The Exhibitionist Pet Pt 04

This story contains unrealistic events that orbits towards extreme exhibitionism, humiliation and masochism. If you dislike any of those themes I advise you to look for something else.

Thanks to Demiurging for reviewing this chapter. It really improved the text since I'm not a native english speaker. I also send a special thanks to everyone who made suggestions in my e-mail, even the suggestions I didn't use. I ended up not using any of them entirely, but adapted some elements of a few of them.

All characters are fictional, as are all names (which have been chosen randomly on a website for this type of things).

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The intercom rang and my heart skipped a beat. I was expecting it, since I asked Amanda for help, but I tried to prepare myself every time I heard a car passing in the street. Those rings weren't following any car engine. As I looked outside I had no doubt, it was exactly who I was waiting for. I would recognize Amanda's friend anywhere.

"Fuck." I thought to myself. It was the same girl who opened the gate of Amanda's home to let me in. It wasn't for free though, she only did it in exchange for a very compromising video where I basically allowed them to share the records of my actions (and also confessed all the things I had done up to that moment). Let's say that from the experience I had with her I knew she would be able to press the right buttons to flip my switch and release that dark uncontrollable Laura I was fearing so much.

That morning, when I woke up, I thought everything I did the day before was a dream. I swear, I woke up in panic, convinced myself that it could never happen and then realized that "I drink dog's cum" was still on my lower chest. Yeah, sometimes probabilities are wrong.

With that everything I did started to sink in, making my denial impossible. I had allowed Lianna to tattoo me naked in front of a crowd, I had been blowbanged by the same crowd, I had been recorded doing both the things, my neighbor have seen me coming back naked and cum covered and worst of all, I had committed myself to a new dare to bring my parents into the mess I had turned my life into.

I was definitely my worst enemy. I didn't need to do any of that. All of it, at least of the nastiest things, were just consequences of my own actions. I choose to try to fuck Lianna's husband for having my ego hurt by the pizza indifference and it started the chain of events that was probably going to make my naked body go viral in my city... well, in my city if I was optimistic, in my country if I was realistic.

I wanted to curl into a ball to cry and die, but even realizing the enormity of what I did my pussy betrayed me and made me horny just by picturing what I did in my mind. Oh, my wet pussy was also my enemy. It demanded attention and I couldn't even mourn my intimacy properly to feel slightly less messed up.

My pussy almost made me eager for the dare of the day, the dare of talking to one of my parents while nude in public. I had to do it on that day, risking to show my family what I've become in only one year of living alone.

It was Friday, so I could go to a secluded place in a public park I knew. I once went to that place because a date lived nearby and we wanted to smoke weed somewhere safe, since he couldn't in his apartment. It was an isolated trail in which no more than some joggers would walk through (or some couples wanting to fuck in public during the night).

Well, it was early morning yet so I could still find help among my friends, or at least that was what I thought. I contacted my biggest friends, the ones I really could trust, and most of them didn't even answer.

The ones that answered said they couldn't help me, but it was probably because I couldn't tell what the help would be. Instead of saying they would record me naked talking to my dad I just tried to be generic saying that I needed their help in an urgent matter. Well, urgent matters weren't urgent enough.

I tried to go down in the friendship hierarchy then. The friends I didn't trust much, the barely friends... Most of them followed the same pattern of not answering my calls, but those who answered were in class, some even telling me that I should also attend the class since there would be some important matter.

Well, it was cute that they cared about my academic life, but the matter wasn't important enough. It was Friday, and I attended my class II would have to do the dare on Saturday, the day when families would go have picnics. Can you imagine that american dream christian family (a father, a mother and two kids) making a picnic and suddenly seeing me walking through them with the nastiest stuffs written all over me? The kids would ask "dad, what is dog's cum and why does she drink it?" I could imagine and it made me hornier, but I hated myself for it.

