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This is one of my favorite stories. It is not written by me but by an extremely talented Indian writer. I wish he had continued writing this or some other stories. Alas...

I am posting this here (with certain modifications) so that readers get to know how wonderful a writer he is. The essence of humiliation is well captured and makes this a must-read...

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Let's start from the beginning. My full name, I shall not reveal. To my friends I am Deepti. It all started when I was pursuing a pH D in Mumbai University. Three years ago:

I'm 38 years old, 5 feet and 3 inches tall. People say I am very good looking. I have a slight inkling that I am.

A couple of years ago, I had just joined Mumbai University, and had found an apartment quite close to the campus, in a rather safe and posh part of the town. I could afford the place due to my scholarship and the fact that I shared it with a couple of other girls, Tejashree and Shweta. They were both going to the Mumbai University. Tejashree was also doing a PhD under prof. Big D, in a similar topic. Tejashree was my oldest friend. We had both gone to school together, had been neighbors in our faraway hometown, and now we both joined Prof D in the same time. Tejashree found Shweta - an 18 year old undergrad who didn't want to stay in the dorm, but couldn't afford an apartment without asking her parents for money. With a part time job as a waitress at the Horniman Circle, Starbucks, Shweta could get by in the apartment, paying less rent than me and Tejashree, in exchange for bunking in the living room, in a fold-able bed The first term went by in a flurry of coursework and a gradual erosion of awkward shyness..

In the space of the term, the three of us had become comfortable with each other and by the time we met for the first time after the break in the living room, we knew each other fairly well.

Tejashree, slightly tall, thin and black/brown haired, had sc****d through the trimester with barely enough grades to work for Prof. D.

"It's a relief though," she said, as she sat on the dining room table. "No more coursework!" She gave Shweta a mock evil grin.

The younger college girl pouted. "ja, gaand mara." Shweta was quite foul-mouthed. Her smile robbed the words of offense as she stuck her tongue out at Tejashree. Even though she was a lot younger than both of us, she gave Tejashree scant respect. To me, however she was adorable. She came to me for all her academic doubts, she asked me for all relationship advice. In short she was like the daughter I didn't have.

Shweta was a bold girl. I would bet anything that she was not a virgin. Her boyfriend, Akash was a year older than her. I had seen them making out tons of times all over the campus, and every time she caught my eye and winked from behind Akash's face smothering her - behind the stands, in the library, in the terrace. Everywhere. They couldn't keep themselves off each other. I found that slightly irritating, having recently divorced, but I still had waved back at Akash once when he stopped sucking Shweta's face long enough to turn back, smile at me and wave. I didn't mind her. She could be quite sweet.

She dressed, well, like a mini-slut. Her skirt hems always far from her knees, her jeans always tight and low and her tops always tight and low cut.

Now, she was sitting with her legs crossed under her, on the couch. Her miniskirt riding up to give us a view of her thighs. Her T-shirt was tight, and I noticed that her boobs seemed to have gotten bigger over the break. Since when did I start noticing another girl's boobs? Since now, I guess.

"Are you taking any courses this year Deepti?" she asked, looking at me.

"Yeah, a couple..." I replied.

Tejashree looked at me like I was crazy. "Why would you do extra coursework on top of the teaching assistance you need to do for Prof? It's not like you need to."

I shrugged and smiled. We hung out and caught up until eventually Shweta fell asleep. The semester was starting well.

Couple of weekends later, I was still single. And very horny by now. So as a consequence I was working extra hard on the courses. I was feeling pretty good by the Friday night. We had plans for a girls night in. That is when it started.

We watched a movie and drank some wine. I think one of the reasons Shweta hung out with us a lot is because of all the free access to alcohol. I was through my fourth glass and now getting quite tipsy. It was a proper pajama party, and I didn't see anything stopping me from getting drunk.

I was the only one wearing pajamas though. Shweta was wearing a short nightie, letting me see glimpses of her panties all the time, and Tejashree was wearing a long t-shirt and shorts. I don't know whether it was the alcohol, or Shweta being so cute, but I found my eyes drawn to her legs in the hope of getting a panty shot once every couple of minutes.

I shook my head. Get a hold of yourself Deepti. You're not a lesbian.

After a couple of more glasses, I wasn't thinking clearly. I had also seen enough of Shweta to get me wet downstairs. I couldn't believe myself. I was still in denial. All this leads me to what happened next.

Tejashree suggested we play spin the bottle, or Poker. Shweta's grin looked very evil to me. "Strip poker!" she yelled. Tejashree stared at Shweta. "Ewww!" She said, but still smiling. Then they both looked at me.

I was still grinning foolishly. I still don't know what I was thinking when I said, OK.

I guess I thought I would be wearing more than the other too, and had a greater chance of seeing Shweta naked. Maybe Tejashree too.

What is wrong with you Deepti. She's your best friend. I shocked myself into a trance for a minute while Shweta went to get the cards.

I drunkenly listened to the rules, in a haze of the shock of having just imagined my best friend in a sexual context. Eventually the games started. Soon it was apparent that I was too drunk to play. Two hands later I was down to my bra and panties, and Shweta was grinning evilly. Tejashree was rolling on the floor laughing at me.

"OK guys, I'm t-too drunk to p-play..." I lisped. "Let-ss-s stop." I got up and snorted indignantly at a giggling Tejashree.

"Aww come on Deepti." Shweta pleaded. "We might lose next. I know for a fact that Tejashree is not wearing a bra." Tejashree stuck out her tongue at Shweta.

"Here have some Dutch courage," Shweta gave me a glass of wine.

I looked at her, sighed and took the glass, and downed it.

And lost the next game.

Tejashree was again rolling in a fit of giggles. Shweta looked even more evil as she chanted. "Take it off.. take it off.. "

Tejashree said, "Bra or panties Deepti?" I looked at her. Even she looked evil, but with an amused glint in her eyes.

Shweta said, "Wow you are quite full up top. Why don't you take off the bra?" I looked at her with a drunken mixture of indignation and anger for a moment. She stared coolly back. At my breasts.

At that moment I completely succumbed.

Alcohol? flattery? Submissiveness?

I shuddered and felt slightly sick at the last thought as I reached back and unhooked the strap. Shweta said something to the effect of "Release the puppies" and Tejashree whooped as I slid off the garment, eyes downcast, now more than slightly aroused that I was doing this in front of Tejashree.

I bounced free, reddish brown nipples and all. Tejashree went into another bout of giggles.

I frowned at her. "I didn't think my boobs were so fa-funny."

"They are stupendous... " Tejashree replied, warmly.

"..ly huge. You cow" said Shweta. Her grin did not remove the offense from her words, but as I looked at her, I didn't feel anger and indignation. My pussy squirted my panties wet. And Shweta looked down and spotted the soaked nature of said garment.

