Humiliation

Inside of the room there was, well, everything. Anything and everything one could possibly want in an exploration of the erotic. One wall was entirely given over to clothes. They ranged from low cut dresses to see through underwear to costumes that looked likes something out of a bad porn movie. Jasmine felt her face heating up as she took in the rest. Beyond the clothes there was a wall of various devices, machines and toys in all sorts of colours and sizes. There were beads and dildos, vibrators and handcuffs.

On the other side of the room there was a table and a set of chairs. All of them were pointed towards the centre of the room where there was a large reclining chair. The sort that could fold out into a bed and looked rather uncomfortable. There were links of metal on the arms and legs of the chair and it was set on a swivel so that it could be moved in any direction. Beside this chair there was a small multi-layered table.

"Do you like it?" Michael said. "All for you Jasmine. Compliments of the boss. You don't know how much money it cost to get all of this shipped here."

Jasmine said nothing for a few moments. She tried to gather her courage and her wits but the sight of the room had unmanned her, its silent promise of things to come was both sinister and exciting. She felt a flash of heat travelling through her body. Between her legs, her womanhood tingled with excitement. Jasmine tried to pretend that she wasn't enraptured by the sight, forcing herself to look away. It was more of an effort than she had thought to tear her gaze from the walls and back to Michael who was watching her with a smug little grin that made her want to punch him. There was nothing but lust in his eyes now. Nothing but desire for her and her body. Jasmine felt faint.

"What do you want me to do now?"

"We're going to present you to the rest of the company." Michael said. "But first you need to look the part. You're not a manager anymore so we can't have you confusing the employees with thoughts of authority or power over them. You're now the lowest of the low and I want everyone to know that when they see you."

"Is being half naked not enough?" She gestured to her body. "I don't think anyone could mistake me for being in charge now..."

Michael laughed.

"Are you getting bashful? Don't want to show off your skin?"

"Would you?" She shot back. "I can't believe this is happening. This is insane. This whole thing is insane."

"Perks of living in a capitalist society." Michael said. "Well, perks for me. Not so much for you. But that's capitalism isn't it? Shall we go over your choices? You lost a lot of money Jasmine. A lot of money. You could go to jail for that much money. The judge was lenient and made you into a **** instead. You're still free. _ Mostly _free. It's just that during work hours your ass belongs to us. If you want to go back on that judgement than you can still end up in jail."

"N-No..." Jasmine said with a shake of her head. "That's not what I want..."

"Good because you've been my manager for a few years now and I wouldn't want to see you in jail either. It would be such a waste. So you're going to be publicly humiliated instead. We'll start with the look. I let you keep your underwear until now but there is no longer a place for it. Take it off, I want to see you naked as the day you were born."

Jasmine's hands trembled. Her breathing was short and fast. Michael's words washed over her. They made her head swim. She was going to strip naked now? Did she have a choice in the matter? Probably not. Her skin crawled as her hands moved up behind her back, working on the straps of her bra. She turned away from Michael, facing towards the far wall. Her heart was hammering, her mouth felt dry. Even though her back was turned to him she knew that Michael was still watching her. His presence made her knees go weak. Her mind was in chaos. Red hot humiliation washed over her. Made her face go red in embarrassment. She had never thought it could be so real. In all of her fantasies, all of her imaginings it had always been distant, safe. Now it didn't feel safe anymore. Yet she was drawn onwards, moved as though by another power. Lust and adrenaline powered through her veins. Edged her closer and closer to compliance.

Jasmine's world was shaking. Only a few days ago she would never have done something like this but now... now she felt her bra loosen as her fingers fumbled with the clasps. Now she felt the blast of cold air against her chest, the breeze teasing her stiff nipples. She bit back a moan, her hands going to her waist where they hooked around the elastic band of her panties. Her skin tingled. The heat between her legs grew stronger. Arousal. Lust. Call it what you want, she was feeling it now. Stronger than she ever had before. Jasmine knew she was wet down there. She could feel it and in a moment Michael would see it too. Humiliation filled her, made her want to curl up into a ball. She was delaying. With her fingers hooked around the band of her panties she knew there was only one place to go now. Jasmine squeezed her eyes closed and started to inch them downwards. Her breathing grew faster and faster as she felt her skin exposed by inches.

The panties hit the floor a moment later. She was trembling. Exposed. Her whole body was naked now. The splash of cold air against her womanhood made her gasp. The feeling of heat and want that knifed between her legs made her want to moan. Her eyes were closed but she could feel every inch of her body.

"Turn around." Michael said. "Let me see you."

Jasmine didn't want to. Her whole life had led up to this moment and she couldn't remember the number of times she'd lain in bed thinking of what it would be like. But now it was here, now it was real. It was intense, not so some distant fantasy. She was naked and she was about to expose herself to her former subordinate as well as anyone else who he deemed appropriate. She felt small and powerless. Humiliated and degraded She didn't want to turn around but her body was working on its own. Each step further into the fantasy was small and yet led her closer to damnation. She told herself she could stop any time she wanted and so long as she believed that she didn't have to stop.

Jasmine turned. Her body swayed as she faced Michael again. Her heart hammered, her pulse raced. She wished the earth would swallow her up, she wanted to be anywhere, anywhere but here.

"Spread your legs, hands behind your back." Michael said with a lazy smirk.

She felt like such a whore as she did what he said. Her legs spread to expose her womanhood, her hands moved behind her back to prevent any chance of covering herself. Her womanhood was aching to be touched, liquid was leaking from her lower lips. Moisture beaded her thighs.

Michael looked at her. The first time he had seen her really naked. Her skin was dusky, her nipples were dark. Her vulva was a slightly raised mound. She was hairless down there, she had no cover at all. Her labia were engorged and wet, half open to allow entrance into her pussy. Jasmine blushed furiously, looking away even as her body betrayed her.

Michael's hand moved to her chest. She tried not to moan as his fingers started to massage her breasts, gently stroking them. Leaving a tingling wake of desire where they went. It was hard. Each touch made her jump, the pattern was a slow and steady one. He was enjoying his power over her. He was touching her, fondling her. His fingers running over her nipples and breasts like some teenager who was enjoying his first time with his girlfriend. No, it was more than that. As he continued she realised that he was almost trying to claim them. To make them his. He was touching them, stroking them, using every angle. Learning their shape, their contour. Her throat was dry. His fingers started to press more deeply, his fingernails biting into her skin. She gasped, a moan escaped her lips. A thumb and forefinger closed around her nipple and he started to rub it. The feeling made her go weak at the knees. She bit her lips to try and make no sound but after a few moments she moaned again. The feeling was too strong. She'd been aroused all day by what was happening to her and now he promised relief. Even if her mind didn't want to take it, her body was working on its own.

Michael's other hand slowly fell down her chest, tracing a path with his fingers down her abdomen and towards her waist. Jasmine felt her breath speeding up as his fingers approached the crown of her womanhood. They trailed over her vulva and began to stroke her labia. Their touch down there was madness, enticing and promising with each movement. He followed the shape of her slit. His fingers traced her lower lips. Jasmine squeaked, her heart pounding faster and faster. Holding her static position was one of the hardest things she had ever done. Michael's fingers turned inwards now. Pressing her lower lips aside. She felt his fingers start to enter her body, her womanhood strained to experience it to the fullest, her legs felt like jelly. She closed her eyes and arched her spine.

He was going to finger her into a climax right here and now.