Chapter IX Carol's Workday
Carol hadn't driven a block before the cellphone in her handbag started to ring.
She hadn't used it before and was unfamiliar with it. It took a few seconds of
fumbling before she was able to answer. "Hello?"
"I forgot a few things, pet. I'll be the only one calling you on this phone, so
you should answer by saying "Yes, Miss Karen?". I want it answered that way
quickly, whenever it rings. Do you understand?"
"Uh. Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol replied, trying to concentrate on the road.
It was delightful for Karen to toy with the slut while watching from the unique
vantage point of the choker mounted on her throat. Karen chuckled to herself.
She would call the device her "chokercam". She planned to try out a small
earpiece that would fit within the slut's ear, enabling her to hear Karen
whenever she chose to communicate a message. That would be when she could
really get inside the slut's head. For the time being, the cellphone would do a
fine job of keeping her on edge and ensuring she was constantly mindful of who
had control of her.
"You'll also need to unbutton the top three buttons on your blouse. You didn't
think you'd get away with buttoning up like that, did you?"
"Nnno. No, Miss Karen. This slut apologizes." Carol was starting to feel her
heart rising into her throat. Unbuttoning would make it difficult for her...as
if it wasn't bad enough...to conceal that she wasn't wearing a bra under the
nasty, thin white blouse.
"So, I'll add that little example of stupidity to the list for today." Karen
could see on the monitor that the car had stopped at an intersection.
"Unbutton now, slut, and adjust your mirror so I can see that you've done it."
Carol quickly unbuttoned the top three buttons, feeling self conscious to be
doing so in broad daylight on her way to work. She adjusted the rear view
mirror until Miss Karen could see the reflection of her chest.
"Good girl. Another thing before you pull out. I don't want you sitting down
at all today, except, obviously, in the car. But, while you're driving, you
need to pull that skirt up and sit your bare ass on the seat. Do it now."
As Carol lifted her hips to tug the skirt up around her waist, she noticed in
her side view mirror that a car had pulled in behind her. There were no other
cars in the intersection. Her seatbelt was in the way, so she had to unfasten
it. She knew the other driver would quickly get impatient with her since there
was no reason why she shouldn't go through the intersection. She also didn't
want it to be obvious what she was doing. With increasing frustration, she
managed to get the skirt pulled up and the seatbelt back on. She proceeded
through the intersection and picked up the cellphone.
"Okay, Miss Karen. I did it. Ah, this slut lifted her skirt up, Miss Karen."
There was nobody there. A brief wave of panic washed over Carol. Had she
accidentally hung up on Miss Karen? The sensation of sitting directly on the
seat was having an effect on her that she would just as soon have done without
while on her way to work. She felt extremely exposed, even though she really
wasn't. The plug was pushing into her and her pussy was wet yet again. She
nearly jumped when the cellphone rang again.
"Yes, Miss Karen?", she correctly answered.
"You hung up on me you stupid slut!", Karen hissed into the phone. "Lose
another button!"
Carol's heart was beating so rapidly she felt short of breath. Oh, God. How
could she ever survive this? "Yes, Miss Karen.", she answered respectfully.
She undid the fourth button on the blouse, realizing she would now be totally
unable to appear to be anywhere near respectable. It was with considerable
relief that she heard Miss Karen hang up.
Carol pulled into the teacher's parking lot feeling like she stood at the edge
of a bottomless chasm. She sat in the car for a few seconds to gather her wits.
She hadn't been able to consider what to do about Megan. Her little sister
couldn't come back after her visit to Orlando with all of this...this...decadent
activity going on. She shut off the car and put the cellphone in the small
handbag before climbing out and locking the car. She tucked the blouse into the
skirt in front as tightly as she could get it in an attempt to keep the blouse
from opening up on top. She hadn't worn the slutty clogs for several years.
She was really trying to get used to them as she walked across the parking lot.
If she was awkward on them it would only attract unwanted attention. Maybe she
could make it through the day. Maybe at lunchtime she could figure out what to
do about her little sister.
Karen watched the monitor closely to time her next call. She wanted the slut
just inside the doors. She dialed quickly when she saw that the slut was
approaching the entrance to the school.
Carol thought her heart would explode when she heard the cellphone ring just as
she entered the school. The administrative offices were to her immediate right.
