In the first part of this, I told you how I had become, with pressure from friends, an exhibitionist. This will continue that story. At the end my roommate had told me that I had to be naked whenever I was in our room. And she also told me that I had to use dirty words for my breasts, bottom and vagina.
I had thought that I would tell her to piss off the first time and get dressed, but my friend from home came into our room and gave me a look. I knew better than to try to put anything on, since the two of them could easily strip me. So I spent the first night that my roommate had found out about me naked. She was nice enough to keep the door closed so no one else saw me. I was so embarrassed; my face was red all night. At bedtime I went to get a nightgown.
"What do you think you are doing?"
"I'm going to put on a nightgown."
"I said naked in the room and I meant it. No nightgown."
Tears began to run down my cheeks.
"Please Amy, let me wear a nightgown."
"No. Get into your bed."
Sniffling, I got into my bed naked and curled into a ball. I cried myself to sleep that night.
The next morning I was awakened by Amy pulling my blanket and sheet off me, making sure that I didn't get dressed in anything during the night. I blushed immediately. My dreams that entire night had been of me being naked in public places. If that was not bad enough, I had done it in front of people. Even if it was only dreams, it was humiliating. She made me get out of bed and study at my desk naked, grinning at me. My desk was in front of our window and I made sure that the blinds were closed before I sat down. She dressed and every now and then made like she was going to open the blinds. I would gasp and hunch down, but she never did open them that day. I finally was allowed to dress, but when I started to get panties and a bra out, Amy took them out of my hands, dropped them back in my drawer and closed it. She then handed me a skirt and tank top. I could only stare at her.
"Get dressed. You have a class."
"B-b-b-but, I need underwear."
"No you don't."
I was crying out loud now, but no matter how hard I bawled I wasn't going to get any underwear. I got into my tank top and skirt. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be until we walked out of our dorm. My nipples got hard immediately and were very noticeable and I could feel cool air on my bottom and pussy. I turned red immediately and with my free hand, I grabbed the hem of my skirt to be sure it stayed down. Amy just laughed at me. Every time that we met someone, I was sure that they knew I was naked under my skirt. Walking was not as bad as when we got to the cafeteria and after getting my breakfast I had to sit down. I was so careful when I sat to be sure my skirt was under me and that it didn't raise up my legs that I was sure I was really obvious. Blushing, I lowered my eyes to my food, but peeked up so I could see if anyone was looking. It seemed to me that everyone was staring at me. That made me blush even harder, until I was sure that my face was like a red beacon.
I could hardly eat and I felt very uncomfortable. Amy was grinning at me all the time. She could tell that I was not comfortable at all.
I felt the same way when we left for our first class. I had forgotten that we sat in the front row. Amy snickered as she watched me sit so carefully. She leaned over to me.
"Keep your knees apart. Not much, just enough so Dr. Nelson can see them open."
"Amy! I can't do that!"
"Yes you can and you will or I will pull them open. Now do as I say!"
Trembling, I opened my knees a little. I felt like there was a draft blowing up my skirt. In the front row, I really felt exposed to my instructor. I kept my eyes down, but from time to time I would peek up and at least twice I noticed him looking right at me. Each time I noticed I blushed and felt like I was burning up. It was the longest hour of my life. I felt as though Dr. Nelson was seeing my pussy all through the class. I was so happy when it was over and I could leave. Of course Amy was right behind me.
As we left the building she lifted the back of my skirt, baring my butt to anyone who was looking. I squeaked and jerked it back down as soon as I could and turned bright red. I didn't hear anyone and I didn't dare look back for fear of what I might see. Amy was giggling as she walked beside me.
"Feel a draft?"
I almost started crying again. I knew she was going to be mean to me. I knew that she was going to try to humiliate me any chance she got. She hurried me back to our dorm after she had lifted my skirt up. As soon as we were in our room, she held out her hand. I begged her, but she ignored my words. I finally stripped off my top and skirt and stood naked but for my shoes in front of her. I felt humiliated but excited. I had no control because if I didn't mind, I would get stripped anyway. I was so much smaller than her and my girlfriend from home that I would not stand a chance if I tried to fight back. I would beg, but in the end I would do what I was told.
I spent that day and the following ones without underwear when I was out of my room and naked inside it. Other than that I was pretty much left alone. I was continually nervous in our room because I was afraid she would invite people in to see me. Amy did leave to visit other girls, but she didn't have anyone come to our room.
