Webslut Madison Ch. 11

"But I thought you at least had decided to come back next year?" Her dad quizzed.

"Oh, definitely. But most of my friends are going to be gone. It's going to be so different!" This comment was followed by another long silence, while Madison thought about other ways that next year could be different - maybe Dan would actually force her to show off on campus. Maybe her online blackmailer would make her a household name all over the globe. She could only hope.

"Well, we're back," Madison's mom said as the car pulled into the apartment parking lot. Without too much dialogue, Madison exited the car and walked up the stairs to the apartment and let her parents in.

"I think I'm going to change," she said quietly as her parents sat down on the couch. Her dad nodded, and Madison turned and entered her bedroom, careful to lock the door, before she began undressing.

Madison, of course, opened in her phone to make a short video as she unzipped her gown, proving that she had gone through with the task. She even commented, whispering so as not to be heard, that her pussy was red and swollen and that she really wanted to get fucked.

She stopped the video once she was completely nude and had taken off the clothes pins, and quickly sent the videos to her blackmailer, making sure to thank him and say that she was eagerly awaiting her next task. Madison briefly thought about fucking herself silly, but a couple self-inflicted slaps to the face convinced her that, for one thing, it would be inappropriate to do this when she could finally act like her normal self in front of her parents, and for another thing, she was a true slut and a true slut did not deserve to satisfy herself sexually, and that she was so horny and slutty that the only way she would be allowed to cum would be by riding a real cock.

"Okay, so - what to wear?" Madison wondered. She slapped herself again. "Nothing too plain," she whispered to herself. "Even though my parents are here, I can still be a little slutty. Just not like what I wore to class the other day."

Madison carefully selected a mid-thigh denim skirt. It wasn't her shortest, but it was by no means her longest. The bottom hem was just below her fingertips. She also selected a pastel off-shoulder knit sweater that was slightly cropped to show an inch or two of her stomach.

Madison put on a red lace thong, and then the skirt. It was tight, tighter than she remembered, but this just made her more confident in her choice. She spread her feet as she stood in her room, if for no other reason to feel the sensation of her legs being bound together by her clothing. She looked back at the top after she had put on a bra that was styled similarly to her thong.

"What I like about this is that it's not so extreme that Dad will say anything. I mean I don't look like a total whore. But he will think it. I will feel like a slut. And I will stay turned on until I go out and get me some hard cock tonight! Madison looked in the mirror as she pulled it over her head and positioned it properly on her body.

Madison's shoulders easily protruded out of the top hem, exposed to the world. Her navel was barely exposed, in between the top and skirt, and the piercing was barely exposed along with it. All of he sudden, Madison realized that maybe she looked like more of a slut than she had intended, and started having second thoughts. She also realized she still had "slut" written on her stomach, just higher up and not in an area where it was in danger of accidentally being exposed in this outfit.

"Slut," she said, slapping herself hard in the face. "You wanted it, and now you're going to wear it!" Slap, slap, slap went Madison's hand, bullying herself into compliance. "Fucking whore. You know what you get for second guessing yourself? For wanting to be a good girl? You don't get to wash this off now," she said as she pulled up her swearer to expose the writing. "In fact, you're going to go over it again!"

Madison took out a marker, black this time. She slowly traced over what she had previously written in red. Then, for good measure, she traced next to it in red marker, making the letters bolder, wider, more humiliating, and perhaps most importantly, harder to wash off.

Madison gave her face one more good slap before she pulled down her sweater, put on a pair of leather ankle boots and opened her bedroom door, ready to wear an outfit that dared to show her parents what she really was on the inside, but without any real danger of making them think too poorly of her. Instead, it just served to remind Madison what she was on the inside.

Madison actually enjoyed the rest of the time with her parents that day. She also enjoyed turning her back to them, lifting her sweater to expose the "slut" written there, smiling, and taking a selfie with her parents in the background. She sent that one to Dan. Madison also enjoyed Dan's text back instructing her to remove her panties until she was alone. She went into the bathroom, took then off, and spent the afternoon with nothing under her skirt.

Madison did really enjoy her day, though, I'm between the hidden suggestive acts she performed. She even went out for a brief shopping trip with her parents when they were all in a better mood. However, her kind was starting to wander by the evening, and she couldn't wait for her parents to return to their hotel - after all, she was sexually starved and had a big night planned.