There would be people coming and going out of there. She wanted to avoid
everyone she could. She kept walking while she opened the handbag and took out
the cellphone. "Yes, Miss Karen?", she answered quietly.
"Are there mirrors in the teacher's restroom?", Karen asked.
Oh, God. "Yes, Miss Karen."
"Go there now."
Carol turned around. The female teacher's restroom was in the administrative
offices section. She would have to go in. Mary, the school secretary, would be
there at the counter sipping coffee. Carol decided not to think about it, to
just go through the door like it was a normal morning. Luckily, Mary wasn't
looking up when Carol passed through. She strode quickly through the small
lobby and into the restroom and was relieved to find herself alone. She walked
over to one of the sinks and waited for Mistress to say something.
Karen was delighted to see the stricken look on the slut's face. She had a good
view of her as the mirrors covered the entire wall behind the restroom sinks.
"Take me on a tour of one of the stalls, slut."
"Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol answered. Turning, she entered the first stall and
closed the door behind her.
"How many stalls are there?", Karen asked.
"Six, Miss Karen."
"This is the first stall?"
"Yes, Miss Karen."
"Good. This is your stall, slut. If I give you permission to pee, you'll come
in this stall and remove your blouse and skirt, and you'll pee while standing
up. If I give you permission to get a drink of water, this is where you will
drink it from. Do you understand?"
Tears welled up in Carol's eyes. She didn't know how she could make it through
the day. "Yes, Miss Karen."
"Good, now be an obedient little slut and go out to the mirror and show me those
luscious nipples of yours!"
"Miss Karen! I can't do...This slut can't do that! Someone will..."
"You'd rather have me email some photos to the school office today then?", Karen
replied. "I think you are making it worse for yourself by thinking, pet."
Carol hesitated. Maybe she could get away with it. She left the stall and
stood before the large mirror. She held the phone to her ear with her right
hand and nervously opened the blouse to reveal her hardened nipples. Carol was
shocked to see how much lipstick she had left behind on them after being made to
suck them earlier. They were prominent enough as it was, but now their
coloration would make them even more noticeable through the thin fabric of the
old blouse. She looked around for a paper towel. If she could just wipe them
off quickly...
Karen could see that opening the fourth button had been a mistake. The front of
the slut's blouse was practically open all the way to her waist. That would not
do. She couldn't push things to the point that her intentions might be
compromised. "You had better button up two buttons, slut. You're going to make
a spectacle of yourself."
Hearing those words produced such a sense of gratitude in Carol that she sighed
aloud. "Oh! Thank you Miss Karen!", she exclaimed. She felt as though she had
been given a valuable gift. Maybe she could make it through the day afterall.
She did not hesitate for a second.
"Before I leave you alone for a while, you'll need to lift that skirt and show
me your cunt.", Karen said as though she were bored.
Carol's relief was short lived as her apprehension that someone might walk in
grew stronger with each moment that passed. She reached down and grasped the
hem with her left hand and lifted it slowly, concentrating on any sounds outside
the door so that she could drop it quickly if need be. She had to gather the
material up as she raised it to allow Miss Karen a clear view of her...bald,
wet, hot pussy. She looked at herself in the mirror, along with her tormentor.
What she saw was not the school teacher that had been in the building on Friday.
It was something else, something entirely different.
"I'll be in touch.", Karen announced before disconnecting the call. She noted
with interest that the slut maintained her position for a few seconds after she
had hung up. She looked a bit mesmerized.
Karen poured herself a cup of coffee and went out to the back yard to straighten
up a bit. She hadn't been sure how much time there would be to spare that
morning so hadn't had the slut clean up. There was never a good excuse for
leaving things untidy. She left the monitor behind, disinterested in following
the slut's every step throughout the day. That would be more boredom than she
could bear.
Carol snapped out of her brief daze and smoothed out the natty skirt she had
been made to wear. She replaced the cellphone in the otherwise empty handbag,
and proceeded to her homeroom class. She was relieved that Mary had left her
usual perch at the front counter at least long enough for her to pass through
the adminsitrative lobby unnoticed.