At that moment I should have left, stormed off. Instead I sat down, jiggling, and kept my thighs together to hide my embarrassing arousal and said "OK let's get on with the game."

Shweta dealt again. I had a really bad hand, so I folded. Now either Tejashree or Shweta would have to lose some clothing, I thought triumphantly. But it wasn't to happen.

"No way are you folding Deepti. Come on." Shweta said, handing me back my cards. Again, I should have been furious. Instead, I obeyed her, sighed and called. End result, I lost again.

Both of them were now looking at me expectantly. I was flushing red now, and furious with myself. And I doubt even Tejashree, who was on the far side of the room, couldn't have not smelt my arousal by now.

Without any direction, I got up and pulled my panties down my leg.

"Hurrah!" they cheered, as I was naked as the day I was born. I was now really tired of Tejashree who was giggling at my bush, while Shweta was grinning evilly.

"I guess that is game over guys," Tejashree said, after a while when the giggles had subsided and they had both gotten a good look at all of me. "Yup" I said, reaching for my clothes.

Shweta had other ideas. The evil little bitch.

"nah uh." She stopped me. "The games just starting. Proposed extension of rules." I don't know why I stopped to listen further. It was like this 18 year old had full control over me. And I was 38!

"The game goes on, but the person who loses should accept dares from the winner. And do anything she says." I swear I could see horns on her head.

Tejashree nodded vigorously. She was too drunk.

I sat down, now wetting the floor ever so slightly. WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME!!

Surprisingly, during the next surreal nude game, I won, and Shweta lost. Shweta smiled and took off one of her slippers. Tejashree giggled. I indignantly slurred. "Hey, that's not fair..."

"OK", Shweta shrugged, and removed her other slipper and grinned at me.

I fumed quietly through the next game, and unsurprisingly lost, to Tejashree.

"OK," Shweta said, and went over to Tejashree and whispered to her ear as I waited patiently for my fate. Tejashree giggled even more. She then looked at me and said as Shweta went back to her seat, "Ok, here's the dare. I want you to go upstairs, to my room, get my waxing strips and completely wax yourself down there. Smooth as when you were ten years ago."

I was shocked. But I found myself moving without a word upstairs, and in a trance found her kit. My yells of pain brought giggles from downstairs, and by the time I finished and look at myself, I flushed furiously. I looked like a baby.

I walked downstairs and was greeted with gales of laughter from Tejashree. I was getting very annoyed with her now. By the end of the next game, Tejashree was very drunk. But I still managed to lose. Was I purposefully losing? Again, what is wrong with me!.

Shweta was the winner, now. I felt a chill up my spine as I looked expectantly at her. "OK, Deepti. For your dare, I want you to eat me out." I was stunned speechless. "With one condition. I want you to wear a blindfold while doing it."

"Why?" my voice was hoarse after not having said anything for a while.

"I don't want you seeing my cha-cha-cha silly!" Shweta said as she picked up my panties. "Modesty, you know."

That was when I felt so humiliated. Here I was sitting with both my nipples and my clit embarrassingly erect and staring at her, while smooth as a baby down below, and she didn't want to show me her pussy.

The final straw came when she said, "Guess what you'll be wearing for a blindfold.", holding my wet panties stretched in front of me.

But the straw didn't break my back. I stayed still while she pulled the elastic waistband around my head to tie a knot, and twisted it around till the gusset hung over my nose. The smell was overpowering. My own juices. I was humiliated and aroused, endlessly. The nagging voice at the back of my head stopped asking what was wrong with me as I let me head be guided between Shweta's legs. I was thrust blindly between her thighs until I made contact with my destination. Her own panties were pulled down between her legs. I tasted her. Fought the urge to puke; tongued her. She thrust herself into me, suffocating me in her. My nose was stimulating her clit. My tongue, her insides. It lasted for 15 minutes until she came. My face was soaked. My hair a wet stringy mess. I had swallowed a lot of Shweta hormones.

Five more minutes later, Shweta made herself decent, and said. "That was great. Wow, Deepti!"

Five more minutes later, when she had calmed down, she let me take of the "blindfold". I looked up and saw Shweta grinning and giving me the thumbs up. I didn't know what to say. I looked around and saw that Tejashree had passed out,

Go figure. I think she missed the last humiliating episode.

We both lifted her to her room, me still naked, and after a humiliating awkward silence I left to my room, head splitting, Shweta's evil grin still completely filling it.

I went to sleep naked, in a daze. What had I done? Had every ounce of self-esteem left me? I'd just stripped naked, shaved myself and given oral sex to my eighteen year old roommate. All under her orders. The game felt like a pretext to exercise my submissive side.

I could have left anytime. Shweta and Tejashree would have ribbed me for a couple of days and the whole thing would've been forgotten. But now - neither me nor Shweta could ever forget this night.

I started crying. What was wrong with me?

The next morning I woke up to the mild headache, but stayed indoors. I shower changed and ate some biscuits from a tin and some energy drinks. I dared not show my face downstairs.

Eventually hunger overcame me and I went downstairs, hoping both of my roommates wouldn't be home. No luck. They were on the couch watching TV.

"Hey Deepti!" they chorused, as if nothing had happened the previous night. I cautiously made conversation while eating leftovers of the pizza they had ordered. The next fifteen minutes were surreal. It turned out that Tejashree was so sloshed that she didn't remember any of it. She remembered that I had lost and stripped after some time, but that was that. Shweta on the other hand pretended that nothing had happened, and this was perfectly fine with me. Her behavior however, made me slightly uneasy. I would have expected her to have told Tejashree everything by now just to humiliate me, judging by what I'd seen of her last night. Ah, well, I thought. She's not so bad after all. Suddenly I felt buoyed. So last night could be forgotten after all. I grabbed one more slice and sat down next to Shweta, making Tejashree scoot over.

Barely a couple of minutes past, I felt normality sinking in, with a great sense of elation. The movie was bad, but we were making fun of it. Tejashree and Shweta were hugging cushions, and there were a lot of cushions between Shweta and Tejashree. It wasn't cold, but Tejashree liked to snuggle up with cushions. As I reached for some popcorn, giggling at a joke Tejashree made about the actress on screen, out the corner of my eye I could see Shweta typing. I was about to ask her who she was talking to when I felt my own phone buzz in my sweatpants pocket.

I suddenly chilled up. She was messaging me. I glanced sideways and Shweta was carrying on with the small talk with Tejashree whom I could barely see under her cushions. So I quickly took out my phone and opened the message.

Of course it was from her. My face paled and I felt lead weights in my gut as I saw a couple of photos of me, naked from yesterday, sitting cross-legged puffy red pussy completely exposed. I glared at Shweta. The next photo was me, wearing my own panties as blindfold and licking Shweta's pussy. Her face was nowhere in the shot.

