Chapter 7

The others were sitting in the living room on a sofa, and when they saw me, Claudia asked, “And, did anyone see you?”

“No,” I responded but added, “but I could have been. A couple went by but were too focused on their conversation that they missed me.”

Claudia giggled and said, “Too bad!”

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Nicole said, pulling me along again.

The house’s layout was the same as ours, except the furniture was slightly different. She took me upstairs to the bathroom.

Her bathroom was different than ours. It was more modern. While we had a bathtub with a shower head attached, she had a long walk-in shower with one of those fancy shower heads hanging down from the ceiling. I believe they call it a rain shower.

“Here is some shampoo,” she said while handing me a bottle. “Just take a nice long shower and then come and find me in my office. We need to have a private talk before we join the others.”

“Okay,” I responded.

She went out and closed the door behind her. Before I stepped into the shower, I looked at myself in the mirror above the sink. I couldn’t believe how I looked. I had mud streaks all over my body. I tried to sniff myself and was happy to notice that I didn’t stink.

Nicole’s shower was great. The moment I turned the tap, the water was already at the right temperature, and it stayed like that until I finished ten minutes later.

When I got out of the shower, I noticed someone had laid fresh towels in the sink. I wondered who it had been and if that person had watched me shower momentarily.

I took the first towel, dried my hair, and then used it on my body. With the second towel, I finished drying my body. While drying, I noticed my labia looked a little swollen and red, and my nipples were still rock hard. With no one else in the bathroom, I just needed to check. So, I quickly stuck a finger inside my vagina and noticed I was still wet. I felt that typical sticky feeling my juices always had, so I knew it wasn’t just water. I wiped my fingers dry and then picked up the third towel. It was bigger than the other two. I wrapped it around my body and then went out.

I went to the room where my dad’s office was at our home, but I found a bedroom in Nicole’s home. I checked all the other rooms upstairs, but they were all bedrooms. One room was locked, so I wondered what was behind that door.

Not finding Nicole on this floor, I decided to go downstairs. In the living room, my five new ‘friends’ were sitting on the sofa. They had stopped talking when they heard me coming down the stairs.

Claudia smiled at me and asked, “Feeling better?”

“Yes, much better. So, um, where is ... Patrick’s aunt?” I asked. I remembered that no one had told me her name yet. So to keep up the appearance that I didn’t know her, I didn’t ask about her by name.

“Oh, she’s in the cellar,” Patrick said. “She turned it into her office.”

“Thanks,” I responded, adding, “I better go to her then. It seems she wants to have a talk with me.”

“Okay, and tell her we ordered the pizzas. It should be here in about a half hour,” Patrick said.

Knowing the house’s layout, I went to the kitchen door and down the stairs.

“So, there you are,” Nicole said. “Feeling refreshed?”

“Yes, thank you,” I answered.

Her cellar was much cleaner than ours, and I liked how she used the space. In the left corner, she had a desk with three chairs. The desk was facing inwards, so she would sit with her back toward the wall, and guests could use the two chairs on the other side of her desk.

In the right corner, she had an area closed off with a plastic curtain, so I couldn’t see what she had there.

And on the left side, close to the staircase, she had a sitting area. She was sitting on one of the single sofas, facing a sofa for three people with a long coffee table between them.

“Come, sit down,” she said, moving her hand towards the long sofa.

I walked towards it, and before I could sit down, she surprised me by saying, “Maybe you should lose the towel now.”

I looked at her and wondered if she was kidding.

“Now, please!” she demanded.

I probably should have been shocked, but instead, I did as she asked and unwrapped the towel.

“Just throw it there,” she told me, pointing to the other single sofa.

I sat down on the long sofa and crossed my legs.

“No, don’t sit like that,” she told me. “Spread your legs, so I can have an unobstructed view of your pussy.”

I’m sure my eyes opened wide in surprise, but again, I didn’t object and just did as she had told me.

“Slide a little down,” she ordered me. “Yeah, perfect. Now we can have our talk.”

