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ANTISLUT stretch your pussy will (Part 3) (10 March 2007) After a brief crying session, I looked over to the clock, 6:50am. Then
I realized that it was Monday and that I needed to get to work.
I got up and walked to my dresser to get myself a pair of panties and
bra. When I opened the drawer, all I could see were the giant panties and
bras that Kim had bought for me. Having no choice I put them on. Then I
opened my closet and saw all the long dresses and unflattering blouses and
sweaters. In the corner was the skimpy micro skirt and bikini top she
left. I was definitely not going to wear those so I put on a gray dress and
a white blouse.
I looked in the mirror and saw a very unsexy girl looking back. There
was hardly any skin showing, no cleavage, no nothing. I looked like my
grandmother. The only good thing about it was that no one could see my
whip marks. In any case, this was all I had to wear so I finished getting
dressed and drove to work.
Outside of the pleasantly surprised looks on everyone's faces,
everything went pretty normal. I even heard several of the girls commenting "Well, it looks like the office tramp decided to dress more
professionally for a change." "Ya, its about time." "But don't you think
she's went a little over board?" "Ya, but at least now there's less to look
at!" This was followed by giggling.
I tried to avoid Kim. I just couldn't face her after what she had done.
But at around lunch time, when I was sitting with some co-workers at the
cafeteria, Kim sat at our table.
| "Hello Erica, how nicely dressed you look today, new style?"
I just looked at her with a mixture of hate and fear. Then I noticed
something. She was wearing a new necklace. My eyes began to widen as I
saw the key that was attached to it. I then looked at her face and she had
a very knowing smile.
Towards the end of the day Kim walked by my desk and dropped a piece of
paper on it. After she left, I opened it. It simply said to go to her
house after work.
As I sat in my car for twenty minutes begging myself not to go, I
eventually realized that I had no choice. If I ever wanted to free my
pussy, she would have to be the one to do it.
I arrived at her house, and with trembling fingers rung the doorbell.
After a minute Kim open the door, and matter of factly let me in.
She quickly told me to undress and stand in the center of her living
room. I hesitated. I was contemplating if I should make a stand right
here, right now. Kim abruptly turned around and went to her room. When
she came back out with the whip I was already standing naked.
I saw a little smile on her face, before she began examining the scares
of her whipping 4 days ago.
"Your healing quite nicely slut. Your skin heals very quickly. Lets
hope that you learn to stop acting so whorish at the office and I won't
have to punish you again." I gulp at these words.
She then knelt between my widened legs and unlocked my pussy. She put
the lock on the table and told me to sit on a chair with my legs spread.
With trepidation I did as she asked. She went back into her room and
came out with an infamous brown bag. She reached into the bag and pulled
out a now familiar gigantic dildo. This one was the same as last time. 13
inches long, 5 inches wide. When she began lubing it up I tried to plead
with her.
"Listen Kim, you don't have to do this. I've learned my lesson. I
won't dress like a cheap slut any more. Please, don't do put it in me..."
"Shhhhhh. Stop whining Erica. I have to do this. The only way you
will stop acting like a tramp at the office is if no man wants you, and one
way to do that is to stretch you pussy, and it won't get stretched by
itself. Now here's how things are going to go for the next few weeks.
Every night you will come to my house, where I will unlock you pussy,
followed by the insertion of a dildo like this. You will go home and sleep
with it inside you until morning, where which you will come to my house
before work. Then I will remove the dildo and relock your pussy so you
wont be tempted to get laid at the office."
I became numb as she laid out her plans. The numbness was short lived
as she finished lubing and placed the head of the dildo at the entrance to
my pussy.
And so that's pretty much how it went for the next month. Every morning
I would get dressed in plan unrevealing clothing, go to her house, get my
dildo removed, get my pussy locked, go to work, then to her house to get
unlocked, then get a dildo reinserted and go home with it in me.
