Katie in trouble

THE LAWYER'S OFFICE

Katie stood in the office, of the man who calls himself her lawyer, in her heels and underwear waiting in silence while this lecherous man, who had to be thirty years her senior, stood before her, his eyes roaming her quivering body as she nervously cast her eyes down, her arms awkwardly at her sides.

Silently sipping in her full breasts, curved hips and legs and working his way back up to the shaking young woman's long blonde hair.

Katie just wanted to scream at him, put her clothes back on and run out, over and over in her mind went the anger and frustration, mixed with fear, that she was in this situation, that this was allowed to happen.

The new laws that allowed certain men to accuse unmarried women on their staff of 'disobedience' and 'disrespect' had not been tested more than once since they were introduced quietly over 2 years ago, and the first young lady to be accused had been allowed to go free after 'co-operating' with her defence lawyer and the judge, now Katie was standing here having what they called 'an inspection' from them man who had been appointed, without free choice, to be her defence lawyer.

Katie knew better than to refuse this man's requests.  The price of a guilty verdict was a life as her boss's slave.

After what seemed like ages to Katie, but was probably little more than a few minutes, the man spoke.

"Good, good", he confidently said in a calm tone, as if they had all the time in the world.  Not reassuring to a 26 year old woman forced to stand in her underwear and embarrassingly long heels, shivering, who just wants to be allowed to get dressed.

"I would have preferred you to have removed your blouse and skirt with a little less protest, but now we have you like this I'm pleased with what I see".

Katie bit onto her lower lip resisting the urge to burst into tears at his words, the situation.

"Ok girl", he continued, just as calmly, "so you understand what today is about."  "We will shortly move into the  next room where we will have a, how shall I put this, a discussion, yes, a discussion."  "In the room, as you will have been informed will be your accuser, Mr Harris, the judge who will be hearing your case, someone I know very well, a Mr Runtting, and deciding your fate, and my secretary who will make notes.  I will also be present obviously".

"The aim of our discussion is not for you to plead your innocence, or even for us to discuss the charges that have got you here, but to allow Mr Harris to explain to me, Mr Runtting, and you, what your role would be, how he intends to treat you and what he would expect of you should you be found guilty in court".

His eyes on the girl's now heaving bra clad breasts. 

"Is that clear girl?"

Katie took a deep breath and nodded silently.

After a brief pause the man calmly instructed Katie that it was not acceptable either when they were alone or in the other room to answer a question without explicitly saying "yes Sir", asking if that was clear to which Katie replied with a "yes sir", the humiliation at having to respond like this, to a man who addressed her by her first name, clearly audible in her voice.

The man reached out to take Katie's bare arm, causing her to flinch away in surprise.  Looking back nervously at the man who was slightly taken aback by her reaction, and the pleasant wobble of the petrified woman's bra.

"I am going to lead you by the arm into the next room, is that clear Katie?"

Katie nodded nervously and this time did not protest as he took her bare arm gently, but humiliatingly leading her out of his office.  It was only for a brief few seconds but Katie felt very aware of her attire as they passed into the small corridor and waited for the door to the next room to be opened.

THE INTERVIEW

Despite being told what to expect, Katie was not prepared for the sense of shame she felt being walked into the small room where she saw her boss staring at her in her underwear.  Katie could see that the whole process was designed to make her feel inferior as the three men sat in their suits and the older woman, she assumed was the secretary sat fully clothed in her long dress.

Nothing was said by any of the men initially and her lawyer took up a seat.  There was no desk in the small room and the three men sat on chairs forming a semicircle around where Katie stood.  It took Katie some time to realise that there was no chair for her, and this was the way it was going to be.

"I think we'll have your hands up on your head please Katie" her lawyer calmly announced, Katie watched with anger a smile forming on her boss's face at this instruction clearly designed to humiliate her even further.

Katie looked at the third man, the judge, hoping for some escape but quickly realised she was expected to comply.

Katie raised her arms up to her head, placing them palms down on top, she must have looked like some kind of hooker she thought, standing there in these ridiculous heels, her underwear and her hands on her head.

Her lawyer once again stood, standing in-front of the quivering girl who was trying very hard to stay composed, not wanting to give any of these men the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

"As I have already explained to you girl" he began, looking her straight in her eyes "the aim of this session is simply to allow Mr Harris to explain to me, Mr Runtting, and you, what your role would be, how he intends to treat you and what he would expect of you should it be decided that the best way to ensure that you are an obedient woman going forward if to hand that responsibility over to Mr Harris, essentially to make you his property"

Katie surprised herself, and the others in the room by how quickly she cracked, letting out a whimper as tears began to stream down the girl's face.  It was the humiliating words "obedient woman" and talk of dirty old Mr Harris being allowed to "make her is property" that did it.

