My Cousin's slave by Emma No Knickers Ever since I could remember I had always had these dreams of being made to do all kinds of embarrassing and humiliating things. Most of my masturbation fantasies consisted of me being put in shameful situations usually always naked or dressed in something childish and humiliating. I still live with my mum even though I am twenty-seven and although I have had a few boyfriends none has ever done anything that has really sparked my fire so to speak. At tea one evening my mum casually informed me that we were having houseguest's for the summer. My cousin Simon and his friend Carl were coming to stay. I did not see Simon all that often and had never paid him much attention and never even seen Carl. They were both fourteen and the prospect of having them around the house all summer did not appeal to me. I had a secret hobby which I knew their arrival would certainly spoil: I loved to walk around the house naked when ever my Mum was out and imagine people seeing me. It gave me a huge thrill to be completely naked doing ordinary things like just watching TV and all the time I had thoughts of every one I knew seeing me and treating me with contempt for being a shameless tart! On Saturday morning they arrived and as soon as they saw me they seemed to stare obscenely at me with wide eyes that were visibly undressing me. I could not look them in the eye and I felt myself blush as they shook my hand. That night my Mum went out and they were in their room playing computer games, I was frustrated because now I would usually be naked and dreaming of my fantasies. I opened a bottle of wine and began to resent their presence even though they had not yet been here a day. Simon came down for a drink and cheekily asked if they could share my wine, I knew it was wrong but for some reason I felt myself unable to say no to him. He even had the nerve to tell me to get two more glasses and take them upstairs to them. I walked in the room to find them stuck to the computer screen shooting some space creature and they barely acknowledged me. I poured them a small glass each and gave it to them. "Hey, your cool" said Carl and I found myself sitting on the bed at the side of them as they told me how to play the game and said I could have a go next. It was not top of my list of exciting things to do on a Saturday night but I thought what the hell and joined in. Of course I was absolutely useless at the game and the boys could do nothing but laugh at me and although I knew it was completely absurd it gave me a weird feeling to hear them laughing. After I had lost one game in about two minutes flat they said my forfeit was to get some more wine, as I complied a strange thrill ran through me at the thought of them making me do a forfeit. The next game I lost equally as quickly and without thinking I blurted out loud "so what's my forfeit now". I had never intended to actually say it and the room filled with silence as the boys looked amused at me. Carl broke the silence and laughed that maybe I should go and stand in the corner with my hands on my head until it was my turn again. I could not believe what he had said and yet I knew I would go and do it without question. I could her them both try to stifle a giggle as I put my hands on my head and a pure rush of shame surged through me. A thousand thoughts ran through my head on why I was doing this but all the time the thrill was building up inside me. It was my turn again and with my face as red as could be I walked back to the chair, I was hopeless and played the worst game ever. Simon and Carl laughed openly as I bowed my head and waited with baited breath for what they would tell me to do next. I could see the wine had affected them a little, not to mention me and I froze in fear at their request. They wanted me to take off my underwear and hand it to them then stand back against the wall. I told them it was outrages and I cold not be expected to do such a thing yet all the time I was imagining what a rush it would give me. Carl interrupted me and said that so was letting them drink the wine and how would I like my Mum to know I had done that. This was becoming surreal, here I was twenty-seven years old and trying to stop my Mum finding out I had given wine to two fourteen year old boys by giving them my underwear. I was adamant I would not do when Simon played his trump card, "we know your wearing black knickers, you have been showing us all night every time you got off the chair". I knew my skirt was a little short but I had no idea they could see up it and a fresh blush filled my cheeks. "So are you going to do it Emma" grinned Carl "or shall we tell your mum you've been flashing your knickers at us". I could not reply and just nodded my head at the boys; they were ecstatic with delight and sat in anticipation on the edge of the bed. I was wearing a T-shirt and knew it was big enough to allow me to pull my arm out of one of the sleeves, unfasten the clip on my bra and then pull it off my other arm. I tried not to look at them while I struggled to do it but out of the corner of my eye I could see them looking almost mesmerized. I threw the bra at them and put my arm back in my T-shirt, I was shocked as Carl nudged Simon, "can