It Can Always Get Worse

Across from the bed a short hallway led to the master bathroom. Two walk in closets merged off the hallway and an open door led into the master bath. The bathroom had an enclosed toilet on one side with an enclosed shower on opposite and a large sunken Jacuzzi tub dominated the back wall. It was a fairly nice house and Sharon understood why Kimberly wanted to keep it.

Sharon walked back to the bedroom and Kimberly followed. "Are you horny?" Sharon asked.

Shamefaced, Kimberly nodded.

"Then lie down and masturbate for me." Sharon commanded and waited. This was going to be a great test, she thought. If Kim does this, then she is mine. Sharon raised the camera.

Kim hesitated, stepped towards the bed, stopped and then with a small sigh climbed into bed. Her hands dropped along her naked breasts, caressing them. They were firm, not small but not huge with dark pink nipples pointing upwards like a soldier at muster. Kim caressed her breasts and pinched her nipples and then slid her hands lower. Her fingers reached her needy sex, her legs drifting wide apart, and Sharon disappeared from her mind as she quickly brought herself off with a noisy orgasm.

The entire four minutes, Sharon snapped pictures.

With her need reduced Kimberly opened her eyes and snapped her legs closed.

"Open them," Sharon commanded.

Kimberly slid her legs apart, her pussy staring at Sharon's camera.

"You are very pretty," Sharon said, "and I am going to have so much fun showing you off."

Kimberly lay still, her legs parted, her hands at her side, waiting for Sharon to tell he what to do. She was blushing still and while her immediate need had been met she could feel her arousal starting to climb again.

"In a minute we're going to go through all your clothes. I will decide what you can keep and modify and what will be thrown away. You are going to have a lot of new rules and a new dress code to keep up with. If I find you disobey me, then these pictures, "she indicated the camera, "will be posted all over campus. I am going to make you do some very embarrassing things, things I know I'd not want to do, to test you. If you want to keep these pictures private and if you really want to keep your house, I'd think twice before you disobeyed me, got it?"

Kim could only nod.

"Good. You're going to help me humiliate you, too. Isn't that fun? You are going to ask me very politely, starting with 'Miss Reed, to humiliate me' and ending with something humiliating and you're going to do it every time we are together. Got it?"

"Yes, Miss Reed."

"Now, that rug in the foyer. Do you know what it is for?"

"No, Miss Reed."

"That rug is the only place in this house that you are allowed to wear clothes. This is the first rule, so make sure you remember it. When you get home, and assuming you have clothes on, you will step onto the rug, strip, and then you can step off it. When you are leaving the house, you will carry your clothes with you to the rug, then you can get dressed and leave the house. And this is only when entering and exiting the house. If the doorbell rings, you're not leaving, so you're not dressing. Now, what is your first rule?"

"That I am only allowed clothing in the house on my dressing rug and then only when entering and exiting my house," Kimberly shuddered with the exciting humiliation of it. And the words "assuming you have clothes on," made her pussy clench in nervous expectation.

"Dressing rug, I like it. Now, that pubic hair has to go. When do you work at the club next?"

"Tomorrow, Miss Reed. I work Monday's, Thursday's and Friday's."

"Good. Tomorrow, for your first act, you will come out with a chair wearing a bra and panties only. For the first dance, you will strip to nothing. When the second song comes, I want you to grab a razor, a bowl of water, shaving cream and a towel and on stage with all those men watching, you are to shave your pubic hair all off. Got that?"

Kimberly surprised herself as she said, "Miss Reed, to humiliate me, can I please shave my pussy on Friday? There are always more people at the club on Friday's?" It seemed a very tame start.

Sharon almost grabbed her own pussy with the power she was wielding over Kimberly. This was working out much better than she had hoped. She had not expected it to go as far as it had, to be perfectly honest with herself and to hear Kimberly obeying and actually within minutes, using the words she had been ordered to use, coming up with a way to add to her humiliation, Sharon almost swooned. She knew she had dominant tendencies and now having a woman, one she did not particularly like, obeying her, it was almost too much.

"Yes," Sharon said. "And that covers this time we're together. Very good, Kimmie." Sharon really hadn't expected anything from Kimberly tonight; she thought she might be pushing too hard. Maybe not.

"Now. Stand up; you look like a slut with your legs spread like that."

