Before I arrived at Jay's house to live out my ultimate fantasy, there was no way I could have foreseen the need for an enema. But, once Jay told me fingers were going to be pushing into my bottom and I'd be having anal sex, I reluctantly agreed. The cleansing enema was, after all, better than the alternative of having an extremely humiliating experience in front of his guests and I'd surely be more comfortable having anal sex if I was completely emptied out and clean back there.
But, thankfully, Jay's instructions from several days ago included some diet changes, which I didn't understand the need for at that time, but were now quite appreciated. His email was clear, saying I should follow the diet on all of Wednesday and Thursday, and then again on Friday morning. There were numerous things listed in the diet I could take my pick from, and at the time, I didn't realize they were all foods which could be digested easily and go straight through my system quickly.
So, as Jay spread out the thick, fluffy towel on top of the bed, I began to get undressed like he told me to. He turned to watch me take my clothes off as I started to unbutton the sun dress. He'd seen me twice with out clothes from the waist down, but this would be the first time to see me completely naked. And as I continued down the front of my dress unbuttoning the buttons, my hands began to shake and a feeling of distress overtook me. I didn't relish the thought of him seeing my bare chest. I'd told him before how embarrassed I was about my tiny boobs, and I had to use all my courage to keep unbuttoning my dress knowing he was about to see them for himself.
"Look at me while you undress yourself." Jay said softly. "Perhaps it's time you experience the full impact of voluntarily undressing yourself while someone watches you. And, while you do it, I want you to say to yourself over and over again, 'I want him to see me completely naked'".
Jay knew just how to get to me. He obviously knew I'd undress for him. And he probably knew there was a part of me that would emotionally resist - that modest and good girl part of me – the part that knew it wasn't right for a nice girl to undress and expose herself in front of a man. He must have read my emails over and over again until he realized how easily I could be transformed into a full blown exhibitionist and how exposing my naked body would lead me to a point where I'd have to shamelessly admit to myself how much I enjoyed it.
When my dress was unbuttoned all the way down, I held it together and tried to ignore the dreadful heat and blush that swarmed over my neck and chest. This was going to be agonizing – so unbearable and so embarrassing. My eyes almost teared with the knowledge he would see my tiny chest when I opened my dress. He told me not to wear a bra so I had nothing on underneath my dress except my panties – and I knew his attention would immediately be drawn to my barely A-cup breasts.
Somewhere, I found the guts, and after cursing Mother Nature for not endowing me with a better set of boobs, I looked Jay straight in the eyes and shrugged the lightweight sundress off my shoulders and laid it on the bed beside me. My hands instinctively rose up to cover my boobs, and even though I never looked away from his eyes, I felt incredibly exposed – much more than when he saw my pussy.
"Hands to your side and stand still for a moment, Sally." He said softly as he took a step toward me. "I want to look at your breasts."
I'm not sure how long I stood there while he looked at me, but, it was probably the most unbearable few minutes of my life. A full grown woman should have more on her chest than little ping pong ball size brestlings. With clothes on, I can hide them. With a padded bra, they can even appear to be a B-cup. But, there was no way to hide them now, and as I stood there allowing him to look, I began to understand what he meant about feeling the full impact of removing my clothes in front of someone.
"Baring your breasts is difficult for you, isn't it?" Jay asked.
I nodded my head, and gave him a pleading look hoping he'd have some mercy on me and not say anything about my breast size.
"Showing off your panties and even your hairless pussy was a piece of cake compared to this, I bet." He said, taking another few steps closer and bending down to where his face was just a few inches from my hardening nipples.
"It's a shame you feel that way." Jay said, lifting his head to look up into my eyes. "They're beautiful, my dear. They look quite suckable."
"Now the panties." Jay said after another few seconds. "Just lower them to your knees at first, please."
I took a deep breath and pushed my panties to my knees and looked up at him. I could see his eyes moving up and down my body – between my juvenile looking hairless pussy and the small bumps on my chest. It was excruciatingly agonizing to stand there while he looked at me, and each second seemed like a minute and the more he looked, the more self conscious I felt. He finally reached out with both his hands and touched my pink nipples very lightly with just the very tip of his fingers.
"I want you to remember how you feel right now, Sally." He said. "Standing there with your panties pulled down, and I want you to remember this – the way you feel at this exact instant."
Then he continued, saying, "It's not like I walked in on you and accidentally caught you naked, you know. You're standing there with your panties pulled down for the sole reason of letting me see your sex. You're inviting me to see you. You're begging me to look at you when you stand there and pull your panties half way down like that, Sally."
"Being an exhibitionist can be arousing and sexually exciting," Jay added, "and, you'd normally have to be very careful about who you expose yourself to, but tonight is different. Tonight, you will give and receive pleasure by being naked and exposed. So, learn from it; learn what turns you on and how far you're willing to go. Use tonight as a way to explore your limits. Accept the fact that you're going to be totally exposed and put on display, and remember the feelings you experience tonight. Remember the feelings you get exposing your body and submitting to the wishes of others."
With that, he reached down and ran his fingers up and down between my pussy lips two or three times and then raised his fingers in front of my face. "See," he said, "if you got any wetter, you'd be dripping your girl juice on my carpet. So, you need to come to grips with yourself – with what you're doing right now, and you need to remember this feeling so you'll know what to do in the future to feel this way again."
Then, Jay touched his wet digits to my lips and traced his finger around my mouth. "You're not a stranger to your own taste, are you?" Jay asked. "Tell me you've sucked your cunt juice from your fingers before, Sally. I want to hear you say it."
"Please no!" I moaned to myself. But as I squirmed in front of him, he gently pushed his fingers into my mouth and said, "Suck."
