It was the next day, after the embarrassing but oh so rewarding paces that Jennifer had put me through.
As much as I really didn't want to go where she wanted me, deep inside I really did want it. All those years ago when Melanie had me in her thrall seemed so much fun and exciting viewed from my perspective of 16 years later. And Jennifer was a woman, so it wasn't like I was doing something in front of men. But Jennifer had "made" me do things in front of two men last night.
I had sat in front of her hairdresser, wearing just an overcoat, opened wide, the entire front of my body exposed, while he trimmed and shaved my pubic hair and then later I stood naked, completely naked, in front of a pizza guy. And I didn't complain very much about either thing. And I got turned on by both of them.
It was even a turn on to hear Jennifer refer to my vagina as a cunt. A totally disgusting word for a woman.
And now, actually from yesterday to be truthful, I couldn't wear underwear or pantyhose. I could, but she had told me that I wasn't to wear any. And the following of her orders, well that was a turn on for me also.
I hadn't realized for those 16 years how much I missed doing what someone else told me, no matter how embarrassing, shaming or degrading those things were.
So that was how I arrived at work, at the legal firm's offices, as Jennifer's assistant, without bra or panties, wearing thigh high stockings and a business suit. I had made sure to wear an opaque blouse. It didn't make a large difference because my big nipples were hard as stone and tenting out the blouse's fabric. If I removed my suit jacket it would look like I had pencil erasers fastened to my breasts. At least my business skirts were of a sensible length so there wasn't much danger of anyone finding out that I had no panties on.
I busied myself with the early morning duties of an assistant until Jennifer buzzed me and asked me to come into her office.
I walked in, already feeling nervous, wondering what she would tell me to do. I was trying to steel myself to refuse her orders. It wasn't right for her to expect me to humiliate myself, just because she wanted it.
I was going to sit, but....
"Just stand there please, Sabine."
She looked me up and down, a little smile on her lips.
"Did you follow my orders from yesterday, Sabine?"
"Um, what orders?"
"You know exactly what orders. I told you that you would no longer wear a bra or panties. Well?"
I felt my face heat up a bit. God I hated that I blushed so easily and that I did what she told me, but damn it, it was a turn on. Obeying her just made me feel good, damn it anyway.
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I followed your orders Jennifer."
"So that means that what I see is all you have on, right?"
She could see my suit jacket, blouse, skirt and stockings, so yes, she was right.
"Yes Jennifer."
"Prove it."
She now had a smirk on her face, and I was sure mine was red.
I unbuttoned my suit jacket and then my blouse, fingers shaking. Then I pulled both open, showing her my bare breasts, no bra in sight. God my face was burning, but deep inside I was tingling in arousal. My nipples were like bullets!
"Keep going please."
I took a breath and reached down to the hem of my skirt, grasped it and slowly pulled it up. Pulled it up until my shaved vaginal lips and the strip of hair was showing. My face got hotter, if that was possible, I didn't think it was, but it did.
"Take off the jacket and roll the skirt up, please."
So I did that, folding my suit jacket and setting it down carefully on one of her guest chairs, then lowering my skirt and slowly rolling it until it was perhaps a 3 inch wide strip of fabric. My blouse was still open and my nipples were throbbing. My breasts and pussy were on display to my boss, just because she wanted them to be.
"Turn and face away from me please."
I did as she told me.
"You have a decent ass on you Sabine, a little cellulite but not much, a good crack and fairly nice shape to it. It doesn't sag too much either. Turn back."
It was humiliating to have my body talked about in such a way by her, but also arousing. But mostly because I was for all intents and purposes naked in her office again. At least the woman parts that men wanted to see were showing.
Jennifer just looked at my breasts, pussy and had me turn to see my bare ass again, a tiny amused smile on her face. Inside I felt like a dumb cow, standing with everything showing, just because Jennifer had told me to do it. And God, did my nipples and pussy tingle because of it!
"So, how does it feel standing like that, Sabine?"
"Nasty, dirty..."
"But do you like it?"
"Yes, yes I do."
"Well, we won't be doing this very much, here, Sabine. Not that I think anyone is going to barge in here, in my private office, but why take unnecessary chances. I just like the power that I have over you, Sabine. I like knowing that you are going to do whatever I tell you. Do you like that?"
"Ah, yes, I think I do, Jennifer."
"Do you get aroused, Sabine, hot and bothered?"
"Yes, I do."
"If I had a man here, would you do what I told you with him?"
"Ah, what you told me..."
"All right, I am guessing that you wouldn't like it if I had a man here and told you to suck or fuck, right?" "No, I don't think that I would like that, Jennifer,"
"But If I told you to strip naked in front of a man, you'd do it, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, as long as there was no sex involved."
"What are you enjoying the most right now, Sabine?"
"Several things, actually. Showing myself while you are dressed, being told what to do, no underwear at work, you telling me that you might make me get naked in front of a man, thinking about what else you might do to me, Jennifer."
So is it the doing or being told that does the most for you, Sabine?"
"I, uh, I think it is both, actually."