Kimberly shook at her words; Sharon was the reason her legs were spread so wantonly. She bit her tongue and climbed to her feet. Sharon sat.

"I want you to grab every pair of panties that you own and be quick about it."

Kimberly knew where this was going; it was one of the games she had liked to play with her ex-husband. He often controlled what panties she wore or did not wear. Kimberly made her way to the dresser and opened the top drawer. She pulled out all the panties inside, opened the second drawer and grabbed a few more pairs, the second set much smaller and more revealing. She placed the panties on the bed.

"Now," Sharon said. "We are going to make three piles. One will be your stripper panties. One will be your granny panties and the third will be your work panties. Show me each pair and I'll tell you one, two or three. Begin."

One by one Kimberly held up the panties. The G-strings, thongs and boy short panties were all put in one pile, the conservative panties, the kind that Kim wore to the doctor, were in the second pile. When they were finished there were only two piles.

"Go grab some garbage bags and a gym bag if you've got one," Sharon commanded.

Kim obeyed.

"Now, put all these panties," Sharon indicated the colorful pile of sexy panties, "in the gym bag. You will take these to the strip club. Put the rest in a garbage bag."

It dawned on Kim that there were no other panties; the ones that Sharon had said would be for work. "Miss Reed," Kim said, "what about work."

Sharon laughed. The laugh instantly reminded Kim that Sharon was not her friend; that Sharon was not having fun with her. The laugh was full of malice. "That's just it, Kimmie. Panties are not something you get to wear, ever. Well, that's not true. I find it more humiliating to let you wear panties as a stripper. Each night you dance, you can wear a pair of panties for the first song. Imagine how good they're gonna feel as you slide them on. You'll feel normal for what, five minutes. Then, you get to take them right off. I want you to remember what it's like to wear panties, that way you can miss not wearing them the rest of the time. Isn't that great? And it gets better. Your panties are gonna be souvenirs. After you take them off, with the music playing and all eyes on you, I want you to give your panties to a guy in the audience. Not just any guy, the guy who tips you least during your dance. I wonder how long it takes for people to figure that out. Don't tip, get panties. How much money will that make you?"

No, Kim thought, I am doing this because I need the money. "Please, Miss Reed, I need the money. Let me give them to the biggest tipper." She was debasing herself now, dropping to her knees and begging Sharon not to hurt her this way.

"No! That's final. But you do beg nice. Maybe it won't be too bad. Maybe no one will catch on and if they do, they'll think you're just trying to coax some cash from him."

Kim was really scared now, what seemed fun and just a tad risky was getting too real. But, she thought, choking back a sob, I can't stop now. Her pussy was dripping.

Sharon continued, "Next, bras are a thing of the past, throw them all away."

Kim scampered to obey, worrying about working at the college without a bra. She kept quiet.

"Now, your legs. They will not be covered again. All pants, shorts, jeans, sweats, anything with legs gets put in a trash bag. Got it?"

Kim was nearly in tears as she went through the dresser and then the dual walk in closets, packing her clothes, half of which she got with her emergency fund after the divorce, into the white garbage bags. When she was done, she returned to the bed where Sharon was sitting.

"I don't want you to get fired, actually," Sharon said, admitting it to herself for the first time, "where's the fun in that. So I'll let you keep most of your tops for now, but from this day forward, we're carpooling. I'll come by every morning and help you dress for work. Then I'll drop you off after work unless I have some fun planned for us. Now, grab all your skirts."

To Kim, it just kept getting worse. She had started to warm to the idea of playing these games with Sharon, but now she realized that it wasn't a game. To Kim it was something she had to do to keep her house. To Sharon it was a game; a game that only Kim could lose. Kimberly gathered up all her skirts and spent twenty minutes trying them on for Sharon. The skirts were sorted into three piles, unlike the panties that had only been divided into two. The first pile of skirts was thrown away; they were too long and conservative and that was not allowed. The second pile contained exactly three skirts. Kim had blushed as she tried them on. The longest of the three was twelve inches in length and while it covered her ass and pussy, she knew she'd consciously have to watch how she moved to prevent revealing what she was wearing, or not wearing, underneath, the other two were just a bit shorter with the third revealing the sweet curve of her ass. The third pile was skirts that Sharon ordered to be taken to the tailor and have shortened to twelve inches. Twelve inches, Sharon explained, was the maximum length her skirts could be.