Anyway, I even tried to contact my neighbor, the one who saw me the day before, but he had already left to work. Apparently everyone was having a productive life... everyone but me, who was trying to find someone to help me by recording my public indecency, and almost incestuous, act. I was basically looking for someone to produce proof of my lewd act in order to give it to Amanda, so she could induce me to do even nastier things...

Well, that isn't fair. She wouldn't induce me to do nastier things, she would give me the start I needed to do it myself. To release the devil I had in the darkest corners of my mind (or maybe cunt), a devil that wouldn't stop until he ruined me in every possible way. It was almost the same thing, like giving an alcoholic a beer can to see him drowning in vodka right after it. The only difference was that my addiction was much more socially condemned.

After all my options failed, since no one wanted to do favors seven in the morning during a Friday, I recurred to the person who I knew would help me somehow (with a high price).

"Sorry, ma'am. I can't find help for the dare. Can I do it myself?" I typed and sent it to her in the message app. The answer took a few minutes.

"Damn, pet. What would you do without me? You should get better friends. Next time you suck so many dicks in the street, try to keep the contact of some of them. I'll see what I can do." She answered.

I got a bit relieved but then I received another message.

"Sorry, you are on your own. Try to announce it on your facelook."

Fuck, she knew I couldn't do that. In fact I'm not sure if she knew it or not since I had broken any boundaries I had in the previous weeks, but I insisted.

"Please, ma'am. I need help."

"Fine, slut, I will try." She answered vaguely.

I still tried to look for help after that, but couldn't. A message from Amanda rang about twenty minutes later.

"I got someone. Stay ready at 10pm. I promised that you would be obedient to convince the person."

She didn't even hint at the gender of whoever would be my chaperone, an obvious choice to keep me in the dark, but that was the best I would get so I decided to move on and try to remove Lianna's writings from my body.

What I realized was that Lianna wasn't lying when she said that it would be hard to wash off. One hour and a half in the shower and I was only able to make the writings on my face faint enough to not be easily seen, and that's all. Part of me was even a bit sad about having this partial success, but this part could console itself with the fact that nastier writings were all over my body, in parts that would be in display.

It was weird, you know. I wanted to keep any modesty I could. Alright, I know the right expression should be "not degrade myself even more" at this point, but it's almost the same thing. I needed to keep myself rational, not that turmoil of sluttiness I was frequently becoming.

My parents couldn't know about what I did, and I was still in denial that they would eventually find out. If they were reclusive farmers without internet living in a small town forgotten by the world I would have a chance to keep it a secret from them, but I wasn't thinking of it at the time. I was holding on any chance of keeping their image of me as their perfect daughter and source of pride.

Yes, I wasn't acting to be any of those things, but I was hoping for a miracle... asking the universe to be kind to me and, despite my actions, let me avoid being a disappointment to them at least for a bit more time. I know the universe isn't kind to who repeat the same mistakes, especially if the person is acting worse every time... but I just couldn't help myself.

Nothing in the dare specified that I should look good. From what I know if I was looking destroyed Amanda would appreciate it even more, but one of my last prides was my appearance so I've put on my makeup before my mysterious chaperone would arrive. As I was doing it and drying my hair I couldn't stop myself, at least that dark side you all know about by now, from speculating how I would be when I returned home.

Maybe I could be back without huge consequences, but last time I came back with cum all over my face, a trail of it running from my mouth to between my tits, my belly and reaching my wet pussy. God, I was a mess. I definitely couldn't allow myself to do the same while talking to my dad.

Oh yeah, I was thinking about what I should do. My mother is almost a living lie detector and my father is the ingenuous type, bordering silliness. I just had to hope that my father would answer my call.

After everything was done I chose an outfit matching what the dare specified. My crop tops were too long, so I had to make some cuts on them. For the bottom I choose shorts. I guess it would be better to keep my fire under control, although I knew that it had its risks too. I even thought about pants, but decided that if I did it the chaperone would be even more inclined to make me use something else.

And that (plus a breakfast that you won't be interested in since this is not a site for gastronomic stories) were all I did before finally knowing who my chaperone was.

