My Life As A Sexual Servant, Chapters 9-12

by JennaK

This story is intended only for an adult audience. If you are not an adult, or cannot control your actions in a responsible way, please do not read this.

This is fiction, arising solely from my imagination. This is not my actual life. All characters and events are fictional and no people were harmed in the writing of this fantasy.

Chapter 9

After a few more days of Kate undressing me, Margaret developed a new way to torture me. She asked me why I even bothered dressing at all when we all knew I would be nude by the end of the day. I replied that I certainly needed to be dressed to cook and serve meals. Margaret took that as an opening. She said – "Well then, we will have Kate undress you immediately after dinner, when we first begin watching TV in the Media Room. After all, you won't be cooking or serving in the Media Room."

And that is what happened that evening. After dinner, Margaret told us that she had a special treat for Kate in the Media Room. When we entered, Margaret told Kate that she would be undressing me before we sat down to watch TV. Kate said nothing, and I stood at attention while she carefully undressed me under Margaret's instructions. My clothes were laid on the couch next to Kate (for removal later) and I sat naked and uncomfortable between Kate and Margaret. Margaret told me to relax – that it was nothing that Kate or she hadn't seen before and that this would make bedtime so much easier. I leaned back and tried to relax. After a while, as I got into one of the TV shows, I almost forgot that was nude. Kate tried her best to ignore my nudity, and even started a conversation with me over the surprise ending to the show we were watching. Fortunately, no one tried to touch me and I wasn't instructed to touch anyone.

The following morning, as Kate left for school I had a chance to talk to her in private. I asked directly if Margaret forcing me to be nude bothered her. She replied flatly that it was "OK, since that is what Margaret wanted." Since she didn't object, I didn't raise to her my own feelings of shame in having been placed in that situation.

In the afternoon, as I was preparing the dinner, Margaret came into the kitchen (unusual for her) and told me that she had considered my point that I needed to be dressed while cooking and serving dinner. She said that she didn't see why I couldn't just wear an apron during those chores and didn't understand why I needed to be fully dressed at all during the day. She asked if I could see any reason why an apron wouldn't be sufficient. I told her that I couldn't see any reason.

So, when Kate returned home from school, she found me naked under a long white apron, the apron straps only barely covering my nipples and leaving my breasts virtually exposed and no covering at all for my rear. She asked "What happened?" And I told her that Margaret didn't see why an apron wouldn't be enough for cooking and serving. Kate accepted that answer and ignored my nakedness while she sat on the bar-stool doing her homework.

I remained in the apron while serving dinner, my boobs slipping out of the straps from time to time. When the food was on the table, I sat down in my apron to eat, but Margaret reminded me that I had said that I only needed the apron while cooking and serving, not while eating. I couldn't think of anything to say to challenge that, and Kate just said quietly eating her meal without protest. So, I removed the apron and eat my meal nude. I remained nude when I collected the dishes, placed them in the dishwasher, and joined Margaret and Kate in the Media Room. Once again I was directed to sit between Kate and Margaret.

Later than night, my nakedness was the subject of Margaret's commentary during my mandatory jilling session. She pointed out that I seemed more comfortable today being nude than the day before (that was partially true) and that little Katie didn't seem to mind mommy being naked while we watched TV. She asked--

"Did Mommy-slut enjoy showing her tits and pussy to little Katie? She must have, because I saw how hard her nipples were again. Maybe those nipples crave to have little Katie nursing on them again, like she did as a baby? You did nurse little Katie didn't you Mommy-slut?

I acknowledged nursing Kate, which led Margaret to say --

"Maybe one day I will give little Katie a chance to nurse on them again. Would you like that Jenna? To nurse little Katie again?" Oh, I know you, Mommy-slut! You would love that and you couldn't help from masturbating while she nursed, could you?

I didn't know how to answer that. I realized that I probably would jill if forced to nurse Kate again, but I didn't want to do it and wanted to stop this whole descent into debauchery. But, I didn't say that. I said, "Maybe." Margaret said that she could make it happen if she wanted to, and I agreed that she had that power.

Chapter 10

Now that I was nude during the day except for when I could wear an apron, Margaret removed all of my clothes from my closet and put them in the attic, for when I might need them if we actually left the house. I didn't object.

