I stood trembling, naked as usual, while Marianne uncovered the food. She motioned me to sit down and sat herself.
“Marianne, I don’t know if I can do this anymore. It’s too much.”
“Girl, you promised me and I am only doing what you said I could do. You do remember your promise to me, don’t you?”
I sucked in a breath.
“I do Marianne, but I didn’t know it would be this bad. I mean, the two mailroom clerks and the bellman and now this morning, shaving me in front of a man. I didn’t realize what you would do. It isn’t fair, Marianne, it isn’t fair.”
“So, you think it would be more fair if I sent some of your lovely pictures to your parents? Do you think they would understand what you had been doing? Perhaps that would be for the best. Then we both would be relieved of the temptation.”
She knew how to push my buttons. I couldn’t let her send anything to my mother and father. My mother would almost die and my father would never speak to me again.
“No Marianne, please. I will be good, I promise. I just find this so hard. I am not used to being naked in front of people. I get scared and ashamed and humiliated. I just find it so hard.”
“Well, remember, you have promised twice. I don’t want to have to remind you over and over again.”
“You won’t Marianne. I will be good.”
“Well then, let’s eat breakfast and go out. I want to get you a new dress.”
I tightened up inside. I could just imagine the dress. But I picked up my fork and began to eat even though the food tasted like sawdust to me. I had to eat. Marianne ate and chattered to me about the friends she had in this city. How they would be so pleased to meet me. I felt nervous about that, but there was nothing I could do to change what she would do to me.
We finished eating and she allowed me a pair of underpants, sheer of course, a pair of slacks and a top. I did not get a bra. She led me off and we went to a clothing store. Marianne walked about the woman’s department until she had found several dresses, none of which were revealing. She led me to the fitting rooms and handed me one. I entered and removed my top and slacks. As soon as they were off, Marianne opened the door, almost making me shriek in terror. I was standing in a pair of sheer underpants, nothing else. Two women looked at me and smirked. I hurriedly put on the first dress. It didn’t meet Marianne’s standards for me, whatever they were. She held out her hand, waiting for me to remove it. I vowed to not let her get to me. I took it off outside the fitting room my clothes were in and waited for her to hand the second to me.
Another woman sniffed at me as if I was some sort of slut or prostitute. I was beyond caring at this point. Did I blush? Of course I did. Did I resist what she demanded of me? No.
I put on the second dress. This one was better. When I took it off she hung it by the door. The third was handed to me. By now four or five woman were looking at the two of us. I tried on several more before Marianne made a decision. It was a deep blue, my favorite color and one that looked good with my complexion. I was slightly low cut so the tops of my breasts showed and full on the bottom. If I twirled around, it lifted. I thought it was very pretty. Marianne looked me up and down.
“There is just one thing wrong. You can see a panty line. I think we should do something about that.”
I closed my eyes, but I knew what she wanted. In front of any woman who could see in that fitting room, I lifted the dress up, hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my underpants and pulled them down. What was left of my bush was in sight for a few seconds and then I had them off and handed them to her. Marianne smiled at me.
“Good girl.”
When we left, several women glared at me. I definitely was a slut in their eyes. Marianne paid for the dress and had the tags clipped off at the sales counter. Then we left. I didn’t have a clue why she chose this style until we were on the sidewalk and a gust of wind blew down the street. My new dress floated up until my ass was bared to anyone behind us. I flattened it down and wanted to hold it there. Marianne smiled sweetly and shook her head no. My hands let go of that damned dress.
We walked along and it was a few minutes before another gust of wind blew the damn thing up again, this time front and back both. I could have died. I wanted the sidewalk to open up and swallow me. Marianne allowed me to tug the dress back down after each time it blew up but I could not hold it down against the wind. Each time a gust came up I had to let it lift as high as the wind would take it. Only after that could I pull it back down. I have no idea how many people saw my bare ass or pussy that day. I couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes. I was so red-faced it was unbelievable.
She took me to lunch and that was nice, being able to sit down out of the wind. But she had other neat little ideas for me. First she had pinch and roll my nipples until they were hard as pebbles and showing quite plainly through the dress. At least I was allowed to do it when the waiter was not at the table. But every time they started to go down, she made me pinch them back up again.
