Amy the Exhibitionist Ch. 14

Leah said that she'd not expected anything like that. She said that for a couple of seconds she had considered using the Safe Word; but her pussy had told her not to be so stupid.

I then announced that everyone had done well and that NEWPS would discuss the evening's event and that the Pledge Sisters would be in touch with their Pledges.

I also added that the next time that we see any of them we expected them to be fully compliant with the NEWPS Dress Code.

We split into our 4 pairs and Kailene and I walked to her dorm room.

No sooner than we'd got through the door, Kailene stripped off, saying that she must comply with the Dress Code.

We had a long chat, exchanging details of some of our adventures. Kailene was amazed by what we'd got up to in Ibiza, saying that if she'd done anything like that in America she'd have been locked-up. But Kailene did tell me all about the time she'd been dancing naked in a club in Switzerland.

Kailene also told me about one time that she's been in a clothes shop and she'd had to ask for some help. The assistant had dragged her by her pubic bone with her fingers in her pussy; to the checkout; and made to pay for some clothes while still held like that. The best part was where she'd gone back to the shop a few days later and asked for a job. Kailene didn't get a sales job, but she did get a job as a mannequin for the day. The staff had left her naked in the middle of the shop for ages; and even groped her in front of the customers.

All that talking about clothes shops started me thinking; I needed a plan to have some fun with Kailene in the shop that I'd just got a job in. I didn't tell Kailene about that; I thought that I might be able to use that to surprise her.

When we'd run out of experiences that we could think of at that time; Kailene asked me if there was anything else that she needed to know; or anything else that she could do for me. I thought for a minute then told her to get on her knees, spread her knees wide, lean back and put her hands on the floor behind her.

Kailene looked good with her bald, wet pussy spread wide and her nipples pointing to the ceiling.

I sat there staring at her pussy thinking how I was going to enjoy it. After a few seconds I said, "Every time that I say 'assume the position', that is how you are to present yourself. It doesn't matter where we are, or who else is there, you get down into that position. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress Amy." Kailene said.

I liked the 'Mistress' bit.

I then told Kailene that I was going back to my room; that I would be back at 10 o'clock in the morning and that I expected her to be back in the same position when I walked through the door.

Shopping with Kailene

I walked into Kailene's room at exactly 10 o'clock; and Kailene was there on the floor, wet pussy staring at me. I walked to between her legs and rubbed the front of my shoe up and down her pussy. I wished that I'd worn some pointed shoes.

Leaving Kailene like that I asked her what jackets she had. She told me that they were in the wardrobe. I went and looked through her clothes and selected a leather jacket and a short, flared miniskirt. I gave them to her and told her to put them on, along with some shoes; nothing else.

We collected her purse and bag and we set off into town.

The bus was a double-decker and I was happy to let a youth push in between us to follow Kailene up the stairs. He wanted to look, and I wanted him to look. I'm pretty sure that there was another youth following me up the stairs, but I wasn't sure, I didn't look.

As we sat there I told Kailene that she looked good, and I asked her how she was doing. She told me that she was good; she felt that she looked good. Then she asked me what I was going to do to her. So I asked her what she wanted me to do to her.

Kailene said that she wanted her pussy to be seen by thousands of men; she wanted to be humiliated in public and she wanted have thousands of orgasms with people watching and knowing.

I told her that I couldn't promise thousands but I would promise dozens over the next few months.

I reached over and put my hand between her legs. They opened automatically and I gave her the finger test. She sighed as I went in and out a couple of times. I then pulled out and put my finger in front of her face. She sucked it.

We went to the Ann Summers shop first and I got Kailene to buy a Pocket Rocket and some Ben Wa balls. Then we went to McDonalds and I sent Kailene to the toilet to insert the Pocket Rocket while I bought us some lunch.

We sat in the shop window facing the street. Kailene automatically crossed her legs but I told her never to do that again. At other times she could keep her knees together, but that time she had to keep her knees wide apart so that anyone passing who looked in, could see her pussy.

