Jasmine\'s secret

It was 630 in the morning, and Jasmine was already on the way to work. Rules had changed recently. In order to maintain her magnificent figure, she had to do some exercises every night after work and before work in the morning. Owen and her spoke even less these days, but she always spied an erection coming on when he watched her spreading her legs in the air in the night. In the morning, she had to wake up at 5 and complete a full hour of exercise before showering and heading out. This meant that Owen could no longer fetch her to work anymore, and she had to take the public transport. There were very few people on the metro that early, but the lack of crowds made the tinkling of the bells under her microdress even more audible. Once, a homeless man hiding in the shadows had actually managed to grab her pussy from behind. She had lost concentration for a moment, and he had snuck out behind her and pressed his entire hand under her bodycon microdress to get a good feel. Jasmine had run, and to add to her humiliation, she had heard him gruffly shout in pleasant surprise, “Going commando, slut? I like that!”

She would be the first to reach the office and the last to leave. The receptionist, Tracy, was soon to return to school, and Alice often let her go off on leave. Jasmine was thus thrust with the obligation of being the one to open and lock up the office, and be the stand in receptionist on occasion. In the morning, she would have to do another cleaning of the office - rewashing the dishes in the mini pantry, sweeping the floor and the like. Whenever she had to clean furniture, she was always encouraged to get on all fours and climb on top of them and clean. It was extremely tough, but she had been a tough rugby player in the past and she was always told to face her ass and pussy to the doorway in case someone walked in and wanted a good view.

On the days when she was to be the receptionist as well, she felt extremely exposed. Behind the tinted glass, all anyone needed to do when they exited the lift was open the door, and they would see the beautiful sight of the tanned blonde, fully nude, rubbing her shaved pussy with her legs spread wide on the table. Since Tracy’s desk naturally had a modesty board, Jasmine was made to perch herself on the table instead, and the monitor would be inclined to her so she could still watch porn. Jasmine could hardly remember what it had felt like to be a lawyer, her pussy was so sore every single day from all the work she had been doing with it. Occasionally, when Tracy was back, she seemed awfully upset with Jasmine because regular customers had grown accustomed to having a naked masturbating blond greeting them at the reception. She gradually grew meaner and meaner to Jasmine.

On Tracy’s last day, she decided to treat the entire office to pizza. It was also one of the last few days that they would be staying in that small office, as Alice had decided that their revenue was sufficient for them to move up to a more spacious floor in one of the skyscrapers nearby. The employees had made a huge mess, and Tracy had ordered Jasmine to stay and clean up as usual. This time was much worse than the previous times however, as Jasmine had to retype all the documents that had been soiled. When she had finally finished, her limbs were sore and her eyes could barely open. By the time she managed to grab a cab home, it was 3 in the morning.

Jasmine’s alarm clock rang barely an hour later and she absent mindedly pressed it and went back to sleep. It was nearly 7 when, bleary eyed, she looked around, and to her horror, she realized that she had fallen asleep on the couch still clothed. She hurriedly stripped off, and climbed naked up the stairs, hoping to grab a quick change of clothes, when she found Owen standing in front of her closet with the door open. Jasmine paused for a moment, then cautiously asked, “Honey?” “Oh you’re there. Just wondering, making a sudden fashion statement recently? You know, the piercings, the lack of underwear? I put it down to you just trying to spice things up a little, but don’t you think it’s a bit extreme when we haven’t had sex for 3 months? Is there something I should know?” he seemed almost sad. “I’ll talk to you tonight ok, honey?” Jasmine tried to sound as sweet as she could, holding his firm hand and guiding it to her pierced clit. She had, of course, no idea what to say when the night came, but she knew she was going to be screwed real bad by Alice for this morning. Owen, sighing, just gestured toward the cupboard and moved aside to let her grab a dress.