you see how her tits have sagged a bit". A thrill of unbelievable humiliation hit me like a train as they both gazed at my breasts beneath my T-shirt. "Yeah" replied Simon "and you can see her nipples", I knew they were hard and shuddered to think what they thought of me. "Come on knickers next" they laughed and my legs felt like they would give way as I reached for the waistband and slowly pulled them down. I felt so ashamed but yet so excited at the same time and could feel my heart pounding inside me. "Satisfied" I snapped as I threw them the kickers and watched as the boys laughed and giggled while handing them to each other and then put them under the bed. "What are you gonna do to get them back then Emma" said a smug looking Carl. "Nothing" I protested and almost pleaded with them not to be so mean to me and let me have them back as they had their fun. They were hysterical with laughter as they tried to speak and eventually Simon managed to tell me that I had to score five thousand on the game to win my undies. Reluctantly I agreed to their ridiculous demand and sat down in front of the screen but of course it was hopeless and I barely scored half the total. Despite this I knew deep inside me that this was what I wanted and I waited with the adrenaline running through me as to what they would do now. They seemed to have calmed down a lot and looked serious and the whole atmosphere was more intent and I was beginning to feel fear as well as excitement. "So what do you want to do Emma to earn your knickers" smiled Simon, I could not think of anything to say and without really thinking just mumbled that I would show them my bum for five seconds. Carl looked at me and gave me a very sarcastic reply; "ok Emma lets have a look". I turned round and began to lift my skirt as Simon whispered "oh god she's really going to do it" and then my skirt was high above my waist and the cool air bathed my exposed bum. "Brilliant" breathed Carl "I think you should stay like that until we say so, don't you Emma" I could hardly speak but managed a whispered "yesss" as they acknowledged me with a quiet laugh. I stood perfectly still trying not to clench my bum cheeks as I could feel their eyes burning through me, "what a cute arse" laughed Simon and then to my horror told me to walk backwards to them so they could feel it. "No" I argued "that's not part of the deal" I wanted to scream and run out of the room. Carl sounded so sure of himself and told me that if I did not behave then they would simply hand my underwear to my mum when she came home and tell her that I had stripped for them. I shuffled backwards in compliance knowing I was now totally under their command and I would have to do whatever they told me, which made me almost gasp out loud at the thought. I gave a little squeal of apprehension when Carl's hand touched my bum cheek making both the boys giggle and I began to breath heavier as he stroked his hand all over my bum. He encouraged Simon to have a feel as well and soon four hands were roaming across every square inch of my buttocks, they were almost kneading my cheeks and laughing how they could make them wobble. I am not sure who it was but I was given a crisp smack which made me jump and then after a moments silence another one only harder this time. A few more smacks followed and I lifted my legs to shuffle in protest and gave a long low moan, "hey this what she needs, her arse smacking". It was Carl and as he continued to reign smacks on my bum he taunted me "do you like this Emma having your bum smacked like a four year old". "Nooo, please don't" I begged but it fell on deaf ears as he carried on. I could feel my cheeks begin to burn and I was struggling to stand still as the smacks became less in number but were a lot harder. "Wow this is fantastic" laughed Carl "look how red I've made her arse" I couldn't stand it any more and put my hands to my stinging bum cheeks to rub them. "Turn round," yelled Carl and my mind was spinning as I obeyed, I was grateful that my skirt had fallen down to cover my pubic hair from their gaze. "What's the matter does your bum hurt," said Simon with a huge smirk all over his face. I couldn't in fact wouldn't answer them as they both sat smiling watching my shame before their very eyes. I wanted to cry but did not want to give them the satisfaction of knowing they had reduced me to tears so easily. "Emma" came a shout from downstairs and I stumbled in blind panic for a second, Simon and Carl seemed to sober up immediately and sat innocently at the computer. I picked up the wine bottle and pushed it under the bed and desperately tried to find my discarded underwear. I gave one last stretch under the bed but it was no use and with my face flushed as red as my backside I left the room as I heard my Mum walking up the stairs. I just managed to get to the bathroom before she saw me and plunged my face under some cold water, she was outside on the landing talking to me, telling what a good evening she had and did the boys give me any trouble. I would have laughed if it were not absurd, well if you don't count losing my underwear to them and getting my bare bum spanked like baby of course they gave me no trouble. I just muttered a quick "no of course