Becoming a Four S

Previously, Judy's geeky boyfriend had to go to Australia for three months. Judy was rather shy and embarrassed by her large breasts. She gave him a phone and started texting him. Through texts, Judy got naked and very excited out of hours in her own offices. The story continues after she realised she needed to draw boundaries.

After taking the photos and massive orgasms, I somehow got myself home and collapsed. When I awoke the next morning, my brain was a fog and my body was tingling. I couldn't believe what I had done. I looked at where my full bush vagina had been and saw a very bare slit. I moved my hands down to confirm what I was seeing. That only increased the tingling across my body. I couldn't stop playing with my newly shaven toy. Actually, why not call it what it was now: a cunt! And boy was it fun to play with. I slowly moved my fingers around the bareness to enjoy the new sensations. In I plunged my fingers in and once again felt my clitoris getting excited. An orgasm soon filled my body. It wasn't nearly as earth shattering as the previous night. But it was a wonderful way to start the day.

Having a bare cunt meant that walking was a newly exhilarating experience. I could feel my knickers rubbing gently against my bare skin. By the time I got to work, I could feel my heart beating ever faster. Going into the office was stimulating as well. I became worried that I had left something out or someone would have seen me. Everyone looked normal but I was electrified. A few people even commented that I looked brighter than usual. It wasn't long before I had to go to the Ladies to provide some much needed self-relief. I had never had so many orgasms in a week! I was relieved this was a mild, low key affair with no additional liquids. I eventually was able to concentrate on my job. The day flew by.

We had arranged drinks after work. I usually hated these things. This night was different. My bare cunt kept up the tension in my body. This made me more talkative and animated. This meant my colleagues paid more attention to me, a very nice change of events.

As the weekend progressed, the novelty wore off. I guess my body became used to the sensations of not having pubic hair. The exhilaration ebbed and my heart returned to normal. The normal weekend chores and plans took over. On Sunday evening, I decided to playback the recording I made of me shaving to see if the feelings would return. My god, it was raunchy. I still couldn't believe I had done that. And there was no mistaking it was me and where I had done it. Watching it worked. I could feel some twitching down under. Needless to say, I was happy to encourage it. I took of my trousers and knickers. My bare cunt still felt good but I had to work a bit harder than before and the payoff was less grand. I guess that was to be expected, though very disappointing. I went to bed rather deflated and my thoughts concentrating on how to get that delirious excitement back.

I woke clear-headed and determined in the morning. Before setting off to work, I sent a text that I hoped would provide the excitement I was now longing for.

I did say No means No to a woman. But if the blood flowing Down Under inspires the imagination to put me in a place where I can never say No, then I guess I'd no longer be a woman who could say No again!

I went off to work with my heart beating once again. Unfortunately, there was no reply that day or the rest of the week. Then a package arrived for me at work at the end of Friday. My heart skipped several beats. I quickly opened it desperate to find out what it held for me.

There was an envelope on top of a more revealing blouse than I would have ever chosen. My heart speeded up as I opened the envelope.

Thank you for your enquiry about becoming a member of the Four S Team. To ensure your enquiry is serious, you are to wear this blouse, with no bra, for the remainder of the evening. We will need the occasional photograph to confirm you are wearing it. If you are successful, then you can complete the application form located in the second envelope once you are home. A key tenant of the Four S Team is to follow instructions correctly. Failure to do so may mean expulsion from the Four S Team or incur penalties.

Also, as you have contacted us and to demonstrate the implications of being on the Four S Team, any previous commitments we made regarding the use of photos wearing the Team clothing are now void. The photos will become our sole property to use as we see fit in advertising our Team clothing if you fail to follow these instructions. The imagination from Down Under is putting you in a place where you can't say No.

Now my heart was racing. I had asked for this but not like this!!!! Could I pluck up the courage to wear such a loose blouse that would accentuate my full bosom for all to see until I got home. It was what I was asked to do originally but then bottled out and hid myself. Today was warm and all I had was a suit jacket that would not provide much protection. However, Julian had backed me into a corner where I couldn't say No as I had given him incriminating photos of me.