“Forgot something, slut?” Alice was, expectedly, fuming. By the time Jasmine had reached the office, it was 730 and Melanie had been waiting outside the office. Since Jasmine had the only copy of the key (the other was with Alice), Melanie had been upset. Of course, she had told Alice all about it. Alice, who had already watched the tapes from the CCTV of Jasmine’s house from last night and this morning, was already aware of what had happened though.

“I’m sorry ma’am..” Jasmine could only ask timidly, her head bowed and her arms at her sides with her legs spread.

“I asked you a question. Forgot something?”

“I slept through my alarm clock ma’am, I was really tired from last night’s cleaning..”

“What else did you forget?”

“I forgot my exercises ma’am..”

“Is that all?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m so sorry, I was just so tired, I’m so sorry ma’am..”

SLAP.SLAP.SLAP. Alice slapped her hard, once on each tit and another directly on her pussy. “YOU FORGOT SOMETHING ELSE DIDN’T YOU?”

Jasmine could not recall anything else, and she murmured, “I don’t know ma’am..”  Tears began welling up in her eyes from the pain and as she thought of herself being treated like an insolent child. Alice rubbed her pussy roughly, pulling the outer lips a little.

“Oh, I forgot to shave and I wore clothes at home ma’am..”

“So, slut. I’ve been too nice with you? Is that it? So you think that you’re allowed to sleep in, wear clothes at home, skip your exercises as and when you feel like it, and stop keeping your dirty fuckhole smooth?”

Jasmine was openly crying now. She felt totally worthless. Her life was totally destroyed, she was at the mercy of the most heartless bitch in the world, and she was being treated as nothing more than a disobedient pet. Then came the slap right across her face, and Alice’s, “ANSWER ME!”

“No ma’am, I’m sorry.. Ma’am I’ll do double my exercises tonight, and my pussy is still smooth, really..”

Alice slapped her ten times straight right on her pussy. “Don’t you dare talk back to me. This is a dirty and worthless hole. I don’t care if the stubble can’t be seen. You had your orders to keep it completely hairless. But I see that your IQ fits your hair colour. I don’t care how tired you are either, you better do whatever I tell you to do. If you reach home at 3, you exercise until 4, then you exercise again until 5! If you feel tired in the day, give yourself a good wank. I’m sure all the porn you watch and that rubbing of your slutty pussy will wake you up. A worthless slut like you doesn’t deserve or need a rest either. Are we clear?”

Jasmine timidly answered with a “Yes, ma’am!”, although she could not hide the thought that Alice would have something bad in store for her. Just as she exited the office, Alice told her, “From now on, no more dresses unless I say so. You wear the teardrop thongs to and from work. Be glad that at least it still covers your nipples and slit, although it will be pretty obvious you’re completely shaved and you’ve got those piercings!”

Throughout the day, Jasmine was thinking about and dreading the next, when she would be walking in public in just the skimpy one piece thong. As Alice had instructed, she had purchased many teardrop thongs on the same design. The front can two tiny V shaped straps, with oval shaped teardrops covering her nipples and pussy. It virtually hid nothing, and her big boobs and butt were all but shown clearly. If her legs so much as spread for a thigh gap to be seen, the small teardrop covering her pussy would merely shield her slit from view, it was much too tiny to hide anymore of her nether region. It was almost a welcome distraction when two new customers came and she had to get on all fours to do her usual greeting. One of them though, a Japanese man that she estimated to be at least fifty, told her to scoop the cum out of her pussy and repeatedly eat it up. It took all of her self control to maintain her slutty image and not retch at the taste of the mixed cum.

Then, suddenly, she was given the rest of the day off. It was barely 4, and Alice had told her to leave the office keys with her, and that she could go home. Jasmine was surprised, but tried not to think much about it, hoping that her performances in the meeting room had secured good enough deals for Alice to be satisfied with her day. When Jasmine reached home, she tried her best to distract herself by preparing a good, big meal on the grill for Owen. Being in her backyard completely naked was a new experience, but she felt sheltered enough by the shrubs nearby. She thought about what to say to Owen when he got home, but was still stumped when she heard his car in the driveway.