Pretty soon men were flirting with me less and less. And since I was
dressed the way I was, I would have to use my intelligence to attracted
them, and that was a lost cause.
After every week Kim would slightly increase the size of my dildo. By
the end of the month I was up to 15 inches long and 7 inches wide. My hips
and cunt got so stretched, that Kim was now able to put both her arms into
me all the way past her elbow and I still could barely feel her.
This routine was finally changed after one month. When I arrived to her
house after work I stripped as usual and stood before her.
"Hmmm, I think your mostly healed Erica. Your skin looks almost as good
as new and your body still looks fantastic. I think its about time to test
whether or not you've finally learned how to handle yourself at the office.
How about it Erica, do you think you are ready?"
"Oh yes yes, I am definitely ready!"
"We shall see." She then knelt between my legs and unlocked my pussy.
"Ok, now take these pink panties home with you. You are to wear these to
work tomorrow. On top of them you will be wearing the black micro skirt
and bikini top. This should be the ultimate test of whether you can
control yourself or not."
I looked at her as if to voice some objection, I mean I would be totally
humiliated going to work dressed like that. But one look from her caused
me to bite my lip.
"Do you understand whore?" I lowered my head and shook it yes.
That night I went to bed without an object in my pussy for the first
time in over a month. I was actually having problems sleeping. I felt so
empty. By 2 in the morning I had gotten fed up and shoved a flashlight up
my cunt to get some sleep.
By morning I was refreshed. When I got up to get dressed, I saw Kim's
panties on my chair. I then remembered the outfit she expected me to wear
to work. I opened the closet door and there it was. It was far and away
the sexiest thing worn in over a month, and would definitely be a challenge
to hold myself from flirting or being hit on by the guys.
After I put on the top and skirt I looked in the mirror and saw a street
walker looking back, not a woman who was about to walk into an office. All
of my legs and the bottom of my ass was showing, and my tits were almost
falling out of the cups. But if I wanted Kim to leave me alone, then I had
to do as she said. I got in the car and drove to work.
When I got to the garage, I started getting hoots and calls as I walked
to the elevators. When the door opened on my floor I took a big gulp and
walked out. As I walked to my desk a wave of silence followed as everyone
of my co-workers stared. My face was beat red by the time I got to my
desk.
For about half the day I didn't move from my spot, I was too
embarrassed. I began to notice an abnormal amount of guys were coming up to
my desk to hand me papers. I soon realized they were all trying to get
good looks at me. When this realization first hit me I smiled to myself,
then I got very angry. "I have to control myself. Be strong and just get
through the day."
I even skipped lunch so that I could stay out of the cafeteria.
Eventually I did have to get up and go make copies. On the way to the copy
machine Greg and Phil, two fellow co-workers, stopped me in the hall.
"Well hello Erica, dressing well today." Greg said as he was looking me
up and down.
"Ya, is that the new office fashion? I wouldn't mind seeing more of our
female workers dress like you". Phil chimed in.
"Oh buzz off!" and I tried to get past them, but before I could Greg
stopped again.
"Oh before you go, management wanted me to give you this file." When I
reached out to take the file Greg dropped it, walked past me, then stopped
and looked back. Those creeps! They had dropped the file intentionally so
they could watch me bend over to pick it up. Well they were in for a
definite disappointment, I am a changed woman. I simply kneeled down to
pick up the file, denying them anything good to look at.
I rose with a smile and a sense of accomplishment. Greg and Phil simply
turned around in disappointment and began to walk away. As I began to walk
my hand suddenly opened and the file fell again. I paused for a moment.
Why did I just do that? Greg and Phil had now stopped and were looking
back with curiosity. I felt their eyes behind me as an old feeling began
to come back.
With a mixture of fear and excitement I slowly began bending down at the
waist. Soon I had grabbed the paper but held my bent position for a moment
longer as I knew my pink panties were now in full view. Then I stood back
up and quickly walked away. I could hear them high fiving behind me.