The men continued to look at the girl, not showing the obvious excitement they felt at seeing this young girl presented to them like this.

"You are expected to stand here, with your hands on your head, and listen."  "We may from time to time ask you a question, but unless we explicitly do as you a question, you will not be invited to interject."  "Is this completely clear Katie?".

Katie nodded, still crying, and quietly responded with a timid "yes sir".

"Girl there are 4 other people in this room, I will need you to be speaking louder than this, please try again".

"yes sir", she forced herself to say again, this time slightly louder.

"Good", and with that he returned to his seat, taking up his position again ogling the young lady before him.

Mt Rutting, the judge, began to speak, his eyes fixed on Katie's body, despite his question being directed at the young woman's boss, Mr Harris.

"Mr Harris, what do you believe is required to keen a girl that the state rules is disobedient, obedient?, to be more precise, if I ruled that this young lady before us was to become your property, your slave essentially, what would you do with her, and how do you propose to keep her in line?"

"Well, a good first question", Mr Harris responded, briefly turning to glance at the judge but his eyes quickly returning to the legs of the half-naked girl before him.

"I believe that a woman in servitude must be taught to know her place.  That means regular discipline and punishment sessions"

"And how would you propose to 'discipline' this young lady should you be made responsible for her?" the judge interjected.

"Well", responded the girl's boss, "I've always believed that the cane is the best instrument we have for daily use on a slave.  Too harsh, if used properly, for a free citizen, but for a female in bounded servitude it is perfect".  "This girl would receive two sessions with the cane a day to remind her of her place, with other punishments issued as and when required by her behaviour".

Katie's silent tears turned so a controlled sob as she stood and listened to this man calmly explaining how he would cane her daily, with the other two men nodding as if it were perfectly acceptable, for him to do it, to her, her, it was her they were discussing, her body, her freedom.

"Katie would continue to work in my office, although under very different terms obviously", the two other men each raised a wry grin each, "I would select the girl's clothing, and it would be designed to remind her of her place, of her status as a slave", "She and others in the office would obviously be quite aware that whenever she was summoned into my office and the door was shut it would be to receive a punishment or to serve me, privately"

"My office isn't soundproof, and I wouldn't intend to make it so, the humiliation of her colleagues hearing these, sessions, would simply enhance her education.  I firmly believe humiliation forms a very important aspect of discipline I believe".

The judge nodded thoughtfully before asking "And would you ever punish this girl publicly, in your office?"

"Yes, I think so, but it may be back of the legs, that sort of thing, I doubt I'd ever strip her completely naked in the office for a punishment unless she had been very bad.  Not our of any compassion for her dignity you understand" he said eyeing the quivering girl's body up and down.  "I prefer the girl to know that the severe discipline happens in private, where it's just her and me.  Of course I'm sure some of her colleagues will be invited in to observe from time to time".

"And you girl" the judge asked, looking at Katie's tear covered face for one of the first times during the session, "how do you feel about being caned by a master?".

Katie had no idea about how to answer such a disgusting question, she knew she didn't want it, but what answer did the judge want, "i.i." she nervously began, "i.i don't think I'd like it sir".

Her lawyer laughed out loud in one short burst, a grin formed on the judges face and taking his lead, on her boss's face too, "no, i bet you wouldn't" the judge said through his grim, his eyes returning to her body from her face.

This session went on for another 40 minutes, with Mr Harris explaining how he would treat the girl at home, how she would be expected to serve him sexually, how she could expect to be beaten regularly, all the time with Katie shivering and sobbing before them.

"Ok, thank you very much for coming to visit us today Mr Harris" said the judge rising from his seat - What about me thought Katie, I came too, and I'm the one standing half naked being talked about as if I wasn't there.

Katie's lawyer shook both the other two men's hands and lead them out of the office, turning to say to his secretary "could you take the girl back into my office please, I wish to talk to her", "keep your attire as it is girl" he firmly ordered walking out talking to the other men as the door shut behind him.

Katie looked through her tears to the woman before her who was beginning to pack up her folders and place them on a shelf at the side of the room.  The woman looked at the half naked girl with some compassion, but coldly said, "if you'll follow me".

Katie lowered her arms and followed the woman, who left her back in the next office, again standing nervously with her arms at her sides waiting for the old man who was supposed to be helping her, but seemed to be on their side, to return.

