Popularity Ch 12

As a slave, I've grown somewhat accustomed to being constantly naked. Sex slaves are not allowed to wear clothes. It's a rule that all slave owners strictly enforce.

That's why I was taken completely off guard when Mistress Rose told me I could wear clothes to my high school reunion.

"Well, technically it's a mini reunion," she explained. "Your friend, Caitlyn is inviting 15 of her dearest friends to commemorate the one-year anniversary of your graduation from high school."

My head was reeling. It all felt like a dream, and I kept expecting to wake up, but my mistress kept insisting that she wanted me to attend, and she even informed me that she was taking me to her tailor so I could have a custom-tailored party dress for the event.

"This feels like a trick. Am I going to be punished for wearing clothes?" I asked. "The rules for sex slaves are very strict."

"You let me worry about the rules. I think it would be adorable to see you interact with your friends. I'm going as your plus-one, and I intend to enjoy every minute of seeing you reunited with Caitlyn and your other friends from high school."

Technically, she didn't answer my question, but her tone of voice was so calm and reassuring I just let the matter drop and I went along with her plans.

Of course, even though I was told to wear clothes for my high school reunion, I was naked when I went to visit Mistress Rose's tailor.

* * *

The tailor's name was Angela, and she ordered me to stand naked in front of a large mirror, then called out her assistants to take my measurements. Her assistants were both wholesome looking, young women, perhaps my age, perhaps a little bit older. One of them had a tape measure draped across her shoulders and didn't seem at all shocked when her boss told her to take measurements of my naked body.

The young woman with the tape measure instructed me to raise my arms so she could measure my bust size. I couldn't help squirming as she pressed her hands against my breasts and the tape kept running up against my nipples, causing them to stiffen.

"Just try to relax," she advised. "If you move too much, I'll have to take your measurements again."

I tried not to squirm or tremble as she finished up with my breasts and then proceeded to measure my waist and my hips. Angela's other assistant made notes on her clipboard. And just as I thought they were finished, Mistress Rose suggested that they measure other parts of my anatomy.

Just to be thorough," she commented. "Measure the width of her areolas. Also, I think it would be nice to have an official record of the length and width of her pubic lips."

If Angela and her assistants felt that Mistress Rose's requests were odd, they gave no sign. The cold tape measure was stretched across my areolas, and they recorded the length across each of them. Then my pubic lips were measured.

The girl with the tape measure was named Rebecca and she measured both the length and width of my pubic lips. Standing naked in front of the large, three-part mirror while the seamstress's assistant placed her hands all over me and took my measurements, I could feel my pussy becoming visibly wet and shiny along my pink slit.

Since I had no pubic hair to conceal my pubic lips, my glistening wetness was obvious to everyone in the room. Mistress Rose, Angela and the two girls who worked for her openly stared at my plump, glistening pubic lips, but mercifully made no disparaging comments.

* * *

Three days later my dress was ready. It was a flowy, burgundy, chiffon V-neck, open back party dress. The custom-tailoring admirably showed off the slenderness of my waist and showcased my boobs. It was sexy and elegant at the same time, especially after Mistress Rose also bought me expensive slingback high heels the same exact color as my dress.

I looked stylish, although I had to spend at least an hour practicing walking in high heels. During my time as a slave, I'd been kept naked and barefoot. And before I became a slave, I spent more time in sneakers than I did in heels, so walking in heels was quite awkward at first.

"You are absolutely stunning," my sister commented as I practiced walking in heels. I had finally gotten to the point where I could do it gracefully.

"I still have a hard time believing Mistress Rose is allowing me to wear clothes," I said. "Do you have any idea why she's doing this?"

Hayley arched an eyebrow at me and paused. Then she said, "I might have an idea. Mind you, it's just a guess."

"So? What's your guess?"

"Well, hypothetically, she might....

"Yeah? She might what?"

"You know what? I don't want to ruin the surprise. If I'm right, it'll be more fun if you don't see it coming."

I gave Hayley a pouty look and said, "Aw, c'mon!"

"No," Hayley said insistently. "I'm not saying anything. Just go to your reunion. Tell Caitlyn I said Hi, and let me know how everything went when you get home."

