Jasmines Loyalty
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A MONTH AGO
Jasmine did not mean to do it. It was her first time drink driving, but she was just been so happy after closing yet another deal. At 23, she was still a fresh lawyer, but she knew she would be hitting the big time soon, at the rate she was going. Then it happened. She never saw the smallish figure in front of her car, and by the time she had heard the thud it was far too late. All she could think of was,"Fuck", and she hurriedly drove off without a backward glance. She had thought she did sober up straightaway, and was sure no one saw her as she speedily reached home at 3 in the morning. Lying on the bed beside her snoring boyfriend, Owen, she dozed off gradually wishing that the next morning it would all have proven to be a bad dream.
The next day, it was all over the news. "Boy, 9, in critical condition. Police unable to recover and evidence. Hit and run driver gets off." Owen had read the headlines to her, "Damn, these sons of bitches should just kill themselves. I mean who in the right mind would hit a child and flee? Do they have no heart?" It took all of Jasmine's ability to keep a straight face as she kissed him goodbye. She had taken the day off, telling her boss that she had personal reasons while telling Owen that she had a medical appointment. In truth, she had just wanted some time to clear her head. Then came the knock on the door just as Jasmine had finished her shower.
"You're the lawyer, Jasmine. You should know how much time you're looking at. Not to mention you losing your job, your boyfriend, your parents. I wonder how they?d take it huh?" Alice had gestured at the photos on the coffee table. She was their neighbour, in her mid forties and their paths had crossed, rather unfortunately and regrettably, before. Jasmine's eyes watered up and she had asked, "How much do you want, Alice? I'll do anything, just please, don't report me." "Oh, you'll do anything? You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this. Ever since you failed to keep my husband out of jail." Alice replied coldly. "Your husband was guilty of causing grievous hurt, Alice.. I did try my best but the evidence was damning." Jasmine replied. "Shut up!" Alice had suddenly stood up and shouted, giving Jasmine a shock, "I don't care! And I?m pretty sure a hit and run incident is as much of a felony. My husband?s stuck in there for the next 10 years and now, you're going to pay. I put all my faith in you and you failed. So its simple now, either you go to jail and lose everything, or you listen to whatever I ask you to do from now on. ANYTHING that I say, you do." Tears were streaming down Jasmine's face now, and she chose.
The middle aged woman had told Jasmine to strip right there after Jasmine had effectively told her that she would obey her completely. At first, Jasmine was stunned. She had not expected that from a woman, but she soon realised that Alice was not a lesbian. She did have many ideas that were worse though. Jasmine had nervously stood there, one hand over her chest and the other over her groin. Alice had then shouted, "Hands over your head! Don't you dare cover yourself up in front of me. Love your tan though." Eyeing the young woman's naked body, she had asked, "What size are those enormous tits?" and Jasmine had, blushing, answered, "36D". She was secretly proud of her ample curves, but to hear someone else describe her body so crudely made her feel a pang of hurt. Alice had then ordered Jasmine to do a few jumping jacks, and her generous boobs bounced noisily. In mid bounce, Alice held out a hand just under Jasmine's pussy and Jasmine had been forced to land with her legs spread very wide. Alice did not remove her hand and instead rubbed Jasmine's nether region roughly. Jasmine still remembered shuddering at the touch of another woman on her most private area, and Alice had asked, laughing, "What is with you blondes and shaved pussies!" Then came the rules. Alice had given her a week to 'condition herself'.
?You are to visit this shop once every week to get your body tidied up. After that, your body from the neck down must be devoid of hair and completely smooth, even the remotest of stubble is not permitted.? Jasmine had kept her pussy shaved as often as possible, but it was not sufficient for Alice. It was the worst experience of Jasmine?s life so far. Jasmine had driven to the shop not knowing what to expect. It turned out to be worse than she could have ever imagined. At the front desk of the seedy looking salon, the young punkish receptionist had asked her for her name. The moment she had said she was Jasmine, the receptionist's mood seemed to change completely. "Strip and wait here." Jasmine did not move, she was stunned, ?There were 5 other people in the shady shop and the girl wanted her to undress right there?? It turned out that that was exactly what the girl wanted. "We get many of your type here. Slave, right? Ms Alice called earlier. I said, strip down and wait. Your clothes and shoes can be left on the counter. Serves you right for not being able to keep your body tidy on your own." Jasmine was then handed the indignity of sitting completely naked in between the clothed people in the waiting queue. It was mortifying for the former lawyer to be exposed to strangers for the first time as she awkwardly tried to cover herself up. At that moment she was wishing that she had been much flatter, and her curvy body really prevented her hands from being able to cover much. It made it worse as she was squeezed in between young women that she was sure were prostitutes or worse.
