A MONTH AGO

Jasmine did not mean to do it. It was her first time drink driving, but she was just been so happy after closing yet another deal. At 23, she was still a fresh lawyer, but she knew she would be hitting the big time soon, at the rate she was going. Then it happened. She never saw the smallish figure in front of her car, and by the time she had heard the thud it was far too late. All she could think of was,"Fuck", and she hurriedly drove off without a backward glance. She had thought she did sober up straightaway, and was sure no one saw her as she speedily reached home at 3 in the morning. Lying on the bed beside her snoring boyfriend, Owen, she dozed off gradually wishing that the next morning it would all have proven to be a bad dream.

The next day, it was all over the news. "Boy, 9, in critical condition. Police unable to recover and evidence. Hit and run driver gets off." Owen had read the headlines to her, "Damn, these sons of bitches should just kill themselves. I mean who in the right mind would hit a child and flee? Do they have no heart?" It took all of Jasmine's ability to keep a straight face as she kissed him goodbye. She had taken the day off, telling her boss that she had personal reasons while telling Owen that she had a medical appointment. In truth, she had just wanted some time to clear her head. Then came the knock on the door just as Jasmine had finished her shower.

"You're the lawyer, Jasmine. You should know how much time you're looking at. Not to mention you losing your job, your boyfriend, your parents. I wonder how they’d take it huh?" Alice had gestured at the photos on the coffee table. She was their neighbour, in her mid forties and their paths had crossed, rather unfortunately and regrettably, before. Jasmine's eyes watered up and she had asked, "How much do you want, Alice? I'll do anything, just please, don't report me." "Oh, you'll do anything? You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this. Ever since you failed to keep my husband out of jail." Alice replied coldly. "Your husband was guilty of causing grievous hurt, Alice.. I did try my best but the evidence was damning." Jasmine replied. "Shut up!" Alice had suddenly stood up and shouted, giving Jasmine a shock, "I don't care! And I’m pretty sure a hit and run incident is as much of a felony. My husband’s stuck in there for the next 10 years and now, you're going to pay. I put all my faith in you and you failed. So its simple now, either you go to jail and lose everything, or you listen to whatever I ask you to do from now on. ANYTHING that I say, you do." Tears were streaming down Jasmine's face now, and she chose.

The middle aged woman had told Jasmine to strip right there after Jasmine had effectively told her that she would obey her completely. At first, Jasmine was stunned. She had not expected that from a woman, but she soon realised that Alice was not a lesbian. She did have many ideas that were worse though. Jasmine had nervously stood there, one hand over her chest and the other over her groin. Alice had then shouted, "Hands over your head! Don't you dare cover yourself up in front of me. Love your tan though." Eyeing the young woman's naked body, she had asked, "What size are those enormous tits?" and Jasmine had, blushing, answered, "36D". She was secretly proud of her ample curves, but to hear someone else describe her body so crudely made her feel a pang of hurt. Alice had then ordered Jasmine to do a few jumping jacks, and her generous boobs bounced noisily. In mid bounce, Alice held out a hand just under Jasmine's pussy and Jasmine had been forced to land with her legs spread very wide. Alice did not remove her hand and instead rubbed Jasmine's nether region roughly. Jasmine still remembered shuddering at the touch of another woman on her most private area, and Alice had asked, laughing, "What is with you blondes and shaved pussies!" Then came the rules. Alice had given her a week to 'condition herself'.

“You are to visit this shop once every week to get your body tidied up. After that, your body from the neck down must be devoid of hair and completely smooth, even the remotest of stubble is not permitted.” Jasmine had kept her pussy shaved as often as possible, but it was not sufficient for Alice. It was the worst experience of Jasmine’s life so far. Jasmine had driven to the shop not knowing what to expect. It turned out to be worse than she could have ever imagined. At the front desk of the seedy looking salon, the young punkish receptionist had asked her for her name. The moment she had said she was Jasmine, the receptionist's mood seemed to change completely. "Strip and wait here." Jasmine did not move, she was stunned, “There were 5 other people in the shady shop and the girl wanted her to undress right there?” It turned out that that was exactly what the girl wanted. "We get many of your type here. Slave, right? Ms Alice called earlier. I said, strip down and wait. Your clothes and shoes can be left on the counter. Serves you right for not being able to keep your body tidy on your own." Jasmine was then handed the indignity of sitting completely naked in between the clothed people in the waiting queue. It was mortifying for the former lawyer to be exposed to strangers for the first time as she awkwardly tried to cover herself up. At that moment she was wishing that she had been much flatter, and her curvy body really prevented her hands from being able to cover much. It made it worse as she was squeezed in between young women that she was sure were prostitutes or worse.