The routine now was that I left Margaret's bed in the morning, showered but did not get dressed, and went to the kitchen where I put on an apron while fixing Kate's breakfast. By the time Kate left for school, Margaret was getting out of bed and I cooked her breakfast and served her. Then, by 9:30 AM, my apron was on a kitchen hook and I was nude until lunch. I retrieved the apron when I made lunch for Margaret and me and then resumed being naked until I cooked dinner. And of course, I remained naked during the entertainment part of the evening in the Media Room. I thought, well at least Kate isn't being forced to undress me any more. I was resigned to being nude while in the house.

What I didn't consider was what would happen when deliveries were made to the house or when Margaret had visitors. The first crisis happened the following morning when the cable went out and we had to call a repair man. I was sure that Margaret would let me dress for his arrival, or let me stay in my little bedroom while he was there. But no, she required that I open the door for the serviceman and show him to the Media Room. The man's eyes swept over my body when he stepped in the front door and I am sure that he was focused on my swinging hips and ass as I lead him to the Media Room. My pale skin reddened realizing that I was on display for a perfect stranger. At least I was grateful that Margaret let me leave him there without me sitting on the couch while he worked. He likely wouldn't have gotten much work done in that case. And I was particularly grateful that Kate was at school while all of this happened. I actually thanked Margaret for letting me leave him alone in the Media Room.

That same embarrassing exposure happened whenever there was a package delivery to the house – UPS or FedEx or the Postal Service. At least these were grown men, with experience in the world and who had seen their wives and girlfriends naked. They each took a quick glance and went on with their deliveries without comment or effort to embarrass me.

The boy who delivered the daily groceries to the house was different.

He was responsible for bringing the groceries into the kitchen and putting them away in their proper location. The delivery boy was just out of high school and I might have been the first mature woman he ever saw in the flesh rather than on his computer screen. He didn't have the composure that the adult males had. The first time he delivered the groceries and I met him in the nude at the door he just let out "OH MY FUCKING GOD." I told him not to blaspheme, and he followed me into the kitchen. He never took his eyes off of me, even while reaching up to put the groceries away. I could see a very visible erection in his pants and thought that he will probably remember this day, and masturbate thinking of me, for years and years to come.

At the end of the delivery he apologized for cursing, but he had to ask if I was being kept nude as a punishment. I told him that it wasn't punishment but what the Mistress of the House wanted. He then asked if I would be that way for all of his deliveries from now on and I said "Probably." He blurted out "HOT DAMN" and the apologized again. The next day he said nothing but nodded to me and followed me in to the kitchen but his eyes remained on me the whole time he was in the house. I don't think he ever got used to seeing a grown woman nude opening the door to let him into the house.

Chapter 11

Margaret also refused to let me dress when she had friends over. She played in a regular bridge group with three other women. They rotated their weekly meetings at members' houses. I was still dressed during the time of the first two rotations to Margaret's house and I served tea and cookies to the women as they played. They all knew about Margaret's college girls and so they were curious but not surprised when Margaret told them that I was the new girl replacing the college girls on a permanent basis. I blushed knowing that these women knew of my sexual role in the household, but the women put me at ease. They were friendly to me, not haughty, and I felt comfortable serving them since I was in fact the "cook" of the household.

But the next rotation came after the big change to full time nudity. I was instructed to greet each woman at the door and show her into the living room where the game tables were set up. Fortunately, Margaret had told the women in advance that I was now performing my duties in the nude, so they were not shocked or repulsed when I greeted them. On the other hand, I was even more embarrassed by opening the door to these women than I ever was opening the door to the service men or even the grocery boy. For the men, only my body was on display. Now, my nudity established beyond any doubt that I was a sexual servant to the household and was under Margaret's complete control. I thought that maybe the women could accept that slutty college girls would be willing to trade sex for housing and tuition, but what would they think of me?

The women didn't comment on my nudity and certainly didn't try to poke me or prod me. That wasn't their style. But I knew full well (being a woman myself) that once I was out of the room, I would be the sole object of their quiet conversations and future gossip. I only hoped that they didn't have daughters in Kate's classes and that my situation wouldn't become the topic of gossip at Kate's school. My embarrassment was one thing, but I couldn't stand the idea of Kate suffering the inevitable middle-school gossip mill if someone knew she was my daughter. It looked like Kate at least dodged that bullet because she never complained to me that there was gossip at her school about the nude woman who served Margaret.

Chapter 12

I had been working for Margaret for more than two months and had not yet met Bill, Margaret's husband. Bill had been away on business setting up an Asian factory for his company and now was scheduled to return home for a short stay. He was due to arrive back home on Saturday afternoon.

