It Can Always Get Worse

"Hi," Vera said, recognizing the woman that had been here the previous Thursday. "Are you here to take me up on my offer?"

Sharon nodded, "yes, I am. How about Monday nights; it seems my," she paused, trying to remember what she had previously revealed. Finally, "slave has Monday nights free and she would be glad to be your mannequin."

"Wonderful," Vera exclaimed, surprised and genuinely pleased. "What time?" Did she sound too anxious?

"Six o'clock."

"Great. I'll see you both then."

They shook hands and with the deal done, Sharon went to find her little Kimmie.

9

Kim was working her way through a men's clothing store when Sharon found her. Her skirt was up around her waist, her ass being shown to an old man in a wheelchair with an oxygen tube attached to his nose. It made Sharon laugh seeing Kimberly debase herself and her sex throbbed with rising heat. She savored her power over this woman and could understand the adage about power corrupting; she did not want it to end. She snapped a few pictures of the man reaching out to caress Kim's ass and then stepped back as Kim approached yet another man to ask her demeaning question.

10

Kim was numb by the time she finished. It had taken nearly two hours and at the end she could only hope the men she approached would say 'ass' as she still had to bear her naked backside eleven times after the other two were completed. But, still, it was her breasts and twat that men wanted to see. It took and additional forty-five minutes to get through the last eleven requests to see her round ass.

Finished, she approached Sharon and reported the completion of her humiliating task. Her body was wet with perspiration and she didn't think the color would ever fade from her face. She was happy to have the chore behind her and anxious to leave the mall; the safety of Sharon's car was preferable to the open chamber of the mall.

"Very good, Kimmie," Sharon said. "I have some wonderful pictures of you." She loved how Kim shook at the mention of pictures. "I bet you're ready to go home now, aren't you?"

Was it a loaded question? "Yes, Miss Reed."

"Well, let's go. We have one more stop to make."

Kim could only follow Sharon to her car.

11

Sharon stopped at the tailors and as before, she ordered Kim to stay in the back seat with her legs spread wide. Kim simply obeyed. She replayed the day in her mind as Sharon picked up her dry cleaning. It had been the most humbling, degrading and humiliating day of her life. She had shamed herself over and over with no prodding from Sharon, everything she had done she did on her own. Sure, she tried to reason with herself, she had been ordered to and she obeyed so as to keep her secrets and her house. But, she hated to admit it, she had enjoyed herself. She had felt a sense of power as the men she flashed shifted uncomfortably as they tried to adjust their pants. She had aroused these strangers and now, sitting in the back of Sharon's car, she felt safe. The men did not know who she was; her humiliation had ended and with it only the memories remained. Memories that made her pussy leak.

Her nudity held power: the power to arouse others; the power to shame and arouse her, even the power to save her house. It was, to Kim, an interesting thought.

Sharon returned to the car and draped the wrapped bundle of clothes on the passenger seat. She got in and started the car without a glance back at Kimmie. She drove Kim home, neither of them speaking until Sharon pulled into Kim's driveway. She looked at Kim who seemed to be lost in thought and smiled at the blush that still adorned Kim's cheeks. "I've only got one thing for you to do tomorrow," Sharon said.

Kim looked at her, "yes, Miss Reed."

"You need to make sure there is nothing in your car you can use to cover up. Empty your trunk as well as the interior, this includes the floor mats. There is to be nothing you can use to conceal yourself in your car. You'll be following me to work on Tuesday. I'm going to inspect your car and if I find even one thing," she held her index finger up, "well then, you'll be dressing on the porch, got it?"

A day away from Sharon sounded like Heaven. "Yes, Miss Reed."

"See you Monday."

Chapter 6

1

In all of history there have been countless examples of luck changing people's lives. Good luck could turn a battle, change fortunes and save lives while bad luck could end marriages, force ruin or cause the death of millions. Sunday morning, Emily Bradford had the fortunes of luck smile down upon her as she sat eating Rice Chex in her bedroom. Her luck came as a picture message. A gentle tone announced the arrival of the picture and Emily could only stare at it in silent disbelief. The picture was of Kimberly Turner wearing an extremely short skirt holding her tiny t-shirt up to her chin. In the picture, Kim's breasts and the hard points of her nipples were clearly visible as was the crimson flush on her face.

