More humiliation

Standing there on the footpath, Daddy turns to you, his voice commanding." Take your skirt off"
"But-"
"Take it off! You're a little slut and you deserve to have the world see your cum soaked cunt!"
Your stomach flips, in excitement and fear, your pussy pulses and your knees buckle. "Yes Daddy"

You slide the short skirt over your hips, letting it fall to the pavement before daintily stepping your three inch heels out of them. Deftly bending and scooping the skirt up, Daddy stuffs it into his coat.

You're shocked. Your cheeks burn and you can feel the hot pinpricks of tears forming in your eyes. How could he do this to you? How could you let him? Your beginning to think that this is too much. Even for you. Yet your pussy keeps dripping. You try to cover yourself with your hands, but Daddy pulls them away, giving you a sharp little slap on your mons. "Aahh! OW!"

He links his arm into yours and calmly, casually strolls into the lobby. You want to run but part of you is enjoying this. You're proud of yourself, in a perverse way. You want the world to see you naked, to admire your cum splattered thighs and marvel at your glistening vagina.

You cross the lobby, your heels clicking. You stop at the lift and wait. The seconds seem to tick past. You notice that you've widened your stance a little, thrusting your chest and hips out. You do that a lot now; instinctively displaying yourself.

The lift doors open and you both step in.