She keeps looking at me. Naturally, she is looking for an ally. Don’t know. I don’t want to openly side with her against these two men. They should not think all women are like this. Property, if you press us hard enough. No, it is better not to show any reaction at all. I am not sure I want to talk to my boss about this later – at all, but certainly not from a defensive position.
Oh, God, this girl will be naked soon and all her attributes for grabs. Beautiful attributes, yes….
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‘Go on!’ His command shocks me back to the here-and-now. Don’t think!
I bend over and strip down first the left and then the right stocking, neatly fold each of them in turn and place it on the dress. I am so cold! But I go on and undo the clip of my bra behind my back, naturally with my shoulders curved back and my breasts pert, slide the shoulder straps down with my back curved forward and my breasts quenched together, and let the pretty bra fall off. It follows the way of my stockings. My breasts have now been evicted from their safe haven and exposed for all to see. In an office!
Should my nipples not be erect? Should I not be aroused under the circumstances? I am ashamed! When I finally remove the knickers, I am stark naked – not even pubic hair offers a semblance of protection. I mechanically fold up the knickers and put them down with the rest.
There I am. Open to three pairs of eyes. Two that leer at me and one that judges me.
‘Slut, put your heels back on. Pick up that stack of clothing and bring it to the assistant’s desk. I will issue instructions to her on what to do with the stuff later. You have worn these clothes for the very last time.’
I am very conscious of my bare butt and swinging breasts as I bend over and pick up my clothes. I am sure all eyes have been on me all the while; certainly, they are now when I take the few steps towards the other woman’s desk. Her gaze is so frightfully composed – with a glimmer of understanding? Her gaze turns even friendly, which sets me off balance, as she was so professional and formal. She takes that little stack of my new and glorious clothes, which no doubt are still warm, and thanks me – those clothes in honour of him that I have to discard so soon, again for him!
She thanks me! For what?
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Legal assistant
I amaze myself by my business-like behaviour. As if there were nothing unusual about being handed the fine set of clothes which ‘ you will never wear again’ in front of the woman who has just been stripped of them.
‘Thank you.’ Was that all I could think of? The instructions ‘ to her on what to do with them ‘ … Keep them here? Give them to him? To her not, I ‘ d think. To me, God forbid?! For me to take home? I don ‘ t think so. Unless to give them to charity. To my boss? He ‘ d wish! We will find out.
Meanwhile there is a beautiful and naked woman here. I am affected by her presence.
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‘Slut, you look beautiful. You know I love you for that. I want you obscene, however. Show your all.
‘Assume the display position, feet apart and hands behind your neck! Our witnesses will see that you do this without force by me, with you in sound mind.’
I comply. My ‘tits’ and bare ‘cunt’ in good view – I am certain these would be the words that Master and the solicitor would use. I see the concentration of both men here in front of me looking at me, but both remain composed. It is unnerving. And the woman? She is in the corner of my eye… so hard to tell… Oh, let me assume they are all, the men and the woman, admiring me. They may lust after me, as long as they admire me. I may spell no more than sex to them, as long as they at least respect and enjoy me in that capacity. You know why I am not so sure about the woman. She is less likely to lust after me and may project that I am wasting myself and may despise me for that reason. But she showed a glimmer of friendliness just now.
‘Finally, slut, you will briskly pace to the wall to the right of you, then to (legal assistant)’s desk on the left and finally up close to (solicitor)’s. Briskly, because I want your parts bouncing. At her desk and subsequently at his, you will turn your back and bend over deeply, whilst pulling your buttocks apart. Again, they will witness that you do this freely and in sound mind.’
Freely and in a sound mind… I am wondering about my mind. I will do it, freely, so much is certain. Can I draw on the knowledge that I am beautiful and clean? And the fact that I have done a little modelling and have been striding a mile or two on the catwalk? Let me just pretend that that is what I will do now. I fix my eyes on infinity and walk towards the right wall, placing one foot in front of the other and swaying my hips, turn and walk to the legal assistant at the other side of the room… I then make half a pirouette in front of her, throw my left leg away from the other like an acrobat and in one continuous motion flex my torso forward. My hands fly to my buttocks and pull them apart.
Stop! This is not what a model would do, show her anus! Between my legs I see the legal assistant look at me in the most neutral of ways, while at the same time her head turns beet red, along with mine. In my case, is it just from the blood flowing down? And in hers?
One, two, three… Up the model goes and she strides the few steps back to her original position facing the solicitor, turns around… Oh, my mother, I find myself with my glowing head upside down, looking at the solicitor from between my legs and pulling my buttocks apart again. His gaze is composed, not leering, but still far from neutral and full of interest. Oh…! Go on… One, two, three… up I go. Freely and in a sound mind, with a red face I turn around, spread my legs, move my hands to my neck and face the solicitor and my Master once more.
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Legal assistant
I have never seen anything like this – in several senses. I am shocked. This girl showed her anus to me and then to my boss. To show her vagina, that is sacrifice enough, but the real taboo is on the anus. I have never even looked at mine!
But I try to show no reaction. I have talked about that already. Oh, I would react if I were on my own with her. How? Possibly according to all seasons: embarrassment, interest, sympathy, disgust, anger, enjoyment – in whatever order. I might have walked up to her and touch her or ask to look closer. No reaction? I cannot control the blood that rushes to my cheeks.
I feel associated with her as a fellow woman. And the power of the naked female form is overwhelming.
Associated, yes. That does not mean I have come close to understanding her. The Master’s motives are clear: to own and use. He will have sex without consent, or at least won’t be asking her for consent, he may beat her in the interest of owning her and humiliating her, he may pass her on the friends.
To be owned and used, beaten and humiliated, why? I will never know. But I sense that I can’t despise her any longer.
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The solicitor speaks. ‘I have prepared the contract document with your Master. I will now hand you your copy. Please…’ He stands up and holds out a little stack of paper. I cannot hold his gaze when I inch forward and take it from him… muttering ‘Thank you…’
‘The document is a series of articles that define the relationship between you and Master and each addresses a condition or an activity you are obliged to fulfil or perform, or in contrast not fulfil or abstain from. You will read each article aloud first and then we shall briefly check your understanding thereof. Is that clear?’
‘Yes, Sir, it is. It is…’
I break in a cold sweat. Not only will all details of my humiliation be spelled out to the solicitor and the woman, but it will also be I that will bring the humiliation upon myself, it’s not one of the other three. For a flash, the wish to walk out of the room and disappear surges up. I actually make half a step in that direction, but stop myself before Master or the solicitor does. I look at Master and think I see a little smile. What is the sense of leaving this office and then the building in my present naked state? Away from him. I truly have no option.
EDITOR’S note: The following quotations from the contract are supposed to project the gist of it, and the spirit including the mind-numbing detail, but do not pretend to be the full and complete contract. There are details on her nails, her eyebrows, about the Gorean positions, about maid-services, about how to rouge her areolas, about the various whips and cane she might be beaten with etc.
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