Chapter 7

Margaret’s thought of a new torment the following night. Once again, I was instructed to undress in the Media Room, but instead of placing my clothes on the sofa, I was told to hand them, one at a time, to Kate who stood there next to me to receive them. Kate offered no objection.

The following evening, Margaret again turned the screws. Instead of instructing me to undress myself in the Media Room, as she had the night before, this time Margaret asked – “Katie, would you like to do the honors of undressing your Mom for bed.” I was sure that this time Kate would object, and I was ready to quit and take my chances finding a new job. But Kate just said “Fine” in a passive way.

Margaret orchestrated the undressing, having Kate first unbutton my blouse and then remove my slacks. I was standing before my daughter in my bra and panties as Kate was waiting for Margaret to give the next instruction. Kate was then told to remove my bra. I turned my back to Kate and felt her fingers fumbling at the clasps. I felt the warmth of her fingers against my bare skin. Finally, she succeeded, and the bra opened. She then pulled the straps down off of my shoulders and exposed my breasts to Margaret. I was instructed then to turn around so Kate could remove my panties. I turned to face my daughter, with my nipples hard with the cool air as well as with my shame. As Kate bent over, her hair brushed against my nipples. She pulled down my panties and then I balanced myself on her shoulder as I stepped out of them. Margaret smiled, saying “Good girl, Katie!” when she had finished, and Kate smiled back with a sense of accomplishment.

Then Margaret turned to me and said, “My, my Jenna. Look at how hard and outstanding your nipples are. You must really like little Katie undressing you. Is that it, Jenna, do you like little Katie undressing Mommy for bed?”

When I said nothing, and looked down, Margaret demanded an answer. “I said, DO YOU LIKE little Katie undressing Mommy for bed.” I waited for Kate to say something to save me, but she said nothing, so I said, in a small voice, ‘If you like it then it’s OK with me.” Margaret said, “I’ll take that as a Yes, particularly since your nipples give you away.” She then took my hand and led me down the hall to her bedroom, once again leaving the door open.