not they were fine" and took a deep breath to compose myself before opening the door. I wanted to go straight to my bed but she reminded me to go and tidy up downstairs and all the time she continued to talk to me. I could feel my nipples become hard as I thought about her seeing my red bum beneath my skirt and the shame of her knowing that my fourteen year old cousin's friend had just given my bare bum a spanking. I am sure she noticed I was braless and she gave me a disapproving look as at last I could reach the safety of my bedroom. I was desperate to see my bum and took off my skirt and T-shirt before standing and twisting in front of the mirror. I was almost disappointed to see that it was only slightly pink and as I ran my hands over it I imagined them giving me a very severe thrashing in order to recover my underwear. It was this thought that filled my mind as I lay in bed and let my fingers wander between my legs and masturbate myself to sleep.
My Cousin's slave Chapter 2 In the morning the stark reality of what happened dawned on me and I was dreading seeing the boys. I could hear them talking and laughing as I walked past their room to the shower and as I stepped inside I noticed that my bum had no traces of last night's spanking left at all. Back in my room I opened my wardrobe and looked for something to wear, the thought of the boys seeing me undressed was almost overpowering and I was compelled to wear something attractive for them. I reached in to my drawer and chose some pink satin knickers and matching push up bra and almost trembled as I looked in the mirror at thought of them seeing me like this. I decided to wear a childish short summer dress that was fairly low cut and I even considered going to town and wearing stockings and suspenders but chickened out. I put on some make up and some white sandals and ventured downstairs. My Mum looked very surprised at what I was wearing and asked where I was going, she looked puzzled when I replied nowhere and then as the boys walked in she noticed them look with open mouths at me she gave me a disgusted look. My Mums obvious disapproval continued throughout breakfast as the boys never took their eyes off my cleavage and then just out of earshot of my Mum Carl whispered to me. "How's your bum Emma", they both tried to suppress laughter as my Mum asked what was the matter and I could feel my face burn red with the humiliation. After enduring a few more teasing comments from the boys every time my Mum turned her back breakfast was over and as the boys went to watch television I stood at the sink to wash the dishes. My Mum had gone upstairs to make the beds and I could feel someone starring at me, I turned round to see Carl sat on the kitchen worktop "you look cute this morning" he smiled. I did not know what to say and mumbled "thank you" as he reached in his pocket and took out my knickers from last night. "Want them back" he grinned and as I looked over my shoulder he waved them around triumphantly. "Me and Simon are going for a walk this morning are you coming" he asked but I knew it was not a question that needed an answer, "somewhere quiet" he fished saying and then gave me a knowing smile. I could not believe it when he actually asked my Mum if she knew anywhere nice and quiet that we could go for a walk as he emphasised how I had offered to go with them. She looked me up ad down with a gaze of utter dismay ad snapped "oh did she now", I dread to think what was going through her mind. Just as we were going through the door I noticed that I still had the sandals on my feet and realised that they were not very practical for walking. I ran upstairs to get my trainers but discovered I would have to wear socks as well so I put on some white ankle socks and looked in the mirror. Oh god I looked like ten-year-old but could not help myself from wanting to be seen like this. The boys said how cool I looked as we started walking and then Simon teased me by saying that he hoped I was going to behave for them. I blushed as I replied that I was but Carl extracted even more shame from me by making me actually promise to be a good girl. Soon we got to some countryside and Carl once again took my black knickers out of his pocket "so what are you going to do to earn them back". I looked at the floor and replied hesitantly "I don't know, maybe you can smack my bum some more", the boys were laughing out loud and Simon turned to me "what's the matter, do like having your bum smacked". The trouble was that I did but I hated the boys to realise so I pretended to be upset and begged them not do it and with out thinking I offered to strip for them right here. As soon as the words came out I knew what a mistake I had made and they agreed in unison that was what I should do. I was almost I tears as I begged them that it was not what I meant and I would strip once we were at home and my Mum was out again. They were having none of it and I was told to take every stitch off right now or they would hand my knickers to my Mum when we got home. I really did beg with them but they were not relenting at all and with real tears running down my cheeks I unzipped the back of my dress. With one last "please" I let the dress fall to my knees and stepped out of