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. The expression on her face reflected her obvious state of torment.
Very nice, Marian. You look stunning, almost virgin-like. 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 to have someone maneuvering around your pussy like that?
It was mildly embarrassing but I got used to it.
Were you naked?
No, I was never completely naked.
Oh, too bad. You are so nice and naked in this picture.
Yes, I am naked in the picture.
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.
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." And you'll look so CUTE in the bunny ears tonight with your new bob cut.
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. Do you remember what you will be wearing for the pizza boy tonight?
I'm pleading with you. May I please wear this leotard? I'm sure the pizza boy would 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. When you open the door, make sure to leave it wide open. You are to stand at the threshold. You will be paying cash, but you will not have it with you. I'm sure the pizza boy would love to get a view of your lovely ass, so accept the pizza, turn completely around, and walk away to get your cash. Set the pizza box down and come back with your cash. Do you understand your 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 do exactly as I say. Oh, and make sure your porch light is on, and the light in your entry way.
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 serve as the best tip he will ever get. 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 don't forget: I'll be watching.
With that, I clicked off my phone. Miss Joplin had an hour and a half of anxiety to cope with before her destiny with humiliation. Conversely, I had an hour and a half of delicious anticipation.
* * * * *
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 blackmailing 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 for the pizza (with Miss Joplin’s credit card, of course), along with two Giuseppe's tee shirts. Once in the car, the boys changed into the tee shirts and we pulled in front of Miss Joplin's house at about 6:40. I intentionally had us arrive a little late, just to give Miss Joplin more time to contemplate her dire plight.
The boys got out with the pizza, while I remained in the car. I made them 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.
I was situated perfectly, and asked the boys not to block my view, as I wanted to produce a good video. 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. Her body language clearly indicates that her state of undress is not of her own choosing. She is leaning forward slightly with her knees clenched together and has one arm over her breasts and the other hand covering her sex.
Though the two boys have their backs to the camera, their surprise and merriment are quite evident, which only seems to exacerbate 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 walks away with it, leaving the door ajar. When she is out of sight the two boys look at each other with mighty grins on their faces and exuberantly clap each other's hands together above their heads, a gesture that is commonly known as a "high five."
Momentarily the woman reappears without the pizza box but instead has a monetary bill of unknown denomination in her hand. The woman hands the bill to one of the boys, and a fairly long conversation ensues. The woman—who continues to desperately try to shield her nudity as best she can—shakes her head continuously, as if resisting a proposal that the boys are offering.
After at least two full minutes of back and forth it appears that the woman concedes to whatever the boys are proposing. The woman, obviously with extreme reluctance, compels herself to stand up straight and clasp her hands behind her head. She stands in that vulnerable, exposed position while the boys ogle her naked body unabashedly. One does not need to be imaginative to comprehend the enjoyment garnered on the part of the two teenagers.
As for the woman's emotions, the video depicts exactly what one might expect: that of a person experiencing unequivocal, absolute mortification.
Along with the extraordinary scene that the video captures, there is one physical attribute of the woman that stands out (other than, obviously, her naked breasts): the complete absence of pubic hair.
All in all, it most certainly is a vision and experience that the two youngsters will never forget.
One would have to think that the trauma the woman must be experiencing probably will haunt her for as long as she is alive.
* * * * *
Later that night, I thought it might be a good time to check in on the star of the evening.
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, from what I saw you made two teenage boys very happy.
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, Marian. 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! It's getting late now. I'll let you go and reminisce about your big day. Nighty-night, and sweet dreams.
Good night.
Smiling, I laid back on my bed, naked. I touched an icon on my phone and a video appeared on my screen. My other hand ventured 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.