Kim was a senior vice-president of a stock brokerage firm in
New York City. She had attained such a high position in part by
playing the part of the consummate, castrating bitch. No one in
the office had been able to successfully challenge her. One thing
was certain, she did NOT get where she was by sleeping her way to
the top. She was determined to make herself successful by using
her brains, not her body, although her body WAS gorgeous. She was
envied by every woman in the office and was the unsuccessful lust
object of virtually every man in the office.



She usually dressed very conservatively, wanting to make the
point that, although she had numerous assets, they were not to be
considered in the business world. Her assets were, however,
difficult to ignore. She was medium build, about 5'5", 120 lbs,
about 35-22-35, with legs far longer than anyone deserved--and
magnificently tapered to small ankles which were usually atop at
least 3" heels. When she walked, her long, blond hair swished
side-to-side to match her hips. Her breasts were large and well
formed. Although they were large, they did not dangle downward.
They pointed almost straight out from her body with only the
slightest downward direction. Her areolae were silver-dollar
sized, and her nipples were large to match. The nipples and areola
had an accentuated contour of their own, and gently rounded out
away from the rest of the gentle curve of her breasts. She was
VERY PROUD of her magnificent breasts. She considered these the
best of a number of her tremendous assets. She ALWAYS wore a bra!!


However, Kim was bored. She longed for a secret change in her
life. She was tired of being the bossy bitch, but wanted to remain
in control of her business life. Her solution was to advertise in
the Village Voice for a "master" to take control of her personal
life, but not her professional life. She wanted to be secretly
dominated, but under her conditions, of course.


About a week after placing the ad, she received a call at the
office from a man who called himself "WHIP." She reluctantly took
the call, to find that he was answering her ad. She was excited,
but concerned about how he could call her at work when her ad only
listed her home number.


"Don't concern yourself with trivia! If you want to do my
bidding, you do not question my methods! It should prove to you
that I know who you are, and have means at my disposal to observe
you at all times. From now on, it is not your role to question,
merely to obey! You will receive a package today at the office.
While still in your office, you are to remove all your clothing
including your pantyhose and underwear, and put on what is in the
package. You may then put back on the beige heels you now wear,
but nothing else! NO BRA, NO PANTYHOSE, NO PANTIES--NOTHING!!
Inside the box will also be a set of instructions as to what you
are to do next. Do EXACTLY what the instructions say. I will be
observing you. If you do not follow the instructions, you will
never hear from me again!" He hung up.


Kim was both angered and excited. She realized that her
panties were soaked before the conversation ended. It was about
10:30 a.m. She waited expectantly.


The box arrived shortly before 11:00. Kim accepted the box
amid the questioning glances of her co-workers, went into her
office, and shut the door and blinds covering the windows which
looked out into the general office area. Inside the box was a
simple beige dress. It was made totally of chiffon. The top was
a halter style, the waist was tight-fitting, and the bottom was
full and flowing--and it was short--VERY SHORT!! Kim had never
worn anything like this before--certainly not to work!



She locked the door and removed her clothing and underwear.
The dress matched her 3" heels perfectly, and fitted literally like
a glove. The hem came to mid-thigh. It was long enough to cover
her ass and pussy, but not by much. The halter top buttoned in the
back of her neck, and the dress buttoned all the way from between
the twin pieces of layered chiffon which barely covered her
breasts, to the bottom of the skirt in front. Kim thought this
odd, but the dress was gorgeous, and looked like a million dollars
on her.


She looked like a billion dollars in it!! There were enough
layers of chiffon on the top that she was covered, almost. The
halter sides did not quite cover the curves of her breasts, and
there was a hint of darkness showing through where her nipples
hugged the material. The dress dipped to the waist in back. The
bottom was similarly layered so that the outline of her hips was
visible, but just barely. The 3" heels added a tapering length to
her legs that would give the impression graceful curves that ended
with the promise of ecstasy barely concealed by not quite enough
layers of chiffon.

Because her pussy was covered with truly blond hair, there was
no true giveaway that she was wearing nothing underneath--so long
as she didn't twirl or move fast or didn't stand in front of a
window! Kim knew that she could only wear this dress in carefully
selected, private, concealed locations. She could never let anyone
she worked with see her like this! She started to remove the
dress, but remembered to look for the sheet of instructions. She
found an envelope marked "Kim." The instructions read:

"You have elected to do my bidding. What you will do, you
will do because I decide it. It is involuntary on your part. You
have no choice but to obey! You are to wear this dress in the
office until 12:00 noon. You will carry on all your normal
activities until then. You will not do anything to hide your body.
Your hands will remain at your sides when you walk. You will not
cover your breasts or pussy at any time. When you sit, you will
pull the skirt up in back so that your bare bottom will sit on the
chair. You will let the skirt ride up to where ever it may when
you sit. At 12:00 you will leave the office. As you go out, you
will carry only your beige purse, and will leave by the path that
takes you along the large windows which look out onto 6th avenue.
You will walk slowly, allowing everyone ample opportunity to admire
your charms. As you leave the building, you will take a cab to the
Metropolitan Museum of Art. You will go directly to the Havermeyer
Collection and rent a walking audio tour tape of the collection.
You will view the collection and await further instructions.
Remember--as you leave, you never do anything to hide your charms.
If the wind blows, you let your skirt do what it will. You do not
avoid backlighting. As you sit, you must hike up your skirt and
sit directly on the seat. You may place your legs together as you
sit, but you never cross them."


