Chapter 9

After a few more days of Kate undressing me, Margaret developed a new way to torture me. She asked me why I even bothered dressing at all when we all knew I would be nude by the end of the day. I replied that I certainly needed to be dressed to cook and serve meals. Margaret took that as an opening. She said – “Well then, we will have Kate undress you immediately after dinner, when we first begin watching TV in the Media Room. After all, you won’t be cooking or serving in the Media Room.”

And that is what happened that evening. After dinner, Margaret told us that she had a special treat for Kate in the Media Room. When we entered, Margaret told Kate that she would be undressing me before we sat down to watch TV. Kate said nothing, and I stood at attention while she carefully undressed me under Margaret’s instructions. My clothes were laid on the couch next to Kate (for removal later) and I sat naked and uncomfortable between Kate and Margaret. Margaret told me to relax – that it was nothing that Kate or she hadn’t seen before and that this would make bedtime so much easier. I leaned back and tried to relax. After a while, as I got into one of the TV shows, I almost forgot that was nude. Kate tried her best to ignore my nudity, and even started a conversation with me over the surprise ending to the show we were watching. Fortunately, no one tried to touch me and I wasn’t instructed to touch anyone.

The following morning, as Kate left for school, I had a chance to talk to her in private. I asked directly if Margaret forcing me to be nude bothered her. She replied flatly that it was “OK, since that is what Margaret wanted.” Since she didn’t object, I didn’t raise to her my own feelings of shame in having been placed in that situation.

In the afternoon, as I was preparing the dinner, Margaret came into the kitchen (unusual for her) and told me that she had considered my point that I needed to be dressed while cooking and serving dinner. She said that she didn’t see why I couldn’t just wear an apron during those chores and didn’t understand why I needed to be fully dressed at all during the day. She asked if I could see any reason why an apron wouldn’t be sufficient. I told her that I couldn’t see any reason.

So, when Kate returned home from school, she found me naked under a long white apron, the apron straps only barely covering my nipples and leaving my breasts virtually exposed and no covering at all for my rear. She asked, “What happened?” And I told her that Margaret didn’t see why an apron wouldn’t be enough for cooking and serving. Kate accepted that answer and ignored my nakedness while she sat on the barstool doing her homework.

I remained in the apron while serving dinner, my boobs slipping out of the straps from time to time. When the food was on the table, I sat down in my apron to eat, but Margaret reminded me that I had said that I only needed the apron while cooking and serving, not while eating. I couldn’t think of anything to say to challenge that, and Kate just said quietly eating her meal without protest. So, I removed the apron and eat my meal nude. I remained nude when I collected the dishes, placed them in the dishwasher, and joined Margaret and Kate in the Media Room. Once again I was directed to sit between Kate and Margaret.

Later than night, my nakedness was the subject of Margaret’s commentary during my mandatory jilling session. She pointed out that I seemed more comfortable today being nude than the day before (that was partially true) and that little Katie didn’t seem to mind mommy being naked while we watched TV. She asked,

“Did Mommy-slut enjoy showing her tits and pussy to little Katie? She must have, because I saw how hard her nipples were again. Maybe those nipples crave to have little Katie nursing on them again, like she did as a baby? You did nurse little Katie didn’t you Mommy-slut?”

I acknowledged nursing Kate, which led Margaret to say --

“Maybe one day I will give little Katie a chance to nurse on them again. Would you like that Jenna? To nurse little Katie again? Oh, I know you, Mommy-slut! You would love that and you couldn’t help from masturbating while she nursed, could you?”

I didn’t know how to answer that. I realized that I probably would jill if forced to nurse Kate again, but I didn’t want to do it and wanted to stop this whole descent into debauchery. But, I didn’t say that. I said, “Maybe.” Margaret said that she could make it happen if she wanted to, and I agreed that she had that power.