The Roommates Pt 3

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The Roommates Pt 3

The Wild Weekend

Friday brings a slight change. Stacy has me wear a pink mini dress with flared skirting. Pink stockings, a rose garter belt, a matching open cupped bra, and pink four-inch heels.

I hate it. I look like a slut and a child at the same time. Nevertheless, Stacy directs, "wear it," and I have surrendered to her will. The other interns snicker when they see me.

That afternoon, one of the Senior Partners asks Stacy and me to deliver some documents to a nearby law firm. He says we are free for the weekend once we complete the task.

Our destination sits a short drive away. One of the junior lawyers meets us on the street, so we do not need to find parking. He turns out to be my first "customer" last weekend.

He signs for the package. Then, Stacy sends me on an errand while they talk. When I return, he has gone, and Stacy has a smirk on her face.

I hand her a coffee as I get in the car. Stacy drives off heading for the house. After a few blocks, she orders me to remove my dress.

I slouch down for maximum concealment. Stacy counter, "No hiding." I sit up and slip the dress off. At the next light, Stacy grabs her phone and documents my indecency.

Next, goes the bra. I actually enjoy removing it. It feels uncomfortable and conceals nothing.

Then, Stacy does a really mean trick. She pulls into a gas station. She hands me a credit card and instructs, "Fill the tank."

I sit there wearing just heels, stockings, and a garter belt. My breast, butt, and pussy sit completely vulnerable. Now, Stacy wants me to exit the car.

I meekly beg, "Please, no." Stacy Smiles and responds, "We are not leaving until you fill the tank. We are before rush hour. Better to do it quickly before a car pulls in behind us."

I look around. I see no other customers nearby. The pumps will take a credit card, so I will not need to enter the store. I accept my fate, hesitantly open the door, and step out of the car.

I walk around the front of the car keeping the pumps between myself and the store window. I thrust the credit card into the pump. It responds by requesting the billing zip code.

A glance towards Stacy shows her in photography mode. I request the needed data. She replies, "Pose for some pictures, and I will tell you."

I strike a pose. She takes the picture and calls out "7." Following directions, I grab the nozzle and do four more poses to get the rest of the zip. I input the number and select the gas grade.

Getting Stacy to unlatch the gas tank cover requires more modeling. Stacy is making this last as long as possible.

A car drives in and circles around to the other side of the pumps. A man gets out and begins pumping. He stares at me the whole time. His passenger gets out and walks around for a better look.

I just smile at her. Stacy shouts, "Take a picture. It will last longer." They both whip out their phones to memorialize the strange encounter.

Finally, the tank is full. I start walking back around to the passenger side when the horn honks. Stacy waves me to her window and hands me a twenty. She says, "I'm hungry. Get me some M and M's." Then as I walk towards the store, she shouts, "Becky, buy some condoms and two wine coolers, also."

I hurry into the store and search for the demanded items. Everyone except Stacy follows me there. They seem to be deliberately getting in my way.

Eventually, I get everything. One guy quickly gets in line just before me and starts asking the clerk about cigarettes, lottery tickets, and fountain drink prices.

I stand there with everyone watching me and some taking pictures. The longer it takes, the more people enter. Nobody leaves.

My irritation meter pegs, but I smile and try to hide my anger. Eventually, the man blocking the line steps aside without buying anything.

I hurriedly place my items on the counter. The clerk casually scans and bags my items. He asks if I want a lottery ticket. I decline.

I hand him the twenty. He slowly counts back my change. I grab the shopping bag and walk away. By now, I am trailing a fair crowd.

Stacy pulls away as I exit the store. I panic. What do I do now?

She circles the store and stops with me next to the driver's side window. She seizes the bag and coolly examines the contents. Then she says, "change."

I hand her the change, and she places it in her purse. Then, she exclaims, "Get in the car. This is taking forever."

I hurry around to the passenger door and pull the handle. Of course, it is locked.

I bang on the window. Stacy lowers the window. I say, "It's locked." She calmly looks over and fiddles with the lock.

The door opens. I take refuge inside. Stacy snaps a picture of the crowd and then me. She yells my phone number and, "Send the pictures." Then, she tosses out a handful of business cards.

She slips one of the cards into my garter belt and drives away. I read the card. It contains my full name, cell number, and Facebook page. It also contains an email address, and a website. I do not recognize them, but they are basically variations of my name with a few numbers and derogatory words added.