The students were an entirely different situation, however. Normally, Carol
would sit at her desk as the students trickled in. She would grade papers or
write memos to herself - anything to pass the time. This morning, however, she
was not allowed to sit. The room was empty when she arrived, so she tugged her
stockings up to get them adjusted and did the best she could at straightening
out her blouse and skirt. Her hair was flat and dull. Without makeup other
than the bright red lipstick, she knew the students would notice. She wasn't
worried about the noticing part. The problem that concerned her was what if
they asked her about it? She paced back and forth across the room in the slutty
platform clogs, thinking through different scenarios to come up with the best
possible answers. She was scared to death that Miss Karen would call her while
she was in front of a class. Maybe the best she could do about that was to put
it out of her mind.
Karen's idea of straightening the back yard involved little more than
transferring everything that had been left out there into the garage, where she
dumped it in a heap on the floor. The morning was already oppressively hot, so
she opted to stay in the house and went to the kitchen to have a bagel.
The homeroom period lasted only ten minutes. Carol was very relieved that the
kids seemed to be focused on each other rather than her. She had noticed a
couple of double-takes and was sure some curiosity had been aroused, but was
simply thankful none of them had said, "Hey, Miss Sizemore, what's with the
lipstick?", or "What happened to your hair?" All the while she waited for such
questions to come at her, she had to pace slowly back and forth, doing her best
to keep her breasts from bouncing and struggling to keep her mind on anything
other than her pussy, nipples, and the plug that was beginning to feel kind of
nice in her ass.
Her first class was a different situation. All eyes were focused on her
throughout, and she noted questions in each one of them. She felt completely
naked at the front of the classroom, and was sure they all knew she wasn't
wearing a bra. She was able to concentrate on the lesson plan she had intended
to write when her weekend had started the previous Friday afternoon. Things
happen, though. Like when your new neighbor moves in and turns you into
a...a...whatever.
When the first period ended one of her better female students waited until most
of the others had left before asking "Miss Sizemore" if she was okay. Carol
answered that she was fine. The girl mentioned that she noticed Carol hadn't
worn her wedding ring and that maybe...But Carol had answered that she was doing
a lot of cleaning around the house and that she had taken her rings off to keep
from damaging them. It seemed to be a good enough excuse.
The quart of water that she had been forced to drink that morning was beginning
to find its way to her bladder by halfway through the second period. That was a
problem, a real problem. She knew she seemed distracted through the last half
of the class, and she was. She had no idea how to get permission from Miss
Karen to go pee. The instructions she had received earlier regarding how she
was to pee when given permission gave her enough incentive to hold out for as
long as possible, but this was one of those times where she had to go...so much
was flowing through her system that she had to get rid of it.
She had no idea how she managed to make it through the period, but as soon as
the bell rang she was dialing her home number on the cellphone Miss Karen had
given her. She stepped over into the corner of the room, ignoring the students
as they filed out. Carol squeezed her legs together as tightly as possible, not
sure if she could even make it to the restroom if she could get permission. Her
phone was ringing...
Karen had just finished her third cup of coffee and was looking through the
refrigerator for some juice when the phone rang. Of course she wasn't going to
answer it, but she did look at the monitor to see what was happening. Sure
enough, it was the slut calling. The "chokercam" showed a wide angle view from
the level of the slut's throat, and Karen could see she had the cellphone
pressed against her jaw. She seemed to be standing in a corner. The answering
machine finally picked up. Karen laughed out loud when she heard how long the
slut's message was. Obviously she needed to pee. Karen was surprised it had
taken this long for her to get desperate enough to call. Now the slut was
recording a message on her own machine that was hilarious to Karen.
"MissssKaren thisslut has to peeeee! Please answer please!"
Karen found a quart of orange juice and casually poured herself a glass while
the slut hung up. She could see the class was beginning to fill with students.
This was the sort of story she liked to tell when she got together with her
friends and associates. They knew her to be diabolical. She was that, and she
loved that about herself. She sat down at the table, reaching for her
cellphone.
Given the choice of violating the school's policy against the use of cellphones
during school hours or peeing on the floor in front of a classroom full of
students, Carol opted for the former when the cellphone started beeping. She
answered it so quickly that many of the students noticed that she seemed highly
agitated. Luckily for her they were noisy enough this morning that she could
answer properly without them hearing her. "YesssMisssKaren?"
Sounding as though she resented this interruption to her peaceful day, Karen
barked into the cellphone, "You may go to the restroom now, slut!", and hung up.
Snapping the phone closed, Carol announced to the now full classroom, "I'll be
right back, class!", as she scurried out the door and into the hallway. She was
fully aware that her breasts were bouncing freely behind the flimsy material of
the old polyester blouse. It was a fair trade, she thought as she nearly ran
down the hall toward the administrative offices.