Jasmine heard voices on the porch and thought it better if she did not answer the door in the nude. Normally, Owen would answer the door nowadays so that no one would see her. He seemed to be perfectly understanding that she would want to remain completely naked for some reason, at least until this morning of course. She was rinsing her dirty feet in the side toilet when she realized, to her horror, that Alice was with Owen. “Yeah, I was hoping we could have a chat, the three of us.” she was saying. “I hope you’re over with the incident with Bill, I can guarantee that Jasmine did try her best you know?” Owen was replying hesistantly, “Why not you wait here for a while? I’ll try and see if she’s not caught up with work. You know lawyers, they’re always so busy.” Owen was obviously trying to stop Alice from entering the house with him, and Jasmine realized that it was probably he did not want Alice to see her naked! He’d chosen the wrong words to say though, Alice seemed infuriated and shouted, “JIZZMINE I WANT TO SEE YOU IN 5 SECONDS!”.

The last half hour had been insanely fucked up for Jasmine, and she was still stunned. Alice had ordered her to stand in the living room with her arms above her head and legs spread. Ignoring Jasmine’s pleas for mercy, Alice had simply stared at her until she had assumed the position. Then, she told Owen everything. From the pictures of the accident, to Jasmine’s choice of covering it up, to her change of occupation, to the work in the office that she had done, to her weekly visits to the seedy salon. Everything was described briefly, there just seemed to be too much to say to dwelve into details. Owen listened for most of the night in silence, as did Jasmine, standing in her humiliatingly exposing position. Not a single inch was hidden, and occasionally Alice would walk over from the couch and flick her clit bell. Tears just kept flowing down Jasmine’s face but she was not allowed to speak. “So the ball’s in your court, Owen. You know of what she’s done, so you can either go to the authorities, or you can use it to your advantage like I’ve done. The choice is yours.” she concluded. Owen, surprisingly steadily, told Alice that he needed a while alone with Jasmine.

“I can’t believe you, Jasmine.” he had said when Alice had stepped outside. “I mean hit and run? And you knew what a felony that was. And you chose servitude? I can’t do this, you know.”

“I’m sorry, Owen.. What can I do to make it better? Look, we can have sex already, can I make it up to you tonight?” Jasmine was desperately clutching at straws.

“Are you serious? Yeah, based on the stories which I now assume were completely true, you must think that your body is the answer to all the problems. Just fuck someone and I get away with a hit and run, is that it? That boy is lucky to still be alive!”

“Owen, no.. That’s not what I meant, I just..”

“Just what? Just fucked a hundred different guys? Exposed your body completely to the whole world? Gave a blowjob for payment for getting your nipples and pussy pierced?”

“Owen, I..” Jasmine was sobbing now, she had no idea what to do. She was naked, and her boyfriend was giving her a total dressing down. Owen paced around the living room for a full 10 minutes while she stood there. And then he made up his mind. “I can’t live with a girlfriend like you, I just can’t. But from now on, you will refer to me as sir, as you do for the hundred and one other guys that use you. Are we clear?”

Jasmine did not know what else to do, and she said yes.

“Good, now serve us dinner, slave.” He went out and called Alice in. It hurt Jasmine so much to have the boyfriend she loved so much use that word on her, but in her nude state, she knew that she looked just like a slave should. Not deserving of any clothes, and certainly not deserving of any respect.

Over dinner, as Alice and Owen feasted on the meal that Jasmine had lovingly prepared, Jasmine heard herself casually being mentioned. Her exploits of the past few months were all described in detail to Owen, right in front of her. All she could do when she was not serving them was stand near the table with her arms raised tightly over her head and her legs spread wide – a position Alice now referred to as the neutral position she would be in when she was standing and not doing anything. Her complete exposure was only made worse when Owen gradually began toying with her piercings as the beer slowly got to him. Jasmine was allowed to eat the leftovers when they were done, only after rubbing it thoroughly over her pussy.