She needs to throw her clothes away

She poked her head up from her phone.

“Throw your clothes away.”

I backed up as turning around would let the men see my thin landing strip and some of my pussy. I bent down at the knees to keep everything concealed and once I picked up all my former clothes and could hold them in front of me at crotch level I turned around trying to find the nearest trash can. Unfortunately it was all the way back at the building.

“What did I say about time, Dyke?”

I really couldn’t wait until I earned another name. Something that came from her heart and didn’t remind me of all the worst days of my life in high school. She was one of those people who called me that. I made the mistake of coming out of the closet in a place where not enough people had yet developed the emotional intelligence for empathy. I can change her mind about me though, if she just gives me the chance.

I scurried to the building even though as I walked past the men I was revealing my ass again. I felt the concrete under my feet and it was rough each step reminding me that i should have shoes and that reminded me i should have clothes. I made small steps to make sure they couldn’t see any of my pussy from overstretched legs.

I made it to the trash can and I realized I had over twenty men and some women all staring at me like a piece of meat. Some were taking pictures and I could see bulges through their pants. I tried to not cry but some tears were forming in my eyes. I was better than this; I deserved better than this. I had made it this far though, and I had a change of clothes waiting in the car. I took a deep breath and dropped my clothes in the trash can as a final goodbye to the life I was willing to give away just to be around Kelly.

One of the women, a redhead in her 40’s, who had been watching me came up to me and I dropped my eyes to the ground afraid to look at her or meet her eyes and turned my body slightly so she could only see a bit of side boob and my ass.

“Miss, are you alright? Is someone hurting you?”

This stranger was showing more concern for me than my master. I wiped a tear away from my eye.

“No... this is what I want. Thank you for your concern.”

Apparently that wasn’t enough as she continued to speak to me as I tried to hold back an impending panic attack.

“Miss, I know it’s not my business but is this some sort of ****? I don’t know anyone who’d ‘want’ to be naked in front of dozens of strangers. Do you want my coat?”

Her coat was tempting but I knew I couldn’t disappoint Kelly like that in such a big way so soon into our time together. And while it was sort of **** since I either had to choose between slavery or never seeing Kelly again I wouldn’t want it to reflect badly on her. I know how much she cares about her reputation.

“No ma’am, I would very much like to stay nude.”

I wiped another tear as I tried to sound convincing.

“You know it’s illegal, right?”

I felt ashamed of calling myself a **** even though I was one but I certainly didn’t want the police involved so I had to tell her the truth.

“Not for a ****, ma’am, which is what I am. I am property and property doesn’t need clothes.”

She seemed shocked by the statement. ‘How could a 20 year old have fucked up so bad that she needed to accept a **** contract to get out of it?’ Was what she probably was thinking.

“I’m so sorry. You seem a sweet young woman. Could your parents not afford to help you out with your financial troubles? Even a court appointed lawyer should’ve built in a stipulation for clothing? You could get the contract nullified or at least modified if he didn’t provide you adequate assistance.”

The tears were coming and I couldn’t wipe them away quick enough. I heard a beep from Kelly’s car and knew I was pissing her off by making her wait.

“Is that your... um... is that who you answer to now?”

I needed her to stop talking to me. She was showing empathy and caring and she didn’t even know me. She wanted to help me. I didn’t need a reminder that I made these choices myself and that I was stuck like this. I needed to get back to the car and leave.

“It is ma’am, and I’m quite happy with it and the terms we’ve come to. If it wouldn’t bother you I’d like to be left alone now.”

I turned my head to see her frown and she reached into her purse to pull out a card. She held it out in front of her to try to hand to me.

“If you change your mind, call me. I have a lot of pull at city hall. I’ve never seen a **** treated like this and I don’t think you’ve received proper counsel.”

I turned to face her revealing all of me and went to take her card. Then I remembered that I didn’t want a life without Kelly.

“Ma’am, I appreciate the support you’re trying to show me but I am an adult woman who entered into this willingly and informed. I need to be going now.”

She seemed shocked but put her card away.

“I hope this isn’t as bad as it looks, miss...” she paused waiting for me to tell her my name.

It felt weird to be having the conversation fully naked with a stranger. Her body blocked the other’s view of me so it was just her seeing me like this but I felt so ****.

“My name is... Dyke.”

She frowned harder at the name I had been given and didn’t seem to have any more words for me so I started walking. As I walked around her I placed both hands over my crotch. If Kelly had a problem with it I would tell her I was saving it for her eyes only.

The men were still watching, taking pictures, video taping, and I realized it was now better that I was a **** for life because I don’t think I could ever really recover from this with a normal life. These images would be forever. A skinny brunette naked girl with her exposed breasts and crotch only covered by her hands.

Then things got even scarier.