Kim stood dumbfounded! This was not what she had bargained
for! She was horrified at the humiliation she would feel by
wearing the dress and parading around the office as she was
commanded--much less to go outside on the street--and not be
allowed to cover herself! But more than anything, she was just as
determined that no man would get the best of her. She would show
him! She was also secretly determined to fulfill her fantasy. She
packed her work clothes and underwear in the box and stashed it in
her closet. She resumed her work.

Occasionally workers would knock at her door. On entering,
they would be startled and stare momentarily, catch themselves, and
stammer on about whatever it was they originally wanted--if they
could remember. Kim was both humiliated and excited. She soon
realized that her ability to remain seated most of the hour was of
little comfort, because her desk top was glass. She soon found it
uncomfortable to constantly hold her knees together, and she
frequently found the entering workers staring through the glass at
her slightly parted thighs. Sitting as she was, her skirt was
riding high on her creamy thighs, and barely covered her pussy when
seated. She also realized that it was 12:00 noon and she would
have to stand and walk out of the office in front of a series of
large windows and a staring office full of workers. As she got up,
she realized the seat was wet. She was thankful that she wasn't
sitting on her skirt.

Kim picked up her purse and left her office, locking the door
behind her. She nervously strolled across the office to the
windows, turned, and walked slowly down the long rows of desks to
the elevators. She realized that the chiffon halter top did
nothing to stop the lewd juggling and swaying of her magnificent
breasts as she swayed from side to side in her long strides.
Likewise, the chiffon skirt swished from side to side, flipping up
on the sides of her hips as they swayed. She did not look at the
office workers, but was aware of a hush that came over the floor.
She could feel the stares as the backlight from the windows showed
her curves plainly under the chiffon top and skirt. She was
thankful she was a natural blonde!

At the end of the row of desks, she had to turn with her back
to the windows briefly to turn a corner to the elevators. The
people on the last row got a full backlight frontal view of her
supple curves, and perhaps even a glimpse of pussy hair between her
legs as she walked. She knew the image she presented oozed sex!
Kim had never felt so embarrassed and out of control. The elevator
opened, and Kim entered. She was thankful that no one else was in
the elevator. It gave her a chance to compose herself. She opened
her purse, took out a kleenex, and wiped her moist cunt with it so
the juices would not run down her leg. The kleenex wiping across
her clit suddenly sprang her senses into reality. She had no idea
she was so excited. One or two passes with the kleenex, and she
almost came in the elevator. She quickly put the kleenex back into
her purse just before the elevator stopped on the ground floor.


Kim walked out of the building and onto the street. She felt
totally naked and unprotected. Her tits continued to bounce
suggestively. There was a light breeze, but no real wind.
However, chiffon does strange things. A light breeze may be a
hurricane in disguise when it hits chiffon. As Kim stood on the
street hailing a taxi, the breeze caught her skirt and blew it up
almost to her crotch. She instinctively caught it and held it
down. Then she remembered her instructions, gritted her teeth,
took a deep breath, and slowly moved her hands away from her skirt.
Again the breeze flirted with her hem, and Kim again began to feel
the excitement of her exhibitionism build.


Suddenly, just as she stretched on tiptoe to hail a cab, the
wind hit her skirt and blew it to her waist. She realized that
those behind had a clear view of the curves of her magnificent ass
and pussy hair between her legs as she stretched, legs slightly
apart, as she went up on tiptoe, one arm out to her side and the
other straight up in the air to hail the taxi. She was totally on
display and unable physically or mentally to cover herself. She
was even more aware that those in front had a clear frontal view of
her blonde patch, pink pussy lips, and clit which was now totally
erect with excitement. Although mortified, Kim obeyed her
instructions and did nothing to reduce the extent of her display.
The wind seemed to hold her skirt there for an eternity, but it was
only for a few brief seconds. She felt as if she were all naked
legs, tits, ass, and pussy on display for all to see. She was
right!! A cab screeched to a halt, and Kim quickly got in,
remembering to lift her skirt. She let out a small cry as her bare
ass touched the cold leather seat of the cab. The cabbie seemed
unduly interested in his passenger until they finally reached the
Museum of Art.


Kim paid the cabbie and got out. Although the wind had died
down, she had to climb the three flights of stairs to the entrance
of the museum. She felt the stares of everyone climbing the stairs.
behind her. She was sure that the cheeks of her ass, if not her
Her entire pussy, was on display to those climbing after her. She
entered the building and had to climb another, steeper flight of
stairs to the second floor of the south wing of the building where
the Havermeyer collection was on display. Funny, she thought.
Here I am on display with some of the greatest art works of the
past two hundred years!! As she was instructed, she bought an
audio tape at the entrance to the collection.


She thought it odd that the man at the tape counter seemed to
pull out a special tape just for her. She plugged it in and began
to listen to the explanation of the collection as she walked around
the exhibit. As she walked, she noticed many people taking a
special interest in her. She seemed to always find herself near
the same group of interested men and a few women. Suddenly, the
tape changed.

