1 comments/ 61916 views/ 9 favorites Heidi's Diary: Day 02 By: koala011860091 Oh my God. Today was even worse. I can't believe what's happening to me, it all seems like some kind of nightmare. Justine is actually sleeping in my bed now, but once she found out about my diary, she made me write down everything that happened today. I started the day with the same confidence I had going to bed last night. I decided I needed to dress myself a little more carefully today. Up top I wore a lightweight cream colored turtleneck sweater, with a T-shirt and bra underneath. I wore a good pair of sturdy cotton panties, pantyhose, wool slacks, and a blazer. It was a touch warm for the weather, but I figured that it would be very hard to get me out of that outfit. I drove into the office, and thanked God it was a different guard behind the desk. As I walked by the cube farm, Justine and the three clerks were standing around giggling. Justine just looked at me with a predatory smile, and all of my courage and resolve seemed to vanish. I decided to go to my office before confronting her. When I got there, there was a large envelope on my keyboard. With trepidation, I opened up, and was horrified to see several 8 1/2 x 11 glossies of me in the mesh outfit. Two were of me in the lobby, one from the front and one from the rear. Under the bright lights of the lobby that outfit showed absolutely everything. The other three photos were from the gas station, two of them with my boobs out, and one with me showing my kitty as well. I should have guessed that she would take pictures, but I never saw any cameras, so it was a real surprise for me. There was a note in the envelope saying I should come to her desk. I walked back there, feeling none of the confidence I felt last night. Justine looked up as I approached, and frowned. She told me she was very disappointed in my outfit, but first she needed me to talk to someone. She picked up the phone, dialed a number, told the person on the other end "she's here, sir," and handed me the phone. I had no idea what she was up to, but I took the phone and said hello. It was Jared McIntyre. The president of our biggest client, and the defendant in the biggest case this firm has ever had. Getting assigned to this case was the linchpin of my plans to become partner. If I did well on this case, I'd be partner by the end of the year. I listened to him as he talked (which he can do quite a lot of) and occasionally answered his general questions. Suddenly I felt Nicole and Melissa on either side of me, pulling my blazer off my shoulders. I struggled with them briefly, but then I heard a strange noise. Justine had a large pair of scissors out, and was snipping the air with them. The message was clear, let them undress me, or they would cut the clothes off. I started to panic, and tried to think of a way out of this. As the clerks relieved my of my blazer, I asked Mr. McIntyre if he could wait a second for me to go back to my office so I could look at my notes. Unfortunately he insisted that this would just take a few minutes, and that he just wanted to tell me his latest thoughts on the strategy for the case. By this time, Justine had come around to the front of her desk, and sat on it in front of me. Slowly, she lifted the bottom of my sweater up, up to about my navel. She then undid the side zip on my slacks, and they slipped straight to the floor. I made a little yelp, which surprised Mr. McIntyre, and I had to spend a few seconds explaining it was nothing. As McIntyre proceeded to go on with his inane theories, Melissa and Nicole started to roll the top of my pantyhose down, until the waistband of my panties was exposed. Justine took the scissors, and with two quick snips, she cut the hips of the panties, and was able to pull them out the front. The friction of them sliding over my pubes reminded me that I was sore from all the time I spent diddling myself yesterday, but it also made me shudder uncontrollably. I tried to keep my composure as McIntyre asked me my thoughts, and I was forced to do more talking. As I tried to steer him back to our firm's established strategy, Melissa and Nicole pulled my sweater off my arms, and over my head. My T-shirt followed quickly. Much to my horror, I was standing out in the middle of our office, wearing only a bra and pantyhose, while I tried to persuade our biggest client not to do anything really stupid. I was totally humiliated, and even worse, I knew I was getting turned on again. Justine pushed her knee between mine, forcing me to spread my legs a little. She held out her hand, palm up, about two inches in front of my crotch. For a few seconds I couldn't figure out what she was doing, and then it hit me. She expected me to hump her hand again. My mind was screaming "no," but after the multiple orgasm of the night before, combined with the frustration of no orgasms since then, my body just took over. Almost by themselves, my hips thrust forward, pushing my crotch onto her hand. I began to work my hips back and forth, while trying desperately not to let McIntyre know anything was up. Suddenly, Tina's hands came around me, and she began to kiss my neck and squeeze my breasts. It let out a moan that I couldn't hide from McIntyre. Tina pulled my breasts out of their cups, and began tugging my nipples in time with my pelvic thrusts. She also began nibble on my ear, which was almost enough to send me over. Thank God McIntyre started talking again, so all I had to do was keep him from hearing my panting. I started gyrating my hips faster and faster, and Tina was pinching my nipples harder and tugging them more ruthlessly. Even though it was hurting quite a bit, I found myself edging closer and closer. Just as I thought I was going to cum, McIntyre wrapped his bizarre theories, and said good-bye. Tina stopped playing with my nipples and Justine pulled her hand away before I could climax. I whined in frustration as I realized I wasn't going to find release. Justine looked at her wet, slimy hand, and made a point of telling everyone how gross that was, and how she couldn't believe I had soaked through my hose. She proceeded to wipe her hand dry on my boobs. I hate to admit it, but even that almost made me orgasm, but she stopped too quickly. While I was still catching my breath, Justine moved faster than I could imagine, took her scissors, and cut my bra in three places. The ruined garment fell to the floor. Justine took the phone from me, and told me to sit at her desk until she got back. I was so disoriented that I didn't say anything as I sat down and she walked off with my clothes. The clerks went back to their desks and got to work. I thought of telling them that they were in big trouble, but since I was the one with nothing on but a sheer pair of pantyhose, that didn't seem too smart. I covered my boobs with my arm, and kept my thighs tight together, but there was no hiding that I was naked. I kept wondering where Justine could be, when I heard Derek's voice coming down the hall. Thinking fast, I grabbed Justine's copy of the newspaper from her desk, and opened up like I was reading it, hiding everything but my hands. I heard Derek say "hi," to Melissa, Nicole, and Tina, and then he said "hi Justine," to me. I froze and didn't say anything. I heard him whisper to Tina, "what's up with her?" Tina didn't really say, and soon he was hitting on her, the way he does with all the women in the office. I was just thinking that I might get away with this when I heard Justine say "hi," to Derek. Derek sounded confused, and then asked who was at Justine's desk. I lowered the paper to just reveal my face and said that I was just checking out the paper. Justine came up beside me holding my sweater, and told Derek that I had spilled some coffee on my sweater, and that she had been helping me out. As she said that, she grabbed the paper from me and said my sweater was ready. I was so shocked I couldn't even move as Derek stared at my exposed breasts. Justine commanded me sharply to put my arms in the air, and so help me, I didn't resist as she pulled my arms up, thrusting my bare boobs out. I think Derek was about to have an accident in his pants, when Justine acted like she just noticed him, and asked "could Heidi have a little privacy?" She made it sound like she was totally offended, and Derek became embarrassed, and left immediately. I couldn't believe that I had just let Derek see my boobs, but my brain felt like it was stuck in oatmeal, and no matter how much I tried, I just couldn't summon the will to resist Justine. Justine started to laugh as she pulled the sweater over my head, and whispered in my ear how fantastic that was. She left the sweater above my breasts, and pulled me out of her chair and told me to get to work in my office. I tried to pull down the sweater, but she swatted my hand away, saying I could take care of that in my office. I can't believe it, but I started to cry again. I was planning to ask for the rest of my clothes back, to try to get control again, but I was so humiliated I just ran to my office. Fortunately, no one saw me get there, and I quickly sat behind my desk and pulled the sweater down. It was then that I discovered what Justine had done. She had cut the sweater off just at my navel. That meant if I pulled in tight to my desk, no one could see anything, but if I pulled away from my desk my pubic hair was completely visible through the pantyhose. In addition, the sweater was incredibly tight across my boobs, making my nipples point out dramatically. I quickly realized that she had used a safety pin (probably mine!) to gather the sweater in the back, making it obscenely tight. I contemplated removing it, but I decided I didn't dare cross Justine. I was still incredibly horny, and if anything my current state of undress made me more so. I knew I should get some work done, but my hand drifted down to my crotch. As Justine had pointed out my hose were completely soaked at the crotch. I slid my hand inside my hose, and played with myself for several minutes, but I just couldn't get myself to cum. I decided I'd better get some work on my desk, in case someone came in. That's when I realized that I had forgotten to get more tissues. I tried to wipe my slippery fingers on my hose, but they really didn't absorb much, so I ended up wiping them on the inside of my sweater. I got out a couple files, and opened them on my desk, hoping no one would walk in while I was standing with my butt on display. I slid back in close to my desk, so the only thing noticeable was that my nipples were poking out my sweater. I managed to get a little work done, although my hands kept drifting to my crotch or to my boobs. I would alternate between sliding a hand inside my pantyhose and working one up under my sweater and pulling on my nipple the way Tina had been. What's happened to me? Last week I was a serious career woman, and now I'm some kind of slut who gets undressed at work and plays with herself. Fortunately I heard Bob and Steve talking with each other in the hall, and I had time to pull myself into my desk and look as presentable as possible. They came into my office, asking me about my conversation with McIntyre. Steve, the schmuck, basically stared at my boobs the whole time, while Bob tried to be a bit more discreet. In spite of my annoyance, I could feel my nipples getting harder and harder. I was so horny, I started to rub my thighs together. Thanks God, the meeting didn't take too long, and soon they stood up to leave. Steve shook my hand again as he left, but all he got this time was a jiggle show instead of a nipple. Once they were gone, I reached under my shirt and pinched my nipples and started rubbing my kitty as hard as I could. I almost started to cry in frustration, but after a couple minutes it was clear I still wasn't going to cum. By this point, my hose were truly gross, and I decided they were worse than going naked. So I shucked them off, and tried to use them to wipe my crotch. I couldn't believe how much lubricant I was producing. It's not like I've ever had any trouble getting wet, but it seems like the last couple days that my crotch is more like a faucet. I tried to get back to work, but Justine came in with my slacks and blazer, saying that we needed to take a trip during lunch hour. I was so glad to get them back, I didn't even ask what she had in mind; I just grabbed them and pulled them on. With the blazer buttoned, you couldn't tell that Justine had altered the sweater, and it wasn't even obvious that I was braless. The wool slacks were itchy without anything under them, but they were way better than being naked. Justine grabbed a black work-out bag, and we walked out through the lobby to my car. Justine said she really admired my car, and wanted to drive it. I thought about defying her, but at this point it seemed like pretty small thing. I mean, I love my car, but if letting her drive would keep me dressed decently, then it seemed like a good idea. At least, it did for a couple seconds. As soon as I had handed over the keys, she popped the trunk to put her bag in, and then she suggested I put my blazer in there. I started to tell her no, that I wasn't going to do it, but I had barely said the word "no" when Justine reached out and grabbed my nipple through the sweater. My protest ended in a whine, which I hoped wouldn't attract too much attention. Justine's not very big, but she has a super-human grip. The pain in my nipple was excruciating, and if I did anything to try and get her hand off, it became truly unbearable. After about five seconds I would have done anything to get her to let go. She hissed at me that I'd better do what she told me to, or not only would everyone I know see the pictures she's taken, but she'd strip me naked right there and leave me. Tears were falling down my cheeks again as I shucked off the blazer and tossed into the trunk. Justine gave my nipple one more crushing squeeze before letting go, telling me that I would be punished for that later. She proceeded to get in and lower the top of my convertible like nothing unusual had happened. As I climbed in the passenger seat I asked where we were going. She told me that she thought I needed to tone up a bit, so we were going to do a step aerobics class over lunch. I protested that I didn't have any work out gear. She smiled and patted my thigh, telling me not to worry. She didn't move her hand away, she actually slid it up to my crotch, and to my horror, I started to uncontrollably thrust my crotch on her hand. Thank God we didn't pass any trucks as we drove! I didn't cum during the short drive, but I was flushed and breathing hard when we got to the health club. Justine grabbed her bag and I followed her in as I tried to catch my breath. Justine used her membership to get me past the girl at the front desk, and we went to the locker rooms. She told me I could share her locker and that I should go ahead and hang my clothes in there. She proceeded to undress herself and pull on a leotard and some gym shorts. She never handed me anything to wear, so I hesitated, but then she gave me a stern look that told me I'd better do as she said. It only took a couple seconds to shed my two pieces of clothing. As I started to hang them, Justine started talking in a loud voice about what a slut I was, and that she knew I wasn't wearing a bra, but she couldn't believe I wasn't wearing panties. She kept talking about how I must have had a "quickie" on the way in to work. Other women in the locker room looked over at me standing there naked and either smirked or looked disgusted. I was so humiliated. Justine handed me some shoes (my size!) and anklets, and pointed for me to sit down and put them on. I was seriously getting worried that she'd make me do aerobics in the nude, but I didn't really have much choice. As I tied the shoes on, Justine kept making comments on my nudity, and how I must be quite the slut. Once she was dressed, and I had the shoes on, she handed me the rest of my clothes. It consisted of a white sports bra, and a large pair of basketball shorts. The bra was very tight, and my brown nipples were clearly visible through the material. The shorts on the other hand, were very loose, and I wasn't sure they would stay on. They hung so loose on my hips that my pubic hair was at risk slipping out, and the crack of my bum was showing. Justine said that she just loved my outfit, and she led me to the class. One other thing about the locker room is that I saw Justine naked. Since I was humiliated and nervous about my own state of dress (or undress!), I didn't have a lot of chance to look at her as she took off her sleeveless top and mini-skirt, but I did notice that she had very pretty underwear. Once she took that off, I have to admit I did pay more attention. Anyone who met Justine would say she was pretty, but with her undressed I was in awe. She is very fit but soft in the right places, her boobs were high and firm and her tan appeared to stretch to every inch of her body. I felt very pale and inadequate standing there. The class was sheer hell. I'm in pretty good shape, and I jog most evenings, but this class was very intense. It was all I could do to keep up with the wild motions of the male instructor. On top of that, the shorts Justine gave me kept slipping down. I'm sure the people behind me got tired of seeing my bare butt, and the instructor even got to see my kitty a couple times. The bra I was wearing didn't really support my boobs very well, so they