it, Carl held his hand out and I picked it up and gave it to him. "Thank you" he said smugly and I watched in total shock as he went to hide it behind some bushes, Simon congratulated him on his "wicked" idea and I was told to carry on walking. I was a few yards in front of them and I could hear them talking about me all the time, "look at that arse wobble", "she's enjoying this really", and then I gasped as Carl said "wait while she is stark bollock naked" to which they erupted in to laughter again. It was fairly remote but every once in a while I did hear other people and looked round desperately to see if I could be seen. After walking up a step hill I was out of breath when Simon said that it was not fair that Carl had a pair of my knickers and he didn't. They sat on a rock and told me I knew what to do about it, it was useless to protest and in front of their grinning faces I turned my back on them. Slowly I eased down my pink satin knickers and stepped out of them, instinctively I held them in front of my pubic mound and turned to face them. "Oh, are we a shy little girl" mocked Simon as he held out is hand, I walked towards them with words "little girl" ringing in my ears. For gods sake I am a twenty-seven year old woman what on earth was I doing behaving like this for them. With one hand clutching my soft brown pubes to shield them from view I handed Simon my most intimate garment. He grabbed them from me and pulled them tight between both hands to stretch them as far as he could then flicked Carl with them. They were laughing and joking as Carl retaliated with my black pair and soon they were running round trying to flick each other. I stood motionless and watched this childish spectacle when one of them flicked my bum from behind and then Carl piped up that he had a good idea. I listened in horror as he told me he wanted me to run to the top of the hill about half a mile away and back again, I pleaded with them not to make me do it. "You need to loose a few pounds anyway" laughed Carl and Simon joined in "yeah off your fat arse". The sound of their mocking laughter and crude remarks stung more than last nights spanking as I set off on my embarrassing task. The area was much more open now and I could be seen for miles and I imagined how ridiculous I must look. The fact that I was still wearing my push up bra made me even more conscious of my pathetic appearance and I prayed I would not be seen. As I reached the hill I could see a footpath clearly running up the side of it and then disaster struck. Three hikers appeared from nowhere straight in front of me, I don't know who was more surprised them or me. I staggered to a halt with my hands pressed between my legs and looked at the bemused expression on their faces. "Good morning" said one and I almost laughed at the absolute absurdity of having to reply "good morning" to three middle aged men whilst wearing white ankle socks, trainers and a pink push up bra. Never the less I acknowledged the greeting and quickly explained that I was doing a dare my friends had set me and I had to run to the top of the hill and back. I mumbled how sorry I was and began to jog past them still keeping my hands over my pussy. They all smiled at me and said how I had made their day and I cringed with shame as I felt all their eyes on my bouncing bum cheeks once I was past them. I can't describe the feeling I had as I continued to run knowing that at any minute I might be seen again. I imagined all kinds of people seeing me from old men to families with children and shuddered at the thought but yet it excited me. At last I reached the top and paused for a moment to look round, I could see the clump of trees where the boys were and then the sound of voices made me freeze with fear. I had nowhere to hide as a couple came from behind some rocks, they almost fell with shock at seeing me and I stuttered my story of caring out a dare. I told them I was just stopping for a minute to get my breath back and as the man looked me up and down the women gave him a sharp nudge, "shameless whore" she spat. "Why don't you piss off and get your thrill somewhere else", I wanted to cry with the humiliation and I hurried away my face burning with shame. Back down the hill I could see the three men walking towards me and I did not care about my near full frontal display as I tried to run as fast as I could past them. I was running so fast that my breasts were barely contained in my bra and as I got close to them it gave up hope of covering my remaining modesty. I stumbled and staggered desperately trying not to slow down in front of them yet push my lewdly bouncing boobs back inside the materiel of my bra. I could imagine how ridiculous I must look as peels of laughter rang out from them as I almost gave up hope and just let my breasts flail and bounce before their delighted eyes. Out of their sight I stopped and adjusted my bra and set off slowly for the relative safety of the trees. Before I could see them I heard the sound of the boys and as I rounded the last bend I almost collapsed with exhaustion and sheer relief. I stood with my hands on my knees gasping for breath and when I saw what they were doing I wanted to burst in to tears. They had each made a sort of