Author's Note: Well, I'm back! Thank you to all of you who have dropped me kind comments and feedback. It's been an exciting journey, and it isn't finished yet.
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Chapter 11: Back to Work
Bzz. Bzz. Tinkle. Tinkle.
"Mmmph.. Huh.." Jasmine groaned. Her eyes felt like they weighed a tonne.
Bzz. Bzz. Tinkle. Tinkle.
"Ummph.. Oh!" feeling something twitching on her nipples, Jasmine thought it was a fly and raised her hands up quickly, grabbing her chest.
It wasn't a surprise, and it hadn't been for a while, for Jasmine's soft hands to meet bare tit flesh. However, the feeling of hard metal affixed to her bust brought all the memories from the night before, clear as the bells dangling from her precious nipples, causing a fresh wave of humiliation to rush over the completely naked blonde.
Bzz. Bzz. Tinkle. Tinkle.
Her brand new piercings were vibrating, as though they were a cell phone and she had just received a call! Horrified, remembering that Owen was asleep upstairs, Jasmine hurriedly tried to sit up.
The first thing she noticed was the dim street lamp illuminating the suburban road.
Jasmine blushed hot red. She had been too exhausted by the exertions and humiliations of the previous day that she had forgotten to shut the curtains, which meant that anyone who was bored or perverted enough to attempt to glance into her windows would have been greeted by the beautiful sight of her evenly tanned bald slit, directed at the window for their viewing pleasure!
Bzz. Bzz. Tinkle. Tinkle.
Jasmine glanced at the clock as she got up. 5:45 am. She cursed Nicolette for forcing her to wake up at this hour.
"You'll find out why tomorrow, cunt, but I don't think you'll ever have to worry about waking up late again.." Nicolette had said with a sly grin.
Well, Jasmine knew now. It was clearly just another way Nicolette to humiliate her hapless slave, having her sensitive nipples and clit vibrate as an alarm.
"SHICKK" the leather made a sharp noise as Jasmine slid her body against the soft sofa. The blonde's smooth and flawless skin was sticky from sweat, having not even had the energy to take a shower, after her tormentor had "kindly" dropped her off a few hours ago, having gone through in great detail her ORDERS for the next day.
"You know what to do, and you better obey every single order I've given you tonight. Or your parents and Eddie's college scholarship review committee will be getting a present in the mail, and then after that.. The whole world too.. Now get the fuck out, bitch."
Those were the last words the evil brunette had said, completely dismissive as usual of Jasmine's shock and horror at the humiliating rules and commands that she would have no choice but to obey and carry out the next day. Nicolette had of course gleefully laid them out for her, in great detail.
Bzz. Bzz. Tinkle. Tinkle.
Afraid the audible tinkles of the jingle bells, caused by the continuous vibrations of the small ring on each of her nipples, would wake Owen, the pathetic naked woman grasped tightly onto both of them and tip-toed, barefoot as usual, to the bathroom on the ground floor.
"Cold shower, and I want you to be extra smooth from the neck down, slut. So you better do a good shave."
Impotent anger welled up within Jasmine, as she quietly shut the bathroom door. She knew full well that Nicolette was most likely sleeping at home in her comfortable bed, while the formerly-proud sales executive and now-slave was forced to take an icy cold shower! But of course the helpless minx had no choice. The alternative, as Nicolette had stressed gleefully countless times the previous night, was for her immoral shared orgasm with Eddie to be disseminated to the entire world.
Bzz. Bzz. Tinkle. Tinkle.
On one hand, Jasmine needed to keep moving to warm up under the extremely cold water, but on the other she didn't want Owen to be woken up by the chimes from her nipple bells that would be aggravated by vigorous movements.
It was a rather amusing sight, as the chesty young wife hopped from foot to foot while grasping tightly onto her tit bells.
Jasmine let out an inadvertent moan as the curved barbell adorning her clithood continued vibrating, the bigger ball on the bottom of the bar rubbing temptingly against her sensitive clit.
"Extra slutty, extra smooth, extra tight" Nicolette had jabbed her finger crudely, first at Jasmine's beautiful face, then her exposed pussy, and finally her luscious locks.
Still shivering slightly despite having dried off well after her shower, Jasmine took a seat in the living room, completely naked and barefoot as always.
Feeling indignant at having to put on make up at the unearthly hour just so that she could look her best during her toilet cleaner training, Jasmine dabbed a thin layer onto her face, making sure to put on an extra coat of FKME red lipstick. It made things worse knowing full well, based on Nicolette's orders the night before, that more humiliations were in store for her!
It was cold comfort, but at least her new jewellery had stopped vibrating.
Jasmine glanced briefly at her fingernails and toenails as she wrapped up her wavy platinum blonde hair into a tight high bun, and decided that they didn't need a fresh coat.
Sighing, the blushing bimbo exited her home. A waft of cold morning breeze only served to emphasize her complete nudity.
Anyone standing on the opposite side of the road would have witnessed a truly majestic and amusing sight. The busty beautiful exhibitionist stepped out of the door and onto the middle of the porch, before shamelessly placing both of her hands on her tight blonde bun. It was as though she was intentionally exposing as much of her body as possible, by ensuring that her hands nor her hair could block even an inch of her flawless skin!
There were no tan-lines on the skank, and even her taut and smooth armpits and the sides of her shaved pussy were evenly coloured a sexy golden brown. It was obvious that she spent plenty of time in the sun, nude as the day she was born.
And having been so afraid that Nicolette would tell her off, after the revelations from the night before, Jasmine had done such a good job with shaving this morning that there was no stubble anywhere below the neck on her bare slutty body.
With the silvery jingle bells, eye-catching enough to be visible from a distance but yet small enough not to distract from the complete nudity of the walking wet dream, the busty woman was unmistakably demanding as much attention to the prominent in-your-face fake F cups as possible.
The coup de grace was the humorous fresh addition to the tip of the silky smooth groove of the voluptuous sextoy, clearly visible between her widely-parted toned legs. Anyone would have thought the brazen slut was proudly showing off her diamond ring attached amusingly to her clit and even GLISTENING a little under the faint light from the street lamp, by spreading her legs more than a foot-and-a-half wide as she stood there in the erotic position!
Of course, in reality, the fake-titted Jasmine was extremely uncomfortable and embarrassed, being forced to exhibit herself in her obscene favourite position. Lips trembling as she mentally counted down from 30 to 0, the slave didn't want to stay naked for too long, exposed as she was near the middle of the suburban street, and she was just glad that it was still so dark out.
"Put on your 6 inch heels. Yes, the red ones. Your new outfit will be in the mailbox. No peeking until tomorrow, or your fuckslut exploits will be released to the world!"
