Chapter 6: Lotioned Up

The next day I woke up late, and oddly rejuvenated, yet sore, a fire burning between my legs. I remembered the bag I received and opened it. It was lotion. I looked at the clock and realized I was running really late. Feeling I didn't have time to put it on then, I put it in my purse. Not being able to wear panties, I decided on a long skirt and thigh highs stockings because pantyhose would have rubbed on my pussy and ass. I felt slightly sexy in stockings and newly shaved, and rushed to work feeling strangely good. It was after eight, way later than I ever got to work, and I began feeling stressed about arriving so late, especially since I left work early yesterday. Upon arriving, Audree was already there and followed me into my office and locked my door. An opportunity to end this was finally at hand. I turned around to speak to my assistant, but her confident smirk as her eyes met mine weakened my resilience. A sense of submission instead rushed through me.

"So, Annie-girl, did you get your big girl cunt shaved like you were supposed to?" she asked bluntly. My face burned with a now familiar humiliation and my embarrassment pulsed through me. I felt my pussy burn at the same time, but not in pain.

Instead of standing up for myself, as I should have done, I answered her question like a good slave should, "Yes, Ms. Audree, I did as I was ordered." Why did I use that word? It just makes me sound even more like a little child. Audree followed me around my desk and stood next to me, and then patted the top of the desk. I looked at her, unsure of her intentions or expectations.

Patting the desk again, she demanded, "Jump up here and show me, I want to see your big girl cunt." I hesitated a little; the building was full of employees, unlike our late Friday meeting. She said sternly, "Come Annie-girl, don't be shy. I just want to see Brenda's handy work and make sure you did as you were told."

I looked back at the door. Reading my mind, Audree reassured me, "Yes Annie-girl, the door is locked. I will be the only one to see your naked cunt."

Wanting to get this over with, I jumped up onto my desk and started to spread my legs some. But I was wearing a pencil skirt and quickly realized this was not going to work. I looked at her, and she asked, "Is there a problem, Annie-girl?"

"I can't open my legs wide enough, Ms. Audree."

"Well, there is a lesson here, isn't there? You should always wear skirts or dresses that I can get to easily." I looked at her, unsure what to do next. "So I guess you will have to take your skirt off, won't you, Annie-girl?"

This was dangerous. What if someone knocked at my door while I was half naked? I pleaded with her to reconsider her order. She just continued to look at me expectantly. Resignedly, I hopped down, unzipped the side of my skirt and removed it. Oddly, I was way less shy and nervous. I finished and hopped back up on my desk. While I obeyed another command, Ms. Audree sat in my chair, at my desk, and slid up to where my knees were locked together. I could literally feel the power shift in my office; I went from boss to servant. She brought her hands to my knees and put a little pressure on them. She said, approvingly for once, "Thigh high stockings, Annie-girl, that is very grown up of you. I expect you to wear such lingerie under your outfits every day now. Is that understood?"