I headed to the Ladies to remove my bra and blouse to put on the Four S Team clothing. I should have wondered what the "Ss" stood for but was too wrapped up in the moment. I put on the blouse. It wasn't see through but it was see a lot! The suit jacket gave me a bit of protection and courage. I smiled as I headed out to face the world. Part of me never wanted to be so exposed while another part was thrilled Julian was taking advantage of me and pushing my boundaries.

There were only a few people in the office when I returned. They weren't near my desk fortunately but I could see their heads turn. They didn't want to be rude and stare to figure out what changed. I was thrilled at the attention yet terrified at being found out. So I quickly gathered up my things and headed out. I had to meet a friend from another department, anyway. My new clothing would make that meeting more interesting than usual. Gladys usually wanted to talk about her relationship problems and how she hated being so flat chested.

I took a photo of myself outside the office as proof. I turned quite a few heads as I walked to the restaurant, both men and women. I was nervous as hell but the thrill just increased. By the time I got to the restaurant, I was flush with excitement and bravado. When I sat down, I took off my suit jacket. Gladys's just about fell out of her chair. I could feel myself swaying under the blouse and nipples getting hard. I heard very little of what Gladys was saying during the meal and offered no consolation. I was too wrapped up in the attention that I was commanding from those around us. I did make sure I took a few selfies, some with Gladys, to provide the necessary record for Julian.

I could tell when we parted that Gladys was not happy with me. I didn't care. All that was on my mind was to get home to fill out the application form. I was so hot that a gentle orgasm spread through my body from the looks I got going home.

I opened the second envelop as soon as I walked in the door. It wanted a huge amount of very personal information, including bank details, passwords, addresses and on and on. There were explanations about ensuring I kept up the standards of the Four S Team, followed instructions, understood penalties, was really serious and understood all the Terms & Conditions. I was far too excited to want to read it all and probably wouldn't understand it anyway. And knowing how geeky he could be, I figured Julian would have made it incomprehensible anyway. I signed it, dated it and scanned it in.

Two things caused me to pause. One was that I had to provide evidence that I met the criteria for at least one of the Ss. Well, I suspected one of the Ss stood for "slut," the word I used when he asked me to shave. As I had now done that and on film, I figured that's what he wanted from me. I thought about what the other Ss could be. Given what had been sent, I suspect they were Shear, Showy Sexy Slut. Well, I thought, as he probably saw me do the deed and I had nothing for the other Ss, I sent him the recording of me shaving in my boss's office. It was certainly slutty!

Then there was a warning at the very end. It recommended a 24 hour cooling off period. If the form was sent less than 24 hours after the date of the signature, then the Team would assume that I was "hot to trot." The application would be fast tracked and the break clauses would be voided. The applicate would be put in a place where they could never say NO. Well, I was certainly hot to trot, wanted to be fast tracked and had asked him to be put into a place I could not say NO. I was unaccountably excited by Julian's new found imagination. So without hesitation, I sent it all of less than 24 minutes after signing.

Well, I found fast track meant fast track! I was stunned to receive a reply almost immediately.

Thank you for your application to join the Sluty Slag Sexpot Slave Team. As you have indicated you are hot to trot by your very prompt submission, you are to go bottomless from now in your flat at all times until further notice. Once you have done that, you are to click on the link which will allow us to monitor you through your laptop camera. Then, to confirm that you are hot to trot, you are to use your dildo until you give us some memories.

I immediately and happily took off my dress, tights and knickers. My bare cunt was on full display. A frisson of anticipation when through me as I went to get my dildo and slip it in. Oh god it felt wonderful. I could barely stop myself from using it then and there.

I clicked on the link. Again, one of those tiresome warnings came up. It said things about recording all images, controlling the computer, etc. I just clicked AGREE ALL, plopped myself in front of the computer and started wailing away with the dildo. I wanted to prove how hot to trot I was!