I told Kailene to shuffle down in her seat so that her butt wasn't on her skirt -- like me.

As we ate our food I played with the remote control. A homeless man shuffled passed and looked in. When he saw us he stopped right in front of us and stared at our pussies which were no more than 3 feet away from his filthy, bearded face.

He looked up and I smiled at him. He left.

Two other passing men did a double take as they passed.

All the while, I was playing with the remote control. How Kailene managed to eat her food I shall never know. Just as she was taking a drink I turned the control up to full. Kailene nearly choked; then started shaking. She grabbed my arm and squeezed. I left the control on full.

Kailene came down from her high and I let her finish her food and drink; then I turned it up again.

Kailene was up there again and my arm was starting to hurt; when one of the McD's girls came to clear the table. As she went to pick up the tray she realised that she could see 2 pussies and that Kailene was obviously close to an orgasm. The girl looked at me, smiled and walked away with the tray.

I switched the control off and let Kailene get back to normal. Kailene said, "That was wonderful, thank you."

As we got up to go to the toilet to clean-up I saw 2 wet patches on the seats. I told her to leave the Pocket Rocket in.

From there we went to a clothes shop; not the one that I worked at; Kailene wanted to buy a new skirt. The one that we went to was quite busy and there was a queue for the changing rooms so I told Kailene to try on the skirt behind one of the racks. Kailene asked me if she could get arrested for that. I told her that the worst that could happen was that we'd get thrown out. The skirt is a little Rara number, it's very cute. I might get one like that myself sometime.

I held the skirt for Kailene as she took off her own skirt leaving her wearing only the short jacket and shoes. Two teenage girls ware moving over to where Kailene was so I held on to the skirt to see what would happen. One girl saw the bottomless Kailene and called her mate over. They both stared at her. Kailene said, "The queue for the changing rooms was a mile long." The girls giggled and walked away.

I passed the skirt over and Kailene stepped in to it. She looked good. The material was smooth against her belly and as she smoothed her hand over it I thought she was going to cum; especially when I gave the Pocket Rocket a quick blast.

Kailene bought the skirt.

We wandered around a few more shops but didn't buy, or even try on, anything; then we took the bus back to St. Damian's. As I followed Kailene up the stairs on the bus I slid my hand up hey leg. Boy was she wet.

I turned the Pocket Rocket up and made her cum again while we were still on the bus.

Blackmail - Professor Lesley Jones

The cheerleading practice is going well. We're starting to get it together. Katie and Sarah are doing a good job of choreographing things.

Prof Jones phoned me a couple of days ago wanting to know how we were getting on. I told her that it was coming along, but we were having trouble remembering the sequence of all the moves.

The Prof asked me how we were getting on with recruiting more girls to the squad. I told her that we were making a bit of progress but it was difficult talking girls into wearing such a skimpy outfit that would embarrass and humiliate them in public.

After practice last Thursday we talked about getting the Pledges involved, but we decided against it for now; for two reasons. Firstly we thought it would be better if we'd got our act together first; and secondly, we wanted to be sure that they'd get through the Hazing and stick with NEWPS. They had enough on their plates for now.

Psychology Thesis

Logan phoned me a few days ago and told me that he'd arranged for me to go to a dinner as someone's '+ 1'. The dinner was a semi-formal one at a hotel in town and that the man was a respectable person that he knew well. Logan told me that I would be safe with him and that he (Logan) would be close by. I was to wear anything that I thought was appropriate, but he had been told that it wasn't a dinner jacket job so it wasn't that formal. If I had any problems about what to wear, I was to call him back.

Logan gave me the time and place details.

As soon as I got back to my room I started going through my wardrobe and after a lot of indecision, I finally decided that I would wear my black fine mesh dress. It's mid-thigh length and the design is quite respectable really; it's only when you take a closer look that you realise that you can see through it. The holes in it aren't quite big enough for my nipples to poke through; but you can easily see the shape and colour of my nipples and areolas; and the front of my pussy.

If I'm stood up with my legs slightly apart and there is a bright light behind me you can easily see the shape of my pussy lips and clit.