I was hoping for a man. Not by the reasons you thought, but because a man would be more predictable. He would make me do the dare and then I would suck him, fuck him or something on that line. Being a woman, things would be more dangerous. She could be bisexual or lesbian and want to use me sexually. I'm straight but would rather pass through that than something that would make my dad realize what I've become. The problem was that if she wasn't she would be doing that by other reason, and knowing Amanda and the sadistic psychological games that women usually played against her enemies.

It's not every girl that wanted to ruin the others, but that one definitely would appreciate that. As I went to my front yard to meet her she greeted me talking like a kindergarten teacher, making even a forced childish voice.

"Look at you, all dressed up..." She looked at my belly and the bottom of my tits exposed "well, kind of dressed up... But still is a progress from what you did yesterday."

I felt a sting of shame when she said that, but managed to say "thanks ma'am."

"You can call me Emily... but let's talk about business, or whatever name you use for those things you do." She said smiling, and as I opened my gate she entered my house saying "but first let's a proper outfit for you."

I thought about saying that I would rather be as I was. I swear I did, but kept myself quiet and followed her, leaving my front gate hanging open behind.

She looked at my house and commented about the decoration.

"You have a nice home. I was expecting something that fit you more, with dildos showing in the living room, cum stains all over the place and some used condoms everywhere."

Every time she opened her mouth was to say something demeaning. I felt like a child getting scolded by my actions, but as if she was trying to not be aggressive. The effect is that I felt even dumber and sluttier than I was before.

As she entered my bedroom she also commented about how clean it was. Basically faking surprise and insulting me with compliments by exceeding her hygiene expectations, but she did it for only one second. What she wanted was to check my clothes.

If everything was tidy when she entered, she changed it right away, grabbing my clothes and throwing them all over the place until she found a black fit skirt.

"This is almost good enough" she said, but looked at the scissor I had left behind when I cut my crop top to match the requirements of the dare. "dress up." she ordered, throwing the skirt to me.

I did it, and the skirt was around mid thigh, but it was very tight. That skirt was one I had since beginning high school. It even had some stains on it.

Emily grabbed the scissor in her hand and I knew what was about to happen. I always donated my old clothes but that one had sentimental value. It was the skirt my mother bought me when I was trying a summer job as a teenager. "I'm so proud of you." She said to me at that time.

She wouldn't be now. Emily was cutting the skirt and I didn't even object. The back bottom hem was around the middle of my ass now, and in the front it barely reached my pussy, in fact part of my lips were even below the hem level, but it would be hidden from people standing next to me (at least if the skirt were completely stretched).

I would be dressed, but I couldn't trust any of the pieces of clothing I had. I could feel all my sluttiness trying to break the fragile chains of my rationality. I even fucking smiled seeing how close to effective nakedness I was.

"Oh, you look so happy with your new clothing. I can even forgive you for not thanking me like a good girl would do." Emily said.

I hated how condescendingly she treated me, but holy fuck, it was sooooooooooo good to be treated like a really stupid childish bimbo. My pussy was gushing and I had to use every ounce of self-control to don't let the chain of events in which I would just lose my composure happen.

"Thanks, ma'am, I mean, thanks Emily. I loved the new skirt."

Emily smiled deviously. "See, you aren't too stupid to learn gratitude. I left my classes to help you and seeing you appreciating it makes it all worth it, but you don't have to lie to me, you know. I know you thought it is still too long." She said, getting on her knees again and removing a bit more fabric from all the sides.

As I looked at the result in the mirror I noticed I could basically see the lower part of my pussy. It wasn't showing much of it, I could only discern it because the skirt was black and my skin was pale white... but what else I would show while I walked?

"Thank you, Emily. It's even better now." I said hoping it would make her stop, but also a bit pleased.

At this moment I was cheering for her and my slutty side. I had to avoid the worse, but it would be so fun to be defeated. Fuck, I couldn't let it happen. I had to keep my focus...

