I thumbed my cell phone to call Rachael to tell her I was on my way. "Almost home?" she asked. I told her I was stuck in traffic a few miles away. I was not about to admit to being behind schedule because I'd got side-tracked before leaving the office. I was five minutes late leaving the building and then I'd got all the way to my car and was pulling out of my parking spot when I remembered I'd left my cell phone on the charger in my office. I'd had to almost sprint to retrieve it which is not an easy task in heels. "Well, you still have twelve minutes. You better not do something ignorant and get a ticket because you got in a rush."
"Please, I need more time." I said. Her response flustered me: 'Hummph,' a half grunt.
"I have a question." Rachael said. "I was looking up Sarah's phone number, you know, just in case I need it." She could not hear me suck in my breath nor see me cringe. "I noticed a pair of names with extra, kind of unusual, information. Not just phone numbers, and email addresses, but mailing addresses and birth dates. Who are Judy and Joanne?"
I'm sure she knew or suspected who they were when she continued. "I discounted them at first because they live on the other side of the state. They have different last names. Relations?" Rachael asked.
I knew better than to lie. "My sisters." I answered. "We aren't that close. They are 12 and 13 years older than me. I was still a little kid when they graduated college."
"Good to know." she answered. I suspected she already knew most of that as she'd been around when Kathy and I had discussed my family a few times in the past. And both had met my mother.
Rachael was sitting on her porch as I drove past and into my garage. I had less than five minutes until my deadline to report. My cell rang. "Naked means naked." Rachael said when I answered. "No earrings, wristwatch or so much as a hair clip. I'll send you back if you show up wearing anything."
I was not about to test her. I tossed my purse onto my kitchen table and broke records removing my clothes. I tossed my work clothes over the back of a chair and dropped my panties and bra on the floor. I pulled off my earrings and dropped them into the center of the table along with my watch and my rings. I was in such a hurry the adrenaline overpowered my humiliation. That lasted until I stepped onto my front porch where I froze.
Our yards were huge. The expanse between my house and Kathy's seemed as large as a football field. I was totally nude and it was broad daylight. I knew I had no choice. Well I did, I told myself, but could I live with the consequences?
Rachael had more than hinted she would share that damning video file with Sarah and my sisters as well as a few others. I might endure the shame of being outed to some of my contacts. But my coworkers and family knowing my circumstances was a different matter. Once my sisters became aware of my situation, my parents would soon after. My sisters might even let their own kids, who were almost grown and about to enter or were already attending college, know what a mess their aunt had made of her life. I did not want to be either an object lesson nor a target of ridicule.
Last Christmas, my nineteen year old niece had bluntly asked if I was a lesbian or if there was another reason I still did not have any kids. She asked about my relationships and why they never heard about a boyfriend. I knew I had to have been the subject of family discussions and she just decided to satisfy her curiosity. She was obviously parroting the family's impressions. I told her I'd just never found the right guy. Half way believing me, she said she would be alright with 'my being a lesbian'. I took that as an indication of the family's conclusion.
I knew my being a submissive slut, allowing myself to be spanked and demeaned on video, would not be as well received. My sexuality was one thing but my submitting and giving up my autonomy was quite another. I found that just as reprehensible as they would. I had to do whatever was necessary to hide it.
At first I thought I could be brazen, step off my porch and walk across the yards like I was strolling down a city street fully clothed. That lasted maybe three steps. My left hand shot to cover my pussy while my right forearm concealed my tits. I froze in place.
I could see Rachael sitting on her porch. She did not move. I knew full well she was watching my every movement and imagined her grinning with amusement. My pussy spasmed and I knew it was lubricating profusely. I was certainly not aroused per se, but anybody seeing my nipples stand tall and discovering the sudden physical response between my legs would argue otherwise.
I dropped my hands to my sides and walked on. When I got closer, I could see Rachael was recording my naked trek. "Please stop recording." I begged pitifully when I got near.
She shook her head and gave a one word order. "Spread!" Trying not to cry, I complied. I had no choice. All I could do now was rely on her mercy to not reveal me publicly. I stood for what felt like minutes but was probably only a few seconds as she panned the camera up and down my body, before she said. "Good girl! I love to see my girl obedient." She turned off the camera and stood.
"I want to point out that it was less than twenty four hours ago that I knocked on your door and confronted you about ghosting me. I told you my intention of taking you over and here you are, standing in front of me naked as the day you were born and ready to obey."
Her words cut me. This time yesterday I was jilling my clit with wild abandon, for some reason totally aroused reliving my humiliation at her hands. But at least then I was a free person. Today, I was what? I shuddered.
"You won." I groused. "You know it and so do I. Today, Kathy pointed out I'd essentially given up last night. Why do you need to make more recordings?"
"I'm just documenting a selfish, hard headed, stuckup bitch's transition to being a compliant little girl." Rachael answered smugly. "Maybe I'll stop when she progresses through a late in life adolescence and finally matures into adulthood."
I sucked in my breath. I knew any retort would get me into even more trouble. Standing naked before a fully clothed teenager takes the wind out of your sails ego-wise. "May I get dressed now?" I asked. "Last night you promised me my tshirt and shorts if I walked across the front yard nude."