Stacy hands me a wine cooler, and then she takes one for herself. She tosses the bag in the back. She exclaims, "Lose the rest of your clothes."

After I comply and sit completely bare except for my bracelet, Stacy instructs, "You must remain completely naked like you are now until Monday morning. Even shoes are not allowed unless I give permission."

"Any attempts to cover up will be punished. Don't even place your hands in your lap." I ponder this edict the rest of the way home and worry what Stacy has planned.

On arriving home, the servants are there to greet us. The doorman opens the car doors. After this week and the gas station, I no longer worry about the staff witnessing my nudity.

Stacy hands me the bag with the candy and condoms. I carry it and my discarded clothing to the house being careful not to cover my body.

Stacy motions me upstairs to her suite. The bag goes on the desk, and the clothes go in the hamper. A small refrigerator and a new small desk with a laptop have been added to the room.

Stacy grabs a yellow beverage for herself and hands me a pink one. She instructs, "You must always have the pink drink. Stacy knows you crave the pink drink."

Stacy has me check my phone and my new email for messages while she changes into a bathing suit. She hands me one of my cards with "Stacy'sPet1" written on the back. She informs, "That's your new computer and email password. PetBecky is your user's name"

I sit at my new desk and check my messages. It is already linked with my phone in Stacy's purse. I have several pictures sent by people at the gas station.

Stacy sends me an email with a cloud folder link, user ID (PetBecky) and password. A separate link has a specific picture in the folder.

She instructs me, "Upload the pictures you receive to the folder. Then, write a friendly personal thank you email to everyone that sent a picture of you. Include the picture I linked in each reply. Have them ready, but do not send them until I review them."

Once I am instructed, Stacy gets on her phone and starts texting people. I look in the folder. It contains subfolders with all of the pictures and video Stacy has taken of me from the strip darts on the farm to the gas station. There are even a few from school parties, the scholarship dinner, and my scholarship and internship application.

I select a particularly embarrassing picture and drag it to the trash. An error pops up with a stern looking picture of Stacy holding her paddle.

It explains, "Permissions exceeded! You do not have permission to delete or overwrite in this folder. Do you really believe I would be that careless? I have been notified, and you will be punished!" I wince.

I set to work uploading the pictures and writing the thank you replies. The picture Stacy told me to send shows me at the pump. I am smiling, holding the nozzle in one hand, and waving hello with the other.

The pose gives a clear view of my bare breast and pussy framed by my garter belt. A week ago, I would be horrified and humiliated. Now, I am just mildly ashamed.

I try making the reply match the submittal. Pictures just get a picture with "Thank You." Longer messages get a longer more intimate reply.

"David, Thank you for the pictures. I am glad you enjoyed my performance. Attached is a picture taken by my friend. I hope you cherish it. Thank you for the offer for a date. I will consider it if time permits."

Several include photos of the sender. A sweet one came from a 30 something couple. Along with a dozen pictures of me they included several pictures of themselves with and without clothing.

The long flowing message compliments me on my beauty, sensuality, poise and daring. They gush about how they enjoyed my stunt.

They invite me, my boyfriend, and/or my girlfriend to join them at their lake house anytime. They would love getting to know me.

They receive my longest response. I thank them, compliment them on their pictures and offer, but kindly defer on the lake-house visit.

I also start a folder, "Becky's Friends and Fans" and save their pictures.

A few of the messages contain no pictures. They range from sweet to crude. I reply to the sweet ones and ask Stacy for permission to delete the crude ones. After checking them, she agrees.

Two of the emails contain pictures, but none of me. The nice one came from the store clerk. It ended with "Come again any time." In his picture he stands at the beach wearing swim trunks. It went in the friends folder.

The other one contains just dick picks and a proposition. On consulting Stacy, I reply to the clerk and delete the other message. However, Stacy has me start a "Dick Picks" folder and save the pictures. I do not want to, but I unquestioningly obey.

After about an hour, I complete my correspondence and review it with Stacy. She directs a few changes but seems mostly happy with my work. She has me blind copy her on a few of my replies.

The next task Stacy assigns consist of a house rules presentation. She sends me a list of house rules and corresponding picture links. She directs me to combine them.

I make a few spelling and grammar corrections. These I clear with Stacy. This is the resulting rules.