"Kim, I have been observing you. I am observing you now. You
have done well. You have put your magnificent on full public
display. Your lessons in obedience will continue. Now you will
leave the exhibit. Before you leave, you will drop your purse in
the gift shop and squat down to pick it up. You will face the exit
of the exhibit as you do, and will part your legs slightly as you
pick up the purse. Your pussy will be on full view to whomever
comes out of the exhibit at the time. You will pick up your purse
as if nothing had happened and exit the exhibit and the museum.
You will walk along Central Park East until 72nd Street, where you
will hail a cab. You will take the cab to the New York Hilton
Hotel. You will go to the registration desk and introduce yourself
by your real name, produce identification, and ask for the key to
room 1501. You will place the key in your purse, and open the
envelope that will accompany the key. Further instructions will be
in the envelope. Leave now, and don't forget the purse incident
before you leave."

Kim looked around nervously, trying to pick out a likely
suspect as her "observer." She noticed several possibilities, but
she really had no idea. She proceeded to the exit into the gift
area and looked around. There were many people around, and people
were coming out of the display area constantly. There were simply
too many people to do what was asked of her! But she know she had
no choice. Anyway, hadn't she already made a display of her charms
on a public street? What difference would one more make? She
dropped her purse.


As it hit the floor, it made a terrible crashing sound, and
everyone looked her way. Now not only would she have to put
herself on display, everyone was noticing her at the time! She was
beet-red with embarrassment. She slowly squatted down, parted her
legs, giving the exiting men a full view of her pink pussy lips,
pouting clit, and slightly open vaginal entrance. She, picked up
her purse, and slowly got up. As she exited the exhibit, she heard
applause from the men. She quickly exited the building.


As she went back out on the street, she was quickly aware
again of the breeze flowing between her legs, and the stares of the
people as the sight of her scantily clad body strolled down the
street. Her 3" heels made her legs appear longer that reality, and
her strides were wide and graceful. Her hips swung widely, causing
her chiffon skirt to sway gracefully with each step, riding high on
her hips, even without the aid of the wind. The street was full of
the usual strollers, tourists, and derelicts, all gaping in awe at
her beauty and brazenness. In the bright sunlight, all her charms
were not quite hidden, but not quite visible. There was always a
suggestion of nipple, and pussy, but only on those rare occasions
when the wind would catch her skirt and whisk it to her waist would
the viewers truly get a view which would last them a lifetime. It
was during these brief minutes that Kim turned red with
embarrassment, and her clit grew fuller with excitement. She
approached 72nd Street, and hailed a cab. It was only a short time
before she reached the New York Hilton.



There was something about the hotel that bothered her, but she
could not remember just what it was. She entered the lobby,
thankful to be out of the wind. However, the guests in the hotel
paid her an equal amount of admiring stares as she approached the
registration desk. She announced her real name and asked for the
key to 1501. The desk clerk handed her the key and an envelope.
She placed the key in her purse, as instructed, and opened the
envelope on the way to the elevator:

"You will go to the 15th floor and exit the elevator. Go
immediately to room 1501. When you arrive at the door, you will
turn and face down the hallway towards the elevator. You will
immediately remove your dress regardless of who is in the hallway
with you at the time. You will remain facing toward the elevator
while you do this, with your full frontal nakedness totally exposed
to whoever may come down the hallway. You will leave the dress on
the floor. You will leave the shoes on. Only after the dress is
off may you look for the key in your purse. You will take the key
and open the door, turn with your back to the elevator, spread your
legs, and bend over from the waist to pick up the dress. In doing
this, you will make your legs, pussy, and asshole visible to anyone
in the hallway as well as the frontal view they will have already
had. You will then enter the room, place the "do not disturb" sign
on the outside knob, and close the door. Regardless of the
situation you find yourself in, you must remain calm and give the
appearance of self-assuredness throughout your self-exposure. Once
inside, you will not deadbolt the door, simply allow it to shut.
You will notice the drapes closed. DO NOT open them! You will
find additional instructions on the television in the room. FOLLOW
THEM EXACTLY! I WILL BE OBSERVING YOU!!"



Kim nervously exited the elevator and turned the corner toward
room 1503. She gratefully realized that no one was in the hallway
in either direction to witness her pending self-exposure. She
arrived at 1503, faced down the hallway toward the elevator, and
reached up to unbutton her halter. It fell away, exposing her pert
breasts. She glanced about nervously, and proceeded to start
unbuttoning the rest of the dress. She heard the elevator "ding"
and heard voices!! Two men came around the corner about 50 yards
down the hallway. She was in full view! There was no way they
could miss the show now! She halted, then continued hastily. She
remembered the instructions about self-assuredness, and slowed her
fingers, her embarrassment heightening.

With the men about 30 yards away, the dress fell to the floor,
giving them a full view of her breasts, curves, and blond pussy.
Her statuesque figure with the 3" heels was breath-taking. She
could see the desire and astonishment on the men's faces, as their
pace quickened. She reached in the purse. She could not
immediately find the key! Finally, after what seemed to be hours,
her fingers found the key and she inserted it into the lock. It
did not unlock!! Terror mounting, she reinserted it again. This
time, the green light came on! Kim slowly turned with her back to
the men, parted her legs with her knees about a good foot apart,
and bent over from the waist to retrieve her dress. This gave the
still approaching men a full-length view of her pink pussy lips,
protruding clit, open and now-glistening tunnel, and brown puckered
asshole before scooping up her dress and entering the room. She
managed to put out the "do not disturb" sign and close the door
just as the men passed the door. She heard a single comment,
"Magnificent show!!" Kim was dying inside of embarrassment and
ready to come with excitement.