were bouncing around like mad, and as I sweated the material became even more transparent. Twenty minutes later I was soaked, and gasping for breath. As the class ended and the people filed out, Justine took my hand and led me up to the instructor, who she introduced as Trevor. Thankfully, Trevor was clearly gay, but he still made a comment about my sexy outfit and that it was always interesting when Justine brought a guest. As Justine chatted with Trevor, she pulled my left hand around her and on to her shoulder, holding it with her left hand. She then wrapped her right arm around me, resting it on my right hip. It felt very intimate, and made me very uncomfortable. I didn't want everyone thinking we were a lesbian couple, but I didn't want Justine to make a scene in front of this guy. After a minute or so, her hand dropped down, and slipped inside the loose shorts. My right hand had a tight grip on the shorts at my hip, or I'm sure I would have lost them right there! Even so, she tugged them down on the left side, and from Trevor's glances I knew that a lot of my lower abdomen was exposed. Justine kept right on talking and joking with Trevor as her hand explored my bum. Then she began run a finger up and down the crack of my ass. I struggled to appear normal as she started to rub a finger around my anus, but I couldn't contain my gasp when she actually stuck her finger up my butt! Brad was always trying to get me to let him do me there, but it's just too dirty, I would never let him. There I was, though, with Justine slowly working her finger up and down in my ass. Unbelievably, I got turned on, and soon I was starting to pant from the stimulation. Fortunately I was still flushed and sweaty from the workout, or Trevor would have known for sure what was going on. Finally Justine said that we had to go, and she pulled her finger out of me and my shorts. But instead of moving away from me, she pressed herself closer, and then used her right had (the one that had just been up my ass!) pull my head close to hers, and she started to kiss me right in front of some guy I'd just met. I moved my right hand up to hers, to try to free my head, but it was useless. Before I knew it, I was kissing her back, letting her tongue explore my mouth, and I hate to admit it, sucking on her luscious lips. I know that it seems hard to believe reading this diary, but I'm not a dyke, and I'm not turned on by girls. But I have to admit that I wanted desperately to kiss Justine. It's like she's a force of nature, and I'm helpless before her. Heidi's Diary: Day 02 We probably kissed for fifteen or twenty seconds when my loose shorts finally lost their grip. Once off my hips, they fell straight down to my ankles. I squealed in embarrassment as I broke off the kiss, and after a few seconds got Justine to let go of my hands so I could reach down and pull the shorts up. Both Justine and Trevor were laughing hysterically at my antics, and Trevor kept telling Justine things like "you go girl," and "I don't know how you do it." I'm guessing I'm not the first of Justine's victims. *** Justine said we had to hurry to get back to work, and she draped her arm around my shoulder and guided me out of the exercise room. Her finger tips started grazing my very erect, and very sensitive nipple. I put my hand over hers, but that just made her grab my entire boob, and cop feels all the way to the locker room. A couple women in the hallway gave us dirty looks, and I thought I heard one mutter "sluts," as we walked by. We had taken enough time talking with Trevor that the locker-room was empty when we got to it. Justine told me to strip before she would even open the locker. As I stood there naked, she opened the locker, slowly undressed herself, and wrapped herself in a towel. Then she grabbed a toiletries bag, and pointed for us to head back to the showers. The shower room consisted of a dozen or so stalls, with a floor-length curtain separating a changing booth, and then another curtain separating the actual shower. They were all empty, and Justine motioned me to one in the back. It wasn't too big of a surprise when she followed me in. I figured she had something in mind. She pulled the curtain closed behind us, and then told me to start showering. She gave me some shampoo for my hair while I got the temperature right, and then she just watched me as I tried to discreetly wash myself off and shampoo my hair. She told me that I'd better do a really good job washing my tits, pussy, and ass, or she'd go find a guy to help me do it. Once my hair was clean, I soaped up my boobs, and then started to wash my crotch. I gasped as my fingers rubbed my lower lips, and I couldn't help rubbing myself. Justine laughed at me and called me a horny bitch, telling me that if I couldn't help myself, I might as well try to get off right away. I leaned back against the wall, facing Justine, stood with my legs apart, and started to masturbate in earnest. I don't know what came over me, but I was an animal, and my mind just focused in on how I needed to come. I was diddling myself with one hand, and squeezing and pinching my boob with the other, trying desperately to find sexual release. My head was back and my eyes were closed and I was very close to cumming, when I heard Justine say my name. I opened my eyes and there was a bright flash in my eyes. She had a digital camera, and she had just taken a picture of me jacking myself off. In spite of my frustration, I stopped and rinsed myself off. Justine told me to pull the bench in the shower down, and take a seat. I was full of dread as I sat on the bench, facing her, with the shower running on my leg. She pulled a razor and a plastic bottle out of her kit, and then positioned herself in front of me. She spread my legs wide, telling me it was time to clean up my "pussy." She squeezed the bottle over my crotch, and a clear gel streamed out over my wet pubic hair. She said it was a lube to make the blade cut better, and keep my skin smooth. She started to rub it all around, making me even more slippery, and eliciting a moan from my as she rubbed my lips. With amazing speed, she started to remove my pubic hair. On one hand, it was so gross, since I have always been proud of my thick, womanly hair, and I thought it made me look like a baby. On the other hand, Justine played with my "pussy" as she called it the whole time, which made me feel like I was in heaven. She didn't actually masturbate me, but it was really hard for me to sit still. When she finished around my "lips," she told me to turn around and kneel on the floor. She had me rest my head on the bench as she prepared to shave around my anus. I was so humiliated as she spread the gel all around my crotch and anus. To make it worse she pulled both my hands back, and told me to pull my cheeks apart so she could be sure she got all the hairs. Rather than the feel of the razor on my skin, the first thing I felt was a very slippery finger working along my slit. Within seconds it was inside me, and then pumping in and out as I started to thrust my butt back, helping her to finger fuck me. I felt a few quick swipes of the razor around my anus, and then Justine went back to finger fucking me, except this time she had two fingers in. A few more swipes with the razor, and then I felt a finger in my anus. It was so slippery back there now that this time it just slid right in, and I moaned loudly as I was probed in both holes. I had never done anything so dirty, much less in a public place, but it all felt so good. Besides, I was so desperate to cum I didn't care about anything except getting off. But it wasn't to be. Suddenly I felt the fingers pull out of my vagina, and the one in my butt stopped moving. I whined in frustration, and wiggled my ass to get her to start up again. Suddenly I heard my name, and when I looked back, there was another flash. Justine was standing back in the changing booth, and didn't have her finger in me at all! I looked down and saw the razor handle rising out of my butt. As soon as I saw it, I realized that it didn't feel anything like a finger, but I swear right up to that point it felt exactly like a finger. It was very weird. Justine just started laughing, saying that was going to be her favorite photo. I was so dumbfounded, and so frustrated, I didn't know what to do. I knew I just couldn't masturbate in front of the camera. So I stood up, and suddenly feeling very self conscious, I covered my boobs and my now bald crotch. Right then we heard a few women come into the locker room, and I started to panic. Justine pulled me out of the shower, slid the razor out from my rectum, and whispered for me to wait while she showered. She also moved my hands to my side, and said I had better not cover up any more. I didn't even have to hear what she'd do to me; I kept my hands at my sides. She pulled the shower curtain shut, and I stood there dripping wet, listening to the other women in the locker room. Justine showered quickly, and soon the curtain opened up and she walked out wrapped up in the towel. She came close to me, and whispered she had decided on my punishment for disobeying her when she told me to take off my blazer. She wanted me to kneel down and kiss her pussy to make it up to her. I was totally shocked. Obviously I have crossed all kinds of boundaries in the last two days, but this seemed like too much. Kissing her, and letting her finger me was one thing, but me performing oral sex on a woman was something I could not imagine. I shook my head no, whispering please, hoping she would take pity on me. She told me I had five seconds, or she would start shouting, and then leave me here naked and alone. I was completely paralyzed, and after a couple seconds, Justine just started pushing down on my shoulders, until I was kneeling, and then guided my face up under her towel to her crotch. She clearly shaved her pubic hair too, since her lips were hairless. She did have a neat strip of hair going up her pubic bone, which I thought looked much better than the bald look I now had. "Kiss it!" she said loudly, and she pulled my face in tightly against her crotch. It was hard to breath, and I knew I was in too deep to stop now. So I puckered up and kissed the folds of her vagina. "Lick it," was the only response. I can't believe I actually did this, but I tentatively stuck my tongue out, and worked it up her slit towards her clit. Her face made a half smile, as she grabbed my head, and worked my tongue up and down her crotch. Amazingly, she actually tasted really good, and although I've never even thought about girls like this, I found myself so turned on my hands went to work on my own crotch. After about a minute, she pushed my head away, and said that was a good start and we'd have to continue that later. Without warning, she opened the curtain and walked out of the stall, leaving me on my knees naked, wet, and alone. I walked after her, getting several shocked looks from the other women in the locker room. Justine already had her panties on when I caught up to her. I asked if I could have a towel. She said she just had the one, but that I could use it in a minute. I stood there, shivering slightly as she got dressed in front of me. I was so humiliated as I stood there naked with nothing to do, and with that humiliation came a tingling in my crotch. I wished I could masturbate right there, but thankfully I held out. Once Justine was fully dressed, she handed me her wet towel. I asked about a hair dryer, but she said we didn't have time, that I just use the towel and comb it. My shoulder length hair has a fair amount of curl to it, and doesn't need tons of styling, but I knew I was going to look a little disheveled this afternoon. I got myself as dry as I could, and combed my hair, and finally Justine gave me my two articles of clothing. They stuck a little to my damp skin, but at that point, I would have done anything to get out of there. We walked out to my car and climbed in. As we started to drive, Justine talked about how much she liked my shaved "cunt" (her word again,) and that she liked it almost as well as she liked my big tits. She kept using coarse language to describe my body, and then announce that she wanted to see my bald cunt again. I just looked at her confused, and she swerved suddenly to pull over at the side of the road. She told me to pull my slacks down to my ankles or she'd make sure that Derek was the first guy to see the photo of me with a razor up my butt. I knew that begging would just make it worse, so I undid the clasp and zipper, and lifted my butt to pull them down. She smiled and said that I should keep my legs spread wide so my cunt would get some sunshine, and she started driving. To my horror she pulled up alongside a big Hummer, giving the driver a perfect few of my newly shaved crotch. As Justine reached over and gave my lips a pinch, the driver of the Hummer swerved, and I thought he might have had a heart attack. Justine continued to play with me as she drove, but I don't think anyone else saw me. When we pulled into our office lot, she told me I could cover up, and she opened the trunk for me to get my blazer. Unfortunately I was only allowed to stay dressed for a few minutes. We went back to the cube farm, and Justine took great delight in showing the other girls the pictures of me masturbating, and with the razor in my butt. Suddenly, Justine looked at me and asked what I was waiting for, and told me to give her my blazer. I pleaded with her that Mark from our software vendor was coming over, and couldn't I keep it. She said "okay now I need your blazer and your slacks. Would you like to make it your sweater too?" I do believe she would have sent me back to my office naked, so I stripped off the blazer and slacks. The clerks took every chance comment to comment on my shaving job, and Tina actually rubbed her hand in my crotch on the pretense of checking for stubble. Tina is no Justine, so the experience was just pure humiliation. As quickly as I could, I scurried back to my office, hoping no one saw my bare ass. Twenty minutes later, Justine brought Mark back to my office. I had tried to masturbate, to get some release, but all I had accomplished was to make sure my office smelled of sex. Fortunately I was pulled in tight to my desk, and Mark sat across from me as he opened his laptop and showed me the document control software he was selling. Mark is actually a good looking, young guy, and I've always thought he was cute, but today I found myself wanting to jump him. It was so sexy, sitting right in front of him while he had no idea I was almost naked. He did take a few discreet peeks at my nipples poking out my sweater, but otherwise he focused on his pitch. I found myself rubbing my bald slit more and more furtively as the presentation went on. Soon he started asking me questions, and I had to stop, but I was incredibly turned on. His questions started getting specific about our documents, and the filing system we used, and I kept trying to answer them without moving from my desk. Finally he asked to see a certain type of file. I panicked, since the only place I could get a sample from was in the cabinet behind my desk. I looked at the cabinet, and at Mark, and thought it might just be possible that if I moved fast enough he wouldn't be able to see. I spun around, wheeled over, pulled the drawer open, pulled out a file, and started to wheel back as I spun around, when Mark said "Oh my God..." He was looking right between my thighs at where my pubic hair had been up until an hour before. "You're naked..." he stammered. I was terrified. What if he told the partners? I decided to be nonchalant, and just said that some of the girls had dared me to not wear pants this afternoon, and that I had agreed before I remembered about him coming. I told him that once he had showed up, it was too late, and I hoped that he wouldn't make too big a deal out of it. He processed that for a few seconds, and then asked why I would go bottomless on a dare. I shrugged, and just said I felt kind of wild today. Then the bomb dropped. He asked what would happen if he dared me to take off my sweater. My first reaction was to tell him off, but I realized that I was sitting here almost naked, so a lot of people would think I had asked for it. On top of that, Mark's really cute, and most important, I was enjoying teasing him a bit. I thought about it for a few seconds, and then said "something like this," as I peeled off my sweater. His jaw almost hit the desk as I did it, and I felt this huge rush of sexual energy and power at being nude in front of him. I decided to keep teasing him, and wheeled around to his side of the desk, crossed my legs, and asked him to keep showing the features of the software. His voice cracked and I thought he might faint, but he managed to pick up where he left off. Soon he was hitting his stride, so I decided to crank it up a notch. I uncrossed my legs, and spread them just a little bit, and then when he was looking at me, I raised my arms up and stretched, thrusting my boobs out in a way that made him stop his presentation and swear. Right then, Justine opened the door, swearing, and calling me a slut and a cock tease. She asked what I was doing topless, and as Mark sat there dumbfounded, she demanded to know why I had taken my sweater off. I was so humiliated, I felt like I did when I was 13 and my Mom caught me with Petey Donahue's hand in my pants. I kept my eyes down and mumbled that Mark had dared me. She