This is so strange, I thought. Seeing Nicole looking at me and my pussy, made me feel ashamed again ... but it also turned me on.

She stared at me awhile, then said, “It’s okay. You can sit crossed-legged now. I just wanted to test you a little.”

I sighed softly and pulled my legs up to sit as she had said. She kept looking at me, and then I thought about something, “Um ... Patrick told me they had ordered the pizzas. They should be here in a half hour.”

“Okay,” she responded, looked at me a little longer, and then said, “You’re probably wondering why I’m making you sit here with me naked. To explain this, I must first tell you about my conversation with your mother.”

“My mother? Did you call my mother?”

She smiled at me and said, “No. It’s about something she discussed with me before they left on their trip.”

I tilted my head a little in wonder.

“Do you know why you did what you did today?” she suddenly asked me.

“Um ... because I have fantasized about it for so long that I wanted to know how it would feel for real,” I tried to explain.

“How long have you been fantasizing about it?”

“Since I was sixteen.”

“And you have never acted on it before today?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Why not?” I repeated while thinking. “Well, because we lived in the city, it would have been too dangerous or impossible there.”

“And if it hadn’t been, would you have done it there?”

I frowned at her and said, “I haven’t really given it a thought. I just knew I would get into trouble in the city.”

“Okay, but imagine you would be allowed to do it there. Would you have done it then?”

At first, I didn’t know what to answer, but the more I thought about it, and if I really wouldn’t get into trouble for doing it there. “Probably, I would,” I answered.

“Okay, I have a few questions for you,” she said while picking up a piece of paper. “Please answer my questions honestly because they could change your life.”

I didn’t know what she meant, but I should be truthful anyway. “Okay, shoot,” I said, sounding carefree while my tummy was doing somersaults again.

“If you think about your fantasies, what are they about?”

“Um ... mostly about me being naked somewhere. Most often in a forest, but not all the time.”

“And in those fantasies, are you always naked, or are they about feeling nervous about being caught?”

Again, like with most of the following questions, I had to think about it. “I think, feeling nervous about being caught.”

“So, not just about being naked?”

“No, the naked part is more because if I get caught, I would feel embarrassed about it.”

“When you’re feeling embarrassed, does that turn you on?”

“Um ... yes.”

“Okay. Now something else. Your mother told me you had a boyfriend when you were twenty.”

“Yes.”

“How was your relationship with him?”

“It was ... fine.”

“Fine, in which way?”

“I don’t know, just fine.”

“What was it that attracted you to him?”

“Um...”

“Was he good-looking?”

“Not particularly.”

“Was he kind?”

“Yeah, well, no, it’s like ... he turned me on because he took charge of me.”

“He dominated you?”

“In a way, yes.”

“Did he make you do things you didn’t want?”

“Um ... yes.”

“But you did them anyway?”

“Yes.

“Did you really do everything he asked of you?”

“Yes ... um ... well, no. There was something I didn’t want to do.”

“And what was it?”

I could feel I was starting to blush again. “Well, he wanted to ... um ... fuck me in the ass, as he said. But that’s something I didn’t want him to do.”

“Because you were scared it would hurt you?”

“Mostly, yes.”

“Have you ever dreamed about it?”

“Um ... yes.”

“And in your dreams, you didn’t complain?”

“Whenever it happened in my dreams, I jumped awake. I’m petrified about it.”

“Okay, so you have some boundaries and will come out for them. Good. Can you tell me a few of the things he made you do? And I don’t mean the normal things, but the more extreme.”

“Um ... well, one of the things he liked me to do, was giving him a blowjob at unusual places.”

“Where?”

“Well, while he was driving his car, in the toilets at a club, or even in more public places.”

“And you always went along with it?”

“Yes.”

“How did you feel about it?”

“Most of the time, I felt scared of getting caught and also somewhat ashamed whenever someone did catch us.”

“And when you got caught, did you stop?”