I pick a background with a house in the corner and combine one rule and a picture on each slide. It matches what I did with my affirmations.

With the first one there is a picture of Stacy and me sunbathing by the pool. She is topless, and I am nude. Who took the picture? Maybe her dad. I am surprised she uses one with her topless.

A nude of me on the diving board goes with the next rule. The third has me kneeling in front of her. She snapped it the first night here before I performed oral on her. I cannot believe it has been less than a week.

The fourth picture shows me at the gas pump. It is similar to but not the same as the one I have been sending out.

I am most embarrassed by the fifth picture. It shows me bent over grabbing my ankles sticking my red paddled butt in the air. Seeing it makes my ass hurt, but it also arouses me.

I am not in the next photo. It displays my first "customer" stripping that night on the beach.

The last one exhibits me giving head to Cowboy Bob. What does that have to do with cell phones? I quickly finish and send it to Stacy. What will she do with this?

The pictures have me feeling both nostalgic and horny. While I am waiting for Stacy, I explore more of my photos. I find a folder titled "The Best of Becky." I open it and a slide show begins. It shows me fully exposed.

Stacy calls, "Becky" and heads for the door. I quickly close my laptop and follow. By now it is almost six.

On the way past the living room, I see myself on the big screen TV. As we travel onward, I am embarrassed to see that "The best of Becky" plays on every television screen in the house and the Cunninghams' integrated entertainment system has a screen in almost every room. Even the bathrooms have televisions.

This shames me more than the fact I am walking around naked. By now, I am use to being naked at Stacy's house. However, seeing myself appearing like a porn star, nude on multiple screens, is mortifying. Some of the photos from the farm are really pornographic.

We go to the pool and sunbath for a bit. Stacy removes her top. We skip the usual sunblock routine since the sun sits low in the sky.

Stacy has me kneel before her. She proclaims, "You are my pretty little pet. If you have not figured that out yet, you should. I will teach you lots of entertaining tricks."

She fixes a red leather choker around my neck. It has a silver heart in the front and a small padlock to lock the clasp. She adds, "Don't worry. It's waterproof, so you will know your owned even in the shower."

The doorman stocks the bar, and the maid sets a small buffet table. A tap on Stacy's phone tells the doorman to brings us drinks. Mine is the usual pink elixir. I am unsure what Stacy receives as the drinks are served in opaque glasses.

On the patio the monitors show my shame. I cannot help but stare at my humiliating images as they flash along for anyone to see.

It suddenly switches to the house rules presentation and repeats that twice before it returns to me giving Boy Toy a blowjob.

Stacy notices me watching and explains, "I have it set to jump to the house rules whenever the front door opens. I can also do it manually with my phone."

Just after seven Stacy's phone chimes. Stacy presses her phone and says, "That's our first guest. Since the doorman is tending bar. You need to greet our guest."

I barely consider my nudity as I obediently head for the door. I open the front door just as the valet opens the door of a Porsche. My first customer from the club steps out and comments, "Glad to see your standard attire has not changed."

I ask, "I never got your name." He answers, "Joe."

I lead Joe into the house. A watching Stacy exclaims, "You need to explain and enforce the house rules."

I point to the nearest screen. Joe looks up just in time to see his naked picture before it changes to rule seven. He watches as each slide passes.

I cannot tell if he reads them or just looks at my picture. When the last rule disappears, Stacy inquires, "Did you get that?" He replies, "Yes."

Stacy commands, "Strip or leave." Joe thinks about it a minute and starts removing his shirt. Stacy starts photographing.

Soon, all his clothes rest on the floor. Stacy has Joe and me pose together. After a couple more pictures she returns to the patio. Joe places his phone next to mine in a basket by the door, and we slowly follow Stacy.

As we walk through the house leaving Joe's clothes for the servants, I comment, "I almost thought you would leave. Why do you put up with Stacy's games?"

Joe answers, "You both have already seen me naked and Stacy already has pictures. A few more will not make a difference. Remember, I have pictures of her too. Stacy said this is a skinny dip party in her invitation, so we all will be stripped soon anyway."

Joe cups my butt and quips, "Besides, I enjoyed last weekend."

We join Stacy for another round of drinks and small talk. The next guest interrupts the revelry.

I meet Stephany just outside the front door. I have seen her before at college, but we have never actually talked. She moves in Stacy's crowd not mine.

