That night I was feeling sorry for myself. Marianne had humiliated me again by having Joe shave me and then she allowed him to do it to me. She even held my arms as he stuck his thing inside me. She watched him, watched him as he screwed me, even though it didn't take long for him to come. He obviously didn't care that she had watched. She obviously didn't care that he had screwed me.
I was feeling down. I sat and thought. There wasn't much that she hadn't already done to me. So many people had seen me naked. I had things shoved up me in front of others. One person had seen me peeing. A man I didn't like had screwed me. All for what? Only to keep my parents from seeing pictures of me naked with sperm splattered over me.
Were all those humiliations worth it? I wasn't sure any more. I thought about how I felt during each. Yes, I was humiliated, but each time I was excited. At first it was the humiliation, but as each new experience came, I had found that each one was sexually exciting me. My nipples always hardened. My pussy always got wet.
Perhaps I was enjoying this more than I thought. Marianne seemed to like shaming me, humiliating me. Perhaps if I began to accept what she did to me she would find it less attractive and eventually would leave me alone. That is the way my mind worked that night. I resolved to do my best to not let her get to me.
The next few days at work were pretty normal, other than having to show her my pussy so she could be sure I was following the no panty rule. And to keep any further humiliation to a minimum, I was religiously shaving myself each day. I didn't want her to have an excuse to have some one do it for me.
Then came Friday. The day of her dinner party.
Marianne reminded me of it early in the day, just to keep my mind aware of it and to make me nervous. Even with my newfound resolution to not let her get to me it was hard. I kept imagining all sorts of things that she could do that night, all of which would make me blush, stammer, stutter and feel humiliated. At about 4 o'clock she came to my desk.
"You can go home and get ready for tonight, Sabine."
She did not say anything else, just looked at me, smiled and left me. I took a deep breath and got up, closed my desk and computer and left for home. All the way I thought about what she had already told me. Just wear the coat, I will have clothes for you to wear. I could just imagine what the clothes would be like.
Even so I went home, showered and shaved, blushing as I did. I fixed my hair as nicely as I could and put on very understated make up. I wanted to look fresh and as innocent as I could. It wasn't until I put on heels and walked to the closet naked but for them that I felt nervous. I shivered as I took the coat and slipped into it. I buttoned it and took my purse. I walked to my car and drove to her house, following the directions she had given me.
Marianne met me at her door. I stepped inside and with a deep shuddering breath, removed my coat and handed it to her. She smirked at me, looked up and down my naked body and then hung my coat in her front closet. I stood there naked in heels and waited for her to tell me what to do.
"Come on Sabine, I need you to do some things in the kitchen."
I meekly followed her, afraid to ask about the clothes she had mentioned. We walked into the kitchen and she had me start washing lettuce and vegetables. I stood naked as she walked out to get ready. I kept washing the stuff, still wondering about my clothes.
After about twenty minutes, the doorbell rang and I just froze. Suddenly I was really afraid. I scurried to the bottom of the stairs.
"Marianne, Marianne, the doorbell rang!"
"Go ahead and answer it."
I gasped and looked down at myself. I didn't know if I was ready for this but I was here and still not wanting my family to find out about me. With slow, halting steps I walked to the front door.
"Y-y-yes?"
"It's the caterers. Where do you want us?"
My stomach clenching I scurried back to the stairs.
"Marianne, it's the caterers."
"Around the side to the kitchen door. Let them in to get set up."
I returned to the front door and directed them to pull to the side by the kitchen door. Still nervous I walked slowly to the kitchen door, not wanting to be there. I did not want to be there at all. When they knocked at the door, I whimpered softly and pulled it open, hiding behind it. Anything to delay being seen. I watched a man and two women carry in things and set them on the counters. Still hiding, they smiled at me and hurried out to get the rest of the food they had prepared. I held the door open for them, weakly smiling back. They hurried back inside with the rest of the food. I still held the door open, only my head peering around it. They looked at me curiously, but got to work, setting things out and opening packages. Everything was fine until Marianne appeared in the kitchen doorway.
"Jesus, shut the door, Sabine!"
I gulped and slowly closed the door. I stood, bare assed naked but for heels. I was ignored for a few seconds as the caterers busied themselves with the things they had brought. My obscurity was soon no more.
"Jesus!"
"Holy shit!"
"Oh my god!"
I stood, blushing as first one saw me, blurted out a word and the other two turned. I was so fucking embarrassed! All three of them stood staring at me, at all of me. I wanted the floor to swallow me up. I wanted to die. I wanted to kill Marianne. Three pairs of eyes traveled over my entire body, making me blush even harder.
"Don't just stand there like a boob, give them a hand!"
I haltingly walked up, surprised that I could still talk above a squeak.
"May I help you?"
One of the women burst out laughing, which didn't help me much at all. The guy just looked at me, stunned. The other woman smacked my ass, making me squeal and then burst out laughing too. I was so humiliated! In a few moments though, they had me opening packages for them as they bustled around the kitchen, each woman taking any chance to brush against my tits or ass. I was so embarrassed. Even with my embarrassment, my nipples were like little stones once more, hard and erect. Of course everyone noticed.
"Does she like being naked?"