catapult with a broken branch and my knickers as the sling and were having a competition to see who could throw a hard green berry the furthest. I looked in absolute mortification as Simon stretched out my pink satin knickers as tight as could be between the vee of the branch and then held a berry right in the crotch where a short while ago they had nestled in my most secret place and fired it away. I couldn't believe they had stripped me near naked and all they were bothered about were stupid childish games amongst themselves. I wanted to curl up and just cry at the unbelievable humiliation running through me when Carl at last paid me some attention. "Hey, enjoyed your run you fat bitch" he laughed I was shocked at how insulting he was with me and shouted back at him "you don't have to call me names", "and I am not fat". He looked at me and smiled "so your not fat OK", "but you are a bitch aren't you?" I shook my head in protest but could not bring myself to look him in the eyes. "Want us to show Mummy our new toys" joined in Simon; my mouth was dry and I could feel the cold sweat running down my back as I looked up to them. "Yes I am a bitch" I whispered, "louder" barked Carl "I am a bitch" I repeated and again and again I shouted as they laughed at me. "Now we want a nice target to aim at with our new toys" said Carl and before I realised what was happening they had me knelt on all fours on the grass. I shuddered with shame as they went to sit a few yards behind me and it dawned on me that they were going to aim at my bum. The first one whizzed past my ears and I thought how much it might hurt when it hit me and then the thought of pain soon vanished from my mind. "Open wide" laughed Simon and I realised he wanted me to open my legs, "please NO" I begged "you can't make me do that, you will see everything" they just burst out in to loud laughter and Carl walked up to me. "Smack, Smack" echoed round the trees as he gave me two slaps to my upturned rump as hard as he could "I can carry on like that all day until you do" he snarled and I knew it was hopeless to offer any resistance. I closed my eyes tight shut and sighed a deep breath as I opened my knees, "wider" he snapped not satisfied until my legs were thrust obscenely apart. I could feel the breeze between my legs and knew that all I had was on open display to my teenage cousin and his friend. My lack of any remaining dignity was soon forgot as the sting of a berry hit my bum amid cheers from the boys and an indignant "ouch" from me. They carried on their game for what seemed like an eternity only interrupted by mocking comments about what they could see of me. "Look at her hairy cunt", "it's a pity smacking her arse makes too much noise", "the dirty bitch is even showing her arse hole" were the ones that stuck in my mind. I suddenly remembered it was getting late and we had promised to be back home for dinner, I told the boys that we had to go now but before I got up Simon said he had one last surprise for me. I could hear then whispering and I could feel them both walk up to me and I could almost sense their breath as I knew they were taking a close look at me. I was allowed up and with my back to them Carl told me to bend over a little and pull my bum cheeks apart with my hands "oh god please NO" I begged but they reminded me they had just had a thorough look at my wide open bum hole so what was I shy about. I did what they asked with trembling hands and then swallowed hard as I felt their fingers between my bum cheeks. I could feel something cold as well and listened in astonishment as they told me they had placed two berries between in the cleft of my bum and I was to clench my buttocks all the way home to stop them dropping out. "Look she is waddling like a duck" they laughed at my obscene attempt to keep them in place. As we walked back to were my dress was hidden they told me that they had identified the two berries as their own and who's ever stayed in the longest was going to give me a good spanking the next time my Mum went out. I outwardly cringed with yet more shame as they made me admit that it was what I deserved and I wanted my bottom smacking like a baby. Carl ran ahead to retrieve my dress as I continued to walk in the most ridiculous way possible. "Can I ask you something Emma?" said Simon "your enjoying all this aren't you" I could only reply with a stammered "No of course not", "Ha, you could have fooled me" as he ran to catch up with Carl.