Saturday morning she left me in our room. I seriously considered putting on some clothes but I wondered what would happen to me if I got caught and thought better of getting dressed. After about two hours she came back, giggling at seeing me naked still. She had a bag with her.
"Sabine, you are sort of hairy aren't you?"
I turned beet red. I had seen other girls with trimmed pubic hair, but I had never even thought of doing something like that.
"It's just the way I am, Amy."
"Well, maybe today we should do something about that."
I started trembling; wondering what she would do to me. She brought the bag over to me and reached into it. She took out a mask and put it over my face.
"That should work, don't you think?"
"Work for what, Amy?"
"You'll see later, Sabine."
My stomach clenched. Now I was scared to death. I stood up and looked in our mirror. With the mask on you couldn't tell that it was I. I was a naked body with a mask on the face. My nipples, as always, were as hard as they could be. As I stood there looking at myself I could feel that tingle of excitement inside my stomach. I spent that entire day wondering why the mask and with a feeling of dread. That was mostly because of Amy saying that I was hairy and that something should be done about that.
Finally, after dinner, Rebecca, my friend from home came to my room. She brought in a cut down sheet with a hole in it and came over to me. Telling me to stand, she pulled it over my head. It covered me to the knees. I was beginning to tremble. Amy took my hand and led me out of our room with Rebecca trailing us.
"Wh-wh-where are you taking me?"
Neither one said anything. They just dragged me along with them. My feet were dragging and I was looking around nervously. I was scared that someone who knew me would see me and wonder what I was doing. They led me to Rebecca's car and pushed me in the back seat. I was getting more and more scared. Rebecca drove off, heading towards the downtown area. I was so scared I almost peed. Finally she stopped on a side street and I was handed the mask. Almost gratefully I took it and put it on. Now, unless someone recognized Rebecca or Amy, I would be pretty safe.
As they had me get out of the car, I was blindfolded over my mask. Now I began to breathe hard. I was dressed in a sheet, downtown and I couldn't see. They led me through a door. I slid my feet across the floor until they stopped and made me sit on a funny chair. Not being able to see, I hadn't a clue where I was or what I was sitting on. It was a big chair with sort of a footrest in front. I was almost hyperventilating I was so afraid. All I could do was think of what they could do to me and every thing I thought of made me tremble.
I sat for what seemed to be forever. Then I heard footsteps coming toward me. My body was shaking uncontrollably. The chair I was in tilted back, making me gasp. My feet were lifted up and the sheet was lifted so high I was naked from the neck down. My breath was coming in gasps and tears were running down my cheeks. I felt hands at the blindfold and then it came off. I was having trouble breathing and I looked down at my body, my naked body. I shivered and looked up. A gasp burst out of my mouth as I saw five guys standing in front of me, grinning. I was in a barbershop with a bunch of guys from school and I was naked.
"Oh my god."
The words just burst out of my mouth. My knees clamped together and my hands went to my boobs. Amy snapped at me.
"Move your hands and open your legs!"
I began to bawl, but I moved my hands. My legs were another story. I was not going to open them in front of guys. Amy again told me to open my legs and I couldn't speak because I was bawling, but I shook my head no. She then motioned to two of the guys and I began to babble between sobs. It did no good. The guys moved to either side of me and Amy told them to open me up. As hard as I was squeezing my knees together, it made no difference. My legs were slowly pulled apart. I closed my eyes as they spread and the guys were laughing at me. I could picture exactly what I looked like and what they were seeing. My boobs and pussy was what they were seeing.
One of the guys stepped up between my legs and I couldn't help myself. I really thought I was going to be raped.
"Oh god no, no, no, no!"
Then I saw Amy handing him a can a shaving cream, scissors and a razor. As my body trembled, he set the shaving cream and razor on my quivering stomach and grasped a tuft of my pubic hair and snipped it off. A loud sob escaped from my mouth. I closed my eyes but I could hear the snipping of the scissors and the tugs on my pubic hair. After a bit my sobs became quieter, but I still couldn't stop crying. I was so embarrassed. I couldn't look at what was being done to me. The snipping finally stopped and I heard the hiss of the shaving cream can and then his hand on me, rubbing it on. I gasped and tried to move away, but I was held too tightly.
Then I felt the scraping of the razor on my pussy and I began to bawl once more. I was shaking with embarrassment and fear of being cut. His fingers moved my lips about as he shaved me. My legs were lifted up and I was shaved further down towards my bottom, which humiliated me even more. I knew that my anus was exposed also which was so humiliating.