looked at me crossly, and started to go on about how teasing was unacceptable. She pointed at Mark's crotch, and drew my attention to his erection. She told me she would not stand for me getting a nice guy like Mark excited, and then not helping him out. Catching her drift, and hoping to make this go as quickly as possible, I apologized to Mark, and suggested that I could give him a hand job to get his erection down. Justine just laughed, and told me that I'd better give him a blowjob to make it up to him. I don't like giving blowjobs, but at least I like Mark, so before I could think better of it, I decided I could give him one. But when I suggested it, Mark looked really uncomfortable, and said maybe he'd better go. Justine told me I had better convince him, or she would make sure I regretted it. Suddenly I was worried about what she would do, and I knew I needed to convince Mark. So I grabbed his hand, and told him I felt really bad, and asked if I could please make it better. He didn't answer, so I took that as my cue, and I unzipped his trousers, releasing his manhood. Now I'm not a real expert, but he was definitely as big as any guy I had been with, and he was very, very hard. I started to lick and bringing the head of his penis into my mouth, when Justine whispered in my ear that I had better take his entire cock in my mouth, and that I had better swallow every last drop, or she would make sure that I regretted it every day of my life. I had never deep throated anyone, and I had only had a boy cum in my mouth once, but I knew that crossing Justine was not an option. I started taking him in deeper and deeper, trying to relax my throat. A couple of times I gagged a little bit, but after about two minutes, I managed to get my lips all the way down into his pubic hair. He swore and started rubbing my hair. Justine whispered that he should fuck my face, and he grabbed both sides of my head, thrusting himself into my throat. It didn't exactly hurt, but it was awfully uncomfortable since I couldn't breathe as he kept pulling my face into his stomach. Fortunately, he came within thirty seconds, squirting what seemed like a pint of cum into my mouth and throat. I gagged a little, but somehow I managed to swallow it all down, and continue to suck on him as he softened and spurted the last few times. "Much better," said Justine, and then she told Mark that she would show him out now. Mark looked like he might get whiplash, his head was spinning so fast, but he realized that she was serious, so he zipped up his fly, collected his materials, and she guided him out the door. Suddenly I felt incredibly ashamed and embarrassed. I couldn't believe that I had just stripped down and given some vendor a blowjob. I don't do things like this, it's like it was someone else. All of a sudden I was sitting on my floor, crying. I didn't even try to find my sweater to cover up a little bit, I just felt so horrible. Suddenly, Justine was back, kissing me gently and holding me, whispering that it was going to be okay. I leaned on her and cried for several minutes, until I felt like I had some control again, and I looked up at her, asking what she was doing to me. Justine just smiled, and told me again not to worry. She helped me get my sweater on, and put me back in my seat, and gave me a stack of pleadings that I needed to review. Thank God, for the next four hours I managed to focus on my work. No one came back to check on me, and although I couldn't help running my fingers across my new baldness, I didn't feel the compulsion to masturbate that I had felt all morning. I was lost in thought when I heard Elaine say "Hi." All of a sudden the tingling in my crotch resumed as I realized that I was just sitting there almost naked in front of my professional idol. She glanced briefly at my bosom, and then asked me how it was going with the McIntyre case. She opened her blazer and sat down, and I couldn't help noticing her own substantial bosom, although she was much more fully dressed than I. As we talked, I found my thighs squeezing together more and more. Soon I shifted position, getting my hand below the desk. God help me, but after a few minutes I was rubbing myself as we talked, getting more and more excited knowing that I was masturbating right in front of her. Again, she gave me a sly smile that told me she knew something was up, and then she asked if I had forgotten underwear today, looking straight at my now rock hard nipples. I stammered out that my bra was uncomfortable, and since I was alone back here I had decided to take a chance. She laughed and said not to worry, but that I should be careful, that I might get people too excited. As she left I thought the problem was that I might get too excited. Justine popped in my office a few minutes later, and said she and the girls were going to go out and get some drinks. She asked if I wanted to come along. I told her I'd rather not. She said fine, waved my keys at me, and told me good luck getting home. I completely panicked. I was nude from the navel down, and I wouldn't even have my car to get home. I told her to wait, and said I'd like to go too. Of course I was dreading what they would do to me, but at least it would probably be somewhere I didn't know anyone. Justine said great, and then waited expectantly at the door. After a few seconds, I realized she expected me to walk out of the office bottomless. I stammered out that I needed my clothes. Justine acted like it had never occurred to her, and then said that she didn't think so. I started to beg, and she asked what I was willing to do for them. Heidi's Diary: Day 02 The empty feeling returned to my stomach, but the tingling between my legs did as well, as I realized that there was no doubt I was going to be humiliated again. I decided to beg and throw my self on her mercy, although it was clear that she didn't have any. I pleaded with her to not ruin me, not make me walk naked where the partners were sure to see me. To my surprise, Justine said that I had just about convinced her, and that she would get my clothes, as soon as I proved my gratitude. I told her I'd do anything not to be ruined, which put an absolutely wicked smile on her face. She told me that she would be convinced of my gratitude if I stripped myself completely, got down on my knees and kissed her ass. I was repulsed, but I figured that she'd seen me naked plenty lately, and planting a kiss on her butt cheek would be way better then trying to walk out of here without clothing. Remembering the clothing switch from yesterday, I checked to make sure she meant the clothing I had worn in today, and not some tramp outfit. She laughed, and said that I'd get my slacks and blazer back, and though she insisted that I return the blazer when we got to the car, she promised that I would be wearing the slacks and turtleneck all night long. Satisfied, I got up, peeled off my sweater, handed it to her, and then slowly kneeled down in front of her. She turned around, and hiked up her short skirt. To my shock, she had removed her panties, and I had a close up and personal view of her womanhood. She told me to use both hands to hold on, and start kissing. Somehow this was even worse than being forced to perform oral sex at the gym. I think it was because she wasn't actually forcing me, she was just waiting. I did however find that my crotch was throbbing as I considered what to do. I reached up with each hand to grab a perfectly formed, tan cheek, and then decided to kiss the right one. My mouth went up, and planted a kiss on her butt. Instantly I felt two hands grab each ear in a vise-like grip, and pull my face into Justine's crack. I heard her say that she said her ass, not her butt cheek. She called me a stupid slut, and that I'd better kiss her in the ass right away, or I'd regret it. In the ass. I had never even considered doing such a disgusting thing before. Not even Brad had ever suggested such a thing. I'm sure Justine did not say that the first time, but it hardly mattered anymore. She pulled my face into her crack hard, making it hard to breath, and I honestly started to worry that my ears might come off. I struggled for a few seconds, but that just made Justine twist my ears in an agonizing way, and I felt despair settle over me. I had no choice, I could see no way out. So struggling not to gag, I use my hands to spread her cheeks, and pursed my lips against her small brown opening. "Lick it!" She commanded. I didn't want to, but what could I do? Slowly, my tongue darted out between my lips, and touched her rectum. She moaned in encouragement and wiggled her butt in my face. Surprisingly, it did not taste as bad as I thought it might. It did not taste good like her vagina, but I it was not as repulsive as I might have guessed. Soon I was licking it, swirling my tongue around as she told me what a good ass licker I was. It was incredibly degrading, but it seemed survivable. Just at that point, Justine raised the ante. She told me to stick my tongue in there, to ass-fuck her with my tongue. I couldn't comprehend such a perverted thing, but the sharp pain in my ears focused my mind, and so help me, I stuck my tongue right in the center of her anus, and pushed. Justine let out a gentle moan as I felt my tongue slide up into her ass. I have no idea how long she made me work my tongue in and out of her ass, but it seemed like an eternity. Finally she let go of my ears, and I pulled back. I started to yell about how that had not been the deal, but she grabbed both my nipples in that now familiar grip, and actually yanked me to my feet by my boobs. It was all I could do to not scream as my breasts exploded in a burning pain. Once on my feet the pain receded enough that I could focus on what Justine was saying. She told me that she hoped I wasn't complaining, because maybe she would leave me here naked. Again, panic set in, and I started babbling that no, I wasn't complaining, and could I please have my clothes. She let go of my aching nipples and started to massage my breasts, making me feel warm all over. She said that had been an excellent "rimming" (that's what she called it), and that I was a natural. She said she figured that I was going to be her "little rim girl," and that she knew I'd be a big hit with some of her friends. I was so humiliated, but with her attention on my breasts, I was getting too turned on to even focus. Finally she said she would go get my clothes, and she handed back my sweater. A few minutes later, I was completely covered up again with slacks and a blazer, and feeling a little better. I walked out to the cube farm, where Justine, Tina, Nicole, and Melissa were standing. As I appeared, the clerks started laughing at something Justine was saying. I felt myself turn beet red as I walked up to them. Justine led us out, with Melissa and Nicole on either side of me, and Tina behind us. Before we got to the elevator, I told them I needed to run in to the ladies room. Justine just laughed, grabbed my hand, and said no way. I told her I really needed to go, that I hadn't been able to go since lunch, but the four of them just hustled me onto the elevator. Once we were out in the lot, Justine popped my trunk and looked at me expectantly. I though briefly of defying her, but with four of them, I was sure they would strip me and leave me in the parking lot. Besides, Justine had promised I could keep the sweater and slackes, so how wrong could I go? I should have been more suspicious, but I was only just discovering how perverted Justine could be. Justine drove my car, and the other three followed in Melissa's. We drove towards downtown, until we stopped at a bar that had a reputation for a pretty rowdy happy hour, and for being a meat market. Justine parked about a half a block away, and we waited on the sidewalk for the others to park and catch up. Once we were together, the clerks surrounded me, and Justine told me she had some more modification to make. Melissa and Nicole grabbed my hands, and Justine pulled a pair of scissors out of her purse. She let me know that although I would get to wear that outfit all evening long, she was sure that she could improve it a little. She undid the clasp of my slacks, and then cut all the way around my torso, cutting the waistband off of the slacks. I begged her not to do it, but she just laughed. As she cut through the front pleats in the slacks, they opened up, causing them to drop an inch or more until they caught on my hips. Justine had turned my dress slacks into a pair of low riders. She knelt down, and proceeded to cut up the outseam of my slacks, stopping about an inch from the bottom of the zipper. Then she did the same on the inseam, stopping about two inches from my crotch. People walking by stared, and then stopped to watch, as my body was progressively revealed on the public sidewalk. As I fought back tears of humiliation, Justine snipped her way around my sweater just below my boobs, and then gave my nipples a tweak through the fabric. I felt so humiliated, partly because I was now dressed much more provocatively than I would ever do voluntarily, but also because I was so passive while this was done to me. I'm sure all those people thought I was some kind of exhibitionist slut. It was horrible. It was pretty crowded in the bar as we walked in, but after a minute we found a table near the back that we could stand around. I got quite a bit of attention as we walked through the bar, with my nipples leading the way, and my legs peeking out of my newly opened slacks. As we got to the table, I tried to head to the bathroom, but they stopped me and Justine dragged me off to buy the beer. She draped her arm over my shoulder possessively, and started playing with my boob casually as we walked to the bar. She ordered the beer from the bartender, who barely looked away from her fingers caressing my breast. I felt like I wanted to crawl under the bar and die, as all the guys around stared at us, and the girls made motions of disgust. I heard several of them make the comment "dykes." The bartender set out the four beers, and Justine asked for a tray to carry them. As he set them out on the tray, Justine told me that I had to carry the tray back, and that I had better not spill one drop of the beer, or I would be punished severely. I picked up the tray, and as I turned to carry it pack to the girls, Justine's hand brushed on my hip. I knew immediately that she had opened the zipper on slacks, and I felt them start to slide down. I clenched my thighs together and stopped, trying to figure out what to do. Justine pinched my butt, and told me to get walking, and I knew that I should just try and get through this. I tried to keep my thighs clenched as I walked, but I could feel the slacks slipping down, and soon my entire butt was exposed. I'm pretty sure my crotch was visible from the front, especially given how the girls were staring down there, but thankfully I couldn't see because of the tray. Right as I got to the table, I heard Justine shout "Heidi, you slut," followed immediately by a stinging pain in my ass as she gave me a hard slap on my bare cheek. I managed to set the tray on the table, but they did slosh around a bit. I pulled my slacks up, and rezipped them as guys around stood and cheered. I circled my way around to the back to get away from the guys, and ended up between Nicole and Tina. I crossed my arms in front of me to cover my boobs, but Justine gave me a look, and told me that I'd better keep my arms at my sides for the rest of the night. It was hard for me to lower my arms, but I kept thinking about the photos that Justine has, and made myself do it. Justine made a comment about how my "headlights" weren't on any more, and suddenly Nicole and Tina each had one of my boobs in their hands. They pinched my nipples cruelly, making sure that they were hard and clearly visible. I was so humiliated, just standing there while these two young girls played with my breasts. Justine told me I had five minutes to finish my beer, so I'd better get to work. While I drank, they all chatted, and Nicole and Tina switched to playing with my butt. They slipped their hands in through the slits in my slacks, pinching and pulling on my butt cheeks. Tina worked her hand in until a finger was pressing on my sphincter. I couldn't believe it! I've never let anyone touch me in such a gross way, and today I had two different girls do it, and in public! To make it worse, it was turning me on. Tina leaned over and whispered in my ear that she heard about me rimming Justine, and she couldn't wait until it was her turn. Then she nibbled on my ear. The whole thing was so twisted, but I have to admit that my body responded, and my knees buckled a little. I don't know what's come over me. I finished my beer, and Justine sent me up to buy another one for myself. She told me that I had better keep my "headlights" on while I was at the bar, or she might not let me keep my sweater. So while the bartender was filling my glass, I tentatively reached up and played with my nipples through my top. One woman made a comment about how gross it was, and then dragged her boyfriend off, and the bartender just stared at me as he filled my beer. When he handed my beer over, he told me it was on the house if I flashed him my tits. Two days ago I would have threatened him with a lawsuit, but between the buzz I was getting, and the knowledge that Justine would probably make me do worse if she heard I said no, I complied. I gave him my best smile, and