When it was her turn, the naked tanned blonde had walked into the doctor's room. She realised to her horror that the male doctor would be the one performing whatever Alice had asked for. Jasmine was given a complete waxing from neck down, which would have been perfectly normal as she had gone for a few before, except that it was a man doing it for her now. That was not the worst part, as he proceeded to instruct her on how to control herself as he did enemas on both her pussy, and humiliatingly, her asshole. It was her very first time having an enema, and she struggled to keep herself closed. Jasmine hated the idea of anal sex and she would never have imagined a stranger would be so casually touching her asshole. Then, to her horror, Alice had ordered that they pierce her nipples and clit, and that a special cream would be applied to speed up healing and prevent them from ever closing. Jasmine had only had piercings on her earlobes before, and the pain was excruciating when her tender but perky nipples had been firmly held and pierced. When the doctor had moved on to her clit, however, it brought fresh humiliation. “I can’t do this if the area is so moist.” he said, and it was obvious to Jasmine what he meant. Finally though, her engorged clit was attached with unwanted jewellery as well after he had repeatedly, to Jasmine’s embarrassment, dabbed her pussy dry with a towel. She could not believe that she was getting turned on by that, but she had bigger problems at hand.

Her nipples and clit had been attached with tiny bells. Small as they might be so they did not look gaudy, they were functional enough to tinkle audibly as she so much as took a step. “Dip a finger into your pussy and smell it.” the doctor had said. Knowing she did not have the choice of saying no, she, blushing, had rubbed her forefinger against the side of her nether folds, and she realised that she now had a flowery scent. “What.. is.. that..” stammering, she asked. “Jasmine flavoured enemas, just as ordered. Jasmine smelling Jasmine. Nice eh?” the doctor replied with a grin, ”Alright, enough of that. Here, we settle payment very differently.” He unzipped his pants. Jasmine was too horrified by this turn of events, but the doctor swiftly pulled out his phone and dialled Alice’s number. When the phone was passed to Jasmine and she heard the 3 numbers being dialled over the phone, she knew exactly what she had to do. Owen had always called her blowjobs “expert”, after all.

When the doctor had squirted his load on her face, she was told not to wipe it off until she reached the receptionist’s counter. If the tinkle from her naked nipples and clit did not make the other customers and the receptionist look up, her blonde waves, and the obvious whitish on her face, in stark contrast to her tanned skin, certainly did. She hurriedly put on her tank top, hot shorts and slippers, then wiped her face. “What a slut.” she heard one of the prostitutes say as the laughing receptionist told her to remember her appointment the very next week. Jasmine cried all the way home. To make things worse, when she reached home, she realised that Alice had had people install CCTVs in hidden locations all over her home. Her life would never be private again.

“You are only to own teardrop thongs and microdresses. Dresses can only have a thin strap and must leave your arms completely bare. Deep cleavage and at least 1cm of butt must be exposed. Only footwear allowed are heels that are at least 5 inches high.” Jasmine had been forced to throw away all her other clothing, underwear included.

“You are to be completely naked at home, no footwear either. No more fucking Owen from now on, not even handjobs.” The first day, Owen had loved it when he’d reached home to find Jasmine totally nude and preparing dinner. The tinkling bells on her big Ds and at her smooth female centre had been a big turn on for him. The hard part came when she had to refuse him in the night. He had wanted a good hard fuck and had kept trying to come on to her as she slept naked beside him. She resolved to having to make many different excuses over the coming weeks. Once, he had caught her stripping off her microdress on their porch. He had not thought much of it, and had instead told her that she should do it every single day. “At least that’s one less problem on my hands..” Jasmine thought to herself. She had to strip before entering the house everyday anyway since she was not permitted clothing at home. Owen had always been the horny type, and she could not believe that she’d actually survived a month of pushing him away from sex when she was completely naked every night. She would have been more upset but she’d been having too much sex at work and her body always ached. Jasmine could only feel sorry for Owen, and she knew deep down that she loved him and could not lose him.