The room was dim. Kim noted that there seemed to be an alcove
about 10 X 10 feet wide which extended out beyond the walls of the
room. The entire alcove, front, sides, and ceiling was covered
with drapes. Although she was tempted to look, she remembered her
instructions and did not. She also noted that the bed was in the
alcove, with the foot of the bed closest to the window, as if one
would lie in bed facing the drapes. The bed was magnificent. It
had a brass head which extended at least 4' above the mattress.
The corner posts were large and all four extended about four feet
above the mattress. The horizontal bar between the head posts was
about two feet above the mattress. There were six smaller posts
between both the head and foot corner posts which ran from top to
bottom, equally spaced between the corner posts. The foot was also
of brass, of the same design, except the horizontal rail between
the corner posts did not extend above the mattress. She also noted
some other rather foreboding "instruments" on the bed. As
promised, there were additional instructions on the television.
She opened the envelope:

"Put your dress back on, Kim, but leave the shoes off. You
will then go to the bed and arrange yourself as follows: First,
place the penis gag in your mouth and buckle it snugly behind your
head. Next, place the large cuffs around your ankles and attach
them with the metal clip which you will find next to them. Next,
place the blindfold on your eyes and buckle it behind your head.
You must not be able to shake it off or see around it. Before
placing the blindfold on, note the position of the two smaller
wrist cuffs attached one on each side of the bed head by a short
chain. After putting on the blindfold, merely place each wrist in
the cuff and it will close automatically. Then you simply await
your further lessons."


Kim was more that apprehensive and a bit disappointed. After
the humiliation and excitement of her exhibitionism with the wind,
at the exhibit, and above all, in the hallway, she found it a bit
of a letdown to put the dress back on. However, she was
determined, and did as she was told.

Then she walked to the bed and placed the penis gag in her
mouth and buckled it behind her head. It was surrounded by soft
foam. In addition to making her speech unintelligible, the
addition of the surrounding foam changed her loudest cry into a
muffled mewing sound. She then placed the large cuffs on her
ankles and connected them by the 2" clip. Then she placed the
blindfold over her eyes, buckled it in back, and tested it by
shaking her head. She was surrounded by darkness. She lied out
full-length on the bed and carefully arranged her skirt so that her
upper thighs and pussy were covered. Finally, she reached up and
felt for at the ever-menacing wrist cuffs. Her near-crucifix
position on the bed represented the finality of capture. She took
another deep breath and slowly placed her left wrist in the left
cuff. She felt it tighten, then suddenly snap shut with a loud
"snap." She waited, then decided it was too late to back out now.
She slowly felt for the right cuff with her right wrist, and again
felt the tug, and sudden closing "snap." Now she was caught!


Sudden panic and fear came over her. She started to struggle.
She jerked at her wrist cuffs, twisted side-to-side, and heaved her
legs up over her head. As she did, her knees parted widely, and
her skirt fell back above her waist totally exposing her now widely
displayed ass and cunt. She suddenly realized what she was doing,
and the total futility of it, and calmed down. She twisted back
and forth a bit in order to move the skirt down somewhat, but she
was never really sure if her pussy was totally covered as before.
She was sure that one tit was still totally exposed. But she also
knew that she had really no choice but to lie there quietly and
await an unknown fate.

It seemed an eternity, but it was really no more than a few
minutes. In fact the whole episode from the arrival of the dress
at her office to the present moment was no more than two hours!
From behind her she heard a snap at the lock, an opening door, and
a snap shut. A second snap told her that the door had been
deadbolted. She heard footsteps coming near the bed. Next she
felt hands smoothing down the skirt, making sure she was totally
covered, and replaced the exposed breast gently under the halter
top.

"Perhaps this won't be too bad after all," she thought.
Little did she know.

"Welcome, Kim. You have done well. But your humiliation has
only begun. You thought you could be an obedient slave under YOUR
conditions! NOT SO!! You have elected to do my bidding. That
must be unconditional! You have done well so far by doing my
bidding in the office and in public without question. But that was
child's play. Because the office is where you feel you must retain
total control, that is where your greatest exhibition will take
place."

As he talked, Kim felt fingers behind her head loosening the
blindfold. In the dim light, she saw a man dressed in a business
suit, apparently excellent physique, with his facial features
hidden behind a rather foreboding leather mask.

He suddenly opened all the drapes to the fullest extent. She
was suddenly surrounded in front, sides, and top with glass. As
her eyes slowly adjusted to the light, she realized what it was
about the hotel that bothered her. Her office was across the
street from the back side of the hotel, and the 15th floor of the
hotel was one floor below her office! Now, she was on full display
to her entire office! Would they know it was her on the bed? Her
on display? OF COURSE THEY WOULD! They were too close not to
recognize her hair and face. And after the show she put on this
morning, they would CERTAINLY recognize the DRESS. This could not
be!! She started to struggle again, but quickly remembered her
added self-exposure before and did not want to expose herself to
the office. She feared what display her captor had in mind. She
was no stranger to sex, but only on her terms with a carefully
selected secret clientele. She was used to dictating the terms of
sex, not having them dictated to her.

He continued, "Well, perhaps not IN the office, but certainly
with the office as your largest audience to date. They have been
clued as to the show which is now about to begin. The opening of
the drapes was the cue. You were the only one in the office "in
the dark" so to speak. But that is OK. YOU ARE TO BE THE STAR!!"
I am to be known to you only as "master." You will address me as
such when I allow you to speak at all."