She burst through the door and dashed across the lobby area so quickly that Mary
nearly spilled her late morning coffee. "What in the world?", she exclaimed
just as Carol passed through the ladies room door. Carol knew she was dribbling
and only feared now that she would not make it into the stall. She was pulling
the blouse up over her head even as she entered the stall and barely managed to
unzip and push the skirt down far enough to step out of it before the torrent of
urine that she had held back so desperately began to splash off the rim of the
toilet. She stepped forward, straddling the toilet and crouching slightly to
keep the piss from running down her thighs. Just as she got herself centered
over the bowl she heard the restroom door swing open. It was Mary.
"Carol! Are you all ri....What in the world?"
Mary was a loud and obnoxious gossip in the best of circumstances. These were
not the best of circumstances. Carol clasped the blouse to her breasts. She
hadn't had time to close the stall door. She knew if Mary approached..."SHIT!",
Carol's mind screamed. The cellphone had slipped out of her hand, bounced off
her right foot, and was skidding across the tile floor in the direction of the
door.
Mary could hear splashing inside the stall, and could plainly see Carol's feet
facing the wrong direction under the stall. Now, a cellphone was sliding toward
her on the floor. She bent to pick it up. As she stepped forward to look into
the open stall, the cellphone rang. What was Carol doing peeing like that? Why
was she standing up? Why was she naked? What was that she had up her...? Mary
loved every second of it. How many people could she tell about this by
lunchtime? Mary looked down at the cellphone. Carol was in no condition to
answer it. She flipped it open, standing at the end of the open stall.
"Hello?"
Karen was taken aback by the fact that the voice did not belong to the slut's.
All she could see on the monitor was the back wall of the toilet stall. She had
seen with considerable enjoyment that the slut had remembered to get naked, and
that she was standing. The cellphone had been visible as the slut ran down the
hallway and into the restroom, but had been out of sight since...she must have
dropped it. "Carol? Is this Carol Sizemore?"
"No, and I'm glad it's not, cause she is having some kind of problem here!",
Mary exclaimed loudly enough, Carol thought, for everyone in the school to have
heard it. Carol was crushed. Destroyed.
"Oh, Dear. Who is this?", Karen asked.
"This is Mary. I'm the school's administrative secretary."
"I see. What...what is the trouble Carol is having? I'm her o.b.g.y.n.", Karen
asked calmly. She could hear the ignorant woman inhaling deeply on the other
end.
"Well, she's peeing over a toilet here at the school, and she doesn't have any
clothes on, and she...she's crying, and..."
"Oh, no. I told her not to work today, Mary. She has a severe infection as
well as a nasty intestinal virus. You may not want to get too close to her."
Mary instinctively took a step back. The hyponchondriac in her was announcing
that she had had enough of this. Time to go sanitize her hands after touching
the cellphone of a sick person. "Oh, okay. Bye." Mary put the cellphone down
and retreated toward the door. "I'll go get Amanda for you, Carol. She'll know
how to help."
Carol didn't need the help of the school nurse. She needed to die, right then
and there. It was a relief when the stream became a dribble, then a drip. She
turned to look out of the stall and saw her reflection in the mirror. Oh, God.
The anal plug was plainly visible the way she was standing...Mary...Oh, God.
Carol saw the open cellphone on the counter, but needed to get redressed before
Amanda arrived. She pulled the blouse down over her head and stepped into the
skirt. It was damp, actually, wet, from the initial rush that Carol hadn't been
able to get to fall into the toilet bowl. She pulled it up and quickly zipped
it, smoothing everything out as best she could. What had Miss Karen said to
Mary? Oh, God. What had she said?
Watching the monitor, Karen saw that the slut had redressed and was now stepping
toward the cellphone.
"Miss Karen?", Carol asked.
Remarkable. Even under such circumstances the slut was remembering. "Listen
carefully, slut. I told Mary I was your o.b.g.y.n. You have an intestinal
virus and a bad bladder infection that has made you incontinent. I told you
that you should not work for a few days, but you insisted. My medical advice is
that you leave school until provided further instructions. The nurse is on her
way, and getting out now will be the only way to provide yourself a plausible
excuse for pissing all over yourself and the restroom. Right?"