“Keep your hair in a messy bun at all times unless you’re drying your hair.” Owen had loved this as well, it gave her a look of being freshly fucked.

“Buy out the remainder of your contract and quit your job. You start work at my company after your conditioning week. And remember, I’m always watching what you do at home. So think twice before you do anything stupid.” Owen was not aware that she had quit her job, and he still frequently drove her to her old workplace when he could in the morning. Luckily, it was just a short walk to her new workplace. He had commented on the skimpiness and her tinkling jewellery, but he loved her enough to think that at the end of the day, he would be the only one enjoying the sex that he knew Jasmine was so good at. And so, Jasmine had begun working for Alice a week later. It was far worse than she could ever have imagined.

NOW

The short walk after Owen dropped her off was torturous. With Owen in the car, she would always put on an aura of not caring, but the moment she was alone and among the crowds, she would not be able to hide the consciousness at her almost-nakedness and her unwanted bells. It was not actually as bad as Jasmine imagined, however, with the bulk of people rushing to work and the traffic covering up the soft tinkles. Alice’s office was on the 6th floor of one of the buildings nearby, and it was from the lobby to the lift that she’d get weird looks from people nearby. As she did every morning, she thought to herself, “Please let them think my nipples are just really perky.”, hoping that they would not realise that the bulges on her huge boobs were more metallic that that. Occasionally her microdresses would get catcalls and whistles. Alice had instructed her that when that happened, she was to halt on the spot, and re-tie her hair. As she raised her arms, the slight breeze on her armpits and her thighs from the dress being raised never failed to make her feel more exposed.

When Jasmine got off at the 6th floor, it was when “all hell breaks lose”, as she always thought to herself. Passing through the tinted glass to the receptionist’s desk, she was to remove her dress and heels. Owen was not aware she had been going without underwear for the past month, and she was glad she had one less explanation to give. The receptionist, Tracy, was a young undergrad, working part time. Alice had introduced Jasmine as “Jizzmine, the company slut”, much to Jasmine’s humiliation, the first time Jasmine had been brought to the company. The receptionist never failed to burst out in giggles at the servile woman as she passed a small box labelled “Slut” to Jasmine for her to put her dress and shoes into.  She usually tried her best to make fun of Jasmine, and Jasmine hated it. Whenever thoughts hit her head that she should give the marketing major a piece of her mind, it always hit her that she was less of a lawyer than a whore, walking around the office completely naked day after day. After all, Alice had ordered her to behave like a complete airhead naked bimbo in the office. When she was spoken to, Jasmine would usually batt her eyelids every minute or so, and her eyes would roam to people’s chest and groin. Not that she was usually spoken to, the employees were more interested in humiliating or fucking her. Tracy, looking at Jasmine “spacing out” as usual, casually flicked her arm in the direction of the main office.

Alice loved her life. She ran a tourism company, and sales had picked up drastically in the past month. Of course, it helped that she had a naked blonde in her office every single day. It really kept the employees and customers happy, both male and female. It was a win-win for everyone, except Jasmine of course, but Alice could not care less. The snotty slut would pay for not preventing her husband from going to jail. Alice came to work slightly late as usual, her lackeys would usually handle the trivial stuff in the morning. Saying hello to Tracy, they exchanged smug grins, and she was met by sight she had gotten to every single morning outside her office. Jasmine was kneeling, her arms above her head, legs spread wide exposing her shaved pussy, her back arched backwards and taut, thrusting her generous tits out. “Good morning ma’am!” Jasmine pipped obediently. It sounded like she was perfectly happy, a slut doing a slut’s job. Jasmine would probably have been in that position for an hour or so already, she could not stop kneeling until Alice came in. Alice knew full well that many of her employees had already treated themselves to blowjobs from the kneeling blonde. From what she had heard, the slut was really good at them.

Alice allowed her to stand, and gestured towards a tiny table in front of her office. Whenever Jasmine was not ordered to do something else more humiliating, she would sit at the tiny table and watch porn. She hated it almost as much as the other things she had to do. Without a modesty board to shield herself, the employees could all see her legs spread almost horizontal as she rubbed and played with her shaved pussy. It was of course all on Alice’s orders, and much to Jasmine’s disgust as herself, she occasionally got turned on by the constant arousing. Jasmine was not allowed to cum, and she had to pause for 5 minutes before continuing whenever she was close. The employees loved the view, a dumb bimbo pleasuring herself right there in their office. Jasmine just felt so humiliated that such a basic human need as an orgasm was not even permitted to her.