My Cousin's slave Chapter 3 The dress was horribly screwed up and creased as Carl handed it to me and without waiting for me to ungainly fasten the zip myself they strode off still laughing from their outrages treatment of me. They walked in front of me all the time laughing and chatting every so often looking back at me and asking if the berries were safe. I had tried my best to keep my bum cheeks together and this stopped me from walking as fast as they were. Simon and Carl had still had my knickers in their hands making no attempt to hide them as people walked by, even occasionally stretching them to flick each other. We were only a few yards from home and I pleaded with the boys to give me them back but of course they ignored me completely. As they opened the door to the house I was relieved to see that they had put them in their pockets and I was desperate to get to my room and change before my Mum saw the state I was in. Carl walked in to the lounge and told me to join him while Simon went to talk to my Mum in the kitchen. I was horrified to learn that he wanted to look at the berries right here in the next room to my Mum. I begged him not to do this to me and promised again to do anything he wanted but not here. He took out my knickers from his pocket and put them across the sofa, "I guess I will leave them here for everyone to see". I knew it was useless to protest any longer and I lifted my dress and bent over to show him my bum. He said he could see the berries between my cheeks and told me to open my legs wide to let them fall. I did as I was told and my heart raced even faster when I realized the curtains were wide open and anyone walking up the drive would see everything I had. I could feel the two berries lodged side ways across my anus and although I could not open my legs any wider they still stayed in their place. Carl gave a little laugh when he noticed "looks like they need some help Emma" and for a split second I thought he was about to take hold of them. Ohh, I wish he had when I heard whet he wanted me to do next; I was to wriggle and push my bum up to try and make the berries fall. I hesitated only to be reminded that I was not moving until they had and Mum might walk in anytime. I was facing the door and instinctively looked up not daring to comprehend the implication of my Mother seeing me like this as I began to lewdly shake my bum from side to side to make the berries fall. I continued to thrust and wriggle and perform a quite vulgar display in front of his grinning face when at last I felt the berries loosen and fall. He proclaimed the result a draw as he thought both the berries fell out together but then a wicked smile came across he face. He told me to kneel in front of him as he picked the berries off the floor. Before I could stop him he had forced my mouth open and put the berries inside, "don't swallow Emma," he laughed, "they might be poisonous". I listened in horror as he told me to keep them in my mouth while he went to fetch Simon. He seemed to be gone ages and all I could think about was where the berries had been just a short while earlier; touching my own bum hole and being squeezed by my bum cheeks. I felt sick at the thought but even worse I felt so humiliated letting myself be treated like this by two fourteen year old boys. All of a sudden the door opened and I was still on my knees where Carl left me, I had never thought about moving "oh god look at the bitch she is loving every second of this," exclaimed Simon. He held out his hand under my mouth and told me to let one of the berries drop, I could not bear to look at him as he gazed at it to see who's it was. Carl gave a triumphant "yes" followed by long satisfying laugh and I was left in no doubt who would be smacking my bum at the first chance they got. The shout that dinner was ready spared me further shame, or at least I thought so. I was given one last choice before we walked to the dinning room I could give my bra to Carl now or he would put my knickers somewhere in the room and wait to see who found them. A second shout from my Mum brought real fear to me how on earth could I let him hide my knickers knowing it was her who was most likely to find them. "Please Carl no " I almost wanted to cry as he held out his hand for my bra and I felt my hands going to the fastener with his gloating eyes watching every move. He put both my knickers and my bra under his jumper and pushed me in front of him through the door. I could see instantly the alarming look of disapproval from my Mum and as I took my seat I glanced down to look at my boobs. I wanted to curl up and just cry, the material of the dress was so thin and tight that my nipples were clearly and obscenely showing but what was so much worse was that they were becoming so hard by my shame. "Look at the state of you my girl" she snapped "don't you dare think your sitting here looking like that", Carl tried to hold back a giggle as I stood up my face burning with embarrassment. I could not imagine what was going through her mind, as she looked me up and down, my crumpled dress and braless tits for all to see left me sobbing as I ran from the room. I could not face going back downstairs as I lay on my bed crying with the utter frustration of it all. Part of me wanted them to torment and even spank me but this was more that I could take and I only had myself to blame. Later my Mum shouted me downstairs and told me she was going to stay with grandma for a few days, as she was not well. I was stood silently as she told me to keep the house tidy, make the boys their meals and then like a five year old she told me to "behave yourself my girl". Simon and Carl had grins like a Cheshire cat as she continued to lecture me and finally said "and I have asked the boys to tell me if you don't" This was a nightmare how could she choose now of all times to go and leave me at the mercy of them. Before she had even closed the door Carl walked up to me "is poor little Emma going to have her bum smacked then" and they