When it was her turn, the naked tanned blonde had walked into the doctor's room. She realised to her horror that the male doctor would be the one performing whatever Alice had asked for. Jasmine was given a complete waxing from neck down, which would have been perfectly normal as she had gone for a few before, except that it was a man doing it for her now. That was not the worst part, as he proceeded to instruct her on how to control herself as he did enemas on both her pussy, and humiliatingly, her asshole. It was her very first time having an enema, and she struggled to keep herself closed. Jasmine hated the idea of anal sex and she would never have imagined a stranger would be so casually touching her asshole. Then, to her horror, Alice had ordered that they pierce her nipples and clit, and that a special cream would be applied to speed up healing and prevent them from ever closing. Jasmine had only had piercings on her earlobes before, and the pain was excruciating when her tender but perky nipples had been firmly held and pierced. When the doctor had moved on to her clit, however, it brought fresh humiliation. ?I can?t do this if the area is so moist.? he said, and it was obvious to Jasmine what he meant. Finally though, her engorged clit was attached with unwanted jewellery as well after he had repeatedly, to Jasmine?s embarrassment, dabbed her pussy dry with a towel. She could not believe that she was getting turned on by that, but she had bigger problems at hand.
Her nipples and clit had been attached with tiny bells. Small as they might be so they did not look gaudy, they were functional enough to tinkle audibly as she so much as took a step. ?Dip a finger into your pussy and smell it.? the doctor had said. Knowing she did not have the choice of saying no, she, blushing, had rubbed her forefinger against the side of her nether folds, and she realised that she now had a flowery scent. ?What.. is.. that..? stammering, she asked. ?Jasmine flavoured enemas, just as ordered. Jasmine smelling Jasmine. Nice eh?? the doctor replied with a grin, ?Alright, enough of that. Here, we settle payment very differently.? He unzipped his pants. Jasmine was too horrified by this turn of events, but the doctor swiftly pulled out his phone and dialled Alice?s number. When the phone was passed to Jasmine and she heard the 3 numbers being dialled over the phone, she knew exactly what she had to do. Owen had always called her blowjobs ?expert?, after all.
When the doctor had squirted his load on her face, she was told not to wipe it off until she reached the receptionist?s counter. If the tinkle from her naked nipples and clit did not make the other customers and the receptionist look up, her blonde waves, and the obvious whitish on her face, in stark contrast to her tanned skin, certainly did. She hurriedly put on her tank top, hot shorts and slippers, then wiped her face. ?What a slut.? she heard one of the prostitutes say as the laughing receptionist told her to remember her appointment the very next week. Jasmine cried all the way home. To make things worse, when she reached home, she realised that Alice had had people install CCTVs in hidden locations all over her home. Her life would never be private again.
?You are only to own teardrop thongs and microdresses. Dresses can only have a thin strap and must leave your arms completely bare. Deep cleavage and at least 1cm of butt must be exposed. Only footwear allowed are heels that are at least 5 inches high.? Jasmine had been forced to throw away all her other clothing, underwear included.
?You are to be completely naked at home, no footwear either. No more fucking Owen from now on, not even handjobs.? The first day, Owen had loved it when he?d reached home to find Jasmine totally nude and preparing dinner. The tinkling bells on her big Ds and at her smooth female centre had been a big turn on for him. The hard part came when she had to refuse him in the night. He had wanted a good hard fuck and had kept trying to come on to her as she slept naked beside him. She resolved to having to make many different excuses over the coming weeks. Once, he had caught her stripping off her microdress on their porch. He had not thought much of it, and had instead told her that she should do it every single day. ?At least that?s one less problem on my hands..? Jasmine thought to herself. She had to strip before entering the house everyday anyway since she was not permitted clothing at home. Owen had always been the horny type, and she could not believe that she?d actually survived a month of pushing him away from sex when she was completely naked every night. She would have been more upset but she?d been having too much sex at work and her body always ached. Jasmine could only feel sorry for Owen, and she knew deep down that she loved him and could not lose him.
?Keep your hair in a messy bun at all times unless you?re drying your hair.? Owen had loved this as well, it gave her a look of being freshly fucked.