“So how’s Owen?” Alice had snidely asked Jasmine one day, calling her into the office. Hands by her side obediently, and completely naked as usual, Jasmine actually felt a pang of amusement. “Seriously? I’m naked and she’s trying small talk?” she thought to herself. Of course, she could not say that out loud to Alice, and instead said, “Its hard, ma’am. Its not easy refusing him sex when I’m just naked right there every single day in the house. And I think he’s beginning to suspect something isn’t right because he’s actually stopped trying. Maybe he’s losing interest in me..” Alice chuckled and replied, “Oh, if you’re worried that you being naked and refusing him sex is making your relationship tough, you’re always free to tell him about our.. arrangement.” She winked at Jasmine, and told her to clean the office. Jasmine knew that she could not, in a million years, allow Owen to know about any of what she had been doing, and bit her lip and got out.

Cleaning the office was not as easy for Jasmine as it would have been for others. She was still to behave like an airhead, and Alice had given her orders to make mistakes on purpose. John ordered her to make him a cup of coffee, and after she had placed it on the table, while she was sweeping the side of the table nearby, she had “accidentally” hit the plastic cup with her big breasts. The brown liquid spread on the floor and the other employees looked up casually to watch the show. “Oh my god, sorry Johnny!” Jasmine blurted out. “Bend over.” John simply said. Jasmine, knowing what was to come, bent over with her knees rigidly straight, her curvy ass thrust out slightly and legs spread a little. “Ow! Thank you Johnny!” Johnny spanked her right on her protruding pussy lips for more than 10 times, and, through her wincing at the pain, Jasmine thanked him after every stroke as she had been taught to. After that, she had to, of course, clean up the mess that she had caused. She got down on all fours, her tits almost dragging against the floor and her butt thrust as high up in the air as she could go, and wiped up the brown liquid. Midway through her mopping, young Melanie the accountant told her to stop and masturbate till she came. Jasmine was surprised at her own arousal, and it did not take long for her to reach a good, albeit stifled, orgasm. Johnny obviously could not contain himself after watching the performances of the past half an hour or so, and he roughly took her arm and pulled her into the vacant meeting room nearby.

It was obvious to everyone watching what had transpired in the meeting room, when she emerged with cum trickling down her inner thighs. It was a usual occurrence in the office nowadays, and she knew what she had to do. Trying to hold back tears as usual, she cheerfully thanked John, and skipped away to the nearby toilet. With every half-jump, her nipples and clit tinkled loudly. In the toilet, she let lose and the tears fell. Just a few weeks ago, she had been an up and coming lawyer. Now, here she was, completely naked in a small office toilet, cleaning out her pussy from yet another man’s cock. Alice only allowed her 5 minutes in between “shifts”, as she called them, and she had to hurriedly use some hand soap to wash deep inside her pussy. Jasmine, wiping off her tears, felt like a complete whore.

She had just returned to finish up her mopping, when the day took an even greater turn for the worse. Tracy was leading a man in, but he was no ordinary stranger or customer that she knew she would have to fuck, it was Javier. Javier had been her friend in high school, but he started to develop romantic interests in her and she had rejected him countless times. Gradually, they had drifted apart and lost contact. But here he was again, dressed smartly in a three piece, and she was completely naked and mopping the floor. Jasmine tried to duck down under the pretense of picking up something, but it was too late.

“And there’s our company slut, she’ll take care of your every needs!” Tracy finished. Jasmine could not believe this was happening. Stunned for a moment, she forgot what was expected of her for a while. Then, Tracy said menacingly, “Jizzmine?” Blushing crimson all over, Jasmine got on all fours and crawled over. Her tits were nearly touching the floor and her ass was thrust high up as usual. She behaved like a dog right in front of the boy she had rejected so many times in the past, licking at his shoes. It was the customary greeting that was expected of her every time a new customer walked into the office. As though being completely naked did not illustrate how available for the taking she was, licking their shoes never failed to get their attention. But it was different this time, it was Javier! It was not some complete stranger, it was someone she actually knew.