* * *

I was disappointed that Hayley wouldn't share. But I didn't dare push or pressure her. As a slave, I had to be very careful how I interacted with free women. Even my sister. If I did or said anything that seemed disrespectful, I could be punished for it.

The mini reunion was at the Muir Convention Center in Augustus Beach. Mistress Rose and I arrived together. She was dressed in a similar dress, however, hers was black instead of burgundy.

Before I even got inside the convention center, I ran into one of my school friends in the parking lot. She navigated the parking lot in high heels with far more grace and speed than I would have deemed possible.

Devan Forbes was a lithe, energetic redhead who was warm and congenial all through high school. Everybody seemed to like her. She flew like the wind across the parking lot, captured me in an enthusiastic embrace, and greeted me by name.

"Alex! It's been ages! How are you?"

"I've been keeping busy," I responded as I hugged her. "How have you been?"

"I've got a job at my father's landscaping company," she replied. "I've learned more about water features in the past six months than any human being needs to know."

We chatted briefly about the indignities of working on a landscaping crew, and then she turned her attention to Mistress Rose and said, "Who's your friend?"

"Devan, this is Rose. Rose, this Devan."

Mistress Rose and Devan shook hands and made small talk before the three of us entered the building. Once inside, I could see there was a DJ station and a large dining table with chairs for about forty or fifty people. However, no plates or silverware or food had been set out.

There was also a dance floor. Caitlyn and most of the people she had invited were congregating there. Caitlyn said that she was inviting her closest friends to this event. I was interested to see who made the cut.

In addition to Devan and me, there was Jordan Hannity, Olivia Swift, Rachel Metz, Sarah Ivins, Skye Johansson, Teresita Silva, Ursula Busch, Viktoria Witt, Wanda Gercke, Ximena Loba, and Nina Dunham. Plus a few other women I didn't recognize.

"Alex, hi! How are you?" Caitlyn said when she saw me. "I'm so glad you could make it!"

Caitlyn was a hugger. I didn't remember that from high school, but then again, my memories of high school didn't match Caitlyn's memories. Or Devan's. Or the other women who went to my high school.

I hadn't been popular back in high school. I was short, bespectacled, and had very few friends. I barely knew Caitlyn. Devan and I were friends, but she was so congenial, she was friends with everybody.

When Callidus gave me this new body, she also created an alternate timeline. In this other timeline, apparently, I was much more popular and much more social. I was friends with some of the most attractive girls in my school.

I wish I could remember that timeline. It sounds like it was a fun four years. Caitlyn and her friends gathered around me, all smiles and hugs, and wanted to know how my life was going. They offered personal information about their own lives and showed me pictures on their phones of their loved ones or photos of them at parties or vacation photos.

It was a real treat being welcomed and appreciated by the popular girls. I was enjoying it and within minutes, it felt like these women had been my friends for my entire life. We chatted for what seemed like hours, and then the DJ changed the music.

The music went from cheerful to suspenseful, and that's when Wanda grabbed me from behind. She took hold of my wrist, twisted my arm around behind my back, and I yelped in pain and surprise.

"Aaaahhhh!" I screamed. "Wanda, what the hell?

"Don't snap at Wanda," Mistress Rose cautioned. "This was my idea. Not hers."

"What?"

"She and I have been texting," Caitlyn explained. "She told us that you couldn't go to events like high school reunions because you were a sex slave now. Then she and I came up with an idea for something far sexier than a reunion."

"I thought it would be fun to bring you here and tell you it was an ordinary reunion and then watch the look on your face as your friends reveal they know that you're a sex slave."

"And then we strip you naked," Sarah added.

"Wait! Naked? Here?"

Then Sarah produced a pair of trauma shears and cut through the spaghetti straps on my gown.

"Sarah!" I protested. "I thought we were friends!"

I shuddered and trembled as she cut me out of my dress, leaving me wearing nothing but my black thong panties and high heels as I struggled vainly to break free from Wanda's death grip. I felt deep sorrow as such a beautiful dress was destroyed, but something about being forcibly stripped in front of a large crowd was exciting in the extreme...even though I was loath to admit it.

"That was before you became a sex slave. Our relationship has changed now."

"Back in high school, everyone in this room had a crush on you. But you never did anything with any of us. You never kissed us. None of us ever got to see you naked. You never even showered with us after gym class. All of our fantasies went unfulfilled."

