I stood naked and dusty in Valerie's foyer, eager to finish cleaning her house but still a bit disoriented from the intimate display of flesh I'd just put on for the delivery man.
"That was terrific, Lisa," said Valerie. "You really broke through some barriers. For a minute there, I thought you were going to wrap your tits around Benny's cock. We'll make a good little slut out of you yet, won't we?"
"Yes, ma'am." I hesitated. "Do you want me to finish the cleaning now?"
"Of course, go do the vacuuming. When you're done, you can shower in the guest bathroom and put your clothes on. I already hung them on the towel rack for you."
"Thank you, ma'am." There was finally a light at the end of the tunnel.
I fetched the vacuum cleaner from the laundry room and brought it through the foyer to the den. I worked from the front of the house to the back without a single worried glance at the windows. The odds of being seen in my naked servitude had not changed, but the consequences seemed less important. It felt almost natural to vacuum my neighbor's floors in the nude. I was done in fifteen minutes, and the only thing left to clean was my body.
I turned the shower in the guest bath to hot and looked at my reflection in the vanity mirror. The fluorescent light revealed dust clinging to my dark hair from my eyelashes to the end of my pony tail. My skin felt grimy-sticky, and when I glanced toward my feet I could see more dust trapped in my pubic hair. I turned to the shower, adjusted the water temperature down, and stepped inside. A little black stream ran from my feet to the drain, but it was soon washed away in a hot river of shampoo and soap suds. I got out of the shower feeling like a new woman, and I'd never been so happy to get dressed. My Valerie-disapproved panties were conspicuously absent from my clothes on the towel rack.
As I exited the bathroom, Valerie called to me from the front of the house. I found her in the den, pulling a document off the printer. She waved me to the love seat at the corner of the desk and tapped the page edges even on top of the printer.
"I printed this for you," she said. "I thought you might want a hard copy for backup."
"Thank you." I hoped it was it was some kind of software report guaranteeing that her camera's flash memory card had been wiped clean and could never be recovered.
Valerie retracted the arm that had been extending the document to me. "Thank you...?"
"Thank you, ma'am."
"That's better. Don't start thinking this is over, Lisa. This is just the first day of a long-term progressive program."
Just then, Valerie's computer screen went to the screen saver, and a full-screen slide show began with a picture of me lying on my back and smiling while my hands pressed my breasts together for the camera. Two similar pictures followed, and then one of me, eyes closed and mouth agape, with my nipples pinched in my fingers. A few slides later I was lying with my feet together and my upper legs splayed out to display my crotch. Another photo zoomed in on my pussy, and it was followed by a similar picture but with the index and middle fingers of a feminine hand buried in my sex. Two pictures after that, those same fingers were in my mouth. Then there were a number of close-ups of my face as I lapped at Valerie's pussy. The last slide showed me from behind. I was looking out the screen door at Benny, and he was looking in at my breasts.
I couldn't speak or avert my eyes from the lewd images on the screen. Just a few hours earlier, those images had not existed, and no one could have convinced me that they ever would exist. I was caught in some surreal erotic nightmare. This just could not be happening. I had to wake up.
Valerie sat next to me on the love seat and put a hand on my knee. "Not sure what to do now, Lisa?"
My voice had almost no strength. "No, ma'am."
"You're worried about those pictures?"
"Yes, ma'am. Anyone who looks at your computer will see them."
Valerie shook her head. "You don't need to worry about that. They're only on my screen saver now for your benefit, and they'll be in a hidden, password-protected folder whenever I'm not using them. They will never be shared unintentionally." She handed me the document she had printed. "As of now, I have no intention of sharing them with anyone on this list."
I looked at the document. It was my email contacts list, and it included my family and all of my clients, employees, and friends. I had checked my email from Valerie's computer on several occasions, and I must have failed to log off at least once. It seemed I was pretty good at handing her the clubs she needed to deliver my beatings.
My father's email address was there. He'd never forgive me and there would be no explaining if he saw those images. I was the only one of his children who was still morally upright in his eyes. I was the good girl who got straight A's, who never partied or went on dates, who set a proper example for her little sister. I'd grown up not knowing Dad's brothers and sisters or my cousins because he had cut them all out of his life for various perceived slights. He'd banished my asshole older brother, not for the many reasons he deserved it, but because of some dispute over a dog. My sister beat Dad to the punch. She rejected my example and all of his rules; told him to stay out of her life. They'd only re-established minimal communication after my mother died, and my sister always made him be the one to reach out first. I was the only ear my friendless father had to bend, so I heard all of his complaints about neighbors, relatives, his health, and every public figure on Earth.
I wasn't ready to be cut off from my father, and I couldn't stand the thought of anyone else seeing those photos. They'd be a weapon in my brother's hands and would ruin the image I'd tried to maintain in my sister's eyes. If my employees saw those pictures, I'd never be able to look them in the eye again. I could hardly imagine anything Valerie could ask of me that was worse than any person on the list seeing even one of those images.
"You see," said Valerie. "You don't have to worry about what to do. You just do what I tell you to do when I tell you to do it. Is that clear enough?"
"Yes, ma'am." I felt weak. My head bowed.
"Did I ever tell you what I did for stress relief in college?"