Emily pushed her cereal bowl away, the Chex growing soggy as they sat uneaten in the bowl. Her eyes were glued to the picture in the small display. Why would Ms. Turner do that, she wondered? The blush on her face implied that she was at the least embarrassed by what she was doing. Was she coerced? Forced into the lurid display? It looked exactly like the skirt she had been curious to see Kim wearing on campus Friday and she could not help but wonder if there was a connection. Countless questions raced through her mind. It was, she knew, the best story a second year Journalism student could happen upon. She pressed a button, saw who sent the message, and dialed the phone.

2

Sharon Reed stood next to Jason Norgan, her boy-toy, a student at the college that had just turned nineteen, or maybe twenty, as he crouched beneath Kim's desk. "So can you do it?" She could hear the excitement in her voice.

Jason nodded, "easily. Are you sure you want to do this? It seems, I don't know, wrong?"

Sharon loved how naïve the boy was. Sharon moved closer, pressing the crotch of her jeans into his face, "it'll be okay," she said.

He glanced at Sharon and ran his arm up her jean-clad leg to cup her ass.

She slapped his hand away, "first, finish what you're doing and then you can do teacher on her desk."

He needed no further encouragement.

3

It took Kimberly Turner less than twenty minutes to empty her car. She could not help but wonder where she would be driving; she knew she'd be naked. Why else would Sharon insist that there was nothing in the car that could be used to shield her body from view? Sharon had said she'd by driving Tuesday but Kim doubted that with her car clean it would be the only time she'd be driving. But, really, she wondered, how bad could it be? Could it be any worse than riding in the back of Sharon's car with her legs obscenely spread, flashing her pussy to whomever could peer into the confines of the car? Kim thought driving herself would be tamer and was actually looking forward to the solitary embrace of her car. At least, if she was driving, her legs would be closed.

4

Jason donned his shirt and watched Sharon fasten her jeans. He picked up his pants and slid them on. He wondered if he was the luckiest man alive; and he had to be a man, didn't he? He was having sex regularly, with a woman nearly twice his age, and doing things that could be considered illegal, conspiratorial and was definitely immoral. Doing it, he felt powerful. He felt like a man.

Sharon finished dressing, "show me how it works."

Jason sat in Kim's chair and opened the lower left hand drawer of her desk. When Sharon had searched Kim's desk, the drawer had been empty, now a laptop computer sat there, its lid folded and four wires snaking out the back. Jason lifted the lid and the blank screen cleared and the log-in prompt appeared. Jason typed the password Sharon had chosen and a small black video screen appeared.

"The program is always running," Jason explained. He pointed under the desk and Sharon crouched down to look where he indicated. "This switch here," he touched a tiny footswitch, "starts things up." He pushed down on the switch with his right foot. Under the desk a tiny lamp illuminated the recess under the desk and on the computer screen the black window changed to show Sharon looking at the switch and Jason sitting in Kim's chair. He nodded to the screen, "as long as the switch is pressed, the video camera is on and recording and the video is being uploaded to a web page, just like you asked."

He had enjoyed making the web page and more than once he had masturbated to the pictures and videos that Sharon had given him. On the screen Sharon watched everything that Jason was showing her. She was elated at the quality; the light helped to obscure any shadows. Jason released the switch and the video display on the laptop's screen once again went black and the running counter in the video window stopped incrementing.

Jason reached into the open drawer and opened the web browser on the laptop. He typed in the URL and the page he had created opened. On the screen a picture of Kim appeared, one from her dancing at the club. Her legs were spread and her arms above her head. Her breasts were displayed, only a small box concealed Kim's pussy. On the box a caption read, "Open me up and come on in." Jason clicked the box and the main page appeared. Across the top were icons labeled "Pictures," "Video," and a third labeled "Live." Jason clicked the "Live" tab and the screen changed to a black box.

Sharon stared at the screen.

Once again Jason stepped on the footswitch and after about a twenty second delay Jason's legs and Sharon's face appeared in the box. Jason pulled his foot from the switch and Sharon watched the display go black. "As long as this switch is pressed, the video will be running and whoever is sitting here will be live to the world." He did not know the woman's name, but he knew what she looked like. "I will take the live feed and turn it into videos that can be downloaded and saved." To Sharon he sounded like an excited child. "It shouldn't take too long until there are lots of people seeing this page."