Emily looked at my money on my computer table. Fifty bucks and took it. She wasn't even ashamed of robbing me, or extorting. She just looked at me after pocketing the money and said "a fair payment for my jobs today. Oh, and bring some money too. We will need it."

I took a bit more money from where I kept it hidden. There wasn't much, but she took even more from it without any objection from me. I knew it wasn't fair or right, but I wasn't going to pick a fight when she could basically ruin me in any way she could.

I grabbed a purse to keep my phone, money and keys and we left to the street. I saw a car in front of my neighbor's home and guessed it was her car. As I looked at her she said "oh, poor thing, I'm a very eco-friendly person. We will use public transportation." I looked shocked and noticing my change of expression she said "oh, sorry... How can I say these in easy words? We will use the bus, that biiiig car with lots of people inside."

God, she was brutally condescending. It was so much worse than direct insults, so much more effective in destroying my self esteem. I was feeling dumber every time she spoke.

"I can pay for a cab if you want." I proposed, but she just smiled and said "sorry, babe. We must take care of our planet."

I accepted the defeat and we walked to the nearest bus stop.. for a few meters. She was properly dressed with her bag on her back. I was looking like a hooker, maybe even more obscenely. From what I could tell, my pussy could be exposed and my ass definitely was. Even worse, and I know it was easy to forget, but I had some writings all over me and none of them were covered.

Let's remember all of them. In my pelvic region there was "I love the taste of cock", in my left thigh "ready for a face fuck", in my right one "Slap my cunt", right below my tits "I drink dog's cum", my back had "Fuck me like you hate me" on the upper portion, "I love bestiality" in the lower portion and a "piss in my mouth" on my left butt cheek. My right butt cheek tattoo was the "cocksucker slut" with a penis inside a red heart, my upper arm had a tattoo saying "I ♡ Eating Ass" and my middle chest tattoo was "Cum Addicted Whore" in big letters with smaller ones below saying "please, degrade me" (although this last one was covered by the crop top, that didn't had a cleavage.

I imagined if people on street really believed those things, specially the bestiality and dog's cum part. By the way, there were people on the streets. It was almost 10:30 am, the sunlight was bright and the day was beautiful, so anyone who wasn't working had a good reason to be outside, and a few were.

Oh, and since there were people around Emily approached me and said "look, I know you are all ok with being who you are and I think is great that you want to keep being yourself, even if being yourself means... being like this." She gestured to indicate she was talking about my lack of clothing r body writings and tattoos. "But some of us still have a reputation... a good one, so It will be better if we keep some distance from now on. Alright? But don't worry. I have your number so I will message you if I want to say anything. We still can have some fun."

And with that she took distance from my compromising company. I could understand her point of view, it was probably best for her to not be seen with me. People in the street were gawking over how exposed I was. I couldn't help but wonder what would be their reaction if they saw me in front of the tattoo shop.

When we reached the bus stop there were four other people there. It wasn't much, since it was a residential area, but as I appeared I could see that I turned the talk between two guys into a silent contemplation of my body. The other people around were a woman in her forties, Emily and a girl about my age.

My phone rang, breaking the awkward silence.

"stick 2 fingers in ur pussy, then look at them and suck it." The message from an unknown number said. It was obviously Emily.

I started writing an answer, since I still had some self control. Before I could send it I received another one.

"I think my last message hasn't reached u. Stick 2 fingers in ur pussy, look at them, say you are very horny and suck it. If u don't i'll have to cancel all this since aren't reaching u :("

Fuck. She couldn't leave me. I couldn't do all this Saturday, there would be many more people everywhere. I also couldn't make Amanda look bad, I thought, and then got kind of surprised by worrying about her reputation when she obviously didn't cared about mine.

My hand went below my skirt and two fingers went inside my pussy. I was drooling down there, and so sensitive that I even moaned to my own touch. Taking those fingers out also was a challenge to my self control, but I did it. The next part went almost automatically. I moved it to my eyeline, seeing my wetness shining in that bright day and said "oh god, I'm so fucking horny", sucking it right after.