Page 94 of Shamefully Trained

“It is,” Porter replied. “Go over to the senator, Alex.”

I moved because he had spoken. Because there was no world in which I did not move. My legs felt unsteady as I crossed the carpet.

“Closer,” Porter said.

I stopped beside Gowry’s chair.

He looked up at me from where he sat, not hurriedly, not apologetically. His eyes took in my breasts first. Then the narrowness of my waist, the red straps, the tops of the stockings. Then toward the center, his eyes intent. I felt his gaze on the lace over my pussy almost like a touch.

“Turn,” Porter said.

I turned.

“Move your hair aside so that he can see those little tits properly.”

With shaking fingers, I gathered my hair over one shoulder.

Gowry’s hand came out then, not quite touching at first, simply indicating what he wanted to see better. My nipple tightened even harder under the lace when his fingers finally brushed the cup of the bra, tracing the shape without moving the fabric. He looked down between my legs again.

“Turn,” Porter said again, and I obeyed, and felt the full shame of presenting my bottom in the tiny thong, the red lace drawn tightly enough that the shape beneath it was suggested more than hidden.

“Very pretty,” Gowry murmured.

I wanted to vanish.

Instead I stood there and let the two men look at what had become of me.

After a moment Gowry said, with a composure that made the words worse, “May I take her panties down?”

CHAPTER 30

Porter

I had very mixed feelings about Gowry’s request, however well it demonstrated that Alex’s naughty plan had already begun to work.

“An interesting question,” I said.

I kept my tone dry, almost conversational, because if I let any more of what I actually felt into it the room would have grown too tense, too quickly. The most basic, almost animal, level of my dominance did not like the idea of Gowry’s hands on Alex. A little above that, at a slightly higher level of my psyche, I had to admit that the idea of sharing her in this controlled way had hardened my cock.

More, some hot, dark current of her submissive need had plainly wanted this moment brought into being. I had already seen enough of her to know that if a thing both excited and unsettled her, there was no better way through it than to make her face it under my direction.

I set her coat aside carefully and looked at her for a moment, before I returned my attention to Gowry.

“This little slut’s panties do have to come down tonight anyway,” I said. “Alex has been very naughty.”

I glanced back at her. Her face had changed immediately. Her blush had deepened, her lips had parted. I could see the conflict beginning in her: mortification, fear, arousal, and even that little spark of pride she sometimes got when confessing something especially shameful.

Gowry leaned back in his chair a fraction, one ankle crossing over the opposite knee. “Has she.”

“Yes.” I kept my eyes on Alex. “Tell the senator what you did, little slut.”

She swallowed. Her hands had gone tense at her sides, fingers curling lightly against her thighs. For a second I thought she might try to remain silent. Then her chin lifted.

“I touched myself,” she said.

“That’s not an adequate account.”

Her eyes flicked to mine and away again. “I masturbated without permission, sir.”