"What about work?" Kimberly was shaking in fear.

"Don't worry about it; there's no dress code at the college. Well," Sharon was giggling now, "no dress code that the college dictates. But you definitely have a dress code. Stand up and put this on." Sharon handed her a skirt. With it on Sharon said, "With your hands straight down, you touch skin. That is your dress code. All skirts and you need to show me all your dresses next, will have this requirement; with your arms down, your fingers touch skin. Got that? What is your second rule?"

Tearfully Kimberly squeaked, "With my arms straight down, my fingers touch skin."

"Exactly. Now, like I said. I don't want you to get fired, but I do want you to be humiliated and believe me, you will be. Your students will get an eyeful but only if you're not careful. I'll clear your attire with the Dean; I have tenure and am on the advisory board. Besides, you have no choice."

They went through the dresses and Kimberly got to keep four dresses that met the second rule. Each was short and revealing; one was black and mostly see-through, Kimberly had only worn it once for her ex-husband to a swinging function. One was bright green and tight, wearing it, Kimberly would definitely stand out. The third was basically two short pieces of velvet with a lattice-work of strings holding the front and back together and keeping the sides open. The last was totally see-through and wearing it Kim's lack of panties and brassiere would be evident.

Besides, you have no choice. Kimberly kept hearing that in her mind and her legs nearly buckled; that was the part that she got off on and why the strip club did not bother her. At the club, she had a choice, the power to remove and arouse. With Sharon, she had no power, she could only obey; she had no choice. Her face flushed with arousal, not embarrassment over those words.

"Now," Sharon said. "Put the bags in my car. Hurry up. Put the clothes from the rug in the bag, too."

Kim grabbed the first bag when Sharon interrupted her, "take that dress off. We've seen your clothes, and you wear nothing in the house, remember?"

Kim started to protest and then thought better of it. She removed the dress and naked took the four bags of "garbage" to Sharon's car including the blouse and brassiere by the front door. She returned to find Sharon putting the approved clothes in the smaller of the two walk in closets. The larger one was now totally empty save as even Kim's shoes were moved to the smaller closet. "Your clothes are so small; you don't need the big closet do you?"

"No, Miss Reed," Kim said with her head bowed low. It would be another reminder of her place, Kim thought, like the panties at the strip club.

"Now then," Sharon looked at the blushing and still aroused Kim, "do you have a cell phone?"

"No, Miss Reed," Kim admitted. "I could not afford one and it's just a luxury."

"Well then, I'll pick you up tomorrow for work and dress you, my little Kimmie Doll. Then, after work we're going shopping and I'll take you to the club and I'll stay the whole time watching you, won't that be fun? Don't worry about the money, I am well off, as I said, and it's only right that I buy the clothes I want my Kimmie Doll to wear."

Kim said nothing; she just sat there with her head bowed in shame and resignation. And, she hated to admit it, arousal.

"Third rule," Sharon said with a grin that hurt Kim, "no masturbating without an audience, even if that audience is just me. Got it? What's the third rule?"

"No masturbating without an audience," Kim choked on the words. Masturbation was so private, so personal; revealing it was worse to Kim than the revealing clothing.

"Very good." I may not know tonight, Sharon thought, as she was certain that Kim was going to have an orgasm almost as soon as she left, but I'll know for sure soon enough. Her mind was spinning with good ideas. "Now, walk me to my car." Sharon grabbed the gym clothes full of panties.

Kim walked Sharon out of her house still naked, looking around to see if her neighbors were watching. The houses near her were quiet and still, but would they stay that way? She wanted Sharon to hurry.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning. Be a dear and count to 100 before you go inside. Good night, Kimmie."

With that Sharon drove home and Kim counted to one hundred in less than twenty seconds. She then ran inside, locked the door behind her and sat on her dressing rug and masturbated. Twice.

5

"Hi, Dean Waters. Sorry to call so late."

Dean Waters was a patient man and dedicated to his job; a call this late did not surprise or bother him. The conversation did. When he finished listening he rubbed his temples and said, "How short are we talking?"

"Well, if she's not careful, you could tell what color panties she has on. I was surprised too, but you know, she just got divorced and has not been feeling sexy. That's what she told me anyway over dinner. I think she's just trying to find herself again, to feel sexy again. The students here are young but almost all of them 18 or older, so they're adults. I think the young girls are not helping her ego; she's nearing thirty. And I looked; we don't have a dress code per se." Sharon was rushing through her speech.