“Oh wow, its you Jas!” Javier seemed almost embarrassed. “You two know each other?” Tracy asked, intrigued. “Yeah we did! She went to law school and we lost contact though. What happened?” Javier replied, almost as stunned as Jasmine was. The office was quietly listening to the conversation, but there was an instant mini uproar at that. “Law school?” ,“But she’s a complete bimbo and we’ve fucked her countless times!”, “Are you sure?”.

Jasmine did not know what to say, and could only get to her feet and stand nearby with her arms over her head and her legs spread wide. It was the usual post-greeting position, and not a single inch of her was hidden. Even her inner pink folds were spread slightly. At that moment, however, Alice emerged from the office. “Hey, Mr Robinson right? Please, in my office! I’ll explain our deal to you.” Javier, his mouth slightly open and staring straight at Jasmine, haltingly went into Alice’s office. “You, slut, finish your cleaning. Not another word from you.” Alice told Jasmine sternly. With a last backward glance, Javier turned around and saw the former feminist holding a mop. Jasmine did not know what to do, and all she could manage was poor attempts at maintaining her cleaning. Bending over was to be done at the waist, and as she picked up some random piece of paper, she could not stop the thoughts that followed. “If they find out I used to be a lawyer, its going to get so much worse. And I wonder how long it will be before they find out who I am outside of this office..” Jasmine tried her best to mop up the floor and ignore the countless questions and employees trying to grab her.

She had too much on her mind, and when she had “finished” her cleaning, she just stood in a corner of the room. The employees were fortunately distracted by a call from another customer, and ignored her. Javier and Alice were in the room for a full hour, and when they emerged, Javier had a grin on his face. “Alright people, listen up. I admit I have been lying to you all for a while. This slut is actually a former lawyer. But, she could not take people not seeing her naked and fucking her like the slut she is. So, she contacted me and I came up with this arrangement to meet her daily humiliation needs. Hopefully this does not change anything. She will continue as she has been.” Alice said authoritatively. The employees nodded silently, most of them seemed humoured in fact. Alice continued, “I would also like to announce that we’ve hit a deal with Mr Robinson here, for our prime tourists. Now, where’s that slut?”

Jasmine was trying to absorb what Alice had just said. “Oh no..” was all that was running through her mind. Suddenly, it hit her that she was not where she was supposed to be. Tracy had come over and roughly grabbed her by the arm and brought her over to the small crowd. Alice, glowering, spoke to Jasmine.

“Now, slut, what were you supposed to be doing?”

“Um.. ma’am..”

SLAP. Alice had slapped her right on her big tits. “WHAT WERE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE DOING?”

“Ma’am, I’m sorry, I lost track-“

SLAP. Right on her shaved pussy this time. “WHAT ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE DOING?”

“I’m supposed to be at my desk watching porn and masturbating, ma’am.”

Javier burst out laughing. “Oh my, this is going to be one for the history books..” he casually said.

“Yeah people, that was my order to her. Quite fun isn’t it?” Alice told the employees, and to poor Jasmine, “And as punishment for not carrying out your orders?”

“Please, ma’am..”

“You’re going to be fucking him anyway. I’ll tell you that straight off. I heard about the history you two kids had, but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re my slave slut and he’s a customer.” Alice threateningly stroked her pantsuit, where the lump of her handphone could be seen clearly.

Blushing, and not daring to look at anyone, Jasmine bent over. But the spanking did not come.

“Look at Javier in the eyes here and beg to be allowed to be spanked!”

Humiliated, Jasmine forced her neck upwards slightly, and it made her ass thrust out. “Please Javier, I’ve been a bad girl, can I please be spanked on my slutty pussy to teach me a good lesson?” she asked timidly.

Javier burst out laughing again, and Alice proceeded to spank her, hard, right on her pussy as usual. As ordered, Jasmine’s eyes never left Javier’s even though they clouded up with tears. She felt horrible, a boy she had been too good for in the past was seeing her being disciplined as a naughty animal would, completely naked as well.