I notice she has a bracelet that matches mine. She seems annoyed by me. I do not recognize the reason.

When we reenter the house, I point out the rules. I ask her if she understands, but she just walks away to the patio.

I follow. She obviously knows the way. On reaching the patio, I inform her she needs to surrender her phone.

She hesitates but ultimately hands it to Stacy. Stacy gives it to me.

Minutes later before I can finish my drink. Stacy looks at me and points. I go to greet our next guest dropping Stephany's phone in the basket on the way.

I meet Joe's friends from the farm. They laugh when they see me and already seem soused.

We go through the rules' presentation. They snicker when they see Joe's naked picture. I ask if they understand. They just laugh.

I say, "So strip or leave." They practically role on the floor with laughter. Then, they notice the pile of Joe's clothes and recognize his monogramed shirt.

They call Joe. He says strip. They strip and surrender their phones. We congregate at the pool and receive pink and blue drinks.

I start talking to Joe and take just a few sips. Joe's friends stare at my pictures flashing by on the TV. Strangely, they are more interested in the pictures than me actually standing here in the nude.

Stacy mingles taking pictures of everyone while Stephany follows behind. The sun sets in the background.

Stacy walks over, snaps a picture of Joe and me and loudly says. "Chug it." All attention returns to me.

I obediently comply as Stacy photographs me downing my drink. Stacy hands me another pink concoction and pushes it towards my face. I guzzle that.

Stacy addresses the group. "We will get to the entertainment in a minute, but first I owe Becky a punishment for something she did this afternoon. Joe, will you help." Oh no, she will punish me in front of everyone.

Stacy goes to the bar and retrieves her leather paddle and a bar stool. She then starts barking orders. "Joe takes a seat. Becky, over his lap. Ass up."

She then turns one of the patio's spotlights on to its brightest setting. Of course, Joe and I sit right at the focal point.

Stacy enquires, "What did you do this afternoon that requires punishment."

I start to respond, "I attempted to..."

Stacy interrupts, "Louder and clearer! That performance will gain you one more swat from each guest. Now start over."

I begin again almost shouting. "I attempted to delete one of my pictures without Stacy's permission."

Stacy hands me my cell phone and Joe the paddle. My affirmation presentation is queued up. I notice the TV now shows the same as my phone.

Stacy instructs, "Becky, read each affirmation. I have changed them so read them carefully. Joe, apply one spanking after each statement. Do not go easy, or we will start over with a new executioner, and you will be punished."

I lay prone on Joe's lap with my butt facing the sky. A bright light spotlighting my shame to everyone. I loudly and distinctly recite the declarations. Joe accents each statement with a firm blow to my ass.

When I finish, my ass aches. I am sure I am flush on my face and my butt. I would be crying from pain if I was not so anesthetized by alcohol. Why does Stacy torture me?

Stacy announces, "Now, each guest will add one spanking. Joe, your first." Joe pops me once more and hands his tool to Stacy. She hands it to each of Joe's friends for their shot.

Stephany goes last. She hits the hardest of them all. She must really hate me.

I rest there waiting for what comes next. Joe starts massaging my rear. It feels really good with his firm hand caressing me.

Stacy hands me another drink. I gulp it without direction. Stacy proclaims, "Now everyone, grab a chair and place them in a circle. Time for some before dinner entertainment."

Everyone except Stacy gets a chair. She signals the bartender for more drinks. We form a tight circle around the spotlighted area.

The bartender brings a fresh round and removes the bar stool along with the empties. Stacy decrees, "Becky, dance for our guest."

I rise, swallow my beverage, and discard my empty glass. Stacy takes my seat.

Music has been playing in the background all evening. Now, it gets louder and starts to pulse. The lighting also changes as flashing colored lights replace the white spot.

I begin to gyrate to the music. I concentrate on a different guest each song. Of course, I start with Joe. He gropes me as I dance. I enjoy it.

A wave of Stacy's hand sends me to Stephany for the next song. Stephany is aloof and does not seem to appreciate my performance. She does swat my butt a few times.

I proceed through the group ending with Stacy. She acts even more hands-on than Joe. When the song finishes, the music stops, and the white spot returns.

I am left standing in the limelight worrying about Stacy's next plan. Fortunately, I get a temporary reprieve.

Stacy announces, "One of you is overdressed. Stephany, why don't you perform a strip dance for us."

