[Whispering Dom]

Part 14

You had followed Zach up the stairs, with Nate following you. You had kept tugging the hem of your dress down, sure that Nate could see your butt, then realized he was going to see it completely exposed anyway, so had given up. It was all you could do not to cry. You’d come to a door, Zach had opened it and stood aside for you to enter. Your heart pounding, you walked in. You heard the door close, and turned to look at the two guys. Again Zach had smiled at you.

“Just relax” he said, “it’s just a bit of fun. It’s been this fraternity’s ritual for ages.” He winked at you. “You’re not the first person to do this. All the girls downstairs have done it…” You tried to smile back, but failed. “So, Clare told you what we do?” He looks at you. “What you will be expected to do?” You swallow hard, but nod. He smiles at you. “Good. You want to take the dress off? We’ll hang it up for you.”

Your hands are shaking, and you lose your nerve. You can’t do it, get naked just like that in front of these two guys. Then you remember Clare saying that you’re the one with the power. You look at the two guys, trying to will yourself to believe that. It’s your body, you’re showing it because you’re not ashamed of it, proud of it, and it’s these two losers who are so desperate to see you… Almost, you can feel your heart beating hard in your chest, your hands still shaking. Again you wonder whether this was why Clare had made you come out dressed like this, practically naked already. Oh fuck it! You reach up, and pull the dress down, exposing your breasts, then not giving yourself time to lose the little courage you’ve found, you pull it down, tugging it off your waist and letting it fall to the floor.

You bend down, pick it up and hold it out to Zach covering your breasts with your other arm, trying not to look as scared as you feel. Zach takes it, and you quickly put your other hand between your legs trying to hide your nudity. He turns away from you and you watch as he puts it on a hanger and hangs it over a hook on the back of the door. He turns back to look at you.

“Clare was right” he says. “I’m glad she introduced you to us.” Your chest is still pounding. Fuck the compliments… But with a sudden burst of surprise, you realize also that standing naked like this is actually turning you on despite the fear and embarrassment. You’re still trembling, but it’s not all fear now…

“So, what should I do?” you ask, defiantly. “Clare said you’d have me do jumping jacks.” Zach looks at you.

“You work out?” he asks, ignoring your question. You shake your head. He starts to walk around you, nothing you can do to cover your butt and you feel your face flush hot with embarrassment while the tingling between your legs has become a dull throb. “Hmm, certainly looks like you do. And that’s meant as a compliment.” He’s back round in front of you and he smiles at you. “Ok, do five jumping jacks then.”

You take in a deep breath, five jumping jacks won’t be so bad. You lower your arms, exposing yourself and feel another jolt of arousal, take another deep breath and jump up, lifting your arms and spreading your legs. You land a bit inelegantly. You do another, land better this time. The feeling as you jump, your legs spreading, exposing your pussy, feeling your butt cheeks part… You’re breathing hard, and not just from the exercise. You do three more, then stand trying to cover your nudity again with your arms and hands, flushed and breathless looking at Zach.

“Ok?” you ask. “Is that it? Can I have my dress back now?” Zach laughs and shakes his head.

“Not quite…” he says, smiling at you. “That was good, but we have a couple of other things for you to do first.” Your eyes open wide.

“What? Clare told me I’d just have to do some jumping jacks…”

“Not everybody does exactly the same.” It’s Nate. You turn your head to look at him. “We mix it up a bit depending on the person. Don’t worry though, you’re doing great.” You purse your lips, angry at what feels like a betrayal. But what can you do, you’ve started now, they are already seeing you naked, you might just as well get on and do what they ask, get it over with. And anyway, although you hate to admit it, you cannot deny that being naked in front of them is really turning you on. You sigh loudly.

“Ok. What else then?”

“Squats.” It’s Nate again. You blink, look at him. Fuck, how humiliating. But you start to do it, putting your arms out in front of you, preparing to squat down. “Hold it.” Nate again. He walks up to you and with his foot nudges your ankle. You look at him, realize he’s telling you to spread your legs. You swallow hard and push your foot out a tiny bit. He nudges your ankle again. Reluctantly you spread your legs wider choking back a whimper. “Hands on your head.” He says quietly. Slowly you bring your arms in, look pitifully at him, but raise your hands and put them behind your head, linking your fingers. It feels so incredibly humiliating, so exposed, almost like you are a prisoner or a slave. “Good.” He says. “Now squat down and hold it.”

Slowly you lower yourself down, feel your pussy and ass cheeks spreading, feeling your asshole being exposed. Again you choke back a little sob, but at the same time with huge, conflicted frustration you realize that this is turning you on even more than the jumping jacks.

