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Student Life - part 2
(Dianne Herbert)

Student Life ??" part 2



My nerves were playing up as I prepared to obey his commands. That's what they were. Not instructions or anything that nice. Commands. I was shivering slightly and feeling sick to the bottom of my stomach. Sure, I'd done a lot of risky things and come close to exposing myself to others, but I hadn't. And anyway, that was my choice of how to act.



I did not want to do this. It was a ludicrous idea from some sick porno story. Have the cute girl wander around in the nude and see what 'adventures' she gets up to. Which, in my limited experience of such reading, generally meant getting fucked by everyone in sight and, in fairly short order, declaring that she was a slut and willing to take on all comers ??" in all of her 'holes' ??" wherever and whenever anyone wanted to screw her.



Fat bloody chance of that happening here. I was slightly odd and kinky; I accepted that much as true, but only in a solo fashion, and on my own terms. The night wasn't going to end up with Connor, Scott, and David all inside me simultaneously, while I had a hand inside each of Leanne and Dionne.



This pervert couldn't play with them, so unless they were all raving sex maniacs then nothing much was going to happen. And even if they were, I'd been told to go to a certain point, and I would do so, but that was as far as I would let things progress. If they wanted to touch my boobs or something, then I'd simply say no. I was a nudist, not some sort of sex object. If they were happy with it being that way, then I'd strip. Otherwise, they could get lost.



I started to get dressed ??" to then go out of my room and tell my flatmates that I didn't want to be dressed around them ??" when he interrupted me. It wasn't like I'd already forgotten that he was around, but the stupid mechanical voice still made me jump a little.



'You won't be needing that bra. Nor the knickers. What's the point? As you want to be naked, you hardly need to cover up so much. Jeans and a t-shirt only for this I think.' There was a pause in the typing before it then continued, he obviously having had a rethink.



'No. A change of plan. Find your smallest, tightest, t-shirt and shortest skirt and wear them with your highest heels. Let me see you and confirm that you are acceptable before leaving the room.'



I put both of the offending items, along with my socks and t-shirt, in the plastic carrier bag that I was using to store dirty laundry in until I could find something better. I'd not considered such a thing when kitting out my room, and it was now on a shortlist of items I'd need to hunt down at some stage. My trainers went behind the door ??" out of the way, but handy for when needed.



Bastard. I did have one very short skirt with me, that I used for playing tennis, but it certainly was never intended to be worn without underwear. If I stood next to one of our low-slung sofas there was every chance of being exposed. Which was what he was hoping for, of course.



At least I was safer on the t-shirt front, as I'd not brought anything small and no longer fitting with me ??" and why would I in my limited packing ??" so there was nothing to give an obvious sign that I was braless. And that did not make him content when he inspected me.



'The skirt is fine, but not the top. I want something better from you. You can choose something else but, if I'm not happy with it, then that email draft goes out as it is. I'll then prepare another one to follow for each try until you get it right. Make me happy.'



What the hell I had that would leave him happy while not totally outing me as a weirdo ??" as if what I was going to ask them wouldn't do that anyway ??" I wasn't sure. I didn't have any crop tops or things that showed off a lot of flesh. Doing that wasn't my style. Well, not quite anyway. I didn't have lingerie either. A lacy bra? Hardly suitable, and he'd told me to go without a bra anyway.



The only two options that I could think of were, firstly, putting on a formal blouse, but leaving it unbuttoned all the way down and just tucking it into the top of the skirt. That would clearly show that I was braless, and I would be in danger of showing far too much skin at any moment if I moved my upper body too quickly. Anyone standing alongside me might also get a good look inside.



There was no question in my mind that the undone blouse made me look slutty. It was the sort of thing that actresses did on the red carpet ??" showing off a lot of skin and making it look like they were at all times in imminent danger of showing off a lot more. I thought that they had some sort of tape to help avoid wardrobe malfunctions though. I'd just have to be careful.



Secondly, I could take a t-shirt, bunch up the lower part, and tie it off. I tried it to see what it looked like, and it left my belly and lower half of my torso fully exposed ??" front and back ??" while pulling tight over my boobs at the front to show that I was without support there. Not tight enough though, I thought, to make him 'happy.'



"Please sir, is this acceptable to you?" I said, after putting on the blouse and carefully tucking it in so that it was held tightly in the skirt. Ideally, I'd have liked this better with jeans and a belt so that it would hold more securely. There was nothing ideal about this though, and I hated this. Asking permission to dress like a... like an, I didn't know what, but certainly not like me!



"If you are okay with this, then I will brush my hair and put on some lipstick and a little mascara and eye shadow. I didn't bother when I went out to the library earlier, but I'd feel more confident doing this for you if I knew that I was looking my best ??" and I would think that the guys at least might be more receptive as well."



'Yes, that will do nicely. Cover the camera 'on' light with something unobvious. Then sort out your footwear and then take us through without any more faffing about.'



High heels. Not something I really wore, and not something that I'd thought I'd need much of at uni. I'd brought a couple of black pairs with a lowish heel, but the highest ones were white and strappy with an open toe and a 3-inch heel. I'd brought them thinking that they would work for more formal social occasions, parties and the like.



So then. All brushed, painted, and presentable, I was now going to do this. I unplugged the laptop and took it with me to the door but couldn't bring myself to open it until I'd taken a number of deep breaths, and reminded myself of the consequences of failure to at least attempt to do this. A social media, email, and porn site destruction of who I was. And all of my relationships. Some motivation there!



'Make sure you leave the camera on this laptop in a well-sighted position. I don't want to miss anything.'



"Yes sir," you fucking bastard, I said. "I'm sure that you will be getting exactly what you want from this. Please do me the courtesy of giving me the same. How about deleting a video every time that I do something for you? That would give me an additional stimulus to do my very best for you." And take forever as there must be at least a couple of dozen ??" and all the photo's ??" but it would be something positive.



He didn't say anything to that, and I'd not really thought that he would. If the threats he'd raised were not sufficient stimulus already, then nothing ever would be. It was interesting that he'd not just lied though. Agreed to delete things, but then not bothered to do so when the time came ??" as how could I tell? Wouldn't that have made me more dependent on him in some ways?