“Not really. It depended on the situation. If those people just watched us, we didn’t stop. But if they complained and threatened to call the cops on us, we stopped.”

“And that’s the only two options that happened?”

“Um ... no.”

“What else happened?”

“Well, you have to know, when we did this in a bar or club, we always did it in the men’s restroom. And sometimes, some guys started to touch or undress me.”

“And you let them?”

“Yes.”

“Did you have sex with those men?”

“Yes.”

“How did this make you feel?”

“Like a ... um ... toy he would pass around.”

“Did you feel bad about it?”

“Not really bad, but I did feel ashamed about it.”

“But you never complained?”

“No.”

“Okay. Did you have sex at other places?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“Well, anywhere he wanted, but never at places where we could get into trouble with the cops.”

“Was that because you would say ‘no’ to him or because he found places where you wouldn’t get caught by cops?”

“Well, mostly the latter.”

“So, to round this up. Would you say that you did anything he wanted as long as it didn’t really disgust you or could harm you?”

“Um ... yes.”

“Okay. Well, then, I have only one other question left for you. Have you ever been bullied or humiliated by people?”

“Yes. A few times.”

“Did you try to stop them?”

“No.”

“Did any of them ever try to hurt you?”

“Well, not really. Some of them spanked me, but more for fun, not to hurt me.”

“If someone tries to hurt you. And I mean, really hurt you, would you fight back.”

“Of course! If someone tried to hit me to hurt me, I would fight back.”

Nicole nodded her head.

“So, can you tell me a recent story where you have been humiliated,”

I didn’t need to think long about this because it was something Claudia had made me think about today. And so, I told Nicole about my first year at college, where I had shaved my pussy for the first time and how those girls had teased and humiliated me with it. Thinking about it again made me feel excited while I talked about it. And I noted how the more humiliating it had been, the more I liked it afterward. But also, while it was happening, my fantasies about it later aroused me while thinking back on it. In fact, I liked it the best when they made me go around without panties and wearing a skirt. Those girls sometimes lifted my skirt and asked people what they thought about my shaved pussy. Although, they often used names that were a lot nastier than calling it a pussy.

After I was done, I noticed that Nicole had a slight blush on her cheeks. She surprised me again by demanding, “Now, let me see your pussy again.”

I didn’t hesitate and showed her my pussy by spreading my legs and keeping them on the sofa.

I noticed that she started to smile, with a look in her eyes that she had been right about something. She then said, “Just look at your pussy.”

I looked at it and noticed it was fiery red and very wet. Even my outer labia were wet from my juices, and there was a damp spot on the sofa.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized about the wet spot.

“It’s okay,” she said. “You can close your legs now.”

I didn’t close my legs this time but just folded my legs. It kept my pussy in full view, though.

“Okay, I hope I didn’t embarrass you too much with these questions. Although, judging by the outcome, I don’t think you minded it too much.”

I just smiled shyly at her.

“Now, let me explain why I asked you these things. It confirms what your mother was thinking about you.”

“My mother?”

“She knew something was happening with you but didn’t know what. You have to know I have a degree in psychiatry, and she wanted to have my opinion about what she thought about you.”

“What did she think about me?”

“She couldn’t place it. She only knew you couldn’t say ‘no’ to certain things. Whenever someone asked something from you, even when it was inconvenient, you always did what they asked.”

“Um ... that’s called being helpful,” I suggested.

She smiled and said, “Yes, you are helpful, but there is also being too helpful. Maybe you remember last winter when you were still living in the city. After you showered and exited the bathroom, she asked if you could put the trash cans at the street’s curb.”

“Well, I did that a lot for her,” I said.

“Yeah, but this time, you were still wearing your towel. Your mother had asked you this without saying when you needed to put them out. She thought you would get dressed first and then take them outside. Instead, you just took them out, in your towel and barefoot, in the snow!”

“Oh! I remember it now,” I responded.

“You should because when you walked back towards the front door, your towel came loose and fell on the ground. She noticed you didn’t even try to catch it when it happened.”