pulled my sweater up over my boobs. He grabbed his phone, snapped a picture, and said I could get as many beers as I wanted that way. The girls were clapping and cheering as I got back to the table. This time I stood next to Justine, so I wouldn't have to see all the people in the bar staring at me. Justine said she never knew I was such an exhibitionist slut, and that she'd have to make sure I could show everyone my "bodacious titties." I felt like I was going to cry. She told me to drink up, because we were leaving soon. She openly massaged my butt and breasts while I drank as quickly as I could. Once I finished, we started heading for the door. The bartender made of point of telling me I could come back anytime. I told Justine that I really needed to pee, but she just dragged out to my car. Once we got there, she said that she wanted some pictures of me pissing on the sidewalk, so I should take off my pants and squat. I was in shock. My mouth dropped as I tried to comprehend what she meant. She told me that I had ten seconds to strip down and squat or she would keep me drinking till I pissed my pants. I decided that a few seconds of humiliation was better than wetting myself, although it wasn't like I had a real choice. I tried to move quickly to minimize my exposure, pulling the remnants of my slacks off and squatting down. Justine reached down and pulled my sweater up over my boobs, and told me to spread my legs wide, and then use my fingers to spread my lips. I started to cry again as I assumed a pose that would embarrass a porno star. The girls started snapping pictures of my total exposure, but it took me a while to get the flow to start. I sighed in relief, and felt a sense of ecstasy as my bladder emptied on the sidewalk. All of a sudden I heard a woman scream, and I looked up to see a couple staring at me. The woman started to yell at me, telling me I was a disgusting pervert, but I just couldn't stop. After an eternity of being berated by this stranger, and threatened with arrest, the flow stopped and I jumped in my car without bothering to put my pants on. Justine got in the drivers seat, laughing at me. She drove and I put my slacks back on. We didn't go very far before we parked about a half block from a Hooters. My stomach sank as I felt sure that Justine had plans for me there. She had me get out, and when the others caught up with us, she told me she had a few more modifications to make to my outfit. She told me to work on my headlights, while she worked on my slacks. So I just stood there on the sidewalk, tweaking my own nipples, while she worked with the scissors. She cut both the legs off, leaving me in a very short pair of cut offs. Then she came up, and cut more off the bottom of the sweater, so that it did not quite cover the bottom of my boobs. She then cut horizontally from shoulder to shoulder along my collarbones, and then cut from there to a "V" between my breasts. The result was a triangle of flesh exposing the tops and insides of my boobs. My nipples were still covered, but just barely. Justine looked pleased with herself, and we headed into the Hooters. I've never been in a place like before, and before a couple days ago, I would have been shocked. I have to admit that the girls' shorts there covered even less than mine, but at least they had those thick hose on. And I was showing even more cleavage, with no bra! I attracted quite a bit of attention as we took our seats in a booth, with a lot of guys staring at me. Our waitress showed up, started to ask us what we'd like to drink, and stopped mid-sentence as she stared at my barely covered boobs. She commented that I had quite the outfit on, that she hoped I didn't fall out. Justine asked "like this?" and reached over and pulled the top down so my nipple popped out. The waitress laughed, and said the boys were going to love us being here. After she left, Justine told me to get both my nipples out and leave them out. I felt like everyone in the bar was staring at me as I sat there with my boobs in plain view. By the time our hot wings came, Tina and Justine had taken to reaching over and twisting my nipples whenever they felt like it. We also had lots of guys come over and offer to buy us drinks, but they always left after a while. Thank God, the manager finally came over and told me I'd better cover up, or she'd ask me to leave. I looked at Justine, who shrugged, so I covered up. Soon we paid the bill and I was glad to get out of there. Back at my car, Justine told me to grab my nipples again, as she got the scissors out. She commented that the shorts now seemed pretty modest compared to the Hooter girls', so she was going to fix them. She proceeded to cut across the middle of my butt, exposing most of my cheeks. She left a strip covering my crotch, and then cut up the front toward my hips. When she finished my slacks were more like a thong bikini bottom, with half my butt hanging out in back. Then she cut a triangle out in the front of the shorts, to match the cut out in the sweater. This left a triangle of exposed flesh where my pubic hair used to be, pointing towards my crotch. I couldn't quite see the start of my slit through the cut-out, but I knew it was just a half inch away from being in public view. Justine stood back to admire the view, and told me that I looked like a perfect slut. Nicole, Melissa, and Tina said they had to go home at that point, so Justine turned to me, and told me that I should kiss them all good-night, and do it like I really meant it. Now I had never kissed a girl before yesterday, and as I've said, Justine is different. I have to admit I am sexually attracted to her, but I am definitely not into women. Just her. So here she was telling me to kiss three other girls, and even though they are all pretty enough, they're ... girls! It was clear Justine didn't really care whether I was into it or not, she pushed me towards Melissa, who grabbed my butt and my head, and pulled my mouth onto hers. While it wasn't like kissing Justine, I did manage to do okay. I opened my mouth and let her tongue massage mine while she squeezed my rear end. Next was Nicole, who flipped up my sweater, and held my nipples while making me suck on her tongue. I was flushed and breathing hard by the time it was Tina's turn. She gave me an evil smile, and slid her middle finger in the front of my slacks (what was left of them!) and slipped it up inside of me. I was so humiliated, not only to be treated like this, but that I was so wet! She grabbed a nipple, and pulled me to her by my boob and crotch. I did my best to kiss her as she pumped a finger in and out of me and twisted my nipple. My breast really hurt, but somehow the whole thing turned me on, and soon my head was back and I was moaning as I thought I was about to orgasm. It was not to be. Justine pulled me away, calling me a horn-dog, and she waved good-bye to her friends. We got back in my car, and she immediately stuck her hand inside my shorts, and rubbed my very squishy crotch. She made a comment on how wet I was, and what a slut I was as she wiped her fingers dry on my boobs. This process repeated itself for several minutes. She would put her hand in my crotch, causing me to hump it uncontrollably, but before I could cum, she would pull her hands away and smear my ooze on my bare breasts. I had my eyes closed for most of this, so I have no idea how many people saw my bare boobies, but I'm sure that a few did. I opened my eyes when the car stopped and Justine pulled her hand away. We were in a supermarket parking lot, parked far back, but under a light where everyone could see me. I hurried to adjust my sweater while Justine laughed at me. She got a notepad out of her purse, wrote a list and handed it to me. She told me that I should wait in the car for three minutes, and then come into the store. In no way was I to acknowledge her, or let anyone know that I knew her. I was to get a cart, and buy the items on the list. Under no circumstances was I to adjust my clothing. If anything fell out, then I had to leave it out. Also, if I needed to stoop down to get something, I should bend at the waist, keeping my knees straight. Heidi's Diary: Day 03 Well, not only was today not any better, but it was actually worse. After I finished writing last night, (at 1:00 AM,) I pulled the eggplant out my rear-end, and climbed into bed next to Justine. I woke up to a sharp pain in my left breast. It took me a second to realize the Justine had slapped me right on the nipple! She grabbed my ear, and pulled me up like I was some kind of kid, and proceeded to slap me all over my nude body. Every time I moved my hands, she would pick somewhere new to hit me. On my boobs, on my butt, and one time right between my legs! I had never been hit there, and I let out a screech. It felt like my vagina was on fire! Suddenly she just stopped and told me to go take a shower, do my makeup, and to meet her downstairs. Between sobs I asked her why she had done that, and she just smiled and said because it was fun. She told me I'd better hurry, or she'd do it again. She made a point of reminding me not to cover up in any way. The hot shower was a shock to my sore nipples and kitty, but fifteen minutes later I was standing at the front door, waiting for my next instruction. When Justine started to head outside, I protested, asking where my clothes were. I knew right away I had made a big mistake. She stuck her hands between my legs, and pinched down hard on my "hood". The pain was unbelievable as she pinched my button, but thank God she eased up after just a second. She told me to put my hands behind my back and not to move them. With tears welling up in my eyes, I complied as quickly as I could. She proceeded to give me a spanking ... on my breasts! The first couple slaps stung a bit, but weren't too hard. Then she started hitting glancing blows upwards and downwards, making my boobs bounce up and down, and causing explosions of pain in my nipples. It had never occurred to me that a person could get a spanking there. It seems the depths of Justine's perversion know no bottom. It took all my self-control to not cover myself, but I was scared that Justine might rip my "lips" right off if I didn't follow instructions. To make the situation even more humiliating, Justine pulled me by my kitty right to my open front door. Thank God it was still dark out, and no one came by. After ten or so slaps to each boob, Justine hissed at me that I had better do exactly what I was told to for the rest of the day. We needed to go to her place so she could get dressed, and there was no way I was to be dressed before her. With that, she pulled me out of my house, leading me over to my garage by my crotch. I think Justine was a little disappointed that we didn't run into anyone, but it was still really early. It was chilly out too, so Justine took pity on me and raised the roof on my convertible. She had me spread my legs wide, and fingered me the whole way to her bungalow. By the time we got there, the sun was up, so I have no idea how many people saw my bare naked ass going into her house. Once inside, Justine had me sit on her couch, and she set a camcorder and tripod up in front of me. Within seconds I was looking at my naked body on her widescreen TV. She handed me a dildo she got out of a drawer, and told me to fuck myself (that's actually the way she said it) with it until she was ready to go. This was incredibly difficult. Brad was always trying to get me to masturbate in front of him, but it just made me so self-conscious. Now I was self-conscious, and SORE. The good news was that thanks to Justine's fingers in the car, I was well lubed. The bad news was that thanks to her work with the corncob last night, I was very tender down there. Even so, I started to get into it after a few minutes, sliding the phallus in and out of my kitty as I pinched and twisted my nipple. Soon I was covered in sweat and moaning as I got nearer and nearer to orgasm. It must have been the distraction of watching myself on the TV, but for whatever reason, I couldn't quite get there. I was exhausted, and my arms were cramping by the time Justine came back and told me I could stop. She had me suck the dildo clean on camera, and then opened her bag to give me my clothes. She had picked out a silver silk blouse that I love, and a short charcoal wool skirt that I hadn't worn in years. She also had some thigh high stockings. Knowing Justine, I wasn't shocked that the bra, panties, and slip I normally would wear with this outfit were missing. When you're not wearing much, it doesn't take long to get dressed, and less than five minutes later we were out the door. The drive to work left me absolutely breathless. Justine had me hike my skirt up over my waist, and her right hand played with me as she drove. At the first red light she reached over with her left hand and pulled my head in for a kiss. I felt like I had a butterfly farm in my stomach as we made out for twenty seconds. Her hands were running all over me, inside my blouse, in my crotch, everywhere. I know it isn't believable for me to say in this diary that I'm not a dyke, but I'm really not. But making out with Justine makes me just want to melt. She is the best kisser, and I don't care if she's a girl. Kissing her sends me over the moon. The whole drive to work went this way, with her fingering me while driving, and then necking while we were stopped. We had a couple people honk and cheer when they saw us, but thankfully no one followed us or anything. Justine let me pull my skirt down before I got out of the car, but I felt so exposed as I walked into the office. My breasts swayed and bounced as I walked, and my nipples hardened into little bullets. My skirt was long enough to cover the tops of my stockings, but barely, and the breezes blowing across my crotch made me feel very naughty. I had a meeting first thing with the partners to discuss the McIntyre case and our presentation tomorrow, so I was able to get away from Justine for an hour or so. All the partners (including Elaine!) seemed to spend a lot of time staring at my boobs, or my legs when I stood up to write on the white board. I don't think I flashed any thigh above the stockings, but they definitely saw the dark bands that told them I wasn't wearing pantyhose. Elaine stayed in the meeting room a few seconds longer than the other partners, and once we were alone she asked if I thought it was "dress like a bimbo week." I was so humiliated, and I felt my shot at making partner slipping away. She rolled her eyes and walked out on me. The rest of the morning was in and out of meetings. Justine, Tina, Nicole and Melissa made a point of touching me every chance they could. They would pinch my nipples through my silk blouse as they passed me in the hall. Justine had me tuck my skirt into the waistband whenever I was in my office. Tina stopped me in the bathroom, unbuttoned by blouse down to the button between my nipples, and told me how much she was looking forward to when I would be "rimming" her. At one meeting I had Nicole and Melissa on either side of me while Derek was making a presentation. They had their hands on me whenever they thought no one could see. Melissa pretended to accidentally drop her notebook, and once she ducked under the table she reached up to unclasp my skirt and pull it down. I gasped, and put my hands down to stop her, but all the stares I got stopped me dead. Melissa pulled again, and I panicked. To avoid making a scene, I lifted my tush a little to let her take my skirt, hoping that she would give it back by the time the meeting ended. Like Justine said, if I got caught the game was over for them as well, and I thought that Justine would be very unhappy with them if they lost her new toy. (Me!!) Melissa was back up in her chair, and I was now bottomless. She turned to watch Derek, blocking most people's view of my upper body. She also draped her left arm back over her chair. What most people couldn't see was that her hand was now in my lap. She quickly managed to insert a finger inside of me, and my hips started to thrust all on their own, slowly humping her finger. Nicole wheeled to be behind me, in a way that looked like she was trying to get a view, but she also got her hand near my breasts. Every few seconds she would reach up and pinch or pull on a nipple. Thank God Derek couldn't see this with Melissa in the way, but if anyone across the table had looked back at us they would have seen it. Thank God everyone kept their eyes on Derek. After a minute or so, Nicole actually slipped her hand inside my blouse, and began kneading my bare breast. I was panicked, but I was also approaching orgasm. All it would have taken was for one person to turn their head and my career would have been done. But I couldn't make them stop; I was just too desperate to cum. Suddenly Nicole pulled her hand down, and a half second later Elaine turned her head to look at me. Her face had a knowing look on it, but she didn't do anything. Derek finished his presentation, Melissa pulled her finger out of me, and the meeting went on as normal. Normal except, of course, that I was bottomless. The three of us stayed seated as the meeting ended, and soon it was just us and Derek. Nicole went up to talk with him, and with her nubile little body inside a fuzzy sweater and skirt that was at least as short as mine, he was easily distracted. Thankfully, Melissa used this opportunity to give me my skirt back. I think he caught me lifting