Another text followed. I quickly opened it, by now flushing furiously. How could I think even for a moment that this would not come back to haunt me? I could feel tears forming as I read the next message.

"Don't try to convince yourselves that you're not a submissive slut. You were so wet yesterday. Now I don't want to blackmail you. I'll even delete the photos, if you admit to me, truthfully, that you didn't enjoy yesterday night."

I glared at her now fuming. The bitch. I replied. "No!"

She took her time checking the reply. I fixed my gaze at the TV steadfastly, my vision was blurred. Tejashree was blissfully unaware of the whole thing. Shweta looked at me and I saw her delete all the photos. I was crying now. I looked at her and mouthed "Thank you." She held my hand and gave me a tissue. I was breaking down now. This was too much.

My phone vibrated again. "See? No problems. Now stop crying, I have another proposal."

Now I was slightly excited, and calmer. She didn't have any leverage on me, and nothing could go wrong. I wiped my face and text-ed her back. "?"

She typed back.

"I think you lied. You did love last night. To convince you I give you a chance. A chance to be my slave for an hour. You will completely obey me for an hour, and at the end you can decide whether to stop it, or continue till you feel like you want to stop it. What do you say?"

I read and re-read the message. At the end of it, my heart was racing. I found myself strangely drawn towards the proposition. There was an unusual fire in my gut that totally engulfed my senses. A raw sexual heat. In a daze, I replied,

"OK. Just one hour though."

Shweta looked up. Her evil grin was back. My pubic area moistened. I smiled back.

She then went back to chatting with Tejashree while I contemplated my submission. This was fun, I thought. I am in control. Just an hour, in the house. What could she do?

My phone buzzed again. I opened it. She had been typing when I was in my reverie.

"Excuse yourself and go up to my wardrobe in Tejashree's room. Strip, put your clothes in it and wait for my next text."

I looked at her, she was typing furiously. I excused myself saying I had some calls to make and went up to Tejashree's room. Shweta had her wardrobe there. On entering I was met with a brilliant flash of pink. Most of Tejashree's stuff was pink, her bed sheets, her wallpaper. Thank god her carpet wasn't pink. I quickly stripped naked and looked at myself in the mirror. Naked and bald as the day I was born.

My phone buzzed again, and my pulse quickened.

"Put your clothes into my wardrobe, and look at the back of the bottom most shelf. You'll find my skimpiest cheer-leading skirt from high school. Wear it and send me a selfie."

I roughly bundled my clothes and stuffed them in Shweta's closet. I bent down and groped around in the bottom shelf until my hands grasped a band of material. I instantly chilled. The skirt was brief. I took it out. I was shocked. How could Shweta have worn this? Admittedly she was shorter, and this was from her high school, but this was obscene.

I stepped into it reluctantly and pulled it up my legs. It was too tight. It stuck to my thighs. I struggled a bit and pulled it up until it was stretched low over my hips. I looked at the mirror. It was so low over my hips that my pubic vee was showing, and my hair would've been visible if I weren't bald like a baby. My slit was just covered. I think. I looked carefully at the mirror, and when standing absolutely straight, nothing showed. I turned around. I was showing a couple of inches of butt cleavage. How could a skirt be so short? I felt humiliated and obscene. I took a selfie and sent it back.

My phone beeped. I picked it up from Tejashree's bed and opened it with an increasing feeling of dread. Why did I agree to this? By now I knew that Shweta was utterly and completely wicked and loved humiliating me. The panties blindfold. The waxing. Now this.

"Do you like the skirt? You look slutty. I forgot to tell you, I had it shortened a while ago:) Now my assignment for you is to come down and watch the movie with us for 5 mins, then offer to go get us some burgers. Dressed as you are. :)"

I was shocked. Not because of the level of humiliating exhibitionism she expected of me, but by my own arousal. I was furiously turned on by this 18-year-old's orders. She brought out a raw sexuality in me. It was then I knew that this would not stop in an hour. I would obey her. Just for the raw sexual pleasure. It was then I realized that I was an exhibitionist humiliation slut. I cried for a couple of minutes thinking about my pathetic desires. I imagined myself facing Tejashree with only this skirt on. She would laugh at me first, and then slowly become disgusted? Annoyed?

The thought of her reaction was pushed out by a scene of me standing in queue at the burger till at McDonalds in just the skirt, looking around furiously for known faces who might recognize me.
My hand went down to check how wet I was. It turned out, I could do that without touching the hem of the skirt. Oh god. I was now dripping down my thighs. I took some tissues and wiped myself, all the while trying to work some courage to go down topless, and pretty much bottomless.

My phone buzzed again. "Too scared? need a top? I have a deal. I warn you, it won't be easy. XOXO"

I had no choice. "Please give me a top to wear." I replied.

I waited patiently for her reply. "Here's the deal. I'll give you a top. All you have to do is this. Pick up all your clothes, including the ones in your laundry and put them into your wardrobe. Now can you do that for me?"

I obediently went across to my room and picked up all my clothes. My thighs were slick as I bent down to tidy up the laundry basket. Now Shweta is making me clean my own room? What was her motive?

Soon I texted her back that the deed was done and waited sitting on my bed. The skirt was so short that my bare ass was on the bed and the hem came down to tickle the surface. I got up and faced the mirror and sat with my thighs stuck together. I could clearly see that I wasn't wearing panties. There was the triangle of skin between my thighs that were visible if I slightly bent down. My phone buzzed.

"Good girl. Now lock the wardrobe and bring the key with you. There you'll find a blue tube top. It's all yours."

Now I felt slightly scared. Those were all my clothes in that wardrobe. I quickly went back to her room with the wardrobe locked and the key in my hand. I opened her closet, bent down and dropped the key in the lowest shelf. I then peered into the gloom and saw a bit of blue material. I pulled it out into the light.

A sudden rush, a curious mixture of humiliation and strong arousal hit me. It was a white tube top with a big pair of red lips on them. It was rather good looking, except for its size. It was extremely tiny, barely a band of material 5 inches wide and ridiculously little. I sighed and pulled it up over my head. I panicked briefly when it got stuck over my shoulders. Carefully I slipped one arm and then the other through the impossibly tight top. This was going to cling to me. I nearly tore the elastic getting it to my chest above my boobs. I stood there with my top a band over my boobs and looked at the mirror again. My face fell when I noticed that my skirt had ridden up my butt. I could see my pussy. I adjusted the skirt again, pulling it low over my hips to barely cover my slit and started the long battle of pulling the top over my breasts.

After much struggle my nipples were covered. I was showing cleavage and under-boob, the top compressing my boobs against each other and bulging them out, nipples clearly poking out. This was indecent. I was clothed, but as close to naked as possible. Will I be arrested outside? I wondered. I started sobbing quietly.