"That is until now," Wanda said, and Sarah then proceeded to remove my high heels and use her scissors to cut through the waistband of my panties.

"Ohhh!"

She tore the flimsy fabric away from my pelvis, rendering me completely naked.

My friends enjoyed the spectacle of my humiliation. Everyone was enjoying my helplessness as Wanda kept my arm twisted behind my back and I was forced to thrust my boobs forward.

"You have this amazing body, and you've kept it hidden from us for years," Caitlyn complained. "Well, now you can't keep it hidden from us anymore."

Mistress Rose then produced a pair of handcuffs. She stood behind me, locked them on my wrists, then she invited my friends to come closer so they could grope my naked, helpless body. My breathing became ragged, and my heart pounded madly in my chest as an army of young, prurient women advanced on me.

While I was naked and helpless, Caitlyn reached between my thighs and rubbed her fingertips across the swollen folds of my labia. My sex had already begun to throb as soon as I was forcibly stripped naked, and I squirmed and gasped as Caitlyn's hand sought out the most sensitive nerve endings in my pubic lips and caused my pussy to drip like a faucet.

"You're being greedy," Jordan complained, "You need to share with the rest of us."

"I'm playing with her front," Caitlyn countered, "You can have fun playing with her back. She has perfect buttocks. They look firm and sculpted. You can play with those while I have fun with what's on the front."

Jordan pouted but accepted Caitlyn's suggestion.

Questing female hands and probing fingertips seemed to be everywhere. My naked body was something for these women to play with. I felt inquisitive hands upon my thighs, my buttocks, my breasts and my flat belly. I felt fingers playing with my swollen nipples, stroking the soft, pink folds of my swollen pubic lips, probing deep inside my wet vagina and even probing between my tight buttocks, prodding experimentally at my tight, pink anus.

All of Caitlyn's friends were given an opportunity to take possession of my naked body. My nipples were pinched, tugged upon and rolled between clever, feminine fingers who knew exactly how to manipulate a woman's body to make her moan and gasp. Skye loved my mouth and my lips and kissed me deeply for what seemed like hours, probing my mouth with her tongue and leaving me gasping every time she came up for air.

Of course, my bottom was pinched, my pussy was intently examined, and fingers probed my sopping wet pussy until I was moaning with wanton abandon.

I was brought to the very edge of orgasm at least half a dozen times, and wicked fingers cruelly denied me the orgasmic relief I hungered for every time. To impede my orgasm from reaching fulfillment, they would sometimes pinch the soft, pink folds of my labia, causing me to gasp in pain and delivering a shock to my naked, helpless body.

These were women that had gone to high school with me. They claimed to be my friends, but they treated me like I was a Barbie-doll with nerve-endings. They played with my naked body for their own amusement, and all my gasps and yelps of pain just seemed to add to the entertainment.

I squirmed, moaned, panted and gasped, all of which seemed to add to the entertainment value. To make things even more humiliating, they had hired a videographer to make a video of my naked, helpless degradation.

I was filmed as an entire army of women fondled me. And my breasts were thrust forward because of my shoulders being pulled back, due to my wrists being cruelly bound behind my back. I was standing there as a multitude of fully clothed women ogled me and explored my body with their hands.

Devan gave me a passionate hug. I was still handcuffed, so I couldn't hug her back, but I enjoyed the hug, nevertheless. I enjoyed the physical affection. And the sensation of a clothed body pressing up against my naked body was exciting.

"Spread your legs," said Mistress Rose. "Your pubic lips should be prominently on display."

I shuffled my feet apart, leaving my bald pubes exposed and vulnerable. Then Jordan moved in and placed a hand between my legs.

"You spent a long time keeping your body hidden from us. Now, we have to make up for lost time," she said as she cupped the already swollen lips of my sex.

"Aaahhh,"

I gasped. I had already been sexually aroused before she grabbed me, but the way she rubbed my sensitive labia raised my desire to feverish levels.

I squirmed and moaned as she pushed her fingers inside me and probed my moist interior. Being fingered while naked and bound felt like rape, but I was embracing my delicious feelings of helplessness and savoring the erotic sensations as my orgasm began building. I moved my hips and pelvis in a lewd shameless manner as her wicked fingers brought me closer and closer. I was right on the edge of a glorious climax when she pulled her fingers out of me.