It was the practice that Tracy would show the new customer around the office, and then the office slut Jasmine would show him around her body. While Tracy was bringing Javier around, the other employees came up to her. The youngest there, Melanie, an accounting graduate, seemed especially pleased that they had discovered she was a former lawyer, and kept making her do ridiculous things like recite the penal code while she did jumping jacks. Javier could not stop looking over at the tinkling noises, and Jasmine could only dread what was to come. Later, in the meeting room, Javier was playing with her clit piercing after she had given him a good fuck. “I like this you know, it’s the way things should be. Remember how you only ever gave me a blowjob and you said that the reason why we couldn’t be together is because I was too horny? Well, you’re getting what you deserve and you know you wanted all along. To be used and humiliated like a worthless slut. And look at these lovely piercings too, you always hated the idea of genital piercings huh? What a lie that was.” he was saying, “The best part is, you were made for this. You have such a fucking sexy body. And the way you ride cock is so perfect! Its nice how to call everyone ma’am or sir too, it really illustrates your lowly position, exactly where you deserve to be.” Jasmine had of course been instructed by Alice about this. Alice did not want a dead fish, she wanted the customers and employees to be happy. This meant that Jasmine would be using her expertise in bed to please all who fucked her. She could not just lie down and take it, she was to hump him, and always want more. It seemed like Owen was right, and Jasmine was really good at it actually. Jasmine’s hair had fallen out of the messy bun, and as she was tying it back, Javier casually told her to spread her legs wide. With her arms raised, her body was virtually in a star shaped position, exposing everything. “I can’t believe I just fucked a boy I rejected so long ago.. I’m such a slut.. I’m really a slut..” The former lawyer could only think to herself about her current pathetic image.

Thankfully, Alice had made Javier agree to keep whatever pictures and videos were taken to himself. It was the same agreement she had with most customers and they were happy to stick to it. Keep it a secret and you will always be welcome to come back and have more of the slut – that was the message. It kept everyone happy, even Alice because she could maintain control over Jasmine. She knew full well that if it got out of hand, the little slut might decide she were better off going to jail. Looking out of her office window at the main room, she saw the naked slut doing jumping jacks again. It seemed like something the employees really liked, seeing Jasmine’s enormous boobs and booty bounce, not to mention the tinkling of the bells. Alice loved her life. For Jasmine, it was just another day of humiliation, and just another layer of the little dignity she had that was stripped away. She felt totally worthless right now.

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.

Jasmine’s Secret 4

It was the day that Alice’s company was due to shift over to the new office building. Jasmine woke up at 4 as usual. She had not been allowed to sleep in the house anymore, Owen frequently had friends over and she served them subserviently, completely naked of course, but in the night she had to huddle up on the moist grass to sleep. It was especially hard with her bells getting icy cold in the night, causing her nipples and clit to stiffen up as well. The sprinklers had been timed to spray her viciously at 4 every single morning. Just barely 6 months ago, she had been one of the best young lawyers in the city. Now, she was almost always naked and slave to her former boyfriend, and her hated neighbour. Jasmine quietly moved around the house that she had used to call home, noting the new pair of shoes at the doorway indicating that yet a different girl had stayed the night. Owen never introduced her as his ex, just “my slave”, and his friends loved it. Those who had actually knew her before never failed to have a go or two at her pussy when they were over. The girls were, ironically, worse, as they always called her hurtful names and chastised her for being a complete whore. Deep down, Jasmine still had some semblance of pride left.

It always gave her a wave of indignation to be creeping around in the morning, packing up the mess if any, and forcing herself to make little noise. It had used to be HER house! Now, she was little more than a maid there, having to clean up after others and worse still, having to be naked all the time and free for the taking. Owen had got over her quicker than she had expected, and it always made her tear up to think that he treated her just like a domestic pet. In fact, it had been his idea to tattoo “SLUT” in bold black on her bare mons, just above her slit. It said a lot that Jasmine actually missed her microdresses. Alice had decided that she would no longer need them at all, and they had all been locked away. When she was in public, she was only allowed the skimpy one piece teardrop thong. So, she wore one to and from work everyday, and it did not even cover the words at all. Jasmine had fallen to the extent that she was resigned to hoping that there was some goodness in the public eye not to drag her to a corner and rape her when she was travelling. So far, she had been lucky.

She did her exercises that morning under the cold sprinklers because she was worried that she would wake Owen and whoever was in her house. She never had a reason to be under such cold water before, and felt for some reason even more naked, with every splash on her bare body.