"Uh. Yes. Yes, Miss Karen. Thank you Miss Karen. I'll...I'll do that." Carol
felt grateful for the quick thinking of her Mistress. Being helped out of such
a humiliating situation was an unexpected gift.
Just then the restroom door opened and Amanda entered. Mary was opting to stay
away, fearful that she had already earned herself a good chance to become
seriously ill. Amanda looked concerned, but Carol could see she had been told
more than might have been necessary. Mary was always a complicating factor, no
matter what the circumstances.
"Are you okay, Carol?", Amanda asked.
Carol's blush gave away the fact that there was more to this thing than an
infection and virus. "Oh, I'm fine. Thanks. My, ah..."
"Mary told me you had an accident?"
"Oh, yes. But I did get a call from my doctor. She told me to stay home today.
I shouldn't be here, ah, I...need to go home."
Karen watched as the slut muddled her way through the exchange without giving
anything away. It was a noteworthy recovery from what was certainly a highly
distressing situation. She managed to sidestep any exam by the school nurse and
followed the proper procedure for departing the school early. One of the
students had delivered the empty handbag from the classroom to the office, and
the principal had taken care of getting another teacher to cover the slut's
remaining classes.
Carol was almost happy to be walking through the sunlight to her car, free from
being forced to deal with so many issues in the school. Her situation remained
unchanged. She had not been able to determine how to get her life back into her
own hands, and still had not had the time to consider how to protect Megan from
what was happening when she returned from Orlando. Carol was still perspiring
from the stress and she smelled of urine. She hoped to return home and would
have been willing to do most anything to avoid being put in such humiliating
circumstances around people she knew.
She climbed into her car, carefully lifting the skirt up so that her bare skin
could sit directly on the bucket seat. Carol remembered her instructions to
drive to the thrift store she and Miss Karen had visited the evening before.
She wondered if they were still valid since she had left work early. Careful
and smart enough not to take a chance on being whipped or slapped, she decided
to drive there and wait for the instructions she knew would come soon enough.
Karen idled some time away rearranging furniture in the slut's former house.
She remained quite amused by the slut's predicament in the school. But, she had
performed well enough. It hadn't even been eighteen hours since Karen had moved
on her neighbor. All was going well, and Karen was having a good time while
getting the break she needed. When she checked the monitor she could see that
the slut had followed her instructions and was sittling idle in the thrift store
parking lot. Karen decided to let her sit for a good while and continued
changing things in the house so they were more to her liking. Her primary goal
for the day had already been satisfied. The slut had created the scandal of the
year at the school, Karen surmised. Her appearance, coupled with her odd attire
and self conscious manner, were capped by a mad dash out of a full classroom and
a major spillage of urine that was actually witnessed. What made it all the
more entertaining for Karen was the fact that the slut was found naked as she
straddled the toilet. She knew the general tone of the gossip would have to do
with speculation as to what was going on with Carol Sizemore. Was she going off
the deep end? Such chatter was always helpful when it could be established
prior to a disappearance.
Carol sat patiently in her car for over an hour. She rationalized that every
minute she was left alone to think was good. She had been thinking a lot.
Megan could not be allowed to return unless her situation changed quickly. She
wondered if the choker would actually incapacitate her if she tried to remove
it, or if there really was a tracking device built into it if she decided to
drive away. Nothing about Miss Karen had proven to be false. Carol feared her.
She knew the thing on her neck did work in terms of it's having a camera lense
that transmitted an image all the way back to her house. That was amazing.
And, Miss Karen had said it was worth more than she was. Who had access to that
kind of equipment? Who was Karen, really? Why had she come into Carol's
life...turning her into a pathetic, confused, horny slut so quickly. How could
she get in touch with Megan? All of her thinking was amounting to little more
than that. She was not able to form conclusions or make realistic plans that
would help her extricate herself from the grips of her...worst of all...she
wasn't sure she wanted out. Yet. She had never been kept so aroused for so
long in her life. Nothing had done this to her. Nothing. When the cellphone
finally beeped, it nearly scared her to death.
"Yes, Miss Karen?"
"I may choose for you to go back to school tomorrow, slut. But, you'll have to
go back in the same slutty clothes you wore today unless you can go back in that
thrift store and convince the nice lady to let you exchange your outfit for a
different one. You stunk pretty badly this morning, and I'll bet you smell like
piss now. So, it's your choice."
