grabbed my hand and led me full speed down the path. We entered my classroom, and raced through it. Emma yelled, "Don't wait up... " to a surprised Jane who was sitting on the front row, twiddling with her phone. I need not have turned back to see Jane's surprised expression. 

I followed Emma, as she clutched my arm and ran at breakneck speed. All thoughts left my mind, including Jane's slack jawed face composing itself into an expression of rage.

The ground flew beneath me, and everything was one, happy blur.