She was quickly replaced by another woman. I was surrounded, and everybody wanted a piece of me. I was touched all over as my friends examined me and voiced their opinions on my naked and vulnerable anatomy.

"I love the way you've got her standing with her legs so far apart," Olivia said. "The lewd pose you've forced her into makes Alex's plump, glistening pubic lips so wickedly on display."

"And she has no pubic hair," Rachel commented as she stared at my bald pubes. "It's so much for the best. It will make her feel even more naked and exposed."

I moaned and groaned as my pussy was shamelessly probed and everyone intently watched my naked humiliation. The videographer filmed the whole thing, and I wondered who would get to see that video later.

Next, Devan moved in on me and grabbed my defenseless breasts and gave them an insistent squeeze. Then she took possession of my nipples.

She rolled them gently, making me moan, but then she was replaced by another girl from my school. This new girl wasn't so gentle, and she looked deep into my eyes before cruelly pinching my tender, pink nubs.

I let out a girlish yelp and strained helplessly against the handcuffs that held my wrists. She abused my poor nipples until another woman stepped forward. This time it was Wanda. She reached down and forced two fingers deep into my vagina, fiercely probing my pink interior, working her fingers in as deep as she could. She was exceptionally rough with me, and I whimpered as she dug her fingers in.

"You can't hide your treasures from me anymore, Alex," she said as she pumped her fingers inside me. I shifted my weight from foot to foot as I squirmed. My entire body was thrumming with desire, and I gasped as Wanda brought me closer and closer to orgasm.

"All those years, you kept this beautiful, perfect body covered up," Wanda commented. "That was just unforgivable."

Wanda probed my moist interior with her fingers while I whimpered and savored the sensations of being objectified and controlled by my friends. And then, Mistress Rose spoke up and said," Don't you think she should be punished for depriving you and your friends?"

"Punished?"

"When a slave disappoints a free woman, they're often spanked as punishment."

"Spank Alex? You think we should?"

"It might make you feel better. Spanking her cute bottom always makes me feel better."

Almost instantly, every woman in the room wanted to spank me. Even the DJ volunteered to throw me over her lap. I gasped and went wide-eyed as I realized that even the most innocent-looking people in the room had cruel intentions. Even sweet, congenial Devan winked at me, blew me a kiss and assured me that she would love to redden my beautiful buttocks.

"She has a really cute bottom, I'd love to spank it," Sarah announced, "And she's been a bad girl. She deserves it."

"How about that, Alex?" Mistress Rose said. "All of your friends want to spank you. Isn't that just so decadent and delicious?"

I panted and found it impossible to respond. And then my mistress told me to choose which of my friends would get to punish me.

"But I couldn't possibly!" I insisted. "To choose one of my friends to punish me would just add to my feelings of humiliation. No slave ever wants to do that!"

"Oh, I see," Mistress Rose commented. "Well, if I have to choose somebody to punish you, you get sixty swats. If you choose, you only get thirty swats. Do you think you can choose somebody now?"

I nervously scanned the room. Everyone eyed me like I was some sort of delicious treat. Everybody wanted me to go over their lap. No matter who I chose, they were going to hurt me, and it would be a humiliating experience I would remember for many years to come. However, to save my ass from thirty additional swats, I ended up choosing Devan.

"Oh, I am so glad you chose me," Devan squealed. "I won't go easy on you, but this will bring us closer together! I can just feel it!"

Mistress Rose unlocked my handcuffs and led me over to where Devan was sitting. I stood naked in front of my friend and then draped myself over her lap.

Caitlyn and the other women surrounded us. They arranged chairs in a semi-circle around Devan and me to get a better view of my spanking. Some of the women were positioned directly behind me and could see my raised buttocks and my bald pubes peeking out between my legs. Just thinking about that made me feel humbled, embarrassed and aroused.

"She is so adorable," Devan commented as she reached between my legs and stroked and petted my exposed pubic lips. I was naked, with my head hung low, my ass raised up as I waited for one of my friends to spank me. And at least a dozen of my friends from high school were eager to see me squirm and yelp as my ass was reddened. It was a soul crushing moment, and I don't think I'd ever felt more submissive.