my butt out of the corner of his eye, but within seconds I was out of there. Right after I got to my office, Justine let me know we were all going out to lunch. Fifteen minutes later, I was between Justine and Tina in the back of Melissa's car. Before we were out of the parking lot, they went to work on my clothes. Tina pulled my skirt up in front, and told me to lift my butt so she could lift my skirt. When I sat back down I expected to feel the cold seat against my bare butt, but instead I sat right on Tina's hand. She wiggled her finger a little, and soon it was pressing against my anus. Meanwhile, Justine had unbuttoned my blouse down to my navel, and then peeled it off my shoulders. I was completely exposed as we drove to the mall. Justine kept saying how she loved playing with my big "titties" as she kneaded, jiggled, pulled and twisted them. All the while Tina used one hand to rub my crotch, while the other one worked a finger up my butt. I was flushed, sweating, and breathing hard as the two girls worked me over. We pulled into a nearby mall, and Justine told me we would eat in the food court there. On one hand this was a relief, there was no chance I would run into any of the attorneys from our firm there. (They would never stoop to eating at the mall.) On the other hand I was terrified, because there would certainly be a lot of other people there. Justine made me get out without fixing my clothes and stand in the parking lot with my hands behind my back. All four of them proceeded to pinch and pull my exposed flesh while Justine explained the rules. They pinched my boobs, my nipples, my butt, my thighs, even my "lips." (And not the ones on my face!) I can't say it really hurt, but it was completely degrading to have to let them torture me like that. Justine explained that I was not to cover up, or adjust my clothes in any way. I had to keep my hands at my side, or preferably behind me, and when I sat I was required to keep my thighs spread so they came into my crotch at right angles. If I touched my clothes at all, or didn't sit properly, I would get a "spanking" like I had this morning, and maybe more punishment on top of that. The thought of Justine slapping my breasts was bad enough, but to think that the others would watch was unbearable. I vowed to myself that I would follow Justine's rules. I had no idea how hard that would be. When I nodded that I understood, Justine pulled my blouse back up, and pulled my skirt out of my waistband.I was now technically legal, but I still felt very exposed. The blouse started to open almost immediately as I started walking, and I felt like every gust of wind was going to blow my skirt up. The wind was really whipping as we walked up to the front doors, and I saw several people's jaws dropped as the looked at my chest. My blouse was flapping in the breeze, and my left nipple was peeking in and out of view. It took every bit of my concentration to not move my hands. Once inside the mall, Justine fixed my blouse again, saying that we couldn't get kicked out before we had lunch. That didn't stop her from caressing my breasts and pinching my nipples as she did it. We walked to the food court, and the girls sat down, and gave me their orders. I spent the next fifteen minutes being stared at by everyone in the place as I made a separate trip to get each girl's lunch. Twice I had a nipple exposed by the time I got back to the table. Thank God Justine would always cover me back up, but then she sent me back again. Guys were all ogling me, and several women were giving me very dirty looks. I heard some actually talking about how I must be a hooker. I wanted to scream at them that I'm an attorney, not some cheap slut, but I knew they wouldn't believe me. Finally I brought Justine her lunch of a salad, some ice tea, and a bottle of beer. She told me to sit down between her and Tina. This left me with my back to the wall, facing the food court. The five us we at two small tables, but I was between them, so the tables did not block many people's view of me. Fortunately, the room was emptying after the lunch rush, and no one was too close to us. There were several guys, however, who had noticed me getting the food, and were watching me closely. As I sat down, I worked hard to comply with my instructions for sitting. It was unbelievably hard to do! I kept looking down, and seeing that I still needed to open my legs even more. I've always been very careful to be ladylike, especially in short skirts, and it took all my will-power to not slam my legs closed tight. By the time I had my legs right, my left knee was touching Justine, and the right was touching Tina. Justine reached over and pulled my blouse to expose my left nipple, pinching it a little. That was more than I could take and before I knew what I had done, I had pulled the blouse back to cover my boob. Justine barked at me in a sharp voice, and told me to put my hands behind my back. She then pulled back my blouse to expose my left nipple again, and gave it a loud slap. Boy that got the attention of all the guys staring at me! She covered me back up, but then repeated the process on my right boob. I think that one guy watching us actually had an accident, I saw him running to the men's room all hunched over. Needless to say, from then on I was very careful not to interfere with Justine or Tina. They proceeded to play with my body all through lunch. I thought that Justine wasn't going to let me eat, but she handed me the beer, telling me that was all I needed. I tried to protest that without any food I would be buzzed at work, and besides that I didn't even like Michelob. (I'm more of a Corona and lime girl.) Justine silenced me with a look, and I went to work on emptying the bottle. Sometimes Justine casually reached over and slipped her hand inside my blouse, kneading my breasts. Tina would reach in and snap her finger across my other nipple. They pinched, they pulled, and they twisted my poor boobs all through lunch. Soon there were dozens of people (mostly sleazy looking guys,) staring at us, and I thought security was going to throw us out, but nothing happened. As the girls finished their lunches, and I was close to finishing my beer, Justine switched to rubbing my thighs, and then placed her hand on my crotch. By now I wasn't even surprised to find my self unconsciously humping her hand. As Tina cupped and jiggled my boobs I found myself thrusting my pelvis harder and harder onto Justine's hands. I had to close my eyes to stop thinking about all the people watching us. Suddenly Justine removed her hand, called me a horny slut, and asked if I was trying to get arrested. I was so frustrated I thought I was going to cry. Justine told me to finish my beer, that she had an assignment for me. I cringed inside to think what it might be. As I swallowed the last of my beer, Justine tucked the front of my skirt up into the waist, exposing my wide open crotch to just about everyone. My audience of voyeurs seemed pleased, but then I noticed some teenage girls stop, point, and breakout into laughter. They grabbed a table nearby, and I could hear their catty comments about the "ho." I finished the beer, and Justine took the bottle from me. She nodded to Melissa and Nicole, who then moved their chairs a little, blocking the room's view of my crotch. I was thankful for this privacy, but I should have been wondering what it would cost me. Justine then explained to me that she and Tina had a bet. Tina thought that I was such tight, stuck-up, old maid bitch that my pussy would so tight you couldn't get a pencil up it. Justine said that she knew I was a slut and a whore, and that my cunt would be loose enough to drive a semi through. That was the language she used, it was horrifying in its crudeness. She told me that for her to win, I would have to insert the beer bottle inside myself, (she used other words, but I just can't anymore,) to show how "loose" I was. For a few seconds I was speechless, and then I started to tell her how I couldn't, how it was obscene, how I would get arrested doing it in public. Justine grabbed me by my lower lips, just like she did this morning, making me stop mid-sentence. She let me know that either I could do this myself, or she would bend me over the table and do it herself. Except that she would stick it up my ass instead, and that she would stick the bottom of the bottle in first. I was completely horrified. Now, I know that she couldn't really do that. I mean even with what she did to me last night, it just wasn't possible to get an upside beer bottle up my rectum. Still though, I was smart enough to know that she might try. Justine handed me the bottle, and after a few seconds I lowered it to my crotch. I saw all the voyeurs crane their necks, to see what I was doing. I rubbed the opening of the bottle on my vagina lips for a while, but I was so well lubed from everything else that had happened that soon I had an inch or so of the bottle inserted. Now I realized why Justine had picked the Michelob. The bottle doesn't really have a neck, it's more cone shaped, so every bit more I inserted it spread me even more. I persevered, and soon I was working half the bottle in and out of my sex. I noticed that the teenaged girls were actually standing now and could see exactly what I was doing. Everyone on this side of the food court seemed to be staring. By the time I had three quarters of the bottle in, I was sweating, and starting to pant. I slid forward on the seat to get better leverage, and with one last push, I managed to get it all the way in. I heard the teenagers squeal in revulsion, and the law clerks cheered that Justine won the bet. I was too far gone though, I knew I was about to cum. I worked hard, humping my hand, with the bottle up into my womb, and I felt the beginnings of a monster orgasm. And all of a sudden I was soaking wet and ice cold. Nicole and Melissa had taken the two super-sized Root Beers I had bought them, and tossed them right into my blouse and onto my crotch. As the ice caught in the fabric, I gasped from the cold. I lost my grip on the bottle, and it slid most of the way out by itself. Justine used a napkin and grabbed it before I could react. Everyone started laughing at me as I sat there soaking wet and shivering. My outfit was ruined with sticky root beer. My blouse now hid absolutely nothing, and I wanted to cum so badly I felt like kicking and screaming. Justine laughed, grabbed me by the elbow, and led me to the women's room. Within seconds of getting there, she had the blouse, skirt, stockings, and shoes off of me. She handed them to Melissa, asking her to get those cleaned, and for her to find something more suitable for me to wear. I whined to Justine, begging her not to make me go back to work in some outfit she came up with, and she patted my cheek and told me not to worry my pretty little head. It was so condescending, but so help me I felt relieved. She told Tina to call in and tell the office manager that we had eaten some bad sushi, and none of us would be back in. I tried to protest that McIntyre was coming in tomorrow, and that I should really polish the presentation, but she just patted my cheek again, and told me that she was sure I could handle it. I always like to be completely prepared, but in truth, she was right, I had done most of the work last week, and it's not like he'd really know anyway. Heidi's Diary: Day 03 Justine handed me some paper towels, and told me that I'd better clean myself off before the Root Beer dried. As soon as I wet the towels and was cleaning my naked body, I heard the door open, and a voice say that "she's in here, and she's NAKED." Seconds later, the five teenage girls were in the restroom with us, laughing at me, and asking questions. Justine explained that I was her "sex-slave," and that this really turned me on. She told them that I didn't talk, and that I had to do whatever I was told. I didn't need my law degree to figure out that I had better not talk while these girls were around. The girls looked at me and giggled. One of them asked if I'd really do anything. Justine looked at me and told me to put my hands behind my back, and hop on one foot. Everyone started laughing at me as I jumped up and down, my breasts bouncing obscenely. Justine had me do some jumping jacks, and then turn around and touch my toes as well. When the girls asked, Justine told them it was fine to take some pictures. I was so humiliated as I had to stay bent over with my legs spread, showing them absolutely everything. I was so relieved when Melissa came back with something for me to wear. Unfortunately that relief only lasted until I saw what she had brought me. As soon as I looked at them, I blurted out that she'd brought me two tops. I looked closely, and it was definitely a white T-shirt, and a white tube top. I looked at Justine, confused. Melissa called me a stupid cow, and told me that I was to wear the tube top as a skirt. Everyone laughed at me as I stood there speechless. I kept trying to think of what I could do to get out of this, but my brain seemed to be stuck. I was terrified at what Justine might do to me if I didn't do what she told me too. The girls continued to take pictures of me with their phones, and I started to worry that I was going to become a star of the internet. I stepped into the tube top, and pulled it up to my hips. The thing was incredibly tight, and difficult to arrange so that it covered much of anything. After a several seconds of fiddling with it, I managed to get it to cover my crotch and most of my butt. It was so tight that there would be no doubt that I was pantyless. Sitting, even if Justine would let me keep my legs crossed, was not an option. The thing barely went below my crotch. As quickly as possible I pulled the T-shirt on. It was incredibly small as well; I think she got it from the juniors' section. It was super tight, to the point that it was uncomfortable on my biceps. It was supposed to bare the wearer's midriff, but in my case it squeezed my boobs out the bottom. It covered my nipples, but no matter how hard I pulled it down, I could not keep my boobs inside the shirt. Justine slapped my hands away, and told me that it was time to go shopping. I looked at myself in the mirror, and pleaded with her not to, that I looked like a trailer park whore. She just laughed and said that they had been very nice to get me those clothes, and that she would take them back if that's what I wanted. I told her no, and she pushed me towards the door. Right when I was about to open the door, Justine grabbed the hem of my "skirt" and pulled it up, turning it into a belt around my waist rather than a skirt. I shrieked, and automatically tried to pull it back down. Justine grabbed me by the ear and pulled me back into the bathroom, shouting at me that I was a stupid slut, and didn't I understand what rules were. She had me lift my top and put my hands on my head. I was so humiliated to have this kind of a spanking with eight other women watching, but after five slaps to each of my breasts, she found a way to make it worse. She looked out at the other eight, and asked if anyone else wanted to help teach me a lesson. Naturally Tina rushed at the chance. She tweaked, twisted, flicked, and stretched my nipples between her hard slaps to my breasts. It really hurt, and I found myself blinking back tears. Nicole and Melissa were not quite as cruel, but theyh each gave my boobs some pretty hard slaps. After this, they all looked at the teenagers, to see if they would take a turn. They were all too scared to move, and I thought I might be off the hook, but finally one of them came forward. She was just a skinny little thing, and she seemed very unsure of what to do. Finally, she laughed that she had never seen tits this big as she reached out and jiggled them. Justine told her to go ahead, to let me have it. She said that I was the type that had always made fun of girls for being flat-chested, (that's not really true, I've only done that a few times,) and this was the girl's chance to get even. The girl got an evil grin on her face, and proceeded to slap my boobs almost as hard as Tina had. The other teenagers took their turn, and by the end I was crying openly, and my boobs were an even shade of pink. Justine adjusted my top and my skirt so that I was mostly covered, and we walked out into the mall. Not only were the bottom of my breasts on display, but their bright pink color attracted even more attention. People would stop and stare at me as we walked. Guys made vulgar propositions, women called me a slut, I wanted to crawl under a rock and die. We got to a clothing store, and Justine told me to go in and try on different tops right in the middle of the store until I got kicked out. I hissed at her that I'd get arrested, but she insisted that I'd just get kicked out. She told me that I could talk, but that I was not to give any reason for my behavior, and that I should leave the store as soon as I was asked. I walked in the store, and I noticed that the teenagers were staying near me to see what happened. I found a rack of tank tops, took a deep breath, and pulled off the T-shirt. I heard a woman swear, and looked over to see an older lady calling me a floozie and telling me to put my top on. She didn't work at the store, so I ignored her. I tried on a tank top, and went to look at myself in the mirror. I walked back to the rack, took it off, and stood there topless and picked out another top. I repeated this three