I kept it outside of my slit and moved it up and down gently along my pussy lips. Then I slipped it inside me and pushed it in as far as it would go. I held it in with my hand to let it vibrate away inside me. It felt wonderful and triggered a soothing orgasm.

A message appeared on my screen.

We can see that you are truly hot to trot. We will sign off now. But remember, you are to remain bottomless until we tell you otherwise.

That was fine by me. I definitely needed a bit of time to recover. I pulled out the dildo and got myself ready for a lovely sleep.

The next morning, I woke up refreshed and a bit clearer headed. I spent a goodly time in the bath wondering what Julian had in store for me. I realised that I had given him quite a bit of very incriminating material with no real limits on how it could be used against me. I become more worried about this but also more excited. As I dried myself off, I felt the towel against my bare pussy. It did feel lovely. I found myself unable to stop until I had sent a little orgasmic shiver through my body. Well, maybe things wouldn't be too bad after all.

I got half dressed, as instructed, and busied myself with my usual Saturday morning chores. I checked my computer to see if there were any messages.

We see you have followed instructions. That's a very good start.

That brought be back to earth. I had forgotten I could now be observed all the time. I also noticed that he was using the plural. I began to wonder who "we" were.

We have sent you a list of things you are to buy over the weekend. We will instruct you each morning on what you are to wear that day based on what you will be doing that day. Enjoy your shopping experience.

I looked at the message for a bit. A few things worried me.

Who are "we"? I thought it was just you and I.

That was all explained in the documentation. "We" is the Slutty Slag Sexpot Slave Team consisting of myself, other members of the Team and anyone with imagination that I've met since I've been Down Under.

My heart skipped several beats until I realised that he was appalling at meeting people. He was a pretty typical geek. I was sure there was no one other than him. And we were close enough he wouldn't want to show off his girlfriend.

Oh, okay. Understood. And how are you going to know what I will be doing each day.

You've provided the Team full access to your home and work computers. All of your life is now on computer.

Well, that was certainly true, I thought has he typed.

So you're now in a place where you can't hide!

Even if I wanted to say NO?

I smiled inwardly at how I had backed myself solidly into a corner.

I assumed that's what you wanted.

There was nothing I could say to that except to agree fulsomely, and enjoyably. I signed off and looked at the list. I wasn't very long. Top of the list was a double-end dildo. I smiled at this. Buying my first dildo was a bit of a thrill, pushing boundaries, and certainly very rewarding. I had never thought of being as adventurous as a double-end dildo that would look like I have a dick. A thrill went through my body. The rest of the list was clothing such as fishnets stockings, miniskirts and rather revealing tops. Well, it was something I would have to deal with in the morning.

Over breakfast, I looked at the list and plotted out my shopping route. It was more fun than I ever expected. Trying on the clothes both appalled me as I had never shown so much of my flesh and excited me because I had, er... never shown so much of my flesh! When I got home, I quickly tried out the double-ended dildo. It did the job beautifully. I let the Team know when I had everything.

They reply shocked me. Someone would be at my door at 8am on Monday morning to install cameras in the flat. I wanted to know why this was necessary. The answer was both chilling and playful.

First, Slutty Slag Sexpot Slaves do not question, complain or refuse an instruction from the Team. Only women can say NO. As you are still new, though, the explanation is that the cameras are needed to insure instructions are properly followed. As I am sure you can appreciate, it is hard work ensuring Slutty Slag Sexpot Slaves do as their Masters have ordered. Cameras lessen the work we must do.

I couldn't resist a reply.

Is this an imaginative way to say you want to have as many "memories" as I am sure I will have?

Their reply came with several smiley faces which put me at ease.

Monday quickly came and, sharp at 8am, someone was at my door. We said our pleasantries and he assured me he would be finished by the time I got home. He was true to his word. What was more amazing is that I couldn't see the cameras. I started looking when a metallic voice filled every room.

"Stop looking for the cameras. They are as unobtrusive as possible. We don't want you or your visitors to be distracted or inhibited by them. We want you to act as normally as you can with.... No clothes on! Once you have taken all your clothes off, further instructions will follow."