You blush, hold the position, feeling your legs burning, and your pussy gently throbbing. “Ok… Up and repeat.” You stand back up, flushed and breathing hard, then squat down a second time. Again you hold it, cannot believe how much this exposed position, naked in front of these two clothed guys is turning you on. You look up at Nate who is clearly gazing at your naked exposed body, then realize that Zach isn’t there but is obviously behind you, seeing everything. And with a feeling of dismay you realize the throbbing between your legs is no longer just a gentle background sensation but has surged to the surface, drowning out almost everything else.

“OK, back up and one more.” You stand back up, look miserably at Nate, but squat again, blink away a tear and then see Zach appear in front of you as Nate walks around behind you. Your legs are aching from holding the squat, but despite the pain and humiliation you know that all you want is to cum. You want to drop your hands from your head and go straight between your legs, right now, here, squatting naked in front of your two tormentors, you don’t care anymore, you have no dignity left anyway. You want it, need it desperately. You unlink your fingers, fuck it you need to cum, you’re going to do it, masturbate right here in front of them, it’s not going to take long, seconds, you are almost there anyway.

“That was great” says Zach wrenching you back to the present. He walks over and stands in front of you, obviously examining your naked body as you slowly lift yourself back up, you hope he cannot see how hard you are trembling from exposure, arousal and how close you came to masturbating. “You sure you don’t work out?” You shake your head, not trusting yourself to speak. You want to put your arms up to cover your breasts, but you don’t and you don’t dare put a hand between your legs. You sense Nate walking round behind you, imagine him gazing at your naked butt. You want to cry, but more than that you’re mad at how turned on you are feeling, mad at how close you just came to giving in to that arousal and masturbating in front of these two guys.

“Well, you’re in great shape for someone who doesn’t work out.” It’s Nate, and you turn to face him, see his eyes taking in your body. You take a deep breath. “Are you enjoying yourself?” he says with a grin. You look at him angrily, but he just shrugs and grins. ”Certainly looks like you are” he says and you feel your face flush. “And you’re doing great, really.” Suddenly you feel a hand squeezing your butt. You jump and whirl round, glaring at Zach who is grinning at you. You want to scream at him, but you bite your tongue.

“You have a great butt.” he says with a wink. “Just like Clare told me you did…” You try to push your anger down. “Ok, how about one more thing…” he says. You look at him angrily. “Push ups. Five.” You groan inwardly. If you’d wanted to do a workout you’d join a gym, but you hate he idea of working out, and gyms…

“And this is the last thing?” you demand angrily. Zach nods his head. You glare at him again, then drop down and kneel on the floor. You’re already breathing hard and your face feels flushed both from your naked exposure and the previous exercises. You put your hands out and lean forward, holding yourself up then stretch your legs out and with a grunt lower your face towards the floor. You hold it, then will yourself to push yourself back up. It’s a massive struggle but you do it, but the exertion forces you to your knees again. You want to cry, kneeling on all fours on the floor, naked and exposed…

You look up and realize the boys have moved around behind you. You groan inwardly, knowing they are getting a view of your naked butt. Then, to your dismay, you feel hands on your skin, around your ankles, and your legs are pulled apart.

“HEY!” you cry out. “What are you doing?”

“Just relax” it’s Nate. “Pushing your feet out a bit will make it easier.” he says. You have no idea if that’s true, you know nothing about physical exercise. But what you do know, is that now the two guys are going to get a totally unobstructed view between your legs. You choke back a sob. But what are you going to do? What’s the point of arguing at this point of the proceedings you think miserably, so you push yourself up with your arms, then lower yourself back down.

You’re mad at them, and at Clare, but at the same time you’re still throbbing. You just hope that what they can see between your legs isn’t glistening with your arousal. The shame and embarrassment of this initiation is made all the worse for you because of your almost painful arousal. Despite everything, all you really want is to cum. With an effort you push yourself back up. That’s three you think, just two more to go. Another one, the throbbing between your legs just seeming to increase despite the effort you are having to make and the humiliation you feel.

With a huge effort you push yourself back up, you hold it, perversely wanting to show them you can do what they have told you to do well, and then with a cry you collapse back down on the floor, pulling your legs closed as you do so. You finish and kneel up, panting with both exertion and arousal. You’re about to get up, demand your dress, get dressed and get out of there, but suddenly Zach is standing in front of you. You look up at him, your face flushed and angry.

“You know, I think you’re one of the best we’ve had in a long while. Only Clare was better.” he says. You’re so angry, and angry at Clare too for getting you into this.

“Well, what did she do that was so much better?” you ask breathlessly.

“Why, did you want to better her? Be the number one girl around here?” You can hear him goading you, playing with you. But you do, you know you’re going to bite. Fuck it, Clare should have told you about this, you’d never have come, now you want to get one over on her. You nod your head.

“Yes. I want to be the best” you say He’s looking down at you.

“You’re sure? Clare was quite exceptional…”

“Yes! I’m fucking sure. Go on, tell me what I have to do to be number one!” You glare at him. He smiles.