My phone beeped. "Dressed?" I wondered how to reply. Was I really dressed? Why was I doing this?

I replied with a selfie and worked up the courage to go downstairs.

Chapter 3.

Eventually, I wiped my pussy dry for the tenth time and adjusted the skirt one last time before slowly walking to the hall. I peered in. The duo were still sitting in the couch watching the movie. I could see the back of Tejashree's head. I sighed and walked around the couch without looking at either of them. I had to pass in front of them and the TV to get to my spot. I heard Tejashree scream and gasp.

"What are you wearing?" She squealed. My stomach turned. I tried to smile and did a small pirouette.

"My new slut-wear. How do you like it?" I said, my voice nearly breaking. I didn't know how Tejashree would react. She could be totally disgusted and yell at me.

But she didn't. She squealed and giggled. "You look like a slut!"

I was relieved and I did an awkward grin. I felt awful.

"You are too big for that top. You're more out of it than in. " Tejashree laughed. I blushed. She was right. "And you're clearly not wearing a bra. What happened to you Deepti?"

I grinned again. "I guess I felt slutty today." More laughter.

Shweta said, "I bet she's not wearing panties either." and grabbed the hem of my skirt and lifted. "Yup"

Tejashree was literally rolling on the floor laughing now. After ages, she got up, stuck her tongue at me and said, "Whore!"

"Bitch!" I replied as I plonked down on the couch. We watched TV for some time more. Shweta kept peeking at the triangle of skin visible between my thighs. Tejashree just ignored me. The movie finished soon, and Shweta got up.

"Let's get some food. Let's go to Joshi's." She said. Joshi's was a local hangout, far from the Mumbai University, but a few people who lived in our area frequented it, some of whom were students.

Tejashree did a mini scowl. "I'm too lazy to get up. Besides, I'm not that hungry. Get me something if you go."

"Okay," Shweta said. " Deepti, you coming?"

Tejashree looked at me expectantly, grinning.

"Yeah, I'll come. But first, I'd better change." I said.

Tejashree giggled, "You'd better girl!"

I followed Shweta upstairs to her room. We both entered, and she turned around and closed the door behind her. I turned to face her, my heartbeat rising.

"Well?" She said, looking evil.

"Well what?" I said, putting a brave front. There was something about her that made me want to submit to her. She was a natural dominant.

"The hour is up. What did you decide?" She said. "Are you willing to be my slave slut?"

She walked over, not even looking at me. Slave slut. I was incredibly turned on. She bent into the closet and found my wardrobe key. She also picked up another bit of clothing. It looked like a belt, but it was made of cloth. "If you submit to me, I'll satisfy your craving for humiliation. I will degrade you like you've never dreamed of. Your cunt," I shivered. She smiled. "will be permanently wet."

I was now blushing furiously. I have never been so turned on in my life. I felt so attracted to this 18 year old.

She walked around me. "You'll be wearing what I tell you to, you'll be dating whom I want you to."

I licked the sweat off my upper lip. I was melting down..

"The skirt you're wearing right now will be one of your more conservative ones." I chilled. She was evil. She exactly knew all my right buttons.

"I'll give you time to decide. Five minutes." She held out her hand, holding the cloth and the key. "Here. Go to your room. Decide. I'll be waiting at the lift. If you want to continue, and be my pet wear the skirt and bring the key back. If not, then unlock your old wardrobe and wear anything you want. Let's go to Joshi's."

I was shocked. She expected me to wear this belt as a skirt? How does she think of this?

I watched as she left, leaving the door open. I didn't need any time to decide. I had already decided half an hour ago. My pussy ruled my brain. Tejashree was right. I am a slut.

I didn't even go to my room. I pulled down my Nano skirt and stepped out of it. I looked up as I left the skirt on the bed and froze as I saw Shweta leaving the apartment, closing the door looking at a bottomless me. She had a smirk on her face.

Chapter 4.

I looked at the belt. It was actually a cloth belt for one of Shweta's skirts. I had seen her wearing it. I groaned. This won't function as a skirt. How am I supposed to cover my pussy? Maybe that was not the idea, I thought.

I pulled it up over my hips. At the lowest point, over my hips, It came down to cover the top of my slit. My cunt was on display to anyone remotely looking at my direction. The split of my pussy lips was visible from several feet away.

I quickly left the apartment, avoiding being seen by Tejashree. I saw Shweta grinning, holding out her hand. "The key please, pet." I gave her the key. The deal was sealed.

She looked at me contemptuously. "You are a slut aren't you, pet?" She said, looking at my exposed slit.

I blushed furiously. "Answer me," she said, disapprovingly.

"Yes I am." I whispered.

"Of course you are," she giggled. "Look at the amount of under-boob you are showing!"

I was puzzled. My vagina was bloody naked. Why was she so worried about me showing a bit of boob?

"Cover it, slut!" She said as she entered the elevator. I followed her, hastily pulling down the tube top, careful for my nipples not to pop out. I looked at the mirrored walls, My aureole were peeking out. But I had no choice but to let them. I realized that Shweta wanted me as close to naked as possible in public.

We were silent for the drive to Joshi's, except for when Shweta whispered into her cellphone for a short call. I was too busy driving, scared at being so exposed in public to care. Luckily the drive was short.

We parked outside Joshi's and got out. My skirt had ridden up now, exposing my fairly engorged clit hood. I pulled it down. I was blushing furiously and terrified. What if someone from my classes saw me. What if my professor were here?

I followed Shweta, who went inside without a care in the world. Of course, she was wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt and underwear. Why would she be embarrassed? She found a seat in a corner and told me the order to get.

I groaned as I looked at the queue. There were two people waiting there. They looked like a couple, so I hoped they'd have only one order.

Joshi's was empty apart from the four of us. I looked at the counter and saw Rohan, the waiter guy fiddling with the broken vending machine, and I realized that this might take some time, maximizing my humiliation in this i*****l outfit.

I stood unobtrusively behind the girl in the queue. The guy had turned back and was chatting with her. They didn't seem to be in a hurry. Thank god I didn't know either of them.

It was only a matter of time before the guy saw my outfit. And see me he did. He nearly reacted when Rohan shouted, "Just a couple of minutes, now!", and he turned hastily to the counter. I stood unobtrusively, as close to the wall as possible. The girl didn't turn around.

I barely breathed, standing still. So far so good. The guy kept trying to discreetly look at my pussy.

I looked at Shweta. She had her phone out, continuously recording my humiliation.

Did I mention that I was incredibly turned on at this point?

The door opened. I froze. Another customer. And this time my luck had run out. In came Varsha.