Carol's heart fell to her feet as she listened to Miss Karen. She couldn't go
back tomorrow in these clothes. She wasn't sure she could go back tomorrow at
all, let alone in the nasty skirt and blouse. "But, I don't...But this slut
doesn't have any money, Miss Karen!", she exclaimed. She wanted mercy from a
merciless woman.
"I think I used the word "exchange". I think you know the meaning of that
word. I think, also, that you know you just annoyed me by asking a question.
So, there will be a price to be paid that is far beyond any little embarassments
you suffer in the next few minutes. I just don't think you want to make it any
worse for yourself."
Carol noted a new menace in Miss Karen's voice, and knew she had no options.
All she could do was try, and maybe it would be okay. The cellphone connection
went dead, and she felt as though she were naked onstage with the whole world
watching. She reluctantly climbed out of the car and made her way to the
counter. At least a different woman was working. This one was much better
dressed, and less overweight. She wore sunglasses inside and had long, curling
fingernails on her left hand. She saw Carol coming, and seemed to be
considering her an oddity before she even walked through the door.
Geraldine hated the way white people smiled at you when they wanted something.
It was that sheepish, "I'm really friendly and I hope you'll be nice to me"
smile that always appeared before they tried to bargain you down to a lower
price or to get something for nothing. The white bitch coming through the door
had that kind of a smile.
"Hello!", Carol called out as she passed through the door. She noted a poorly
concealed expression of contempt on the woman's face, but it was soon followed
by a plastic smile and a silent nod. Carol proceded to the counter where the
woman was actually putting her husband's clothes on hangars.
"I have a small problem that I hope you can help me with.", Carol began in a
pleading tone of voice.
"Here we go.", thought Geraldine. "Uh huh.", she replied.
"I donated several bags of good clothes last night. Actually, you're working on
some of my husband's clothes right now.", Carol paused to see if the woman was
paying attention.
"Uh huh."
"And, I realized I had mistakenly donated my favorite skirt and blouse. I
didn't know it until I got home, but the store had closed before I could get
back. So...I was wondering...?" Carol paused, hoping the woman would finish
the sentence for her.
"Uh huh."
"Well, I was wondering if it would be okay for me to get my skirt and blouse.
They're in one of those bags right there." Carol gestured casually toward a
couple of bags piled up behind the counter. She hoped and expected to hear
another "Uh huh."
"I heard bouts you. You's the one come in heah lassnite wit yo skanky behine
hangin' out cho shorts." The woman was speaking in a monotone without looking
up or interrupting her work prepping the clothes. "White bitch dress the same
way wennin ta the movie store up the block and pull a choo choo on seven eight
boys from mah hood." Her eyes flashed quickly up at Carol, who was stunned.
"So! In you comes actin' like all a that! Well. I doesn't sell to no white
trash crackhead hoe's!" The woman turned her back to Carol and walked to the
other side of the U-shaped checkout counter.
Carol's heart was beating so strongly that she half wondered if it would
explode. She had never been spoken to like that. Oh, God! She was lost,
speechless. She couldn't seem to get a word out, let alone a thought that could
produce one. She hadn't expected this.
Geraldine held her hand up and made a sweeping motion toward the door. "Move
along, whore.", she muttered.
Carol had gotten accustomed to following orders, so it was easy for her to turn
and begin walking out of the store. It wasn't until she got to the door that
her tears burst forth and began streaming down over her cheeks. She ran the
short distance to the car, frantic to get away from there as fast as possible.
She was so ashamed to have been called a "crackhead whore" by a complete
stranger.
She could hear the cellphone ringing well before she opened the door. It
signaled much more than a simple phone call. Miss Karen had been watching, and
already knew she had failed in her task. How could it happen? Carol had been
confident that anyone reasonable would have accepted her story, which was mostly
true, and would have let her retrieve a couple of items. She remembered to lift
her skirt before sitting down, and pulled the phone out of the otherwise
pointless and empty handbag. "Yes, Miss Karen?"
Karen noted the sadness in slut's voice. She knew she had failed. "You left
the store without following my instructions, slut. Why?"
Miss Karen sounded upset. Carol didn't need that. "I, ah. This slut tried,
tried to, ah...do it, Miss Karen. But..."
"Are these excuses I am listening to? I don't think my ears can hear excuses,
especially not from sluts!"