On Friday evening after dinner, as I walked with Kate into the Media Room, Margaret surveyed my neatly trimmed pussy and announced Bill liked his women bare and that my pussy hair would have to go before he arrived. She told me that all of the college girls that shared their bed had bald pussies and that now that Bill was returning I would have to have one too. I knew that it was trendy for college girls these days to have bare pussies, but it wasn't that common back when I was in college and I had never been totally bare since puberty.

My first reaction was recognition that Kate had no idea that I was going to be serving Bill as well as Margaret. Back when I was hired, I had described the job to Kate as being only a cook and a companion for Margaret when Bill was away. I could see that Kate immediately understood that, like the college girls, I was going to have to sleep with both Margaret and Bill when he returned. She said nothing however.

I was about to tell Margaret that I would shave my pussy, if that is what she wanted. But before I could even respond, Margaret asked Kate whether she had any hair on her pussy yet. I was sure that Kate would object to such an intrusive question, but simply she said that she had grown some hair in this last year. Margaret demanded to see it. To my shock, without a word of protest, Kate pulled down her slacks and pushed down her panties to her mid-thighs, showing her pussy to Margaret. As Kate had said, she had a line of darker hair running down the middle and lighter, blonder wisps just beginning to grow outward.

Margaret said, "Why don't the two of you both go bald. You can shave each other and then come back and show me your twin bald pussies." Again I waited for Kate to object, but Kate just responded in her usual unemotional - "Fine." So she and I left to go to the bathroom next to her bedroom to clear away our pussy hair.

Kate had no experience at all in shaving or trimming her pussy, so it fell to me to carry that task out. I pushed and pulled her still immature pussy lips clearing away the hair there and readily removed the hair that was moving outwards from the middle. I put on some body lotion to smooth everything out. Kate now had a baby smooth pussy again. Kate offered to try to do my pussy, but I didn't want Kate to be touching me so intimately, so I also shaved myself and we both rinsed off in the shower together – another first.

We reappeared to Margaret, both of us naked to show her the results of our efforts. Margaret said that we both looked perfect and she took my hand and led me to the bedroom, leaving Kate naked in the Media Room.

This time, for the first time since the stormy night, Kate didn't stay in the Media Room but followed us down the hall and stood in the doorway. I knew she was there, naked in the doorway, and I feared that Margaret might invite her in, but Margaret was happy just to run me through my lovemaking paces while Kate stood and watched. We did the full range that evening, starting with me laying between Margaret's legs and licking her to orgasm while I also reached up and played with her nipples. We ended with Margaret using her strapon on me in a doggie position, Margaret alternately holding my hips and pulling my hair as she thrust into me to reach her own orgasm. This time, however, I was placed facing the door, so I looked straight at Kate and she looked straight at me while Margaret fucked me. It was exciting enough having Kate there watching that this time I also came on Margaret's cock.

When Margaret was finished and rolled off, I realized panic that what Kate would see next would be worse than all she had seen up to now. I was going to have to masturbate while Margaret watched and she would likely talk about "little Katie" while I jilled myself to orgasm – all in front of Kate standing at the doorway.

And that indeed is what happened. I looked to Margaret and she simply said, "Well, Jenna, get on with it!" and I leaned up against the headboard and started jilling. Jilling my bare pussy felt strange at first, but I soon realized that it was better that way, more stimulating. I looked over occasionally to Kate and saw that she was now touching lightly over her own bare pussy, bringing to fruition Margaret's fantasy of the two of us jilling in time. Then Margaret started talking. She said --

"Jenna, your daughter is watching you masturbate. She will finally see how much of a slut you are, as you arch your back and cum thinking about her. And now you can think about her bare little girl pussy. Remember how pretty it was when she was little. Now it is that way again. Open your eyes and look at your daughter Jenna, she is looking right at you. Open your eyes and cum while looking at her."

I opened my eyes and our eyes met. I followed her eyes to my pussy and she blushed as I watched her lightly fingering herself. Then the dam burst and I reached an eye-popping orgasm, arching my back up and pushing my bare pussy out, just as Margaret had said I would. Margaret called out to me – "That's it Jenna, cum for little Katie." I shivered with my eyes tight shut as the multiple waves of pleasure that swept over me. But when I finally opened my eyes again, Kate was gone.

I lay in bed, unable to sleep, feeling more ashamed of myself than I ever had before. I was an awful mother and I had done something so sinful that Kate could never forgive me. I vowed to leave the house right after breakfast – before Bill arrived home.

To be continued.