times when a girl from the store came over. She looked at me crossly, and asked what, exactly, I thought I was doing. I had just pulled off one of the store's tops, so I was stuck talking to her topless. I knew Justine wouldn't want me to cover up, so I just stood there with my boobs in plain view and told her that I was trying on clothes. Her eyes dropped to my breasts, and I could see the shock on her face as she registered how pink they were. She recovered quickly and told me that I'd better cover up and get out of her store, or she'd call security. I thanked her (sincerely!) and quickly got out of there as I pulled my shirt on. Everyone was laughing hysterically as I met them outside the store, and Justine put her arm around my shoulder as she told me what fun she was having. If I didn't feel so helpless around her, I would have tried to kill her! The humiliation was just unbearable. Next Justine told me we were all going into another store, and I had a choice. I could try on clothes (although not in the changing rooms) for as long as I wanted, but when I was done with that, I should find a place to sit on the floor over by the changing rooms. I was horrified. I thought about it for a bit, and decided that Justine would make sure that I sat on the floor no matter what, so exposing my boobs wasn't really a way to avoid showing my kitty as a I sat on the floor. So I walked over to the changing rooms, and sat down on the floor. It took me a while to figure out how to sit with my thighs at ninety degrees. Finally I settled on sitting Indian-style. I got comfortable, and then looked down. The tube top/ skirt was now bunched up and resting way above my crotch. I was spread open like I was at the gynecologist's office, and there was nothing I could do to cover up. The store was geared towards young women, and several girls around Justine's age or younger walked by as I sat there. The reaction was pretty much always the same. They wouldn't notice me at first, and then they'd smile politely and act like they were about to say hello. And then they would look down and see my bare kitty, and just laugh. A couple made some derisive comments about all my junk hanging out, and a couple others told me I should go to the truck stops, since I wouldn't be able to turn any tricks there. I felt lower than I've ever felt. Finally Justine came over and told me we were going, and she warned me not to touch my outfit as I stood up. I was so grateful to stand and put my thighs together, I didn't give any thought to what I looked like. When we entered the mall and I saw a couple guys stare at my crotch. When I looked down, I discovered that my "skirt" was still hiked up, and everything was exposed down there. It took all of my self-control to not scream and pull the skirt down to try to cover up. The spanking was still fresh in my mind though, so instead I started pleading with Justine to let me cover up. We were now in the middle of the mall, and she and the law clerks surrounded me. People were looking at us, but I felt a little better covered. Justine started making fun of me, talking asking me if I was worried about people seeing my twat hanging out. When she said "twat," she reached in and put her hand on my bare crotch. I was horrified by how wet I was, and she was easily able to insert two fingers. Once again, my hips responded, and I found my self humping her hand. She asked me if I wanted something from her. I had to work at it, but I panted out that I wanted to cover up. She asked me what I wanted covered up, and I could only answer with the word "crotch." Suddenly I felt Tina close behind me, and heard her whisper in my ear, "what about your ass, would you like that covered?" I yelped and jumped as I felt a sharp stab in my rectum. It took me a second to realize that she had plunged a finger up my butt, and was now pumping it in and out. In a few seconds she and Justine got into rhythm, and my memories get a little fuzzy. It was the most perverted thing that's ever happened to me, and it was happening out in public. Justine kept asking what I wanted, to be specific, and I just couldn't speak as they worked their fingers in and out of both my holes. Finally I managed to blurt out that I wanted my pussy and ass covered, and as quickly as they had started, they stopped. Justine told me that I had a choice. I could either stay this way for a few more hours, or agree to do one more thing. She told me it would be embarrassing, but it would over quickly, and as a bonus, I would get a one-time dispensation to adjust my skirt. I thought it over, and I knew that there was not fighting Justine. I was sure that she had something horrible planned for me, but she would probably just keep torturing me until I agreed anyway. I told her I would do it. She said I was free to adjust my skirt, and walked away. It took me a while to pull my skirt down far enough to cover my kitty, but not so far that my butt was hanging out. As soon as I was good, I did my best to catch up with them. I caught up with them when they got to a fountain in an atrium in the mall. They all sat down on a bench, and after some thought, I decided to stand. In one way it was worse, because it attracted attention to me to be standing and all of them sitting, but if I sat down as Justine wanted me to, then a few hundred people would see my shaved crotch. Justine smiled, motioned for me to stand in front of her, and started to casually stroke the inside of my thigh. I could see all the people giving me dirty looks as she teased me by rubbing higher and higher. She told me that they were going to get up and go to the car, and after two minutes, my task was to go swimming in the fountain. The pool for the fountain was less than two feet deep, but I was to make sure that I got completely submerged, and then I could come out and join them in the car. I was so shocked by this, I didn't even think to protest. The girls all got up and left, and I stood there a while looking at the fountain. I kept thinking about how I had gotten into this mess, and for the umpteenth time, I tried to figure a way out. Before I knew it, the two minutes were up. I looked around, and saw Nicole over by the exit watching me. I knew that I would need to follow the rules, or not only would Justine send out all the pictures she had of me now, they'd also probably leave me here, almost naked, and with no money or car. I took a deep breath, stepped into the fountain, and waded to its deepest part, just below my knees. People started to laugh and point at me as I dropped to my knees, and then went face down in the water. It was a lot colder than I expected, and I was shivering by the time I stood up. I looked down quickly, and was horrified at what I was showing. The T-shirt had become completely transparent, and stuck tight to my breasts. My nipples were clearly visible through the wet fabric. My skirt was pasted tight to my butt, but because it was so wet, it was starting to slip down. I stepped out of the fountain, and heard some people talking about where security was. I started to panic, and decided I'd better move as quickly as I could. I half-walked / half-ran towards the exit. I could feel my boobs bouncing and swaying, and got several cheers from guys I passed. I could feel my skirt slipping lower and lower, but there was nothing I could do. As I got to the exit I felt the skirt slip down my thighs, and then down to my ankles. Knowing I could not pull it up without risking punishment, and that if I left it there and tripped even more people would see me, I kicked the skirt off and ran out to Melissa's car. Nicole went around to get in the back seat, and I went to open the door nearest me. It was locked. Justine looked out the window and told me there was no way I was getting Melissa's car all wet, so I'd better get rid of the T-shirt too. I knew better than to argue, so I peeled off the wet shirt in front of all the people going in and out of the mall. Seconds later I was in the back seat, stark naked and next to Tina, and we were driving away. Naturally, Tina showed me no mercy. She reached over me and lowered the window, making me shiver as the breeze blew across my wet skin. I got a huge case of goose bumps, and my nipples hardened even more. The girls made fun of my goose pimples, and Tina made a point of playing very roughly with my nipples and breasts. At a stoplight, we pulled up next to a truck with some construction guys in it. The driver looked over and saw me, and soon they were yelling out the window to see more. Justine told me to lean out the window and show them my tits. I got up on my knees and leaned out the window, giving them an unobstructed view. Next Justine told me to tease them and play with my boobs, which made the guys cheer and holler. All of a sudden I felt the window coming up, and before I knew it, the window had pinned me in place. We started to drive along side the truck, with me stuck giving the guys a show. I yelped as I felt Tina stab a couple fingers into my vulnerable sex. There wasn't anything I could do with my upper body stuck outside, and she proceeded to pump her fingers in and out of me. Knowing Tina's obsession with my rear, I wasn't surprised when the fingers switched from my front hole to the back one. I moaned as they slid in, and the guys in the truck started laughing at the expression on my face. Fortunately, Melissa lowered the window after about a minute of that, and I was able to climb back in and sit down. This also got Tina's fingers out of my butt. We managed to lose the truck, and then drove over to a large park on the other side of town. We pulled into the parking lot, and Justine turned around to face me. She told me that I had to get out, and that they would drive to the other end of the park, and be waiting for me at a picnic bench. I had twenty minutes to get there, and if I didn't make it, they'd leave me in the park with no clothes. I started to protest, but Justine said that I had better be out of the car in ten seconds, or they'd throw me out, and just leave. I jumped out of the car, spotted some bushes, and ran for cover. From the (relative) safety of the bushes I tried to figure out what I would do. The park is really big, and sparsely wooded with playing fields and jogging trails winding through it. I've been there a few times before, but I was wishing I knew it a little better. I knew that the other side was a bit over a half mile away, so I couldn't wait here too long if I was going to be there in twenty minutes. I decided I needed to avoid the jogging trails, and especially the fields. I made a quick dash to the nearest stand of trees. I thought I heard some shouts, but I wasn't going to wait to find out. I worked my way along a small footpath through the trees, trying to keep low and out of sight. All of a sudden I almost ran straight into two women jogging. Damn, why couldn't they use the real trails! They looked really concerned and asked if I needed help and if they should call the police. There attitude changed when I begged them not to, and I told them I was on a dare. They told me that I was being very foolish, and that I'd better get some clothes on before I was arrested or attacked. They jogged off in disgust, and I felt totally disgraced. I had to make a couple more sprints across some fields, and one time I know that an entire men's soccer team stopped and cheered me as I ran, but thank God no one followed. Finally I saw the girls at a table, and I ran up to them, asking for something to wear. Justine smiled at me and said that they weren't sure they were going to give me anything, that she liked me in the nude. She suggested that I should get under the table while they thought about it. I looked around and saw some people driving into the nearby parking lot, so I dove under the table before even more people saw me. I started to beg Justine to let me have some clothes. I'd been naked for over half an hour, I was cold, and I was terrified I'd be caught. Justine said okay, and that she'd give me something, if I did something for her. My stomach sank, as I could guess what was coming. She said that Tina had the bag with the clothing, and that if I made her happy, then she would likely give me something to cover up. I was cowering on the ground between Tina's legs, and when I looked at her she was pulling up her skirt to show me her sex. She had her legs spread wide, and I could see her furry kitty. She rubbed it a little, and I heard her say "I'm waiting." I whimpered out a weak "no," but I think I already knew that resistance was futile. Justine reached down and snapped a fingernail hard across my nipple, making me jump and bump my head. She said that I had better get licking and make Tina cum, or I'd never get any clothes. I still can't believe that I did it. In my entire life I've never had any interest in other women, or given thought to having sex with them. Here I was about to perform oral sex on the second girl in two days. I climbed up between Tina's legs, and placed my mouth on her sex. I decided to try and get this over with as quickly as I could. I zoned in on her most sensitive spot, and licked for all I was worth. Soon I had a finger in her as well, as she moaned and bucked. It took a few minutes, but soon she was tense and trembling. Knowing what Tina likes to do to me, I switched my finger from her sex to her bottom, and she climaxed almost instantly. As she pushed my head away I wiped my face, and asked her for some clothing. Still panting, she said that she guessed I had earned it and she passed me ... a black pair pantyhose! I started to complain, but they threatened to take even that away, so I quickly put them on, and discovered their next trick. They weren't really pantyhose! There was no covering for my butt or crotch. It was almost like a one-piece garter belt and stockings, and it left me completely exposed. Heidi's Diary: Day 03 Next Nicole said that she had more for me to wear, but that I'd have to earn it from her. I tried to get her to tell me what kind of clothing, but she just lifted her short skirt and pointed at her hairless crotch. At this point I was so far in, I could hardly say I wouldn't do it, so I crawled over to her, and proceeded to lick her. She took longer than Tina, but finally she shuddered and let out the telltale sigh that let me know she had an orgasm. My hopes for being covered were squashed when she dropped a small piece of black fabric on the ground. I grabbed it, and was dismayed to see it was an opera glove. I pulled it on anyway, figuring any covering was better than none. It came up to mid bicep, and covered my arm very nicely, but that was all! I was not shocked to hear Melissa say that it was her turn, as she lowered her slacks. This was more daring than the others just lifting their skirts, but I think her blazer kept anyone seeing her butt. I saw no reason to even say anything, and I obediently began to service her. She was much more of a screamer than the other two, and soon she was moaning and pulling my face into her crotch. I could hardly breathe, but I managed to keep at it until she squealed. I was rewarded for my efforts with the other glove. Justine told me that she had one more item of clothing for me, and she opened her legs. I asked her if it would actually cover me, but she didn't respond. I asked her if she would at least tell that it wasn't a hat, which made her laugh, and say that she wished she'd thought of that. Unable to get anymore information, I placed my mouth on her sex. Justine kept up her conversation with the other three while I licked her for all I was worth. I wanted badly to make her moan and scream, but all I got were some quiet sighs. Finally she pushed my head away, and told me that was "very nice." She passed down a small piece of red fabric that took me a while to figure out. It was a tube-dress made out of a sheer red material. When I pulled it on, it went barely from my boobs to my crotch. I crawled out from under the bench, stood up and tried to adjust the dress. I was able to pull it down low enough so it covered my crotch but keep it high enough to my boobs covered. Barely. Even still my nipples were clearly visible through the transparent material, and the black hose showed through, so everyone could tell they had no crotch. Before I had looked like a trailer park whore, now I looked like a Las Vegas whore. Justine handed me a pair of high heels, and set it was time to go. The heels were almost three inches high, so it was hard for me to walk back to the car. We got in the car, and I was now in the back between Justine and Nicole. They lifted my thighs up, and set one in each of there laps, spreading me wide open. They all chatted as we drove, and the two of them casually pinched, pulled, probed, and invaded my body. My brain was now in fog of sexual desire and frustration. I was humiliated to be treated like this, but my mind could not even focus on protesting. I'm sure scored of people saw all of my charms as we drove around, but I couldn't bring myself to look. Finally we stopped, and when I looked I saw we were in a seedier part of town. We were parked in front of an adult bookstore, and my stomach sank as I knew I was in for more humiliation. Justine was busy writing in a notepad. By this point I knew what to expect. She gave me a list of things I needed to buy, told me they were going in, and that I should not let anyone know that I was with them. She added that I should get help filling out the list, and that I should