Now it was certain. All the office staff knew exactly who was
on the bed. Who was on display. Who was to be the star of the
show! Kim noticed that the windows were quickly filling with
curious onlookers from her office. Most of them she knew and
despised. All of them despised her, and she was sure they would
enjoy the show. Well, she would show them. She would remain rigid
and unresponsive, no matter what. No man was going to get the best
of her!


Her "master" pulled Kim down on the bed until her knees rested
over the brass foot of the bed, with her lower legs dangling
unceremoniously over the edge. The chains holding her wrists to
the bed head were barely long enough to allow this amount of
stretching. And stretched she was! Her arms were absolutely
straight and spread widely out and up. Her breasts, while
impossible to flattened against her chest, were stretched to their
limits as well. She could feel her wide nipples stand erect with
anticipation. He picked up a short chain and attached one end to
her right ankle cuff and the other end to the bottom of the brass
foot of the bed. Now Kim was totally restrained.


The "crucifix" position in which she now found herself was
symbolic of the finality of her captive and vulnerable situation.
She shuddered in anticipation of the unknown that was about to
happen. He disconnected her left ankle chain, drawing her foot as
wide as he could to the left, and reattached it with another short
chain to the bottom rail of the brass foot just on the outside of
one of the smaller vertical posts. Then he released her right
ankle, and reattached it in a similar position to the right. He
added straps to her knees, binding them to the top railing and
around a vertical post of the brass foot. Her legs were not only
spread, she could not turn at all now. She was spreadeagle in an
accentuated, stretched "X" position on the bed. The wide angle of
her legs caused her skirt to ride up high on her thighs to the
point that she could no longer be sure her pussy was still covered.
At any rate, she was certain that her pussy was gaping widely now.
She could feel her cunt lips part as her legs had been widely
splayed, and could feel the moistness of her love tunnel trickle
down the crack of her ass. Her clit was throbbing for attention.
She was slowly dying of embarrassment and humiliation. She tried
to struggle, but realized that she would only add to the amusement
of the crowd. She found it hard to comprehend what might happen
next. Here she was, bound spreadeagle, barely covered at all, and
totally at the mercy of a stranger who had complete control over
her body. BUT NOT HER MIND! She MUST remain in control of her
emotions. She lied perfectly still.


"Well, Kim. It's time to get the show started. We cannot
proceed with the main instrument of the show still covered. We
must now reveal your charms to the audience so they can properly
appreciate their response during the show which is to follow."

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Kim uttered, more mentally than verbally.
The only sounds that escaped from her mouth were soft mewing
sounds. She shook her head from side to side frantically, and
uselessly. He simply couldn't expose her to the office staff. But
she knew he would! She regained her composure and stiffened her
resolve, realizing that there was no way to save herself from this
indignity. But she would be stoic at any cost.

She felt his fingers behind her neck slowly undoing the
buttons of the halter top. She expected him to take down the
halter, but he did not. With the neck now undone, he left the
halter in place, still barely covering her magnificent breasts. He
then slowly began to unfasten the buttons in the front of the
dress--ever so maddeningly slowly!!--and surprisingly gently! He
did not allow the dress to fall away as he undid the buttons. He
slowly worked his way down the top of her tummy, across her navel,
down-down the lower abdomen, softly across her gaping blonde patch,
and finally to the bottom of the hem of the skirt. The dress was
now completely undone, simply lying over her as the only wisp of
protection between her bound, totally nude, and gapingly exposed
body and the onlooking throng in the office building across the
street.


"Now for the first part of the show, Kim. I am going to open
the dress completely from top to bottom and display you to the
audience as I have seen fit. When I expose you, you shall lift
your ass off the bed so that I may remove the dress from under you.
This will also give the audience a much better view of your open
cunt."

Kim was horrified at what was about to happen! But she knew
it WOULD happen!! She closed her eyes and stiffened. Suddenly,
without warning, he grabbed both sides of the front of the dress
and rapidly whisked them apart. The two halves of the chiffon
dress parted in one quick motion from her breasts to the hem,
falling from side to side, leaving all her charms suddenly totally
exposed to the protruding eyes of hundreds of office workers in one
split second.

Kim opened her eyes to stare into the faces of silently
clapping and quiet shouting from across the street. THEY LOVED HER
HUMILIATION! Then she saw IT!! A VIDEO CAMERA WITH A TELEPHOTO
LENS AIMED DIRECTLY AT HER!! A new wave of desperation came over
her! Not only was she on public display, but a video camera was
directed at her exposed cunt. Not only were her charms and
reactions to be on display, they would be recorded! The tape could
be copied and distributed for the pleasure of anyone who desired a
copy!

"SO BE IT", she thought. Defiantly, she raised her hips as
instructed, right at the camera lens. She could see the increased
demonstrations of pleasure at her predicament from the onlookers as
she pointed her gaping cunt high towards them. She felt the dress
being removed, and she slowly, provocatively lowered her hips back
to the bed and tried to relax. Once again, she remained stoic.

"Kim, I know that by nature you are in control. I shall
change that. I have already controlled your body. You WANTED me
to control your body. Now, I believe you have determined that I
WILL NOT control your mind. I shall prove you wrong. You have no
choice but to be displayed for all to see. But I will also cause
you to abandon your control over your emotions as well. You will
react to my every touch. You will thrash and scream totally out of
control. You will become a reflex animal with no concern for who
sees you or how exposed your private reactions become. I will play
your magnificent body like a fine musical instrument. The tone and
quality of the music you produce will be totally a function of
which keys I press and how I press them!"