Varsha was a dyke. One of those butch kinds, tall and well built. I knew her only as the girl in the Mumbai University printing shop, where she took photocopies and project prints for a living. She always had a gruff manner towards others, but was extra nice to me whenever I went there. I had always suspected she had a crush on me. I was quite flattered by her attention too, often having long chats with her while the prints were happening.

Now, she looked at me frozen, from the doorway. For a long time, I looked at her and she looked me. Well, at my pussy. I was bright red when I said hoarsely, "Hi".

"Hi Deepti." She said, joining me at the queue. "looks like you forgot to wear some pants," She whispered.

I blushed. A long and awkward silence followed. Rohan began taking the couple's order. Varsha began to smile at me. "Why are you dressed like a whore? In fact, whores as a rule wear much more than this."

I remembered Varsha being much nicer to me at the shop. I didn't reply. Varsha caught my eye darting towards Shweta. She looked at Shweta, then back at me and asked, "Are you with her?"

I nodded.

She asked again, "Are you dating her?"

I shook my head, rather more vigorously than needed.

Varsha grinned stupidly. "I like dumb sluts. Do you want to go out with me to dinner sometime?"

I was shocked. She was hitting on me. I awkwardly turned around. Then Varsha did something that completely turned my legs into jelly. She reached around my bare waist and cupped my pussy. I gasped. She then pinched my left pussy lips entirely between her large thumb and index finger. I was terrified. My most private parts were being groped at by this monster in public.

She whispered in my ear, both my left labia in her steely grip. "I said, will you go out with me sometime?"

My phone beeped as I stood there frozen, my pussy now slightly hurting at the dyke's man handling. I opened the message. It was from Shweta, and it had two words. "Say Yes."

I closed the phone. Varsha increased the pressure, and now pulled me around by my pussy lips cruelly. I started to cry. I nodded at her. "Yes." I said.

"Good!" Varsha beamed, quite softly now, and released her hold on my womanhood. I was almost relieved when I heard a scream from behind me.

"SLUT!" I whipped around. The girl had seen me. My heart dropped. She was furious. "WHORE! Rohan, this bimbo is naked! Bitch!"

I quickly turned tail and fled, running blindly, tears flying everywhere. I didn't stop until I reached my car. I was no longer horny.

Yesterday, I was this nice girl, doing her own stuff. Now, I was a slut slave to an eighteen year old, been worse than naked in public, offended another woman and had a lesbian date with a butch dyke.

I sobbed for some time and then stopped, cleaning myself as Shweta came out of the store with the food and Varsha, both of them laughing.

I was slowly recovering from the episode in Joshi's. My brain was freezing. I was sitting in a car in a public parking lot with my pussy exposed to the world. One thing that was sure is that being bottomless or nearly so dropped my IQ and self-esteem to the floor. Somehow I just couldn't bring myself to stand up to a person who was talking to me looking at my most private parts.

But how had I got into the situation? Shweta. As I thought about her I looked out again. There she was talking with Varsha and laughing. I had little doubt whom they were laughing about. She was so pretty to me right now. The mad twinkle in her eye as she was laughing at me churned my guts. Maybe I was bisexual after all. The more I looked at her, the more I thought about the events of the last two days. I have never had a more sexually charged day. I had had more orgasms thinking about yesterday than I had in any other day in my life. Neither of my previous boyfriends unearthed my inner submissiveness like Shweta. They had been kind and caring and respectful. Sure, Deepak had cheated on me, but he was treated me well.

I realized I didn't want that. I wanted to be treated like Shweta treated me. Sure, I freaked out when that woman yelled, but I knew I'd rub myself off thinking about the episode for the rest of my life. It took a while to fully sink in how kinky and messed up I was.

I realized I was in a daze and looked up. The couple were leaving the store with their food, the girl in a heated argument with the guy. I smiled through my drying tears. Shweta left Varsha and walked towards the car. Varsha waved at me and went back to the store grinning.

As Shweta entered the car and opened her mouth to speak, I blurted out. "I'm sorry Shweta. I shouldn't have freaked out.".

Shweta's jaw dropped. She looked at me for a minute. "Well blow me down Deepti. And here I was coming to apologize to you for taking it to the extreme."

I didn't know what to say. I stared at her. Now I felt weird about my nakedness.

My long reverie had made things clear for me. If ever I were to have a sexually satisfying relationship, I needed Shweta. Only she could push all my buttons.

"Now since you apologized first I assume you want to continue playing the humiliating slut bimbo persona." Her evil grin was back. "Am I right?"

I looked down, not answering. The theory that I was a dumb bimbo when naked below the waist held up. I could see the leather seat glistening between my thighs. I nodded.

"Ok, pet. Here's the deal. I won't tolerate these outbursts of disobedience any more. You either submit to me or you don't. Don't k** yourself that you're not turned on." She sneered at my blatantly wet core. My IQ dropped further.

"Now, I don't want to have safe words and stuff. I don't buy into that BDSM shit. You are my sub because you are messed up and love to be humiliated. I am your Dom because I love humiliating you. You just entrusted control of your whole life to me. You're mine to control. I decide what you wear and who you date. Now are we up to speed on that?."

She was no longer looking at my pussy. She was dead serious. I was secreting a small pool on the seat. She continued.

"Now, I don't want any rebellions like the one we had in the store. I promise you that you won't get arrested and you'll have time for school. In turn I want your complete cooperation."

I remained silent. I was furiously getting into this. How sick was I?

"Now just to make sure of this, let's play a game. Whenever I give you an order or a rule you suggest something to make it incrementally more humiliating for you. Got it?"

I was shocked. She was asking me to participate in my own degradation. She was a genius.

She waited a bit as I absorbed the new game. The grin was back. She was enjoying this thoroughly.

"If you fail to do this, I'll assume you are rebelling, and I'll no longer say anything to you. Is that clear?"

I nodded far too quickly for my own liking.

"Now let me give you an example. If I now order you to go back in there and ask Varsha for her number so that you can call her back tonight, you will suggest something like ..." She paused and fished in the dashboard, taking out the marker we kept there to write on CDs. "You'll request her to write the number on an exposed part of your body. Got it?"

I took the marker. I was ready to do it. My sick mind totally cottoned onto her idea. I had to come up with ways of humiliating myself further to let her know that I'm still her bitch. If I don't it's like a safe word. She stops playing with me. How ingenious.

"Now go in there and ask Varsha to write the number on an exposed part of your body." She looked at me meaningfully. Then I realized. That was her new order. I froze to think of a way I can make this more humiliating. I couldn't believe the words coming out of my own mouth.

"Shweta, to make this more humiliating, can I strip naked before going?"