Dean Waters thought it over and reluctantly agreed, "we don't have a dress code, you are right about that. She's a good teacher; if she wants to show off, to feel better about herself, then I guess I'm okay with that as long as her students don't complain and she keeps doing her job."

Sharon smiled a toothy smile of victory. "I'll let her know, Dean Waters. Thank you, sir."

"Good night, Sharon."

Chapter 3

1

Kimberly was sitting on her bed, freshly showered, when the doorbell rang. She looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was twenty till seven; Sharon was apparently anxious to start Kim's day. She had not slept well, the day with Sharon running through her head. She knew she'd obey Sharon but was uncertain as to the real reason. She had been excited by her near exposure at the restaurant last night and just thinking about masturbating with Sharon watching was making her pussy moist. Imagining the revealing clothing she'd be wearing aroused her and while she hoped her time on campus would be tame she secretly hoped it wouldn't be as well. Was saving her house the icing on the cake or was it merely the meal before dessert? She wasn't sure and all night, with sleep just toying with her, she thought of what she'd be made to do. She had wondered the day before if she could and as the doorbell rang again she reasoned that she could. She could indeed.

2

Sleep had eluded Sharon as well. Like Kim, Sharon had masturbated to two wonderful orgasms. And, like Kim, she had lost sleep playing the day before over in her mind. She was certain that she owned Kim and the feeling of power that swelled in her was enormous. The thought was exciting in a way she had never felt. It was a drug that burned in her with the fury of a lightning strike. She owned the bitch; little miss perfect would obey her. If the thought of losing her house did not keep Kim in line, then the thought of releasing the pictures she had of her would. The revealing pictures at the strip club were one thing, but the pictures from yesterday of Kimmie masturbating would definitely keep that bitch obedient. It was so personal that Sharon was certain Kim would want to keep those pictures secret, no matter the cost.

Smiling, nearly laughing, Sharon rang the bell a second time.

3

Kimberly stood naked at her front door and invited Sharon inside. The street was empty and Kim held her breath until she shut the door behind Sharon.

"Good morning, Kimmie." Sharon was gleeful seeing Kim standing there nude.

Kim did not know what to say and so kept quiet.

"Is that anyway to greet me? I guess I won't have to take things easy on you today after all."

"Good morning, Miss Reed," Kim nearly tripped on the words trying to get them out.

"Too late." Sharon was laughing now. It was just too easy.

Kim bowed her head.

"Now, what are your rules?"

Kim looked at Sharon and recited the rules that she'd been given.

"Very good, Kimmie," Sharon said and seeing the blush on Kim's face she knew that the bitch had broken the third rule the night before. "Now, let's go and decide what you're going to wear to work today. Don't forget, we're going shopping this afternoon." Sharon led Kim to the bedroom and commanded Kim to stand by the bed. Sharon remembered the clothing from the night before and immediately chose the black skirt, just about eleven inches in length. She rifled through the blouses and chose a light blue, long-sleeved blouse with a hemmed collar. Sharon bent and grabbed a pair of black pumps with a modest two-inch heel. "Here you go. Carry these to your rug and then get back here."

Kimberly grabbed the clothes with her nipples hardening at the thought of wearing the small pile to work. Could she? She asked herself again. Her pulsing sex answered the question for her. She placed the clothing on the rug and hurried back to Sharon.

"Now, put your hair in a pony-tail and do your make-up just a bit heavier than normal and be quick about it." She pulled her camera out of her purse and snapped a few more pictures as Kimberly hastened to obey. Sharon wondered how hard it would be to create a web page; she needed some place to put all these pictures, she reasoned. "Let's go," Sharon said as Kim finished with her make-up. As she had hoped, Kim looked younger with how she'd done her face and hair.

Kim stood on the white rug and pulled the skirt up her legs. She had only worn the skirt out at night, never during the day and she felt it was just too short! She ran her hands along the back and the skirt covered her ass completely and she was fully covered in the front, but she was very aware of her lack of panties and she was worried if the fact would be evident when she sat. She pulled on the blouse; her nipples were standing firm and proud and even covered they were the most noticeable thing about the shirt. "Please," Kim said, "this skirt is too short for the classroom."