Back to the present

I must have been standing looking at vegetables for 15 minutes as I thought about my initiation into this life. My outfit hadn’t changed but my butt was at least not as red. I somehow managed to behave despite being on the edge of mental breakdown at all times.

As I finally grabbed the vegetables for the salad I saw all the people who were looking at me. They could see my ass and as I leaned over they could see my pussy from the back. Everyone just walked by taking in my nude body. They couldn’t touch me, not because it would be violating me but because it would be a crime against my master but they could stare, look me up and down, and make lewd comments. A young man about 18 years old was certainly getting his kicks watching me and of course that sent tingles into my pussy much to my shame.

“Looking for one to fuck yourself with?”

He was talking about several of my phallic shaped vegetables and assumed that as a naked slut I must be constantly looking to get off. I wish I didn’t get off as much as I did but being so turned on all the time I seemed to always be cumming either involuntarily or, to my shame, voluntarily. The guy wasn’t going anywhere and I missed being able to speak freely. I had no power, no real voice, no recourse so I just lowered my head.

“No, sir.”

He seemed frustrated that I didn’t put up a fight and walked off. I guess that counts as a win.

As I awkwardly walked carrying all my items I reached the checkout aisle. I waited at the end of the line and every time a free person reached the aisle I had to go to the back of the line. They looked at me, none with sympathy even the women, and this couple came up behind me. I could tell by the look in their eyes they would’ve loved to tag team me.

“When are you going to be able to afford to buy one?” Asked the wife or girlfriend. I hoped she was a wife so maybe he’ll get bored and sell her. I almost teared up as I felt horrible for wishing this life on someone, no one deserved it.

“I’m supposed to get a raise next month. Your birthday is coming up. I’ll get us one just like her.”

They were of course talking about a **** like me. Apparently she was enticed by my body or maybe just my humiliation.

“Ooh, yeah a body like hers. Your hard cock in her ass while she eats mine. Ooh that would be so hot.”

“We’d have to blind fold her.”

“Why?”

“She shouldn’t be able to see real people naked. she is the only she gets to see naked it will make her feel more alone.”

“Oh that’s so hot, babe. You always have the best ideas.”

People always seemed to feel comfortable discussing their sexual fantasies about me or someone like me, right in front of me, because they didn’t think I deserved to have any dignity and to be fair, I didn’t.

The man seemed to be really into the idea and he stared up fantasizing but she just kept her eyes on me, smiling, and enjoying as I shuddered. A woman actually wanting another woman as a **** used to seem insane to me. To betray your own kind like that when it could so easily happen to any other woman seemed so cruel but my master’s sister seemed even more into it than my master was so it wasn’t so strange to me anymore. I began to shake as I let them get in front of me and dropped some of my items.

“Not like this one, a smart one.” She said looking back.

I teared up despite the fact I should’ve been used to it. I wasn’t stupid, I was scared and humiliated. I was naked in public and no one cared about me. I had no one. I bent down to pick up what I dropped. I tried to do so as modestly as possible but my legs spread and made my pussy more prominent.

“She’s dripping everywhere. The whore actually likes this.” Said the man.

I blushed from head to toe. Yes, my pussy was wet but I couldn’t control it. I didn’t want to be turned on but it seemed like I always was.

“She’s in heat. We could certainly put that to use.”

I was still shaking as I stood back up and the line began to move. I might be able to get out of here. They were talking about using me against my will but I was used to the act of it by now so talking about it didn’t even seem as frightening. The girl seemed to get an idea and smiled.

“Slut, what do you think of my outfit? Isn’t it just so nice and modest? I mean I could have hard nips and a wet puss like you but no one would know.”

She was rubbing it in that she got to wear clothes and I teared up. She was rubbing in how I had obvious signs of arousal that I couldn’t control and that even though she might have them too no one would know but for me everyone got to know.

“Your clothes are very nice, ma’am.”

All I can do is be cooperative and hope some people would show me mercy but she didn’t seem like the type.

“Isn’t it just great how I get to wear clothes and you don’t? It really lets people know the difference between a real person and a **** slut like yourself.”

I tried to just get this over with. I held back the tears trying to not let her get to me even though she was.

“Yes, ma’am, I’m a **** slut and should be naked. You’re a proud free woman and deserve clothes.”

She frowned and walked closer to me and I got nervous, my hands were full and I couldn’t cover or defend myself. She bent down and reached for a pack of gum and her head was turned but now level with my pussy.

I knew she couldn’t touch but she definitely had something in mind. People always looked for loopholes around the no touching. My body didn’t belong to me at all and I had to learn that this is just how it is no matter how much it pains me.

As she grabbed the gum and I looked down at her and my pussy was about an inch or two from her face. I remember when my wife was that low and would reach out and lick it. I haven’t been touched with love or tenderness like that in a long time. I wish I wasn’t so hot right now because I would’ve loved for this woman to do that to me, I needed it even if it would so humiliating in public.

As I fantasized she turned her head towards me, pursed her lips, and then blew a breath of hot air right at my pussy. As it hit I felt waves of pleasure shoot through my body. My knees shook and I squeezed my items as hard as I could to not drop them, I couldn’t help but quiver and then let out a low moan. My toes curled and I fought with every fiber of my being to not drop everything and reach down and touch myself despite my need to cum. The cucumber in my hand would’ve finished the job nicely but the consequences would be too great. After a bit I was able to calm down and luckily she didn’t breath on my parted lips again or I might not be able to control myself.

As I opened my eyes she was now standing in front of me smiling from ear to ear.

“Whore.” Was all she said as she turned and her husband or boyfriend finished paying.

The problem wasn’t that it happened or that it felt so good or bad but that this sort of thing happens all the time in this life. I just wish I could have one day where I was treated with even the tiniest bit of respect.