both burst in to laughter. This was absurd how could I have been so foolish to let things go this far but despite my acute humiliation I felt a peculiar thrill run through me. The boys decided that they would like some beer for tonight as they thought it would be thirsty work smacking my bum. I tried to tell them I would not go and buy them any when Carl walked up to me and gave me a sharp slap across my face! "Listen bitch" he snarled "you are our toy now, and we will play what ever games we want with you understand". I sobbed, "yes" to him, as even Simon seemed to have no compassion for me at the way his friend was treating me. I was told to undress in front of them until I was stark naked and I obeyed without hesitation I had really been mastered by Carl now. I stood with my legs slightly apart and my hands behind me as he walked round me; Simon sat on the sofa with a strange smile on his face at my discomfort. I promised Carl I would do anything he told me and he made me admit I was a dirty bitch and needed this shame to teach me who was in charge. Carl looked across at Simon "I told you your cousin was one of them submissive sluts didn't I" he went on to talk about how he had read some stuff on the internet about women who get off on being told what to do and having their bum smacked. I had no shame left as I was made to agree with him that I was a submissive little slut who craved this torment and abuse but begged them not to tell anyone. Carl took hold of my nipple and gave it a squeeze "depends if you're a good girl Emma" he sneered. I promised I would indeed be a good girl and he ran his hands down to my bush of pubic hair. "I notice that a lot of these submissive sluts have their pubes shaved Emma" he said, I gave a gasp of pure shame at the realisation of his words "would you like that" he continued to mock. Simon got up off the sofa and ran upstairs saying he had a "cool idea" I waited with baited breath to see their next invention of my torment. "Look" he shouted and held up a brand new electric shaver in a box "my dad bought me this in case I needed it, it would be so cool to christen it on your cunt hair Emma". Carl was in fits of laughter with Simon as they decided that would be a way cool idea and I could only look down at my dark brown bush and shudder in the shame that two fourteen year old boys were about to shave it all off. Simon eagerly opened the box and then gave a resounding look of despair when he read that the battery needed charging for one hour at least. Carl was not disappointed as he told me I had time to go to the shop and buy some beer for them. I made to get dressed when I was told that they thought as I admitted I was a slut I should at least look like one in public as well as in front of them. "Ohhhhhhh please no please " I begged, "you can't, you promised not to tell anyone else if was a good girl" I felt ridiculous having to beg two boys but beg I did. They were only too pleased to take me to my room and decide what I should wear. I was told to put some make up on while they searched through my wardrobe and as Simon looked for the shortest skirt he could find I sat numb as Carl emptied my underwear drawer. "We're going to keep all your knickers and your bra's Emma," he casually informed me as if he was doing me a favour. Simon gave a hoot of delight and held up a tiny black skirt, "Oh god Simon NO" I yelled. It was an old netball skirt I last wore when I was sixteen, "please you can't expect me to wear that" but it was no use. I finished my make up and turned to see what they had laid out on the bed for me, I wanted to cry at the thought a walking outside wearing them. Carl had brought my knee length black boots to begin with and they giggled to each other as I put them on first. Then the ridiculous excuse for a skirt, which I could not even fasten and had to have the zip half way down at the side then held with a safety pin. I was grateful that at least they had chosen a long white blouse, which covered my waist and the zip even if it was a little see through. I began to button up the blouse when Carl stopped me, "oh no Emma, just tie the bottom" I gasped in shock when I saw myself in the mirror and begged Carl to let me fasten at least one or two of the buttons on the blouse. From the tie at the bottom it was open to my shoulders and only just contained my boobs, any movement and my breasts would simply fall out. Carl for once relented and agreed that I may fasten a couple of buttons just below my tits as he put it. This made happy that at least my breasts would stay covered but had the effect of pulling the material tight across them and making my nipples more visible. I asked Carl if I could have some knickers and he told me to ask him properly, "please may I have some knickers" I felt like a two year old and he paused for a moment then said "no". I pleaded again that the skirt was far too short to go out in public even as I stood still it barely covered my pussy and my bum. I hoped and prayed we would not meet anyone I knew as we set of to walk to the shop every step caused the air to blow through my legs and remind me how practically naked I was. Why was I accepting this shame so easily.
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