This was both worrying and thrilling. What on earth did he mean by visitors? But then to be told to strip by an unseen voice sent a thrill through my body. I did as told and could feel my vagina getting excited. I reached for my new dildo when the voice returned.

"This is why we put in cameras. You are now to do only as we tell you. We have not told you to fuck yourself silly because you're enjoying be a Slutty Slag Sexpot Slave."

I stopped in my tracks and looked around. How eerie this felt and how erotic. I wanted to plunge the dildo into me but dared not to. I was ordered to spend the rest of the night naked but carry on as usual. There was nothing usual about doing that!! But did it I did, though I could barely contain myself as I did it.

Fortunately, just before going to bed, the voice said well done. "As a reward, you can now use your new dildo. If you want to of course. We don't want to force you tonight." I could hear the voice laughing. I smiled too and rapidly sunk the dildo into me. It was a most weird and exciting event. It was a good size, bigger and longer than Julian. The fit was much tighter than I was used, creating even more of a sensation through my body. And then the look of having a cock protruding from my bare groin. That set off a delightful orgasm without me even having to move it.

That didn't stop me from grabbing the protruding cock with both hands once the orgasm passed. It didn't take me long to set off another orgasm. Then I heard clapping. Of course, someone is watching me! Mixed feelings swirled through my body. I assumed it was just Julian. But then maybe he met some friends and he was showing off. I was certainly giving a great show. Just a few weeks ago I would have been appalled at being put in a position like this. Now, though, I just had another orgasm. I was starting to realise this 4Ss gig could be quite fun.

And over the next couple of weeks, it was fun. Packages would arrive with clothes I would have never chosen and been terrified of wearing. But, not having any choice meant I had no choice but to do so. To my great relief, I was allowed to wear my normal work clothes. I was only instructed to wear the far more revealing and saucy clothing after work and on weekends. The looks I got were just thrilling. Numerous jaws dropped as my fulsome breasts swung or jumped out at them. I also would find myself on edge worrying about my dress, more like a belt!, showing of bits of my bum or cunt. I was always thrilled to bits when I got home but not always allowed to relieve the tension that was just about bursting out of me. That made the situation even more stimulating.

All was well until Mick sent an email around the office. He was upset that someone had borrowed his shaving kit without telling him. He was fine with people needing it in an emergency. He just wanted to know about it.

An email from the 4Ss account appeared almost immediately asking if I had done this. I replied the only way I could: It was me. The next email floored me:

You are to admit to him it was you. You are then to remove your stockings and dress and give them to him. You are then to ask him to punish you for violating his space.

Terror filled me. This was no longer impulsive, transgressive erotic playing. This was very public humiliation and job threatening. As my heart raced, another email arrived.

That seems a bit harsh. She is a woman at work who shouldn't be subjected to such public humiliation. And he doesn't really seem to mind his kit being used.

I didn't recognise the email address. Who on earth did it come from? What else did they know about what was going on between Julian and me? Before I could gather my thoughts, another email arrived.

You know what's she's agreed to. She's no longer a woman. She's a 4Ss Team member and ours to do slutty, slag sexpot slave things to!!!! I think Julian is spot on, Gladys.

My god, not someone else, was all I could think of.

True and agree. But I would feel better her doing this after everyone else has left the office. And so as not to shock Mick, she should ask if he wants to see and inflict punishment.

I'm happy with that

, came the quick reply.

Judy, you are to ask Mick to stay a bit late so you can talk to him. Once everyone is gone, you are to go to him to admit it was you who used his shaving kit. You are then to ask him if he wants to see what you used the shaving kit for. If he says YES, you are to remove your stockings and skirt and give them to him to keep as payment for the cream used. You are also to say that he can punish you if the payment is not sufficient for the trouble you caused him. You are also to tell him that, once he is satisfied, he is to send an email around the office saying the guilty party has come forward and all is well. That is how we will know you've obeyed instructions.