Jasmine reached the office the first, as she had for the past few days. She had been delegated the receptionist job. Every morning after she was done with her cleaning, she had to be kneeling in her waiting position just in front of the receptionist’s desk. That particular morning, however, for some reason, all the employees were late. The third party movers who had been called in for the day to assist were thus greeted with the beautiful sight of Jasmine, kneeling with her legs spread wide exposing the inner lips of her shaved pussy, and her arms wrapped behind her head thrusting out her enormous boobs. Jasmine was stunned and she did not know what to do, and the first thought that hit her was..

Alice was pleased and so were the Mexicans she had called in to help with the shifting. “She used to be a lawyer you know? But she found her true calling as a slut. Its no wonder she knew how to service you guys well while you all were waiting.” Jasmine was immensely embarrassed. Alice was right, for all her work as a normal person in the past, she had only thought of fucking the 3 men to keep them entertained just now. And fuck them she had. The men had been pleased, and with the promise of another fuck when they were done packing, they got about their work. Of course, the employees took great pleasure in getting Jasmine to lift the heaviest of loads that many of the men would have no problem lifting for themselves. Jasmine, with her boobs squashed between the boxes and her legs trembling, still could not believe how far she had fallen. At best, she was just a form of amusement for the bored. The constant tinkling of the bells attached to her clit always made her remember the shameful word forever emblazoned on her once-private area.

When the shifting was done, and all the boxes packed into the truck downstairs, Alice casually told her to fuck the men. Jasmine felt another pang of embarrassment. She had fucked customers, employees, drunken friends in the past few months, but she still felt an extra sense of dirtiness at being simply directed to offer her body to a few uneducated men. Alice sensed this, and gave her a slap directly on her uncovered pussy. “Slut, it says here. You are a slut. That means you fuck anything when anyone tells you to do so. Now go and make those men happy.” Jasmine had no choice of course, and she went into the meeting room for the last time, using her sultry look and a fuck-me-hard walk that she was now so used to. Her body was used again and again, bringing the feeling of worthlessness back to her with every pound and every ride.

A FEW MONTHS LATER..

Jasmine had found work again shortly after Owen had finally kicked her out of the house. Occasionally, he and Alice would call her to make use of her “talents”. The only difference was that she no longer had a place to live and she had resorted to renting a tiny apartment in the seediest location in town. Alice had arranged work for her though, and she was only allowed to work at those places when Alice did not need her servicing any customers. With the expansion of Alice’s company, there were plenty of occasions when rich tourists wanted a taste of the local cuisine, so to speak. Jasmine would thus be be summoned to wherever they were staying like a common slut, and give them a good fuck.

On days when she was free, she worked at a strip club. It was no ordinary strip club however. The girls were to be totally naked from the beginning already. The stripping was done at the doors. The girls would still perform on the stage now and then, but instead of taking of clothes that were not there, they would frequently be using various different fucking machines on themselves. Jasmine did not admit it, but the fucking machines were good, and she had not faked an orgasm so far. The bad part was that her pussy would feel like it had been pummeled by ten cocks the previous night.

She still had to go for her usual sessions at the salon, and she was a hot favourite for her girly hairless look. One day, her boss had told her that a group of customers had asked for her personally for a dance. Like a prostitute would, Jasmine piped up. Personal dances were not easy to come by, true, she was more popular than the rest, but it was not every night that she would get the chance to draw so much earnings. She was already behind on her rent. Jasmine knew the drill well, she got into the small room nearby, lay on the table spread eagle, and started working her fingers on her shaved pussy with her eyes shut. She heard people coming in but she was not allowed to open her eyes until she was ordered to. After a full 5 minutes of tinkling with her clit bell, she was told to open her eyes and kneel.

Jasmine did not get a good look around the room, knowing her eyes were not allowed to excessively roam. She got on her knees, arched her back thrusting out her tits, spread her legs and then used her fingers to further spread the lips of her shaved pussy. “Jasmine, Jasmine, Jasmine..” came a voice, and she looked up startled. She went by the stage name Jizzmine, and she thought she had heard wrongly. But she had not. A few of her former classmates from law school, an even mix of men and women, were there. And it showed on their faces that they recognized her as much as she recognized them. “Now, whatever are we going to do with this situation?” came Tony’s voice.