This was the final straw. THIS, KIM COULD NOT ACCEPT. She
simply would prove him wrong!


"Resist as long as you can, Kim. It only causes me
excitement. I love training wild animals. I love playing musical
instruments. And I love an audience. Incidentally, Although you
cannot hear the audience, they can hear everything I say, and
everything you try to say. They will hear my instructions and your
responses over loudspeakers set up in the office." He looked
toward the building. "Everyone clap now."

Kim looked up and saw everyone clapping at once. How much
more humiliation could she endure? She would find out! Her
"master" moved to the side of the foot of the bed.

She felt his hands start at her left ankle and slowly move
upwards, feeling the smooth silkiness of her legs at every inch.
Kim cringed in silence. He stopped at the back of her knee and
stroked back and forth slowly, and proceeded upward toward her
outstretched crotch. She gritted her teeth against the penis gag
and closed her eyes tightly in anticipation of his hands against
her gaping sex. It did not happen! As his hands neared her most
secret parts, they left, only to return at her right ankle and
start again with the exact same motion. This time, as he neared
her privates, his hands moved to her flat, stretched abdomen, and
slowly moved from side to side upward across her navel, upper
abdomen, lower chest, closer and closer to her magnificent rose-
tipped mounds. Her breathing quickened as she began to sweat. His
hands stroked up the sides of her breasts, across the tops and
onwards, slowly up her tightly bound arms to gently touch her
fingertips. On the way down, he lightly touched and stroked her
cheeks.

She was feeling herself give way to his gentleness. She could
not believe that he didn't simply do it. She was beginning to WANT
him to just DO IT and get it over with. But he was living true to
his promise to play her like a fine instrument--slowly--gently.
But he would never gain control, she told herself, hoping she could
continue to keep the promise to herself.

As his hands left her face, they slowly moved to her milky
mounds. This time they did not avoid their target. Kim felt him
violate the sanctity of her most precious assets. His hands began
by gently stroking the sides of her breasts as before, then slowly
began to move in slow circles around their fullness, the circles
becoming smaller and smaller until he was gently stroking and
flicking directly across her nipples. The sensation was slowly
driving her to arousal in spite of her attempts to remain
insensitive. Then the hands began to gently knead the breasts,
squeezing and letting go, moving in circles, kneading and letting
go. Kim began to moan as best she could beneath the gag. Her eyes
opened and looked down as her nipples were grasped solidly between
thumb and forefinger and SQUEEZED HARD!!

"AAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHH!!" Kim tried to scream, but again, sounded
only like MEWS emerging from the gag! She struggled to get away
from the intense pain coming from her nipples. She could imagine
the pleasure felt by the audience at her torment. She looked up to
see a clapping, shouting, silent audience.


After what seemed to be an eternity, her nipples were
released, and the slow wave of the after-shock of the pain of
sudden release hit her anew. His hands slowly slid down, down
toward her sex. She knew the moment of total humiliation was at
hand. His fingers slowly slid over her blonde patch and down
between her legs.

Now only his right hand was at work. Fingers toyed with her
pussy lips, slid down to her vaginal opening and back up across her
center cleft towards her clit. She quickened her breathing again
and began to moan and struggle as his fingers finally reached her
throbbing, erect clit. He gently brushed back and forth across the
nubbin. He paused to part her pussy lips so the clit was totally
exposed. It was in such a state of excitement that it was
protruding from its sheath and was remarkably swollen. He knew it
must be at maximum sensitivity. He gently moved his index finger
down again, slowly inserting it into her hot, quivering tunnel all
the way to the knuckles of his hand. He stroked the insides of the
love tunnel around and around, up and down. Kim was beginning to
buck involuntarily now. His fingers left again, this time wet with
pussy juices, and again approached her swollen clit. He moistened
the clit and renewed his attack by flicking and stroking right on
the exposed nub.


"NNGGGGG, NGGGG, NNNNGGGGGG!!!," was about all Kim could get
past the gag. She had abandoned all pretense of control. She felt
the waves of impending climax begin to swell within her breasts and
loins. He was truly expert, and was driving her mad with desire!
The oogling office staff couldn't have been more pleased. She saw
faces pressed to the window and binoculars began to appear to get
a better close-up view of her displayed sex and tits. Then, just
as the climax was about to hit and give her release, the hands
vanished!! Kim continued to thrash as best she could, pleading,
begging beneath the mask--all to no avail!

Suddenly, a new sensation. She felt fingers on the soles of
her feet--dancing wildly--TICKLING WILDLY. Kim simply had not
anticipated this!! No one knew this secret. She was terrible
ticklish--everywhere. An now her most ticklish places were exposed
and totally available to his dancing fingers. She couldn't stand
it. BUT SHE HAD NO CHOICE BUT TO STAND IT!! She jerked her feet
wildly within the limitations of their restraints. The sensations
were maddening, and there was no escape!! Then she felt the
dancing fingers traveling up her legs, driving her to new heights
of intolerance. He gently stroked the backs of her knees,
differently than before, now more gently, faster, maddeningly.
Then on to the insides of her thighs, flicking over her belly.