I met my 'partner' for the evening in the hotel's reception. He's a middle-aged man named David. I'd already left my coat in the cloakroom and when he saw me he said,

"Oh my! You look wonderful my love. I can see that I'm going to have a lot of people wanting to talk to me this evening."

David took me into the room there the dinner was, with me holding his arm. Quite a few people standing around the door looked at us. I wasn't sure if it was my dress that they were looking at, or the fact that David had a young woman, half his age, on his arm.

I felt good standing there.

We walked round the room with David introducing me to so many people that I gave up trying to remember names. At the time I was watching people's faces to see their reactions to my dress. Quite a few of the people there were in their late forties or fifties; and it was their wives that gave me the dirty tramp looks.

The younger people smiled and stared. One woman told me that I had a 'divine' dress. I felt like bursting out in laughter.

It was watching the men's eyes going backwards and forwards from my breasts to my pussy that made me feel good. My pussy was wet and tingling. I doubt that many of the men in there could tell you what my face looked like.

The tables were circular and set for ten people. All had place names on them. I was sat between David and another man called Peter.

Peter started the conversation by asking me how I knew David. Before I could answer, David said, "I've never met Amy before. I picked her up outside the hotel about 30 minutes ago." Okay I thought; I'll go along with that and said that I was walking passed on my way into town with a couple of girlfriends and David came up to us and asked who would like to have dinner with him in this hotel. I was hungry so I volunteered.

"Wow! I didn't think you had it in you David." Peter said.

The conversation went on, all polite conversation making stuff. Peter kept looking at the side of my breasts and my legs that were bare right up to my pussy. I hadn't put my napkin on my lap then. Peter's partner kept asking him questions to distract him from my flesh. At one point she asked me where I got such an unusual dress. I told her that I'd made it myself.

All through the dinner people kept coming to talk to David and their eyes were always on my breasts. I loved it; and so was my pussy, it was wet; and my nipples were rock hard.

When the dinner itself was finished there was dancing. Thankfully it was a DJ and not some amateur band. I had a constant stream of men asking me for a dance; and when I was up dancing, nearly all of them wanted to put their hands on me. The attention was fantastic, but towards the end I was getting tired.

At one point I noticed Logan standing at the side of the room.

When I did get to sit down next to David at the table, the men there were staring at my breasts. If they were on my side of the table it was my legs. The napkin had been cleared away with the rest of the stuff.

I managed to escape to the toilet once. While I was there a woman, only slightly older than me, told me that she thought that I was very brave.

At the end of the evening David walked me out. He apologised for all the harassment that I'd been given. I told him that I'd sort of loved it, and that being dressed like I was, I had been expecting it. I gave him a big kiss.

The next day I got a phone call from Logan inviting me to a meeting. When I got to the Psychology department's meeting room Logan was already there. I asked him if he wanted me to take my clothes off. He told me that it was up to me. So I did.

We were both sat at one side of a table with him taking notes. There was some coffee in a flask that we took it in turns to fill our cups from.

Logan asked me to talk him through the evening adding details of what I was feeling. I told him that I'd enjoyed the evening, and certainly enjoyed the attention; but I hadn't been exposed that much.

Logan seemed a bit disappointed; but I didn't know what he'd expected.

After that, Logan asked me to tell him about some of my most memorable moments when I was exposed in public. Wow! I had to think where to start. In the end I chose to tell him about my holiday in Ibiza. He was a bit surprised when I told him that I was sharing a bed with my older brother.

As I told him the 'interesting' bits I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. My nipples where throbbing.

I told him that the most memorable part was being led through the streets and bars naked, with my hands cuffed behind me, wearing a dog collar and lead. It was such a turn-on knowing that I was so helpless and so exposed. Dozens, if not hundreds, of people saw me and dozens groped me. It was an amazing feeling.

I told Logan about a few other 'adventures' and before I knew it the time had gone and we had to get out of the room. I got dressed, Logan gave me my money, and I left.

To be continued...