The copies that I was suppose to be making were for Mark, another
coworker. When I was finished making them, I decided to hand them to Mark
personally. Mark is a shy man who doesn't have very much luck with woman,
so when he saw me walking towards his desk his eyes almost popped out.
When I placed the copies on his desk and began explaining what they
were, I couldn't help myself from bending over and giving him an eyeful of
my bikini covered tits.
By the end of the day I had managed to give every guy plenty to look at.
All the attention and teasing had gotten me extremely horny, so when Greg
ask if I'd like to have a drink with him I didn't hesitate to accept.
Within no time we were back at my house, on my bed, ripping each other's
cloths off. I needed to be fucked so badly. As I sucked him to hardness
he roughly played with my tits. When he was hard he placed himself between
my legs. As I waited for him to enter me he suddenly shouted "What the
Fuck?" He looked down and examined my stretched out pussy. A great panic
engulfed me as I remembered. "Listen Greg, uh...I..I can explain...."
"Dame bitch, this is the largest fucken twat I've ever seen. You must
have been fucked by a bull, you really are a slut. Wait till every one at
the office hears about this." He then turned me over and began fucking my
ass.
I began to scream for him to stop as the pain was overwhelming, but he
wouldn't. "Shut up slut, I need to fuck something tight."
Soon he was coming and I simply laid there, whimpering from the pain and
lack of any pleasure.
After he rested a moment, he fucked me again in the ass, then got
dressed. As he was ready to leave he slapped me hard on the ass "Thanks
for the fuck slut but I'll be telling everyone at the office that they
won't want to be fucking your pussy any time soon." He laughed out loud as
he walked out.
I continued to lay there for hours after that, crying my eyes out. I
had felt so used, so humiliated. And worst of all, I had betrayed myself
and Kim. She was right, I was a total flirt and a slut at the office.
Then I knew what I had to do. I got dressed in conservative clothing,
grabbed something from my drawer, put it in my purse and drove to Kim's
house. When she answered the door she looked at me as a mother to a little
girl who had just been very bad.
I just threw myself at her feet and cried.
"Oh Kim I'm so sorry. You were right, I am an uncontrollable flirt, and
when you finally gave me the chance to show my improvement I acted like a
complete slut."
I simply laid there in heap at her feet for a minute crying. Then she
suddenly reached down, lifted me up and sat me down in a chair. Kim then
went behind me and whispered into my ear.
"Shhhhhhh! There there, its ok, I understand. When ever men begin
looking at you a certain way you simply can't control yourself. So
whipping you again won't solve anything. We are going to have to prevent
men from seeing you as appealing. So tell me my little slut, do you have
any ideas?"
I sniveled one last time, then reached into my purse and pulled out the
object from my drawer, a pair of scissors. She took the scissors from my
hand and began cutting my hair. My long, beautiful blond hair. The hair
that I would always twirl around seductively at men was now falling to the
floor in pieces. When all I had left was a crew cut Kim went into her
bathroom and returned with the razor and shaving cream. Soon my head was
completely bald.
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That all took place five months ago. Since then I have been totally
reformed by Kim. I always wear long wool dress and sweaters were ever I
go. I always keep my head bald and have tried wearing big black glasses
instead of contacts. I have also moved in with Kim so that she can keep a
better eye on me.
Greg did tell everyone at the office about my stretched out pussy, but
at least it has insured that none of the guys will try to hit on me.
Even so, a tramp like me can't be too careful. Kim and I have
permanently locked my pussy. When she had put the lock through my labia
lips and locked my pussy for the last time, she handed me the key. I
looked at it for a second, then flushed it down the toilet.
I have since thanked Kim many times over for reforming me. She simply
brushes me off, commenting "That's what friends are for".
I am very lucky to have a friend like her, always willing to do so much
for me. Which reminds me, I need to go to her so that she can insert the
new larger dildo into my ass, were finally up to 5 inches wide! As I said,
a tramp like me can never be too careful!
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