Finally, Kim felt the fingers slowly work themselves up
towards her most ticklish spots--her ribs and sides of her breasts.
She began to buck wildly as the dancing fingers played her ribs
like a harp--up and down, back and forth under her breasts, around
her breasts, down to her belly, back up. She was going mad. She
couldn't stand it. She couldn't breath. Her eyes bugged wildly.
Her hands and arms grabbed at the air for something--anything to
grab hold of. She could only shriek silently into her gag, begging
him only in her mind where NOT to go next!


"AAAAIIIIIIIEEEEE!!! Not my RIBS. AH-AH-AH-AAIIIIEEEEE!!! Not
my TI-TI-TIIIIIITTSSAAAAIIIIIEEEEEE!! No! No! NO MORE!!
AAAAIIIIEEEE!!" she shrieked through the muffling gag. But she
knew that only she could hear her pleas. His dancing hands kept on
for what seemed to Kim to be forever. Her bucking and grasping
caused delight in the audience. Between gasps for breath and wild
tosses of her tresses in desperation, Kim caught occasional
glimpses of her wildly cheering, silent audience seemingly mocking
her torment and terror. She was sweating profusely now, and was
responding with total abandon to the stimulation she was being made
to endure.

AND THE CAMERA--THE ALL-SEEING CAMERA RECORDING HER STRUGGLES
FOR FUTURE ENJOYMENT!! A new feeling of panic and abandon took
control over Kim's emotions, and she struggled anew. Suddenly, the
dancing fingers were gone. Kim took the opportunity, short as it
was, to get her breath, and tried to calm down.

"Take a look, Kim," she heard him say. She looked up to see
a can and razor. "I'm going to shave your pussy bald. Even though
your hair is blonde, it covers your cunt too much. You owe it to
your fans that they be able to see ALL of the instrument which
makes their star respond so delightfully." A new sense of
mortification came over her.


Kim felt the cool foam as it touched her splayed cunt. His
hands expertly smoothed the cream over her blonde patch, gently
stroking the clit so as to bring her to new heights of arousal
before starting his primary task. Now the gloating audience would
have a totally unobstructed view of all her most secret places.
They would be looking directly into her moist love tunnel, her
pussy lips, and would have a full view of her swollen clit. Not
even the thin protection of her pussy hair would conceal her from
the prying eyes, the binoculars, AND THE CAMERA!! Kim turned her
head to the side, unable to look at the audience while her "master"
started to shave her pussy bald.

It didn't take long. Soon, he had shaved her pubic area and
pussy lips. She was as smooth as a newborn baby, but she certainly
bore no resemblance to a baby. Her bald pussy acquired a new
sensitivity as the cool room air constantly reminded her that she
was now totally bald--totally exposed as never before! What could
happen next? Would he FUCK her in front of the audience?
Silently, Kim began to realize that this was probably her final
degradation. She could only resign herself to await whatever fate
he had in mind. She was totally unprepared for his next move!

"Kim, you probably think I'm going to FUCK you as a finale to
the show! I'M not going to fuck you, but you will be fucked--as
you have never been fucked before! First, we need to adjust your
position a bit. Your display is not quite complete yet!"

Kim saw him place bars in an "X" fashion between the tops of
the four corner posts of the bed. The bars had numerous holes in
them. He placed a series of pulleys on the bars and ran 1" nylon
rope through them. He attached one end of a strand of rope to each
of the head corner posts, and the other end of each rope to each of
Kim's ankles. He pulled the rope tight, holding the excess of both
ropes in his hand. Then he removed the bonds holding Kim's knees
and ankles to the foot of the bed. She felt her ankles being
pulled up toward the ceiling, spread apart, and pulled back over
her head. The rope was tied.

Kim's legs were left splayed widely apart, with her feet high
in the air straight back just past her head. She looked down to
see her gaping pussy facing up toward her audience. She wiggled
wildly. She could imagine the view she presented. Her bald pussy,
gaping cunt, AND NOW HER VIRGIN ASSHOLE WAS ON FULL DISPLAY AS
WELL!! NO ONE HAD EVER SEEN HER ASSHOLE!! Her "master" then
attached a new strap across Kim's hips and attached each end down
to the lower end of each foot corner post. This effectively
prevented Kim from bending her knees and trying to cover herself at
all. Kim saw the ever-present camera getting a full frame view of
her totally displayed cunt and asshole!!


New pulleys, new devices. Thin wires were placed over four
new pulleys, two on each side. Funny devices were attached to the
ends of the wires. The wires went up to one pulley, across to the
other on the same side, and down. Suddenly, Kim knew what the
devices were!! They were CLAMPS--TIT CLAMPS!! She had seen the
disgusting things in magazines! NOT ON HER!!


"Yes, Kim--ON YOU!!" It was as if he read her mind, sensed
her terror! He grabbed one nipple and squeezed hard! He slowly
opened the clamp, placed it over her nipple, and let go!


Kim bucked wildly. The pain was the most intense she had
felt! Wild mewings escaped anew from her gag. She thrashed about
as wildly as she could. Anything to get the thing off her tit!!
Then she felt him grab the other nipple. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" she
silently screamed into her gag. The other nipple felt the same
torture as the first, and a new wave of terror swept over the
captive blonde. Slowly, the pain subsided somewhat. Gradually,
Kim began to wonder what the other end was for. Just then, she
felt his hands on her pussy lips, and SHE KNEW!!