Carol knew she had crossed the line. "This slut failed and is very sorry, Miss
Karen!"
Karen saw an opportunity. She loved it when wonderfully creative ideas popped
into her mind from nowhere. "It's time for you to have a choice, slut. Option
one: You come home in those clothes to be severely punished, sleep on them
tonight, and be sent back to work tomorrow in them. Option two is you leave the
blouse and skirt in the parking lot and come home to less severe punishment and
you'll call in "sick" tomorrow. You have ten seconds to decide."
"Oh, my God.", Carol thought. She couldn't go back to work tomorrow. Not after
what had happened. She couldn't. Not in these nasty clothes. Severely
punished? What did that mean? The little whip? Worse? But...driving home
naked in broad daylight? Could she do that? What if someone saw her? What
if...
"Time's up, slut. Make your choice."
Carol was fixated on the thought of having to face her students, and Mary, and
everyone at school again tomorrow. That, and "severe punishment" were the
greater fears. "Yes, Miss Karen. This slut chooses...option two."
Karen noted the apprehension in the slut's voice. "Why are you wasting my
time?", Karen yelled into the cellphone before disconnecting. Watching on the
monitor, she saw that she had the desired effect.
Carol put the cellphone down and quickly pushed the skirt down over her hips to
the floor, then pulled the blouse up over her head. Glad she had parked with
the driver's side of the car away from the store, she scanned the lot to see if
anyone might notice her dumping the skirt and blouse on the asphalt. The lot
was still practically empty, so she opened the door a crack and pushed them both
out.
Now naked except for the thigh highs and platform clogs, she started the car and
pulled out of the lot. Every thought she had now was of concealing herself from
other drivers and pedestrians while making it home as quickly as possible. She
knew it was going to be the longest ten minute drive of her life, but was
confused and frustrated by the fact that her nipples were hardening and her
pussy was beginning to throb. She had never thought herself an exhibitionist,
and would never put herself into this kind of a predicament if she had any other
choice.
She had made it out of the plaza and onto the main highway that led in the
direction of home without stopping. She was sure she hadn't been seen. Now, on
the highway, she slouched down so that her chest would at least be below the top
of the doors. She hoped the privacy glass would conceal her better than it
seemed. She felt completely exposed to the entire world. And, she had never
felt so thoroughly alive.
Karen, watching the monitor, decided to torment the slut just a bit more before
she made it "home". She called again.
"Yes, Miss Karen?" Carol answered, her voice quavering.
"I feel like being naughty, slut. It's almost lunchtime. Pick me up an order
of fries."
"Miss Karen! This slut doesn't have any money!", Carol cried.
"I seem to recall seeing a good amount of change in your center console. Aren't
you glad I didn't order a value meal?" Karen disconnected the call and poured
herself a cup of coffee.
Carol was frantic. She realized she had to pee again. She turned the air
conditioning up higher as she had begun to sweat. Her nipples were still coated
with her own lipstick. Oh! What could she do? It would be brief. She could
slouch. She needed to choose a fast food restaurant that was fast. Waiting at
the window would simply kill her. She could cover herself with her arm,
somehow. She could do it. She could.
Karen watched the monitor, seeing the slut exit the highway and pull into a
Burger King. She was actually going to do it! The slut would do anything to
avoid Karen's wrath...and the whip, of course. Things were going quite well.
Carol pulled up to the "to go" order station and ordered a small fry. She
gathered up a few spare quarters in the console and intentionally waited a few
seconds before pulling around. She had to be sure they would be waiting on her
to give her the fries rather than getting to the window too soon. She was so
thankful there were no other customers to prolong her torment. Her pussy was
flowing freely now. She felt the seat getting slick. She moved over closer to
the door to minimize her exposure and pulled up to the window with the change in
her left hand and her right arm ready to cover herself as soon as she could let
go of the steering wheel. Nobody was in the window. She waited a few seconds
before a teenage boy with a pimply face appeared with the fries in his hand. He
slid the door open without looking. "Seventy nine cents, please.", he muttered
unenthusiastically. She put the change in his outstretched hand. He handed
over the fries before looking down at her. By then Carol had the fries in her
hand and was already pulling out. The boy had seen something that nobody would
believe, and something that he knew he would never, ever, see again.
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Note to readers: Thank you for your support and all of the kind emails! L.D.