Shweta's mouth split her face. I have never seen her this gleeful. "Atta girl. Not bad for a start." She patted my head condescendingly. My pussy drooled. I felt strangely elated, and sick, given that I was facing the prospect of going into the diner again naked and asking for Varsha's number

"You may." Shweta said.

I took off my top and pulled off my belt. Naked in broad daylight, I shuddered as I walked to the diner with the marker held tightly.

I peered into the diner hiding my body against the wall. The parking lot was not open to the road, so I was relatively safe and Joshi's was empty except for my soon to be girlfriend. Even Rohan was out back waiting to hear the bell that tinkled when someone opened the door. Shweta had given this some thought.

I gingerly tiptoed in, holding the bell's dong to prevent it from tinkling. I turned around silently and saw that Varsha was grinning at me.

I thanked my stars when she whispered.

"Decided you were dressed too conservatively did we?"

I went up to her and stood awkwardly. Varsha leaned back in her seat and looked at me inscrutably. "So, what’s up babe?" She asked.

"Varsha will you give me your number so I can call you tomorrow?" I gulped. "For our date?"

"Sure girl," She chuckled. "I suppose you have some paper on you?"

I blushed. "About that.. " I held out the marker. "Can you write it on me?"

Varsha guffawed. I was terrified. I didn't want Rohan to come out.

She took the marker. "As you say babe..." She pulled me closer with a hand on my butt and wrote on my belly - Varsha.

And then right below it, where my pubic hair would have been, she wrote her number in neat writing.

She looked up at me and gazed at me with remarkably clear eyes for a long time. She had a crush on me, and I felt bad I didn't feel the same. It was a long awkward pause.

In the end, she sighed. "Tell me something. Is that Shweta making you do all this?"

I thought for a second before nodding. "Do you really want to do this babe?"

I paused. I knew how she felt. I was years older than Shweta. I wondered why I was doing this. Naked in a diner in front of a friend. Asking her to write her number on my naked body. I shook my head. Now wasn't the right time to think about it. I was already too far gone. And Rohan might come in any minute.

Varsha continued. "If you're being blackmailed, tell me. I can fix that wimp." She grimaced towards the parking lot.

I shook my head. "No Varsha. I want this." I took a deep breath. "I get off on this."

I turned and left, leaving an open mouthed Varsha.

I sounded confident to Varsha, but I was confused. When off the sexual high, I scared myself.

When I came back from the diner, with Varsha's number written across my pubic area, I was slightly shivering. I was just giving up control to this little twerp. She now knows that she could make me do nearly anything she wanted me to. I was controlled by my pussy and she held the buttons to that. I convinced myself that If I did ever develop a semblance of a backbone and stand up to her she'd blackmail me with all the videos she took of me today. Even though I did to Varsha, I didn't want to admit to myself that I wanted this.

As if to reinforce my self-persuasions, I could see her recording my walk towards the car. I looked down and I saw how vulgar the writing looked on my body.

Which girl in her right mind would allow anybody to do this to her?

More pertinently, is said girl too far gone if she is aroused by being owned and toyed with in this fashion?

No. I fought back tears. I wouldn't be aroused by being dominated by just anybody. It was Shweta. The look on her pixie face. There was something about her. A side of her, and mine, that I didn't know until yesterday. I somehow wanted to please her. To fulfill her dares. Requests. Orders. Commands. Instructions. Rules.

Rules. Where did that come from?

I shuddered.

Her evil grin was replaced by a wry smirk as she closed her phone and started the car. My guts twitched in a slight resurgence of arousal as I buckled up. I didn't even bother dressing. My naked ass stuck uncomfortably to the leather. My vagina squelched distinctly as I re positioned myself. I blushed. The seat was very wet and sticky. And it was my doing entirely.

We were both quiet all through the brief ride back. Sometimes I wonder why we even drive to this place. It is just a mile away. Oh, wait, I thought to myself. Did I now want to do the embarrassing trip on foot? Genius.

Shweta didn't say anything, but I could see her lips moving quietly, in an ever present smile as she thought to herself. She had a new toy to play with. Not a half a foot Barbie doll but a bimbo who was taller and older than her. I again went into a brain freeze.

I could feel her glancing at me. She knew I was mulling over the events since the game yesterday. I dimly registered her pulling into the basement parking lot of the building instead of the empty lots near the driveway. I felt slightly thankful for that.

The basement was empty except for cars. She got out and reached into the back as I unbuckled. I slowly started focusing on the present. She fished out my top.

She dropped it on my thighs. "Clean the car and then yourself with it dear." I obediently got out and proceeded to soil the only piece of clothing that sufficiently covered me this afternoon with my own secretions. I could feel her inspecting me from behind all through the task. Once the seat was clean, I dabbed it between my thighs to dry myself.

I looked at her, having finished the disgusting chore, the damp top in my hand. She looked back at me expectantly. She was staring as if she was waiting for me to say something. Her lips became narrow. I thought back furiously as to what she expected.

It occurred to me a full minute later. Or so it felt.

The red flag rule. If I didn't suggest something incrementally humiliating to any order she gave me, it was the equivalent of a red flag. A safe word. I almost forgot the devious rule. I was surprised she remembered it. I shuddered at the deviousness of it.

I pushed away thoughts of what she would do if I did raise the red flag. Instead I spent my dwindling brain power coming up with this.

"Can I wear this top back for the rest of the day?"

Did I detect relief in her face? The inscrutable smile soon replaced any trace of emotion. I couldn't believe I said that. That little bit of cloth was now positively pungent. I couldn't imagine bringing it close to my body.

"As your only clothing? Yes you may. And thanks for suggesting that." She said picking up the food and climbing the stairs.

Of course I didn't mean that. This was terrible. I wanted to argue. To rebel. But then, being bottomless in the apartment didn't seem like much after what I had done at the diner.

I pulled my top up by stepping into it. No way was I bringing it close to my face. It was smelling badly by the time I pulled it up to cover my boobs.

I groaned as I remembered Tejashree. How am I going to explain this to her? Should I even face her like this. I still couldn't judge how she'd react. In the end I decided I didn't want to risk our friendship.

I then had a stroke of genius. Maybe it was because no one was looking at my pussy. I decided to somehow sneak past her and go to my room. Shweta had not specifically ordered me to come up and face Tejashree. If she had done that right then, I'd have rebelled. I couldn't care less if she blackmailed me. She'd have to do it in front of Tejashree.

I ran up. If Shweta had any further of her games to play today, she'd have to text me, I thought wryly.

This was my mini-rebellion. How sick was that?

I don't exactly remember how I sneaked past the pair watching TV and eating food. I didn't think about what explanation Shweta gave for my absence. I went up and plonked myself on the bed and pulled up the sheets and went into a blissful dreamless sleep..