The pain of the first clamp was on her left lip, then her
right. She started to struggle, then realized that the more she
struggled, the more intense the pain in both her pussy and tits.
The clamps were attached to the wires by short springs. Tension in
one end caused tension in the other. The only thing Kim could do
to reduce the pain was to raise her hips up as far as the
restraining strap would allow. That was about 8". But it was
enough for her to feel a difference. But her "master" wasn't
finished yet.

Kim saw him between her legs. Her gaping pussy invited his
attentions. He again began stroking her center slit. His fingers
moved rapidly up and down, flicking her swollen clit, entering her
tunnel to stroke the side walls, driving her passion up to new
heights once again. Then she felt his finger in a new place. He
was using his wet finger to gently stroke the area directly around
her virgin asshole!! A new sense of humiliation came over her!! NO
one had EVER TOUCHED HER THERE!! She knew what he had in mind, and
knew that nothing he had demanded of her yet would equal that kind
of humiliation. But she also knew she would feel it! As his other
finger continued to play with her sex, she relaxed her rectal
sphincter in a wave of pleasure and felt his finger slip in through
her ass. The sensation was at once mortifying and pleasurable.
The mounting wave of pending climax was immediately heightened in
a way she had never before felt. Then the finger was withdrawn.
Her "master" held up a 6" long tapered device with a depressed
ridge at the widest end. The diameter ranged from about 1/4" to
about 1".

With no warning, Kim felt the finger replaced with the cold,
slippery instrument--an anal plug!! It went in full length, and
was held by the action of her rectal muscles on the circular
depression beneath the widest part of the plug. A wide base just
beyond the constriction prevented the plug from getting lost within
her bowels. Kim squirmed as much as she could, but could not empty
her bowels of the stimulating device. She noticed a wire coming
from the base. The "master" held a box in his hand which was
attached to the other end of the wire. He turned a dial. The plug
began to vibrate within her bowels. The stimulation was maddening!

The master still wasn't finished. A stiff rod was attached
between the lower part of the "X" frame overhead. It hung down
directly above Kim's gaping cunt. The master attached what
appeared to be a large, penis shaped dildo to it, with a wide
extension just above and about 3" back from the "cock" head. He
lubricated the dildo well, and manipulated a thumbscrew on the
shaft of the rod. The rod telescoped down and Kim felt the dildo
slowly enter her gaping cunt tunnel. It spread her as wide as she
could stand. The depth of penetration was carefully designed by
the master.


If she raised up to relieve tension on her tits and pussy, the
cock penetrated her fully, and the wide extension pressed firmly
directly into her bald, protruding clit! If she lowered her hips
to partially remove the dildo, and move her clit away from the
extension, she increased the painful tension in her pussy lips and
tits.


Then the final blow! ANOTHER BOX ATTACHED TO A WIRE COMING
FROM THE BASE OF THE DILDO!! She watched in horror as the dial
twisted! The dildo began to vibrate in mocking rhythm to her ass
plug. The extension was vibrating as well. She could stand the
tension in her tits and pussy only so long. She had to move her
hips up to relieve the tension. The full length of the dildo
quivering in her pussy, moving along the vibrating walls of the ass
plug drove her to new heights of ecstasy!!

THEN THE EXTENSION HIT HER CLIT!! The sensation of the
vibrations on her raw clit caused her to explode in a spasm of
orgasm. She bucked uncontrollably, straining against the
restraints to their limits. Up and down, up and down. First to
relieve the pain in her pussy and tits, then to increase and
release her orgasmic spasms caused by the vibrating dildo in her
pussy and on her clit. There was no escape. Orgasm after orgasm
came over her!! Each time she relieved the pain in her tits, the
pressure of the vibrator on her clit caused a new spasm.


Soon her clit was raw, and the orgasmic pleasure was replaced
by a new form of orgasmic pain and added torture. The sensitivity
of her pussy and clit made the orgasms more unbearable than the
pain of the clamps on her pussy lips and tits. She wondered when
the torture would end. Through her ecstasy/pain she saw the office
staff and THE CAMERA leering, smiling, watching her torment. Total
satisfaction for them. Total degradation for her!

"Kim, I'm going to leave you now and go back to work at OUR
OFFICE!!! I'll come back for you when the office closes in about
an hour. I doubt anyone will get any serious work done the rest of
the day, but we all do have to punch out on the time clock, don't
we--thanks to you. Otherwise, I'd stay and help you work through
your misery. See you later. Don't go away."


Kim frantically motioned for him to stay. Silently she begged
him to relieve her of her torment--to stay--to FUCK HER--even in
front of the office--ANYTHING. But she heard the terror of the
door opening and closing with a single click. Now it was just her,
the clamps, the vibrators, the pain, and the spectators. She
continued her waves of orgasmic torture to the continued delight of
her audience. After all, she was now a spectator sport. Which
pain could she endure longest? Could she stand the constant
vibration against her clit longer that the tension pain in her
pussy lips and tits? Or vice-versa? She saw a new face in a
neatly tailored dark suit in the window. She couldn't quite make
out his features, but she was sure she would eventually get to know
him better.

The master watched from the office window. He could now hear
the applause and jeers from the workers. He watched with pleasure
the gyrations Kim was performing across the street. She was indeed
a STAR. Her performance was continuing the promise to be better
than anyone's wildest expectations. It would not be her last. He
would continue the training when he finally released her from her
current torture at 5:00.

 

great story and good format, so easy to read. Can't wait for the next episode