follow all instructions. She lifted up the hem of my dress, and tucked my credit card in the front of my so called pantyhose. There was no way I would be able to pay for this stuff without showing my bare kitty. Seconds later I was alone in Melissa's car. I read the list and was horrified. I was to get two dildos, one eight inches, the other ten. A butt plug, some anal beads (I had no idea what that even was!) a strap-on dildo, some Astro-Glide or other lube, a spanking paddle, and some nipple clamps. The note told me that I should tell whoever was helping me that my Mistress told me I had to get these things. I was also to make sure that the nipple clamps were the most painful ones they had, and ask to try them on in the store. Justine said if I didn't pick ones that hurt the most, she would know and make me sorry. She also told me to be sure to wear the clamps out of the store. I couldn't help myself, I started to cry at what was happening to me. This was all so horrible. I had started out worried only about what Justine might do to my career. Now I was in so deep to this depraved world, I couldn't see any way out. Finally I decided that I just had to carry on, there were no other options. I regained my composure, and walked into the store. I almost lost my resolve as I walked in and saw a dozen men staring at me. Not only was I humiliated, but I had started to fear for my safety. But as I looked around, I saw a few other women in addition to Justine and the clerks, and both of the people behind the counter were girls. I walked up to one, a skinny kid with multiple piercings and pink hair and asked if I could get some help. She looked at my outfit, laughing, and asked me what I needed. I showed her my list, and told her the story about my mistress sending me on a shopping trip. She rolled her eyes, and said that explained a lot. She asked me what I needed and started to lead me around the store as I read the list. There are an unbelievable number of options for sex toys, and that girl made me blush as she explained the function of each toy, and the advantages of thicker vs. thinner, textured vs. smooth, and all kinds of other subtleties. I tried to move quickly, but she seemed to delight in stretching things out, asking me things like how experienced I was in ass-play as she showed me anal beads. (Who even thought of things like that!) People kept walking back and forth to get a good look at me as she kept telling me all of these shocking things. I was blushing horribly by the time we got back to the bondage section, and we picked out a spanking paddle about the size of a ping-pong paddle. Then came the really tough part, she showed me a half dozen type of nipple clamps and I had to tell her that I needed to pick the most painful ones. I asked her if I could try them on. She said they had a bathroom I could go use, and I started to blush even more, and stutter. "Let me guess," she said, "you're supposed to do it here?" I nodded. She told me to go ahead, and that she was going to enjoy the show. I slowly slid my top down to my hips, and soon everyone in the store was watching me. I took the first clamp and tried to clamp it to my nipple. I say tried, because I was so nervous my hands were shaking, and my nipple kept moving as I tried to capture it. I heard the shopgirl say she would help me, and the next thing I knew she was squeezing my breast to hold my nipple in place. I managed to get the clamp in place, let go to attach it, and almost shrieked in pain. Who makes this things?? It hurt almost as bad as when Justine was pinching me. The shopgirl suggested I leave that one on, so I could compare. I was biting my lip and blinking back tears, so I just nodded. She handed me the next set, and grabbed my other boob. This set was pretty bad, but not as bad as the first one. We replaced that with the third set, and then she had to do the fourth set because the first set was hurting my nipple so bad that I couldn't make myself do it. Unbelievably, the fifth set was even more painful, and I let out a low moan as she released the jaws. I begged her to take them off, but she said she had one more to try. Thank God it wasn't so bad, and then she removed them all. I started to rub my nipples to get the pain away, which was well received by the crowd watching us. The shopgirl then told me she wasn't sure if the fifth set or the first set was worse, so she was going to put them back on, but on the opposite breasts so I could make sure. I nodded, and held my breath as she put them back on. Now that my nipples were so sore, they were both even worse than they had been. It wasn't by much, but the fifth set was definitely the most painful, so I told her I would take them. I don't know how I made myself do it, but I also asked her to wear them out of the store. She smiled and said sure, that she'd put it on for me. Then she grabbed the clamp I didn't want, and yanked hard. I shrieked as my breast stretched out and then the clamp slipped off, scraping my nipple. She started laughing, saying that she'd always wanted to do that, and then attached the other clamp to my abused nipple. The clamps were attached to each other by a small chain, which hung between my two boobs. She asked me if that was everything, and when I said yes, she headed back to the counter. I gingerly pulled my dress up, and the crowd around me began to dissipate. I got to the front, and she rung everything up. Facing the counter, I pulled my hem up and got the credit card, which made the shopgirl smile, and say "nice." As she processed the card she looked at me, and then said that she thought she had been very helpful. Not knowing where this was going, but worried, I said that yes, she had been. She told me that she thought I should give her a tip. I stared at her blankly, terrified at what might come next. She said that she really liked my dress, and that it would make a very nice tip. My mouth dropped in shock. I looked around and saw the Justine was watching me. The shopgirl told me that she really liked the hose and gloves look, and she'd like to keep my dress as a souvenir. With Justine there, I knew I had no choice. I looked the shopgirl in the eye, and told her that I really appreciated her help, and I'd like to give her this to show my gratitude. With that, I peeled the dress up over my head and handed it to her. I heard cheers and rude comments from all the customers, and I signed for my purchases and ran for the exit. A few guys followed me out to watch me get in the car, but seconds later all the girls were there with me, and we drove off. By now it was getting to be evening, and I was ecstatic when Justine said we should go home. I was between Tina and Nicole, and they spent the whole drive flicking their fingers against my clamps, making my entire breasts throb with pain. It seemed like an eternity, but soon we were back in the office parking lot, and Tina jumped out to drive my car home. Fifteen minutes later Melissa pulled into the visitor parking at my complex. I begged them to give me something more to wear, but Justine just reached in and pulled on the chain between my boobs to get me out. She told me to keep my hands behind my back, and she led me to my town-home by my breasts. We ran into one lady I'd seen before but didn't know. Her face was shocked, but she just hurried away. When we walked up to my door, we ran right into Kristy, who was coming home as well. "For fuck's sake, Heidi," she squealed when she saw me. Justine explained to her how I had decided that I was a submissive, and that I had begged her to treat me like a slave. I wanted to scream that she was lying, but I knew better than to cross Justine. Justine said that I'd be cooking and serving the group dinner and drinks if Kristy would like to join us. Kristy was laughing as she said Jeff would be sorry that he was out playing pool. She agreed to join us, saying that she had to see what happened. Once we were inside, Justine removed the clamps, and told me to get in the kitchen and make them all some margaritas. She slapped my butt to get me moving, and I hurried into the kitchen. My nipples had been numb from the clamps, but by the time I was in the kitchen they started to wake up. I couldn't believe how much it hurt; it was worse than putting them on! I was literally crying as I made the margaritas, standing in my kitchen with crotchless hose and long gloves. The whole thing was just too surreal. When I brought the pitcher and salted glasses into my living room, I noticed that all the blinds were open, so anyone looking in would see my outfit, or actually my lack thereof. I thought about asking if I could close them, but I figured that would lead to something even worse. As I set the tray down on the coffee table, I felt two hands probing my crotch, and another pull on my tender nipple. This was to be the pattern for the evening. I would run around serving the girls, and they would take every chance to fondle, pinch, twist and probe me. I went around the room giving each girl her drink, and except for Kristy, they all made a point of playing with either my boobs or my crotch. They all made catty comments about how I was a complete slut, and that they couldn't believe how wet I was. To make things worse, they were right, my sex was swollen and their fingers got slimy as they touched me. Justine kept her habit of wiping my ooze off on my breasts, while Tina used the lubrication to slide her fingers into my rear end. As soon as I had the drinks handed out, I hurried back to the kitchen to mix another pitcher. Justine came in and used my phone to order a pizza. She told me that it would be my job to keep them all set with drinks and food, and if I had nothing to do, I should stand nearby so they could see and play with me. She told me I was to do anything that anyone asked of me, and that if I protested or made any comment at all I would be punished severely. In fact, I was not to say a single word, unless I was asked a direct question. She pinched my nipple painfully to make sure that I understood, and then went back to the group. It was all I could do to keep from crying as I took the drinks out and poured them. The pitcher was still half full when I was done, so I stood between Melissa and Nicole's chairs, and waited to see if anyone needed anything. Justine was sitting on the couch with Kristy, and had her arm wrapped around my neighbor, and was whispering in my ear. I hate to admit this, but I actually started feeling jealous. It's crazy, but I kept worrying about what would happen if Justine liked Kristy better than me. Kristy is really thin, and not very big in the chest department, but she's cute in an athletic kind of way. What if Justine decides she'd rather be with her? Practically, it would be bad for me, because if Justine gets tired of me, she might ruin my career just for the fun of it. But if I'm honest, it's more than that. Even though I hate what Justine is doing to me, and the way she forces me, I have to admit that when she touches me it feels soooo good. It's hard to understand, but when I think about what would happen if she stopped, it fills me with dread. After a bit, Justine pulled me away from my worries, and called me over. She told me to put my hands on my head, and stick my chest out. (Actually she said tits.) Once I had done that, she had me bend at the waist, dangling by breasts in front of her and Kristy. She started to talk to Kristy about my boobs, about how big and jiggly they were. She reached up and bounced them a few times. Kristy just stared, dumbstruck, but when Justine urged her, she reached up and jiggled my right boob. Justine then took the nipple clamps, and reattached the left one. She told Kristy to do the other one as I bit my lip and blinked back tears. Kristy took a lot longer to get it right, and she had to play with my nipple for so long that I was getting really turned on before she released the clamp and the pain took over. Right then, the doorbell rang. Justine told me to go get the pizza, and come back for then money. Since Justine had told me to not even speak, I just walked to the door, and opened it to a very shocked pizza delivery guy. He finally stuttered out that my pizza was here, and told me how much we owed. I smiled and took the pizza from him. I didn't invite him in, but I wasn't surprised when he followed me. I heard him swear when I bent over to set the pizza on the coffee table, and I blushed when I realized that he had a perfect view of my asshole and vagina when I bent like that. Justine made it worse by tossing a $20 bill on the floor, and telling me to get it for him. This time he just started laughing, and saying that no one at the pizza place was going to believe this. He asked if any of us ladies would be needing his services, at which point Justine spoke sharply, warning him not to cross the line. Chagrinned, he left, but not before telling me what great tits I had. The fact that I had not eaten lunch lurched to the front of my mind, and I was ridiculously grateful when Justine said I could eat a piece of pizza, as long as I sat on the floor. So there I was, sitting indian-style, with my sex spread wide for the five women. I noticed that Kristy kept sneaking peeks at me, with a look that said she couldn't believe what was happening. I noticed that now Justine was rubbing her arm or thigh as she talked with her. Once my pizza was done, I had to jump up and run to make more margaritas. As the liquor flowed, the party got louder and more rowdy. Nicole took to slapping my butt whenever she could, to howls of laughter. Tina would yank on the chain between my breasts, making me yowl, while Justine would tell everyone that maybe I was starting to regret having such big boobs. I wanted to crawl into bed and die, but it just kept going on and on. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. I had just returned with another pitcher, and Justine told me that she wanted me to go get my bag of toys, and set them out on the table so Kristy could see. Kristy's eyes were as big as saucers as I dumped out the bag of sex toys on the table. I must have blushed twelve shades of red as she looked at all the phalluses, beads, and the paddle. Justine leaned forward, and took the strap-on. She didn't put it on, but she held it in her crotch, with the fake penis pointing up obscenely. She made some horrible comments about how this was what Heidi really wanted. She then looked at me seriously, and told me to give her a blowjob like the one I had given Mark. Every fiber in my being wanted to protest, but I remembered her instructions, and I knew I could not bear to be punished. Especially not in front of Kristy. So I knelt in front of her, and as Kristy shrieked in shock and started to swear, I started to perform oral sex on the dildo. I felt so stupid doing it, I mean Justine couldn't even feel it, but in some perverted way it was turning me on too. Soon my head was bobbing up and down, and my lips were brushing against Justine's hand where she was holding the phallus. I could hear Kristy laughing, and saying she couldn't believe it. I felt Justine's hands on my shoulders, pushing me up. She told me that was enough, and that now I should mount her. At this point nothing could shock me any more, and I put my knees on either side of her thighs, and lowered myself onto the strap-on protruding from her crotch. Suddenly Kristy was swearing a blue streak, and Justine looked at her, telling her that she'd better get started. I was totally confused as Kristy looked angry and said no way, that she wasn't doing it. Justine's face turned hard, and she told Kristy that a deal was a deal, and if she didn't do it, then the rest of them would do it for her. Kristy looked concerned, and then a little resigned, and then to my shock, started to unbutton her blouse. Justine flicked a finger across a nipple, telling me to start riding, and as I started moving my hips, literally fucking Justine, she explained that she and Kristy had made a little bet. By this time Kristy's blouse was off, and she stood up to unzip her slacks. The girls started making strip-tease sounds, and Kristy blushed furiously. Justine told me that she had told Kristy that if she told me to take a dildo, give it a blowjob, and then ride it like a cowgirl, that I would do it without question. Kristy had said no way. That maybe Justine had some kind of blackmail over me, but that I wouldn't do it without protest. Justine had gotten her to bet her clothing on it, so now Kristy had to strip. Kristy had worked her bra straps off her shoulders and was hesitating. With a look from Justine, she clearly found the resolve, and pulled the bra down, exposing her breasts. I have to say that although her breasts were small, probably not even a B cup, her nipples were very big, and very hard. Heidi's Diary: Day 04 Oh my God... What a day. So much has changed; I'm not sure what I'm going to do. At the beginning of the week I was confident, determined, I knew where my life was going, and what I wanted. Now everything has changed, and I don't know what to do. I'll start at the beginning. Justine woke me up from where I had slept on the couch. She repeated the same wake-up method of spanking my on my breasts and crotch. She sent me off to shower and do my hair and make-up. When I got back down she and Tina were having bagels and coffee. Justine told me I could have breakfast if I stood in front of them. I was starving, so I stood naked in front of the two girls. It was completely surreal, eating