I was woken up that evening by the door to my room creaking. It was Tejashree. I had my eyes tightly shut, and sheets firmly pulled up. She paused for about a minute, as if in a dilemma to whisper something and wake me up, but then she decided against it and closed the door. I went back to sleep again.

Eventually I got up and looked at the time. It was 7 pm. For the rest of the night I buried myself in my coursework and assignments. I occasionally broke off to check Facebook and get a cautious snack from the fridge.

I still wasn't disobeying Shweta for some reason. I didn't even see Shweta or Tejashree for the rest of the night. Having gotten rid of most of my coursework, I fell asleep again while reviewing a paper for my prof.

Sunday morning. The first thing I did was get rid of my top. It was plastered to my chest. I had to peel it off. I threw it in my laundry basket and took a long shower, washing away all the events of yesterday. It seemed like a long time ago. Sociology research and coursework helped forget.

I came out having dried myself with the spare towel I kept in my hanger. I tugged at my wardrobe door. It didn't budge. I sighed as I remembered. The key was with Shweta. I was now terribly annoyed at myself for giving her the key and submitting to her. I tied the towel around me. It covered me sufficiently, considering what I wore yesterday. I still couldn't digest the fact that I obeyed that little bitch and wore that excuse for a skirt to the diner, flashing some strangers. I cringed at the thought and sat on the bed, slightly depressed.

I spent ages there before working up the courage to text Shweta. I wanted to demand my key back. I wanted to actually confront her! I felt very different from myself from yesterday. I had grown a backbone overnight. The fact that at the end of the night I hadn't received any sexual satisfaction might have something to do with it.

"Give me my keys." I sent to Shweta. I immediately regretted it. "As an afterthought, I added: "Please"

I started pacing the room. Why was I so sick? Why did I do all the things she ordered me to do yesterday. I shuddered and cringed. She was outrageous in her demands, and I complied. She made a grown woman go bottomless into a cafe and then forced her to beg to strip and go in again. The fact that I was the woman was just hitting me hard. I had force myself not to cry as I remembered the videos she must have made. Why did I have this idiotic tie between my arousal and self-destruction?

Should I seek professional help? I pictured myself explaining my situation to a ther****t and cringed again. My phone rang. It was not Shweta, but Tejashree.

"Hey." I said.

"Hey Deepti," She sounded cautious. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, was just tired yesterday." She must have been wondering about lot of things. I was struggling to not give any details.

"What happened yesterday? I didn't even see you come back from Joshi's. Shweta said you were talking with Varsha, from the copy shop. When did you come back?"

My throat lumped up. I had forgotten about Varsha. Her number! I had just washed it away!

" Deepti? You there?" Tejashree's voice brought me down with a bang.

"Sorry, Tejashree, yeah. Um... Yeah.. Varsha was at Joshi's. We were hanging out for a while... "

"Oh... mm. OK. Fine. Anyway.. What about lunch with the gang?" She didn't sound convinced, but her last bit about lunch with the gang set my heart soaring. The gang was a bunch of girls from high school, who worked and lived around Mumbai University. We had become great friends during the term, better than at school, partly because of the fact that we were alone in the big city. Sharon, Kajal, Aarti, Tejashree and me.

We hung out on weekends through long hours. They were my reprieve from tiring coursework.

"Awesome!" I said, my words mirroring my glee.

"Great!" Tejashree sounded slightly relieved. I could see why. My behavior for the past couple of days hadn't exactly been normal. "The usual place at noon. I'm at the mall for some shopping. I had to leave without you because you were out cold when I checked. Wake up, sleepy head, and meet us here."

"Yeah sure," I said. We hung up. I felt slightly gloomy now. What was I going to wear?

I checked the phone. Shweta's message had come during the call. Hopefully she'd let me wear something conservative. Somehow, I couldn't see that happening.

The reply came. "Come to Tejashree's room if you want clothes to wear."

As I had feared. I wrapped the towel around myself and tried to think of the gang. I worked up the courage and went out.

I closed the door behind as soon as I came in. Shweta was at her laptop looking at a video. I froze as I saw a naked woman walking out of Joshi's with writing on her body. I was partly relieved. I could get the number from the video! But mostly terrified.

She turned and advanced towards me. She was clearly very aroused. With a smile she tugged off my towel. I was naked again. It seemed to my preferred state before her. She spoke in a very husky voice. It sounded weirdly funny as it still had a hint of teenage highness about it.

"It makes me so horny when you act like the bimbo you are!"

This both scared and excited me. But nothing could have prepared me for what came next. I opened my mouth to say "Shweta, please give me something to wear! I need to go meet the gang for lunch at ...", and the next thing I knew her tongue was forcing mine back nearly into my throat. We kissed for a long time. She was literally mauling my breasts, kneading them like dough. Her tongue was a fierce forceful entity in my mouth. She sucked and bit my tongue, forcing me into the bed. It was brilliant. Probably the best kiss I ever had.

I was beginning to moisten downstairs as she cupped me between my thighs. She was incredibly rough, but hot. Before I knew it I was accommodating two of her fingers curled up and fingernails scratching at my spot. At that moment I knew I was not the first girl she had done this to.

She detached her face from mine at long last and started talking. Her fingers never left me. Her other hand was crushing my left breast. "You are huge, you know." She was referring to my boobs. "I mean, you are a cow." I blushed. I had always been bigger than most girls, but not too big. Of course, compared to a nearly flat teenage Shweta, I felt like a cow. Her saying that, however, both humiliated and aroused me.

"I was looking forward to you coming up here yesterday. I could have made you come like mad. Instead you sulked away in your room."

She added a third digit. I didn't know what to say. "I'm here now." I said at long last.

She looked at me for a minute. She stopped moving her hand. I was perplexed. Why did she stop. She pulled her fingers out. "Too late."

I groaned. "Please.. don't stop..." I was incredibly horny. She got up. "I need to cum.." I was desperate. I knew I was making a fool of myself, but it was my vagina talking at the moment.

"I tell you what," She said bending over to again kiss me again. "If you are a good girl, you might get to come tonight... I have a surprise planned for you."

My throat had turned into mush, legs into jelly. As if to further entice me, she hooked her fingers in me all over again and did her fingernail move. I felt slightly sick. I didn't like the sound of this surprise.

I nodded.

"Good, that's settled then." She got up again and stuffed her fingers into my mouth. I gagged as the taste reminded me where they had been a few seconds ago. I got up, trying not to make too sour an expression. She wiped her fingers dry on my belly and turned around to the wardrobe again.

"You can wear this," She said, finally pulling out a pair of clothing from the closet after fishing around for a while. The amount of clothing was definitely not reassuring, considering there were not underwear.

