Chapter 16

My pussy flooded. In my books, the scenes where the slave is publicly stripped and punished brought up my deepest feelings of shame and humiliation, yet strangely were among the most arousing.

"Scott! We still have to live here after our little experiment is over. How would we ever do that if you displayed me naked in the window?"

"You'd better be an exceedingly good slave or perhaps that's what happens."

Surely he was teasing me, having read some of my books. There were children in the neighborhood. One couldn't publicly parade around nude in front of children. Still the damage was done. If Scott touched my pussy now, he'd know how wet he made me.

"Let's eat so we can get started," Scott said. "Do we have any more of that chef's salad left. I thought it was exceedingly good, didn't you?"

Memories of last night rushed through my mind, making my dampness even worse.

"Ye