Sharon stood up and pulled Jason to her. She kissed him, her hands pulling his hair. She was wet, the thought of Kim's humiliation fueling her desire. She plunged her hands into Jason's pants and within ten minutes of dressing they were naked again.

5

Sharon arrived as Kimberly's house at twenty before seven Monday morning. Kim greeted her at the door with her brown hair still wet from the shower. "Good morning, Miss Reed," Kimberly said with a subservient tone in her voice. She hated the way Sharon made her feel; owned, abused and small.

"Good morning, Kimmie," Sharon said with a grin. She looked at her little dress-up doll, standing naked in her own foyer. It must be humbling to be so out of place in your own home, she thought. The thought made her grin expand. "Let's get you dressed, shall we? We need to get to class early today. I have a surprise for you."

Kim knew she would not enjoy it. "Yes, Miss Reed."

Sharon led Kim into Kim's bedroom. It was amusing how things just clicked into place, Sharon mused. Kim was acting as the slave she was, taking a submissive tone and following Sharon as a pet should. Sharon reveled in the power; it was better than sex. Sharon poked through Kim's skirts and grabbed one of Kim's original skirts made of black cotton. She handed it to Kim and pawed through the blouses and grabbed a white blouse with a soft lace collar. "Here you go," Sharon said as she left the bedroom. "Hurry up. We don't have much time."

Kim followed Sharon to her Dressing Rug and donned the skirt. Her face fell and her mouth opened in shock at the length of the skirt. The skirt she had worn on Friday and Saturday had been short, the edge of the skirt playing peek-a-boo with the rise of her ass. This skirt was a full inch shorter, but to Kim it felt a mile more revealing. Her ass was not fully covered; a good portion of her naked backside was displayed. The front was hardly better, the fabric ended just below the apex of her thighs. Looking at herself in the mirror, Kim's face was white with shock. Her pussy, while covered, was just barely hidden from view, the fabric of the skirt ended at the edge of her sex. Any movement on her part and her sex would be revealed. She wanted to scream, she wanted to hide, and she wanted to flee the evil grin that crossed Sharon's face. But she couldn't. Her home depended on her going along. Swallowing heavily she pulled on the blouse and with a forced smile she followed Sharon from her home.

The warm air caressed her pussy like a lover and her skirt rubbed teasingly against her ass. Her head was bowed in shame until Sharon called her on it and with the harsh words she raised her blushing face to the world. The sounds of the morning went unnoticed, only how she was dressed crossed her mind.

"Get in and spread," Sharon commanded.

Kim climbed into the back seat. The first thing she noticed was that the skirt pulled up as she sat and even with her legs held together her pussy was displayed as was her lack of panties and pubic hair. The skirt was too short! Sitting demurely still revealed her sex. Red-faced, Kim parted her legs, her nakedness displayed, and her pussy gaping and demanding her attention. Kim's pussy opened with her legs in its own parody of a smile.

Sharon watched her struggle with her pose and savored the humiliated look on her face. Grinning with how easy things were, Sharon said, "new rule, Kimmie. You are not allowed to cross your legs. Got it?"

Kim hated those two words. "Yes, Miss Reed." Dressed as she was, she could not wait to get to class to hide behind the safety of her desk; it wasn't as preferred as her home or the strip club, but at least it was one of the few places she felt hidden from view. The humiliation was still there, only the exposure was absent. She wondered at the realization that a strip club, naked in front of countless strangers, was a reprieve from her almost constant embarrassment.

Sharon backed from the driveway and drove to the campus. "Remember, keep your head up. If I have to tell you, you'll pay for it. Got it?"

"Yes, Miss Reed."

It took ten minutes to get to work and when they parked Sharon was almost bouncing in joy. She was looking forward to showing the bitch her surprise and she had not asked to be humiliated. Monday was shaping up to be a very good day. She parked the car and barked, "Let's go."

Kim followed Sharon into the school, tugging her skirt lower with almost every step just to keep her pussy covered. Her nether lips peeked from beneath the skirt with each step. Sharon watched her and on the spot made up another rule, "Kimmie, stop tugging at your skirt. In fact, you may only adjust your skirt at each end of a trip. So, you can adjust it when you get out of the car and again when you get to class. Or you can adjust it when you put it on till you get into a car. Got it? You will not adjust it while you are walking. What is the rule?"