The lunch was good, even though my appetite wasn’t. I was mortified at what I was doing in public.
When we had finished eating and after lunch drink, she had the waiter come over. She paid the bill and motioned me out of our booth. I knew what was expected. I slid out not holding the dress and without looking I knew I rode up quite high. I was not sure if my pussy was exposed and I didn’t look to see but I was blushing deeply when I stood. The waiter was grinning. I suppose he saw my pussy.
We went back to the hotel, the gusting winds baring me and then me pulling the dress back down over and over. I was blushing continuously, Marianne didn’t really care. I think she thought it was cute. I was just mortified. And I was aroused. I could feel in my belly and in my nipples. I could feel twinges and tingling. It was good and so shaming that this would excite me so much.
As soon as we were in the room I knew what to expect.
“Strip.”
I took off my dress and my shoes. I was to be naked whenever and wherever she wanted and she always wanted me naked.
We spent the rest of the afternoon watching television and chatting. At least Marianne was chatting. My words were one or two at a time at best. She spoke about a party we were going to that night and that so many people she knew would be there. And she spoke about how much they would enjoy meeting me. I was nervous and suspicious. Nervous thinking what she would do yet today and suspicious of the party and her friends.
Finally she decided to get ready, leaving me alone with my thoughts and nakedness. I kept trying to think of a way to get out of this nightmare, but nothing came to my mind. At long last Marianne was through in the bathroom and went to take my shower. At least she didn’t watch me. When I got out and dried myself, Marianne was in the other room. I dried my hair and looked at myself. A naked woman with hardly any pubic hair. My lips were totally devoid of hair and an inch wide strip led up my belly above my crease. I was ashamed of how naked I was without hair.
Marianne came in and smiled at me. She began to work on my hair with a curling iron. She made ringlets all throughout my hair, which even I had to admit, was attractive on me. I heard a knock on our door and my stomach clenched. Marianne smiled and left me for the door.
“Just put them on the table.”
I closed my eyes. When I heard clatter from outside the door, I opened them. There was another room service waiter standing, dumbfounded, and staring at me. I was bright red, but I did my best to ignore him. It was hard. I had absolutely nothing on.
Marianne signed the bill and came into the bathroom. He was rooted to the floor where he stood. I was almost ready to start bawling. Marianne came behind me and turned me to face him, looking at my hair, not him. Then as if she had forgotten he was there, she tsked. I had not forgotten. I felt his eyes burning over my bare skin, drinking in every bit of it.
“You may go now.”
He shook his head and took another long look up and down my front, taking in my breasts and pussy. I was so humiliated. When he finally left I wanted to hit her, but I didn’t. It was my promise and I always tried to honor them. This was getting ridiculous. Before we left every man in the hotel was going to see me naked.
Marianne ignored my simmering temper and fussed with my hair a little more. Then she made up my face. She was very good. I looked pretty. My hair was different than I had ever had it before and she was good with color for my complexion. She shooed me into the bedroom to dress.
I looked at the bed. I was almost dumbfounded. There was a blouse, silk and not sheer, a skirt, knee length, a bra, not sheer, panties, not sheer and a garter belt and stockings. I couldn’t believe that I was to be allowed underwear. I was suspicious of the garter belt however. I got into the panties and bra first, then I had to figure out the garter belt. I did without much trouble. Then the stockings were on and attached and I slipped into the blouse and skirt. I walked out and Marianne handed me a matching set of heels. I still don’t know how she does it and the money she has spent on things for me! I slipped the shoes on and she had me twirl to show her. She smiled.
“You are lovely. You’ll be a hit tonight.”
I felt a sinking in my stomach, but tried to smile back. The room service waiter had delivered some drinks and she handed one to me. We sat and sipped in companionable silence. Marianne was content to let me think.
Finally she got up and got the coat I had worn in yesterday. She had a large purse. I had nothing; I had forgotten my purse at home. I had no money, no identification, nothing. Fitting for a slave, I thought. I was totally dependent on her.
She led me down where I received several admiring glances, which made me feel good. We caught a cab and were taken to a building on the north side of downtown. We got out and Marianne paid of course. Then she led me inside.