?Buy out the remainder of your contract and quit your job. You start work at my company after your conditioning week. And remember, I?m always watching what you do at home. So think twice before you do anything stupid.? Owen was not aware that she had quit her job, and he still frequently drove her to her old workplace when he could in the morning. Luckily, it was just a short walk to her new workplace. He had commented on the skimpiness and her tinkling jewellery, but he loved her enough to think that at the end of the day, he would be the only one enjoying the sex that he knew Jasmine was so good at. And so, Jasmine had begun working for Alice a week later. It was far worse than she could ever have imagined.
NOW
The short walk after Owen dropped her off was torturous. With Owen in the car, she would always put on an aura of not caring, but the moment she was alone and among the crowds, she would not be able to hide the consciousness at her almost-nakedness and her unwanted bells. It was not actually as bad as Jasmine imagined, however, with the bulk of people rushing to work and the traffic covering up the soft tinkles. Alice?s office was on the 6th floor of one of the buildings nearby, and it was from the lobby to the lift that she?d get weird looks from people nearby. As she did every morning, she thought to herself, ?Please let them think my nipples are just really perky.?, hoping that they would not realise that the bulges on her huge boobs were more metallic that that. Occasionally her microdresses would get catcalls and whistles. Alice had instructed her that when that happened, she was to halt on the spot, and re-tie her hair. As she raised her arms, the slight breeze on her armpits and her thighs from the dress being raised never failed to make her feel more exposed.
When Jasmine got off at the 6th floor, it was when ?all hell breaks lose?, as she always thought to herself. Passing through the tinted glass to the receptionist?s desk, she was to remove her dress and heels. Owen was not aware she had been going without underwear for the past month, and she was glad she had one less explanation to give. The receptionist, Tracy, was a young undergrad, working part time. Alice had introduced Jasmine as ?Jizzmine, the company slut?, much to Jasmine?s humiliation, the first time Jasmine had been brought to the company. The receptionist never failed to burst out in giggles at the servile woman as she passed a small box labelled ?Slut? to Jasmine for her to put her dress and shoes into. She usually tried her best to make fun of Jasmine, and Jasmine hated it. Whenever thoughts hit her head that she should give the marketing major a piece of her mind, it always hit her that she was less of a lawyer than a whore, walking around the office completely naked day after day. After all, Alice had ordered her to behave like a complete airhead naked bimbo in the office. When she was spoken to, Jasmine would usually batt her eyelids every minute or so, and her eyes would roam to people?s chest and groin. Not that she was usually spoken to, the employees were more interested in humiliating or fucking her. Tracy, looking at Jasmine ?spacing out? as usual, casually flicked her arm in the direction of the main office.
Alice loved her life. She ran a tourism company, and sales had picked up drastically in the past month. Of course, it helped that she had a naked blonde in her office every single day. It really kept the employees and customers happy, both male and female. It was a win-win for everyone, except Jasmine of course, but Alice could not care less. The snotty slut would pay for not preventing her husband from going to jail. Alice came to work slightly late as usual, her lackeys would usually handle the trivial stuff in the morning. Saying hello to Tracy, they exchanged smug grins, and she was met by sight she had gotten to every single morning outside her office. Jasmine was kneeling, her arms above her head, legs spread wide exposing her shaved pussy, her back arched backwards and taut, thrusting her generous tits out. ?Good morning ma?am!? Jasmine pipped obediently. It sounded like she was perfectly happy, a slut doing a slut?s job. Jasmine would probably have been in that position for an hour or so already, she could not stop kneeling until Alice came in. Alice knew full well that many of her employees had already treated themselves to blowjobs from the kneeling blonde. From what she had heard, the slut was really good at them.
Alice allowed her to stand, and gestured towards a tiny table in front of her office. Whenever Jasmine was not ordered to do something else more humiliating, she would sit at the tiny table and watch porn. She hated it almost as much as the other things she had to do. Without a modesty board to shield herself, the employees could all see her legs spread almost horizontal as she rubbed and played with her shaved pussy. It was of course all on Alice?s orders, and much to Jasmine?s disgust as herself, she occasionally got turned on by the constant arousing. Jasmine was not allowed to cum, and she had to pause for 5 minutes before continuing whenever she was close. The employees loved the view, a dumb bimbo pleasuring herself right there in their office. Jasmine just felt so humiliated that such a basic human need as an orgasm was not even permitted to her.
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