She enjoyed the humiliation as Kim repeated, "I am not allowed to adjust my skirts while walking."

Sharon smiled cruelly, "let's change that to clothes, shall we?"

Kim nodded with her eyes wide, "I am not allowed to adjust my clothes while walking."

"Perfect."

Sharon led Kim into the English wing of the campus. There were few students around to witness her humiliating walk. Kim could feel the skirt riding higher as they ascended the few stairs into the building. She could tell without looking that her pussy was clearly visible to anybody that happened to be present. It took all her concentration to not tug her skirt lower and cover her naked pussy. She could feel the skirt tickle her ass and knew that half her ass was on display to the world as well. Her face was crimson and tears tickled her eyes. She breathed a sharp sigh of relief as she entered her classroom and was able to tug her skirt down over her sex, even if it was just barely covered.

"Sit down," Sharon commanded.

Kim sat.

Sharon opened the lower drawer of Kim's desk and logged into the computer that Kim was surprised to see there. The small black video screen appeared, "this is gonna be so much fun," Sharon exclaimed and the tone in Sharon's voice frightened Kim. "You see this?" she indicated the footswitch.

"Yes, Miss Reed."

"Well," Sharon was smiling broadly. She savored the power she was feeling and knew it would be a long time before she tired of toying with this proper little bitch. "When you are sitting, you will keep your legs spread as wide as you can, and one foot will be pushing down on that switch. Try it."

Kim inched her chair forward and spread her legs as far apart as the desk would allow. With her right foot she pressed down on the awkwardly shaped pedal. She could feel the cool air of the classroom caress her sex and the fabric of the skirt bunch at her waist. The desk hid her from view but she still felt exposed. She glanced at Sharon and seeing the picture on the computer screen she pushed back from the desk and stood up. It was too much. Filling the screen had been an image of her wide-open and naked pussy.

"Sit down!" Sharon's voice was iron. "You are going to sit her every day with your legs spread like a woman about to get laid. There is a counter and if the time doesn't add up to at least ninety percent of your day, then kiss your house goodbye. Got it?"

Crying now, the last bit of control she may have had slipping away like time, Kim replied, "please."

Sharon just grinned her evil little I-own-you grin. She waited, her eyes raised, for Kim to retake her sinful position at her desk.

Kim sat back down and slid her chair forward. She parted her legs, feeling the burn in her thighs and the walls of the desk hitting her knees. Once again she stepped on the footswitch. As she did the light under the desk came on and the video camera captured the image of the open pussy. On the screen Kim could see her nakedness and she could feel her face burn with shame. She shifted in her chair and on the screen she watched her body move. It was a video, she knew and the view was obscenely blatant. Once again she tried to reason with Sharon with a simple, pleading, "Please."

Kim Turner went live on the internet.

Sharon just smiled, "It's just so I can keep track of you," she lied. "The counter," she pointed to the run time that incremented on the screen, "will show me that you're obeying me. You're students won't see anything."

Kim wiped her eyes, struggling to stop the tears, knowing her students would be arriving shortly. She tried to calm herself, her eyes never leaving the computer screen and the humiliating display of her naked sex. She was desperate to close her legs but knew the counter that Sharon had shown her would reveal her disobedience. First Sharon, then the phone and now a computer; each day she lost more of herself and sunk further into slavery. She struggled with the knowledge.

"Enjoy your day," Sharon mocked. She walked from the room and paused at the door to watch the bitch struggle to hold her pose. Smiling she looked at Kim and said, "Oh, when you get home, move your dressing rug onto the porch. Got it?"

Shit, Kim cussed herself, how could she have forgotten. With the humiliation of holding her legs so wantonly spread she was surprised she could blush even more. "Yes, Miss Reed." The tears threatened to return.

They did.

6

Emily sat at her desk staring at the picture of Ms. Turner flashing her naked breasts. She could not shake the feeling that the attractive teacher's exposure was not voluntary. Was it the flush on her face or was it the tension etched around her blue eyes? Emily wasn't sure but she knew she'd do what she could to find out. Journalism appealed to her; it seemed the perfect career choice for her inquisitive nature -- and why it was her major- and now, a story (and she knew it was a story) fell into her lap. All day as she struggled though her four classes. She found it hard to concentrate on anything other than the picture on the tiny screen of her phone.