It was Shweta's old shirt and skirt. The white skirt was thin but opaque, and covered her well. It did stop a few inches above the waistband of the skirt, but covered my navel. The skirt was short, it would suffice to say. It did however cover me with a couple of inches to spare. I couldn't have expected anything else. In light of yesterday, I couldn't have hoped for better.

Any thoughts of rebellion dispelled by her advances, I looked into her eyes.

"Thanks," I croaked.

"Sure, slut. Meet me in your room at seven in the evening. Have fun!"

The fact that she called me a slut didn't register. It almost felt normal as I went back to my room to get my phone and bag.

I steeled myself to face the world, mainly the gang, in what was probably the skimpiest clothes they would see me in. Hopefully, the knowledge that I was wasn't wearing anything underneath would stay with me. I was pretty terrified.

The lunch actually went pretty smooth. I was ribbed a lot for my clothes, but no one seemed to notice that I wasn't wearing a bra. There was simply too much to catch up. Too much gossip, good food, and wine. I was having a great time throughout, all my thoughts of Shweta wiped from near memory until Tejashree mentioned the strip poker game. The blabber mouth.

I put up a bold grin, even when she told them about the waxing. Howls of laughter just bounced off me. In fact, in the end, I felt better about the night at the end. I almost wished I could get the gang treatment for Saturday's events too. Almost.

After ages of shopping, at the end of which only Aarti bought anything, we parted. Tejashree left with Sharon. I should explain. Tejashree and Sharon were cousins, and Tejashree's aunt and uncle lived in the city, so she spends Sunday nights with them.

Today, that part of her routine gave me great joy. It meant that Tejashree wouldn't be around for the surprise that Shweta had planned.

Thinking about it made me steadily gloomier as I drove back. I could already feel all the self-confidence and independence I had gotten from the "gang treatment" erode away as I thought of Shweta. My sick desires surfaced to replace them. I reached home, parked and went up.

By the time I reached my room, I was slightly scared again. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

With increasing excitement, fear and arousal, I opened the door. The first thing I noticed when I entered the room was that Shweta wasn't alone. There was this tall woman woman in her late twenties, fiddling with a camera apparatus on my desktop PC. I could only see her back. She was near my desk. which was cleared of all my stationery. I could see that they had all been cleaned into the open drawer below. Shweta was arranging clothes in my wardrobe. I wondered why they were cleaning my room when I spotted a big bundle behind Shweta. It was tied up into my old bed sheet, which I had kept in my wardrobe. She had obviously been through my stuff then. I looked at the clothes in Shweta's hand. I froze. They were her clothes.

Shweta spotted me. The grin broke out. "Hey Deepti! You're back! Meet Kajal. She is Reeta's sister. You know Reeta don't ya?"

Reeta was one of Shweta's cocky friends. I nodded slowly, trying to digest the scene in front of me. Kajal came forward from my PC, holding out her hand.

"Hiya! I'm a professional photographer. I have a studio down 43rd street, Juhu. Pleased to meet you!"

She was very pretty, her smile very warm. I instantly liked her.

"Me too!" I said. "So, photographer, eh? What do you shoot?" I asked her cheerily, trying not to focus on how much Shweta had tidied up and changed my room.

"Mostly glamour models." Kajal replied instantly. We continued a conversation about her work and my research for about 5 minutes. It turned out, she shot for a lot of popular local magazines, and helped out amateur models. I thought we hit it off very well. Then she said,

"I couldn't believe it when Shweta told me you were ready to do this at first. After meeting you, I'm even more surprised. You know this is the Internet right?"

I was slightly dazed. What was she talking about? Then I looked at Shweta.

"Er.. One moment Kajal," I told her, and motioned to Shweta. "A private word?"

Shweta followed me out into the hallway and into Tejashree's empty room. I was about to open my mouth to fire a barrage of questions at Shweta but she cut me off.

"You know what Deepti? You are a great big bimbo. Why did you tell Varsha that I was making you do this? Is that even true? Now she thinks I am blackmailing you."

Each of her sentences was a slap in my face.

"If you think you're k**ding yourself that you don't like this, then go on. We both know you get off on this." She sat on the bed. Her evil smile widened. "In fact I would never have pushed you to do all the things you did without your consent. Why pretend?"

Oh God. I knew I'd regret making my parting remark to Varsha. I was fuming inside, but helpless.

Shweta continued her lecture. "In fact, I am a bit sick of your pathetic attempts to control our games of humiliation." What was she on about? I let her do everything to me.

"I want total control. I mean, you don't make any decisions in your life henceforth. I don't care if I really have to blackmail you for that. I enjoy playing with you too much." She stared at me to let it sink in. And then she paced the room. I was scared. And infuriatingly, inevitably and inexplicably aroused at the idea of this little twerp controlling my life henceforth.

"I think you should know the new rules of our game now." This little girl looked like an 8 feet giant to me. I was totally entranced by her.

"Do you want to hear them, slut?" She asked. My sick sexual drive was kicking in now. I nodded. "What? Loudly." She said, cricking her head in my direction and putting a hand over her ear. At that moment, to me, she seemed like a devil incarnate who dedicated herself to my downfall, as well as a goddess who exactly gave me what I desired. My arousal soared. My self-esteem plummeted. I sort of knew that the evening was headed towards this point, but I didn't think it would be so quick.

"I would like to know my new rules, Shweta. Please tell them to me."

Shweta smiled. "Good."

She started pacing. "I think you're a bit overdressed for this." I understood.

I quickly stripped. "Good." She said again, nodding at my boobs.

"So far, you've got only one rule. What is that?" She asked. "Quickly, I don't want to keep Kajal waiting." What had she planned with Kajal? I could sense it would be a nude photo-shoot, probably, but why the Internet. I didn't want my photos online. I shuddered and focused on the present.

"Um... Any order you give me, I agree to do it by making your order more humiliating... for myself." I whispered.

"Or else?" Shweta said.

"The game is over." I said, following her dizzy pace across the room. She was getting more and more excited. It was infectious. I knew I was glistening below navel.

"Now," She grinned. "We both don't want that, do we?"

I shook my head fiercely.

"I thought so." She said smugly. "So I have some changes to this rule. You might want to type it down on your phone."

I picked up my phone and opened the notepad. "Type in Rule no. 1." She said. I typed it down wordlessly. I was about to learn that I had broken Rule 1 already. Shweta knew, of course. Her grin had already widened imperceptibly. "Add this to the rule. If you break the rule, we don't stop playing. Instead, as a punishment, for each time you break the rule, you beg me to add a rule to this list, or make an existing rule better."

How does she even come up with this shit? Was it online forums? I typed in the modified rule and looked at her.

"That's it. Only one rule. Aren't I good?" Yeah right.

"Ready for your first punishment?"

"What?" I was surprised.

"When I asked you to type the rule, the was a direct order." I was floored. What a nerd she wa