ALONE AGAIN

After what again felt like ages standing there in the cold office, wanting to take the weight of her heeled feet and wanting more than anything to put some clothes on, the office door opened and in walked the lawyer.

He initially didn't even acknowledge the trembling young woman, but after placing his folders on his desk he resumed his position in-front of Katie, his face close enough to hers to allow her to feel the warmth of his breath as he spoke.

"Good", "I think you should now understand what the price of a guilty verdict would be for you, don't you girl?"

"yes sir" Katie timidly responded, casting her eyes down in shame at the situation and the though of the horrible things her boss had vowed to do to her should she be found guilty.

"I'm happy to hear that.  And you're also aware that I am your only chance of being found innocent?  As a woman on a disobedience charge it's me or no defence at all".

Katie already knew this, but as she flinched as his hand rose to gently stroke her right arm she also knew that this dirty old man who had made her wear these heels and strip to her underwear was going to want more than the money she was required to pay him for his assistance.

The old man took a step back to admire the full specimen before him, he couldn't believe how lucky he was to have control over this young woman who so far had already complied with all of his orders.

Her knickers looked so slutty, the hair of her young pussy could clearly be made out through the thin fabric, she'd had no idea she would be forced to reveal them when she dressed this morning and she seriously regretted the choice now.  He loved the idea that, despite her knowing what she had under her skirt, his power had forced her to reveal them to him, and also that she knew well enough not to try and cover them now.

His eyes roamed back up to her eyes, and Katie slowly looked up to meet his glaze before darting her eyes nervously back down.

"If I am to believe that you are a good female citizen, a girl who respects men, her superiors, then  I need to see your complete obedience" he calmly continued, Katie's eyes still nervously down, focusing on the fabric of his trousers and his shoes, as she saw her long legs wobbling in her own.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you please girl" he ordered.  Despite the please, Katie knew it was an order and that this man who was supposed to protect her was exerting complete control over her as she quickly moved her eyes up to meet his.

He started into the girl's, not crying but still tear stained, eyes enjoying the look of fear and embarrassment in them while she saw back at his lecherous and stern wrinkled face.

His hand slipped down to run gently along Katie's knicker clad bottom, causing her whole body to visibly shudder, but she didn't dare move from the spot where she stood, or to remove her eyes from his as they both remained fixed staring into each other's eyes.

"Your trial will be soon, probably as soon as next week, and we have much to do in that time to prove your innocence".

"As I believe you are already aware, given that the charges against you will possibly result in sexual slavery, it is necessary for the judge to fully inspect your body to ascertain your value."

Katie hated how much he was enjoying telling her these things, his hand still resting on her pert right bottom cheek as he did.  A wave of humiliation flowed over her as he mentioned the inspection and Katie's eyes looked down in shame.

"EYES.UP.LOOKING.AT.ME.WHILE.I'M.SPEAKING" he firmly said, not shouting, almost spitting each word into her face, Katie felt like a little girl back at school with a teacher, she obeyed looking back into his nasty face, all too aware of his hand still roaming over her right buttock and upper thigh as he spoke.

"Please try not to disobey me girl, or this is going to be very difficult", "y.yes sir" she timidly whispered, hating herself for saying it, 'Disobey' she thought, this man was supposed to be helping her, she hated herself for being so submissive, but she felt she had no choice, she didn't want to be made her boss's slave, being 'punished' by him at work in-front of her colleagues, 'serving' him at home, and being paraded around the city by him.  She just needed to get the next few weeks over and maybe she'd be ok.

"I'm sure you understand that it will help me to defend you if I'm completely sure that you are an obedient girl, one who knows how to serve the men in a superior situation to her?", Katie didn't reply and he didn't push her, his hand now roaming from her bottom cheek, over the top of her thigh, towards the front of her right thigh as he continued, "do you believe that you should be respecting me as one of your superiors?" he asked.

No she thought, I'm paying you for a service, but she knew it wasn't like that, she heard herself nervously responding once again with "y.yes sir".  "Good Katie," his hand running up and down the top of her right thing getting dangerously close to her knickers, but not quite touching, Katie wondered to herself what she would do if he tried to touch her there, would she jump away, slap him, what price would she pay if she did, she'd surely lose her case, but the thought of this dirty old man getting his hands on her most private parts made her feel sick, angry, he head was becoming a mess with fear as fresh tears began to run down her cheeks, his hand continued on her thigh, still not reaching her thin knickers.

"I think you and i should spend some time together away from the office, to allow us to, discuss, what obedience to men means", "would that be acceptable to you?" he asked, his face stern and firm, Katie knew she had little choice, but really hoped he did just mean discuss, she nodded and after remembering added "yes sir" in an almost broken voice.

