Chapter 7: Naked for the Pizza Boys
It was just before 5:00 that afternoon when I heard the ping on my phone. I eagerly picked it up, and sure enough, there appeared a wonderful photo of a transformed Miss Joplin, in all her naked glory, her face a picture of shame and torment.
Very nice, Marian. You look stunning, almost virginal, even. How does it feel?
It feels different.
I'll bet! I've never gotten a wax before. What was it like?
It was a little bit painful.
I can imagine. Was it embarrassing for you, having someone fussing and maneuvering around your pussy like that?
It was mildly embarrassing but I got used to it.
Were you totally exposed? Completely naked?
No, I was never completely naked.
What a shame. You’re nice and naked in this photo, though.
Yes, I am naked in the photo.
Are you naked now?
No, I am wearing a leotard.
Nice! Picture, please.
Miss Joplin was really getting the hang of this selfie business, because within twenty seconds I received a picture of her dressed in a black leotard that I bought for her. It hugged her body tightly.
I like it, Marian. And your new do is exquisite. Do you like it?
No, I do not like it.
I just love the new "you." You’ll look so CUTE in the bunny ears tonight, especially with that bob.
There was no response, so I reprimanded her
I need you to converse with me, sweetie.
I will look cute in the bunny ears tonight with my new bob cut.
Yes you will! Do you remember what you will be wearing tomorrow?
I will be wearing the pink teddy tomorrow.
Good. And tonight? For the pizza boy?
I'm pleading with you. May I please wear this leotard? I'm sure the pizza boy will like it.
He would indeed. You look quite sexy in your tight-fitting leotard. But do you remember what you will be wearing for the pizza boy tonight?
I will be wearing bunny ears and stilettos.
And what else?
Nothing else.
Full sentence!
I will be wearing bunny ears and stilettos and nothing else for the pizza boy tonight.
Yes you will! So here is how it is going to work. I'll schedule your delivery for 6:30. Open the door wide—don’t hide. Stand right at the threshold. You’ll pay cash, but you will not have it with you. I want the pizza boy to have a generous view of your lovely ass, so take the box, turn all the way around, and walk off to fetch the cash. Set the pizza down, then come back with your cash. Do you understand my instructions so far?
Yes, I understand. Please, I don't know if I can do this.
Oh, you'll do it, Marian. And I'll be watching, lurking in the darkness, so you'd better perform exactly as I say. Oh, and be sure the porch and entryway lights are on.
Okay I will do what you say.
The total for the pizza will be $22.35. You will come back with a $20 bill. You will be very apologetic, but tell the boy that this is all you have, and you don't use credit cards.
Can I just give him enough, plus a tip?
No, it will be fun to see how the boy handles it. And trust me, your appearance will be the best “tip” he’s ever received. Oh, and one last thing: You are not to close the door until the boy walks away. That's all, Marian. Have fun with this, and remember: I'll be watching.
I ended the call, grinning to myself. Miss Joplin now had ninety excruciating minutes to cope with before her destiny with humiliation, while I got to savor every delicious moment of anticipation.
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I did not order a pizza to be delivered to Miss Joplin's house. That plan would have been quite entertaining, but my devious mind took over and I concocted a more interesting scheme.
I called upon two of my sister's friends, who I thought would be perfect for my new plan. They were 16-year-old boys, with normal 16-year-old boys' ever-increasing testosterone. I told them that I am getting back at a woman who did me wrong, and that they didn't need the details. I gave them explicit instructions, and requested that they follow them to a T. It was easy to entice them once I told them that I was making her wear a sexy outfit. I decided not to tell them that she would be naked, knowing that their surprised reaction would spice up the moment.
I ordered Miss Joplin's veggie pizza and had the boys drive me to Giuseppe's. I paid, using her card, and threw in two Giuseppe’s tee shirts for the boys. They changed in the car, giggling in anticipation, and we rolled up to Miss Joplin’s house at 6:40—intentionally late, to let her tension build.
I made the boys leave their phones in the car, since I knew they would be tempted to take pictures. I wanted to maintain sole ownership of Miss Joplin.
From my vantage point in the car, I had a perfect angle on the front door and the porch, unimpeded. I reminded the boys not to block the view. My camera was rolling. I wanted every shamefaced second recorded.
Here is what the video displays:
Two teenage boys, ostensibly employees of Giuseppe's Pizza, push the doorbell of a home while one of them holds a pizza box. Within moments the door slowly swings open, and a lady is soon standing at the threshold. She is naked, except for a pair of black bunny ears perched on her head, along with a pair of black shoes with very high heels. The expression on the woman's face, along with her scarlet-colored cheeks, betrays her extreme embarrassment. She hunches forward, knees pressed together, one arm clamped over her breasts, the other hand desperately shielding her bare sex, clearly indicating that her state of undress is not of her own choosing.
Though the two boys have their backs to the camera, their surprise and merriment are quite evident, which only seems to intensify the woman's acute embarrassment.
Apparently hoping to end what appears to be a terrible ordeal for her, the woman quickly snatches the pizza box, then turns and scurries away, leaving the door ajar. The two boys exchange mighty grins and exuberantly clap each other's hands together above their heads, a gesture that is commonly known as a "high five."
Moments later, the woman reappears without the pizza box, but instead clutches a bill of unknown denomination. She hands the bill over, and a protracted negotiation ensues. The woman—who continues to desperately try to shield her nudity as best she can—shakes her head, her lips forming frantic “no”s, but the boys continue, apparently insistent on whatever they are proposing.
Finally, the woman gives in. With obvious reluctance, she compels herself to straighten her back, raise her arms, and clasp her hands behind her head. She stands in that vulnerable, exposed position while the boys ogle her unabashedly, savoring every inch of her exposed body. One does not need to be imaginative to comprehend the enjoyment garnered on the part of the two teenagers.
As for the woman, the video captures exactly what one would expect: sheer, unmitigated mortification. Alongside the extraordinary scene itself, one physical detail stands out—beyond, of course, her exposed breasts: the total absence of pubic hair, the final insult to her dignity.
All in all, it most certainly is a vision and experience that the two youngsters will never forget.
It isn't hard to imagine the trauma the woman is experiencing will stay with her for the rest of her life.
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Later that night, I decided to check in on the star of my little production.
How was the pizza?
I don't know. I didn't have much of an appetite.
Oh, that's too bad. If it’s any consolation, you’ve made two teenage boys very, very happy tonight.
Please don't make me do anything like that again.
We'll see, Marian. I will say that things will get a lot worse if you ever disobey me again.
Okay, I will never disobey you again.
Good girl. Oh, and one last thing: I'd like you to end our little sessions from now on by thanking me for humiliating you.
Thank you for humiliating me.
You can use my name when you thank me.
Thank you for humiliating me, Felicity.
You're quite welcome! Now, off you go. I'll let you relive your big night as you drift off to sleep. Nighty-night, and sweet dreams.
Good night.
Smiling, I stretched out on my bed, naked. I tapped an icon on my phone, and a video appeared on the screen. My other hand drifted toward my nether regions, and for the second time that day, the misadventures of the unfortunate Miss Joplin led me down the road to sexual bliss.
I'm wondering if Miss Joplin will eventually become aroused at being humiliated. But for now, her humiliation is exquisite. 
Would like to see a pic of her with her new short hair and a sad expression.
