Wendy takes you to the gym

Feeling exposed, which in truth you are, you hang your head and follow Wendy as she leads you by the leather leash down the hall. Strange feelings are flowing through your skin; shivers of both pain at the humilation, and a strange pleasure you had never expected to have experienced in this situation.

Students are parting as Wendy leads you through them, and you are painfully aware of their eyes on your naked legs. For some reason, you almost wish you weren't wearing anything and that they were gazing at your naked body. Little do you know what Wendy has planned.

The doors to the gym open, and Wendy tugs your leash again, pulling you inside. Shivering, you follow, nearly stumbling as her pace quickens with her excitement. Behind your back you flex your arms, shivering again at the uselessness of the limbs locked there. The handcuffs looked cheap, but they are working on you well enough. You are totally helpless to whatever these students desire.

Cheers come from the bleachers as you are led into the center of the room. Looking at the floor, you try not to make eye contact with any of the rival students. Everyone has gathered to watch your humiliation.

Wendy stops when you've reached the center of the room. The cold floor is shiny and you can almost see the reflection of your bare pussy in the wood. She tugs the leash, forcing you forward a few more steps until you can feel her breath on your face.

"Look at me," she says, loudly enough for the whole school to hear. "You're going to put on a little show, do you understand?"

Shuddering, you nod, afraid to speak.

"Good girl. But first we're going to get you out of these clothes, understand?"

Again, you nod. The room is chilly and you can already feel goosebumps rising on your flesh. In no time your erect nipples are going to be exposed to everyone. Out of the corner of your eye you see the flash of the camera again.

Wendy holds her hand in front of your eyes. You can see what she's holding in those perfect fingers. The scissors. Somehow, you are not surprised. Struggling to keep your mind in the present, you watch as she lowers the blades to your neck, placing the cold metal against your skin.

You can't help the shiver that the cold scissors **** from you, but Wendy tugs on your leash and forces you on your tiptoes.

"Stay still, girl," she says, and opens the blades.

You stay still, more scared of what she will do to you if you struggle than what the sharp blades could do to your flesh. With a sickening sound of slicing fabric, your shirt is ruined, and your body is exposed to the whole gym. Down they continue, slicing through your skirt, until all that is left is a pile of fabric at your feet.

"There," Wendy smiles. "I think we're ready to continue with the show."

The camera flashes again.