The lecherous man continued to invade the girl's space for a few more seconds, his hand enjoying it's journey back across her upper right thigh to her right hand bottom cheek and away.  "You may get dressed now, my secretary will be in touch about our next meeting" he said, his eyes roaming down to stare into her ample bra-covered breasts.

Katie took a step backwards, managing not to fall in her heels, and walked over to the chair at the side of the room where her clothes had been draped.

He stood enjoying the show as the young girl first picked up her skirt, and bent forward giving him an eye full of the top of her hanging breasts as she stepped into and pulled the skirt up her long legs.

Next she picked up the while blouse and put that on too, her fingers shaking with humiliation as the old man's eyes remained fixed on her, his eyes momentarily roaming down to her tight bottom in her tight skirt.

Katie bent to pick up her small handbag and turned in her high heels to open the door, "thank you Katie" the man grinned, eyeing her up like a complete pervert, the sort that Katie would sometimes see look at her on the bus, Katie replied "thank you", not sure what else to say, feeling tiny despite the height advantage the heels gave her as she opened the door and walked out of the office, a wave of shame running over her as she passed through the waiting room, seeing her lawyer's secretary look up at her from her desk.

THE MEETINGS

It has been 5 days since Katie's meeting with her lawyer and she'd heard no more about the trial or the meetings that had been mentioned.

Work had been unbearable, Mr Harris had kept his distance, which was a relief to Katie, but she was also sure by the way he was perving over her body out of the corner of his eye whenever they passed each other that he was thinking of all the things he would like to do to her, it made Katie shiver at the thought of this and the experience with the lawyer lead to Katie regularly being found in tears at work.  The other colleagues just seemed to ignore her when this happened, not wanting to get involved, but clearly talking about her behind her back and some of them clearly enjoying the situation.

She was sure to keep her dress modest, trousers and long sleeves only, and no heels, she didn't want to give Mr Harris or any other man the satisfaction.

It was the following Monday morning when she received the letter from her lawyer's office.  It very matter-of-fact announced that she was requested to attend an 'inspection' with the judge that Thursday evening in the law court building in the city centre.  it said that as this was an inspection of her person, 'designed to ascertain her worth as a slave with sexual duties', she was required to dress appropriately: high heeled shoes with a heel no shorter than 4 inches, skirt no longer than 2 inches above the knee which must be 'body tight' and an halter top.  Underwear was optional it said, but no tights. 

Katie's first reaction upon reading this dress-list was to shudder, the perverts she thought as tears began to form in her eyes and she let out a sob causing others in the office to turn and look at her before turning back to their work.  "Are you ok?" asked Kerri, the girl at the next desk with genuine compassion, Katie just nodded silently, but it was clear she was not.

Katie saw through her tear filled yes the last line of the letter she had missed before, "Vagina must be completely shaven, so as to allow inspection", no, she thought, no, please, they're not going to make me strip completely are they?  it's just not fair, it's not right, she sniffed and quickly packed the letter into her handbag, not wanting anyone to get a glimpse of the letter.

Katie tried to not think about that letter or her impending 'inspection' that evening, which wasn't easy and didn't really work giving her a fairly sleepless night.  The following evening she had to think about it.

Katie had a skirt and top that she thought met the requirements of the dress code in the letter, however she had no shoes with a heel anything like as high as 4 inches.  She felt sick in her chest as she walked into the shopping mall thinking about which shops would sell such a heel.  Most of the normal shoe shops were not going to stock what Katie though of as a prostitute's shoe she thought so she walked into ann summers.  They had some that were about 2 inches tall, and only one pair that were 5 inches.

Katie asked the assistant if they had any 4 inch heel shoes and she was told no.  She couldn't think of anywhere else in the small mall that would sell such heels so asked the assistant if she could try on the 5 inch ones.

The assistant brought back the pair of shoes and Katie just wanted to cry at the thought of wearing them for those men.  They were shiny black, with a red outline and a lace that tied up around the ancle.  Katie sat down to try them on, holding them in her hands as a tear rolled down her cheek.

They fitted but Katie found it very hard to keep her balance, she'd never worn shoes so high, she caught a glimpse of her feet in a mirror, she looked like a pole dancer.

She took them off and took them to the till.  'That'll be 49 please' said the assistant, Katie reluctantly handed over her card, so angry at having to pay 49 for some shoes just to make these dirty men get off at her body.

Katie left the shop and went straight home, knowing that tomorrow could be one of the most scary and humiliating days of her life.