a bagel while they played with my naked body. Justine and Tina had brought clothes in Justine's work-out bag, so they got dressed while I remained naked. Finally, right as we were about to leave, Justine gave me my outfit. At first I was relieved to see it was one of my more professional outfits. The skirt was a bit short, but the matching blazer has a very nice cut to it. There was also a nice white blouse, which could button up to be quite modest. Then I saw that she had picked out a bright red demi-cup bra that Brad gave me. He was trying to get me to dress more provocatively, but I had never worn it. As I put it on I had a hard time keeping my nipples in the cups, and even then the thing was so sheer that it didn't hide much. There were no panties, but I did put on a sheer pair of pantyhose. With the skirt and blouse on I was decently dressed, but when I looked in the mirror I was horrified. The red of the bra showed straight through the blouse, and I looked like a total bimbo. I tried to tell Justine that I couldn't do the McIntyre presentation like this, but she told me that with the blazer on no one would notice. All thee of us had to ride to work in my little car, so I ended up sitting on Tina's lap. She took the opportunity to torment me in every way. She lifted my skirt and pulled down my hose so she could finger me, and used the other hand to maul my breasts. I was red and flustered by the time we got to the office. When we got out of the car, Justine demanded my blazer. I begged her that I would look like a floozy with the red bra, and that it would risk my presentation with McIntrye. She told me that I could have the blazer back before McIntyre came, but that she liked the way I looked and wanted everyone in the office to see me that way. Knowing that arguing with Justine was dangerous, I handed over the blazer and went into the office. Everyone I met did a double take; looking at me, and then my chest. I heard some catty comments, and Elaine even laughed in my face telling me that red was a good color for me. It was a horrible experience. I spent a couple hours working in my office to get my presentation perfect, and then went to the conference room to see that everything was ready. I was busy organizing when Elaine stepped in and asked me to come to her office. She had a stern look on her face, so my stomach was doing flip-flops as I followed her. Was she going to chew me out over my attire? Had she heard something? My heart was pounding by the time we got to her office and she closed the door. She took a stack of papers off her desk, and then stood in front of it and handed them to me. She asked if I had some kind of explanation for this. My whole world collapsed as I looked. It was a series of 8 1/2 by 11 photos, all of me. Me flashing at the gas station; me masturbating in the shower; me topless in the store; me with nothing but stockings, gloves, gloves and nipple clamps. Finally there were two of me performing oral sex on a woman. My face was clearly recognizable, but unless you knew it was Kristy, it was impossible to tell who I was licking. Justine had made sure that no one but me could be damaged by these photos. Elaine looked at me, clearly angry. And I started to cry. I knew I was destroying my career as a lawyer, but I just couldn't stop myself. I knew that what I needed to do was be tough, to advocate for myself, but all I could do was sob, and then tell her that I didn't know what was happening to me. I begged her to not show those photos to anyone, to not ruin my career. Elaine's face became a smirk, and she sat back on her desk. I continued to beg, saying I would do anything to keep from being fired, to avoid being ruined. At that, Elaine said that there might be a solution, and she told me to take off all my clothes! I was in total shock; my mouth just dropped open. It was one thing for Justine to blackmail me, she had nothing to lose. But this was very dangerous for Elaine. The weird this is that this made me very horny. Elaine wanted me! I know it's sick and twisted, but it made me feel sexy. She told me that clearly I spent a lot of time naked, and she wanted me to do it right there. Obviously a week ago I would have filed a harassment suit, but with everything that's happened, and the fact that I'd been on the brink of orgasm for two days with no relief, I just started to undress. Elaine stood up and smiled as I stripped down to my bra and hose. Once the bra was off she told me that I should stop, that she always liked the look of women in heels and hose and nothing else. She had me spin around and model for her, telling me that she had always thought I had great breasts. Then she told me to undress her. I was so excited that my hands were shaking as I slid her blazer off her shoulders. I was so horny and I need to cum so badly that I think I would have done anything. As I started to unbutton her blouse, she told me that she wanted me to kiss her skin as I exposed it. I must have frowned a bit, because she told me that given the muff-munching I was doing in the pictures that it shouldn't be a big deal. So as I opened her blouse, I moved in and planted kisses down between her breasts and her belly. Elaine must work out a lot, because her body was incredibly firm. I worked the blouse off her shoulder, kissing it, and slowly trailing my tongue down her arm. By this point I was really getting into it, and I have to say that I had a bizarre desire to show Elaine how good I could be. I kissed and worshiped her other arm as I got the blouse off of her. Her shoes and skirt came of quickly, and then I started on her panty hose. I planted hundreds of little kisses along the waistband of her panties, and then on her thighs as I peeled the hose down. Eventually I ended up on the floor, kissing her feet and sucking her toes as I pulled the hose off. Then I went back up, kissing her shoulders as I pushed down her bra straps, then licking and kissing the sides of her breasts along her bra cups. I kept pushing her bra down, kissing the newly exposed flesh, until her nipples came into view. I spun the bra around and unclasped it, and then went to work licking and nibbling the undersides of her large breasts. While they weren't quite as big as mine, they were impressive, and her even tan showed that she liked to sunbathe topless. Finally I went to work on her panties. I got behind her, and started kissing her cheeks as I pulled the fabric down. I kept working my way to the crack, and then away again. Finally the panties were down to her thighs, and I had a decision to make. Given everything else I've done in the last few days, I decided to go for it, and I moved my mouth into the crack of her ass, and planted a kiss on her rectum. She moaned and said what a dirty girl I was, and wiggled her ass in my face. I went to work licking and then sticking my tongue up inside her anus. After a few minutes of that, I came around to the front of her and started running my lips through her pubic hair. She moaned, and sat back on her desk and spread her thighs. I took my time, teasing her as I licked, kissed and nibbled all around her sex, making her writhe and moan. Finally she just grabbed my head and pulled it into her crotch. I spent the next several minutes working her up to a whopper of an orgasm. My tongue was exhausted, but I felt a perverse pride in my accomplishment. Elaine then stood up, and took charge again. She had me help her get dressed, although with no kissing this time. She reached down, picked up my bra, and sat down at her desk, putting my bra in a drawer. She told me that she liked that, and that if I wanted to stay working at this firm, that I should set up a daily appointment with her to service her. She said I was a great little pussy-girl, and that I would be licking her every day. I wanted to sink into the floor and die. My goal was to be a partner in the firm, and she was suggesting that I would basically be her call girl. I was terrified for my future. I stood there a second, letting that soak in, and she snapped at me to get out. I started to get dressed, but she made it clear I needed to get out right away. I had my skirt on, and my blouse on but not buttoned by the time I got out the door. Thank God no one was in the hallway when I got out there. I managed to get a couple buttons done, and then raced to the conference room. Partially to get dressed, and partially so no one else saw me cry. I had convinced myself that if I did what Elaine wanted that she'd be happy and not be mean to me. When it became clear that she was going to use me just as a sex toy, I was completely crushed. I decided that all I could do was try to do as good a job on the presentation as possible, and hope for the best. I was just about to fix my blouse when Justine came in, with a smirk on her face. She asked me mockingly if I'd been having fun. I just lost it. I yelled at her, asking how she could do that. She said she wouldn't ruin my career, and then she gave those photos to Elaine. I was really getting heated up when Justine reached out with both hands, opened my blouse, and grabbed both of my nipples. Needless to say, my tirade stopped instantly when I started to see stars from the pain. She twisted and crushed my nipples, making me gasp in agony. Once I stopped talking and froze in place she lightened up. A little. She hissed at me that I'd better not forget my place, and that she could ruin a lot more that just my little lawyer career. She told me that I'd better learn some humility, and to start I could get my clothes off. I started to say no, but a sharp pain in my nipples made me think better of it. I quickly shed the blouse and the skirt. Like Elaine, she let me keep my hose and shoes on, but it's not like that hid anything. She told me that she'd be back ten minutes before the presentation with my clothing. She let me know that she would send people in to check on me, and that I'd better not be hiding anything when they looked in. With that, she left with my clothing. I spent the next ten minutes trying not to hyperventilate. My heart was pounding I was so scared. I tried to practice my presentation, but there was no way I could focus. I'm ashamed to admit that it wasn't just fear either. I was so turned on I thought I would cum every time something touched anywhere near my crotch. It took all my focus to not lie down on the table and masturbate like a monkey. But it was bad enough to think of someone catching me in there naked; to catch me diddling myself would be the end of me. Suddenly the door opened and Tina came in. Thank God I couldn't see anyone (and no one saw me) through the open door as she entered. She laughed at me, and said that Justine had sent her down to check on her. She said that maybe she'd send Derek down next. I blanched, and she just laughed at me. She stood next to me, and told me to put my hands on my head. She spent a little while mauling my breasts, and snapping her fingers across my nipples. Then she had me bend over, and pulled my pantyhose down to expose my butt. She gave me five firm slaps to each cheek, saying that Justine wanted to be sure I understood that I was being punished. She pulled my hose back up, and left the room. This process repeated itself three more times over the next hour. Nicole, Michelle, and then Tina again, all came in, mocked me, and spanked me some more. I spent the whole time in panic, and frankly, on the edge of orgasm. Finally, with just fifteen minutes until the presentation, Justine walked in, carrying a small shopping bag. I was so relieved when I could see my blazer in it. I was a little worried when Justine pulled the two dildos I had bought out of the bag. I started to cry again, and beg Justine to stop torturing me. I felt so low, I didn't know what to do. She came to me, hugged me, and said that it was all going to be okay. Then she started kissing me. It was unbelievable. I went from being so low, to feeling incredible as she held me in her arms and kissed me. Her hands roamed my naked body, and I shuddered and moaned in ecstasy. She pushed me back on the table, and asked me if I wanted to cum. I knew that the meeting would start soon, but I just needed to release all the sexual tension of the past days. I nodded furiously and spread my legs wide. Justine grabbed the crotch of my hose and ripped a hole so she could get at my sex. She took the smaller to of the two dildos, and started to work it in me. I lay back on the table, arched my back to raise my hips, and started thrusting. Soon I felt her rubbing the second dildo around my sex, and then she pulled the smaller one out, and started pressing it against my rectum. Slowly she managed to work both of the fake penises inside me at the same time. I was bucking my hips like a wild horse, and I could feel an orgasm welling up inside me. Justine took one of my hands, put it on the dildo in my butt, and told me to start pumping it in and out while she did the one in my sex. It felt weird doing that myself, but it also felt dirty and I could feel myself get closer. After a few minutes she said she wanted play with my breasts, and she had me work the other dildo as well while she walked around the table so she could reach my chest easily. So there I was, lying on my back with my legs spread wide, pumping one dildo in and out of my vagina, and another in and out of my ass, with another girl leaning over me and pulling and kneading my breasts. It was so depraved, but I felt like I was in heaven. It all felt so good, that I never even noticed when Justine stopped touching my boobs. I was just so close to a much needed orgasm. I closed my eyes and started working furiously to get that elusive orgasm. And then I heard a gasp. I opened my eyes, and I'm not sure I can even write down what I saw. Justine was nowhere in sight, and all the senior partners, all the attorneys working the McIntyre case, and Jared McIntyre himself had all just walked into the room, and they were all staring at me. Staring at me performing a more perverted sex act than I could have even imagined a week ago. And then it got even worse. I couldn't stop. Even with all those people staring at me, I couldn't stop myself from trying to get that orgasm. I kept sliding both those dildos in and out of my holes. And then the ultimate humiliation, I had a screaming, tsunami sized orgasm. It was without a doubt the most intense, earth-shattering orgasm I've ever had in my entire life, and I had it right in front of our firm's biggest client. If I hadn't been screaming from my orgasm, I would have been screaming in embarrassment. Finally, McIntrye came out of his stupor, and started yelling at the senior partners about what the hell was going on, was this some kind of a sick joke, and he thought we were attorneys not porno producers. Elaine started to scream at me to get out, to not even bother cleaning out my desk, to just get out and never come back. Suddenly Justine was at my side, and she helped me off the table, and handed me the shopping bag with my clothes. I pulled my blazer out, and couldn't find anything else except my purse. Elaine was still screaming at me, so I pulled on the blazer and ran. I ran out of the office, through the lobby, completely naked from the waist down, and I realize now with a dildo still protruding from my rear end. It wasn't until I sat down in my car that I realized that it was still in there. I drove home, crying the whole way, unable to comprehend that my life was now entirely ruined. Not only is my job gone, I'm not sure I can ever work again as an attorney in the state of California. Every law office in town will hear about the slut attorney who put on a sex show for a client. I got home and ran inside to put on some clothes. I put on jeans, a T-shirt, and a sweatshirt, and for the first time in days I now have underwear on as well. I made a decision to fly up to Oregon to see my sister who's in grad school there. I left her a message and came out to the airport. So now I'm sitting in a first class seat (I figure this may be my last chance since I may be waiting tables on a college campus from now on,) and getting this all written down so I can make sense of it. I'm filled with dread about what will happen to me now. Soon the doors will close on this plane, and I'll probably be leaving this place forever. But I have to say that my worst dread isn't about that I won't be a partner, or even an attorney, but that for the rest of my life I'll be sneaking off and masturbating when I think about these last few days. I actually did that three times while writing this entry, once even after I had gotten on the plane! My old life seems so vanilla now, I don't know how I'll go back to it, but without Justine, I don't how I could be as wild as I've been these last few days. Oh well, at least I have this all written down now and I ca WHAT IS SHE DOING ON THIS FLIGHT?!? {End of Diary} NOTE FROM POSTER I found this diary in the magazine holder on a flight from Portland Oregon to Denver. Normally I wouldn't have read it, but I also found the remains of a bra and a pair of panties that had been cut up. That pricked my curiosity, and I read it with growing excitement. Once I'd finished, I looked around my seat and found some cloth tucked in between the seats. Upon inspection I realized it was a T-shirt, what appeared to be the legs from some jeans that had been cut-off, and some fabric that apparently came from a sweatshirt. It would seem the woman writing the diary had an interesting flight. Koala