Stephany hesitates and exclaims, "I am comfortable the way I am." Stacy counters, "Repeat house rule four." With a few taps on her phone, the rule appears on the monitors.

Stephany reluctantly reads it. "Everyone must obey Stacy without hesitation." Stacy quips, "I think I owe you a punishment."

Stephany haughtily counters, "That may apply to your little summer pet or your sex thralls, but you must not expect me to play your game."

Stacy responds, "You're not above being the center of a naked, drunk, sex party. Now, strip." A few more phone clicks and a picture of Stephany appears on the display.

She is naked except for a baseball cap with several frat guys similarly attired. One has a dick in her vagina, another guy's dick fills her mouth.

A few more similar pics flash by before Stephany stands and exclaims, "OK." Stacy triumphantly adds, "I will apply your punishment when I think of a good one."

I take Stephany's chair as a jazzy show tune starts. Stephany slowly starts removing clothes as she awkwardly sways to the music. You can tell she hates this.

Stacy photographs the Strip show like she has done everything tonight. She takes almost half the song to remove her top. Then, she slowly removes her shoes.

The song finishes just as she loses her pants. She walks towards me to reclaim her place.

Stacy interrupts, "You're not finished. Now, do another song, and if you're not completely naked by the half way point, I will owe you two punishments."

The song starts. Stephany continues her strip. The stockings go quickly followed by the bra. She hesitates on the panties.

Stacy scowls and presses her phone and more nude sex pictures of her appear on the screen. Stephany swiftly relents and soon dances completely naked.

Stephany searches for her clothes after her dance. Stacy informs her, "The bartender gave them to the maid, so she could put them away. You don't need them until you're ready to leave, and if you leave before Sunday, there will be consequence. You will not like them. Now, shall we eat."

Stacy gets up and leads the way towards the buffet. On the way there the patio lights go out leaving dinner lit by candles and tiki torches.

After the surprise subsides, we continue to the buffet. Stacy stops just before to allow her guest to go first.

After a delicious dinner including liberal quantities of intoxicating beverages. Stacy mandates, "Now, it's time for the skinny-dipping."

She slides down her bikini bottom, runs to the pool, and dives into the water. The guys and I follow Stacy into the water.

Stephany stays at the table. Stacy whispers to Joe who waves to his friends. They go back and throw Stephany in the pool.

We play for a while. Then, we move to the hot tub for necking, groping and more intimate action. I am with Joe until Stacy makes her moves and pushes me aside. Stephany ends up with one of Joes friends and I join the other boy.

After the hot tub, we rinse off in the outdoor shower. Stacy goes first. Then, she brings up the Patio lighting and turns it into a photo shoot for the rest of us.

She has all these preset patio lighting schemes that spotlight different areas of the patio with different color blends. This clearly was not her first patio party.

After that each couple goes its separate ways. My boy and I wind up spending the rest of the night using some exercise pads on the patio.

I wake late, sore, and in a man's grasp. Luckily, the house shades the patio from the morning sun. We shower outside.

My partner attempts using one of the towels as a sarong until I inform him Stacy will punish him. He quickly discards it.

We head for the kitchen for breakfast with a brief stop at the restroom. The best of Becky still plays throughout the house.

The other guests meet us there. A musical fanfare plays as Stacy enters wearing a blue sundress. She greets us.

Then, the slide show changes to the best of the party. Unsurprisingly, it starts with a shot of me being punished. This party seems like an X-rated reality TV show.

At least, I am not the only model in Stacy's pornographic presentation. It includes everything from Joe stripping in the entryway to sexy shower scenes. Shockingly, it also shows me being fucked on the patio. How did Stacy take that?

After brunch Stacy says we have some free time and should meet on the patio at three. I go for swim with Joe. We end up making love on a patio chase lounge.

Afterwards, when I retreat to Stacy's bathroom to shower, blow-dry my hair, and do my makeup, I find Stacy working at her desk.

She seems busy, so I do not interrupt. I return to the patio and nervously await Stacy's next activity.

I contemplate my situation. Stacy has already forced me into many humiliating activities. Why do I submit to her highly inappropriate demands? Why does merely thinking about it have me so aroused?

Inevitably, I put the thoughts aside. I return to the patio and grab a bottle of the pink concoction. I sip and wait to learn Stacy's next activity.