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 ï>¿Confessions of a Mailgirl by Seahawk

   PROLOGUE

   The naked mailgirl phenomenon began - as so many crazy trends often do -
in Japan.  As legend has it, it began at Hiromoto Industries headquarters
in Tokyo when Mr.  Hiromoto, a powerful billionaire, began grousing at a
high level executive meeting about how memos and files could be delivered
instantly through the internet but it couldn't be guaranteed that the most
important ones would be read or acted on immediately.  There must be some
way to insure that the most important items get immediate attention and
don't get lost in the pile of useless information being shat out like dog
dung these days, he grumbled. 

   "Have a naked woman deliver it," one of the executives joked too much
laughter around the table.  But Hiromoto didn't laugh.

   "I like that idea," he said.  "Make it happen." The others present that
day, once they realized he was serious, began protesting and listing the
many reasons why this wouldn't work.  It would hurt productivity by
diverting employees' attention from their work; it would bring unfavorable
media attention to the company; various groups would protest it; female
employees would quit; clients would leave them.  Mr.  Hiromoto listened to
all of these arguments but was too old and too rich to give a damn about
any of them.  He simply liked the idea of having beautiful naked women
running around his corporate headquarters delivering mail.

   "Make it happen," he repeated as he rose to his feet and walked toward
the door, letting out a large fart in the general direction of his senior
executives as he exited the room.

   And so they did make it happen.  A few weeks later a couple of pretty
college interns were convinced - with the incentive of a large bonus along
with an offer of excellent pay and benefits - to begin delivering mail
naked around corporate headquarters.  And many of the negative things that
the senior executives had warned Mr.  Hiromoto about did happen.  Some
women did quit in protest, but they were replaced by younger, more
attractive women at lower pay, and several would later accept invitations
to join the Mailgirls program themselves.  Some clients did leave but that
was easily offset by an influx of new clients who looked forward to
meetings at Hiromoto headquarters where they had the opportunity to observe
the mailgirls in action.  The company was the subject of protests by
various groups and did get bad press in both Japan and the world media but
this notoriety only seemed to spur sales, especially among young adult
males.

   One thing that didn't happen was a drop in productivity.  Quite the
opposite, in fact.  Sick calls were reduced, the retention of male
employees improved, and workers were often willing to work longer hours. 
The opportunity to see a beautiful nude woman during the workday turned out
to be more stimulating to many employees than a double espresso.

   At first the mailgirl delivery system was very rudimentary.  The two
naked young mailgirls were given a small room in the basement with a laptop
they would each use to check e-mails for their delivery orders.  The
mailgirl would then run up the service stairs to the correct floor and
office to pick up her delivery and take it to another office in the
building.  When she was done she returned back to the basement to check the
e-mail again for a new order.  This proved to be very inefficient until
someone got the idea of strapping a smartphone to their upper arm with a
velcro strap so they could check their e-mail without having to go to the
basement.  This was better, but still not perfect as sometimes both would
show up answering the same e-mail or would not show up at all thinking the
other one was getting it.  There was also no efficient way to track how
long it was taking for the girls to make their deliveries, and one of the
girls was often seen standing and flirting with male employees around the
building while the other girl was forced to work harder to keep up.

   At first the idea was to reserve only the most important and time
sensitive items for mailgirl delivery, but the definition of "important"
became looser and more flexible over time as nearly every manager in the
building began wanting to use the mailgirls to deliver even the most
mundane and trivial correspondence for them.  It soon became obvious that
more mailgirls would need to hired, but the system would have to be
overhauled first. 

   The solution the company came up with was to build a network throughout
the building that would sync to the smartphones that the mailgirls had
strapped to their upper arms and register the time they entered or left an
office.  They also developed software that could track the individual
movements of the mailgirls throughout the building, could find the closest
available mailgirl to the pickup point and then alert her to the pickup via
the smartphone.  They also established time parameters for travel to
various parts of the building to insure the brisk movement of deliveries
(too brisk some of the mailgirls complained), and the failure to meet the
deadline resulted in demerits and eventual discipline.  And to simplify the
identification of the mailgirls and avoid confusion, they were each
assigned a number that would be inked onto their hip with a Sharpie prior
to the beginning of each shift and they were to be addressed by that number
rather than their name while on duty.

   It took almost a year to work out all the problems and bugs in the
system but in the end Hiromoto Industries had created an efficient system
for delivering packages, memos, bulletins, and files via sixteen beautiful
naked female couriers.  The company had also weathered the initial
firestorm of controversy causing its stock to drop and by the end of the
year the stock had not only fully recovered but had increased in value
based on reports of record profits and productivity gains.

   At the annual stockholders meeting, Mr.  Hiromoto announced that their
new interoffice delivery program was an unqualified success and they would
begin selling the training and technology for the program to other
companies.

   "What will you call it?" one stockholder asked.  Mr.  Hiromoto's
marketing department had come up with a variety of suggestions for a catchy
name for their new product but he hadn't been impressed by any of them.

   "Mailgirls," he grunted.  And so it came to be that this very simple and
somewhat condescending name became the generic term commonly used by the
public for nude female couriers.

   It took awhile for Hiromoto Industries to find its first client willing
to take the risk of implementing a nude mailgirls program, but when another
Tokyo firm finally did and it also became a success the orders began
pouring in from other companies in Japan.  After that they began marketing
their program in Hong Kong, Thailand, and the Philippines with varying
degrees of success.

   The mailgirls program remained largely an Asian oddity for the first
several years before a German firm dipped its toe into the water and tried
it out.  After it became a success there it spread throughout Europe as
well.  Within five years Hiromoto Industries could brag that it had sold
its program and technology to over one hundred companies in twenty
countries.  And there were also many companies who started their own
mailgirls program without bothering to buy the Hiromoto license or
technology.  After all it merely required nude women willing to deliver
items from office to office, but few unlicensed companies ever approached
the level of sophistication or efficiency of Hiromoto clients in
implementing the program.

   But there was one huge market that remained untapped and resistant to
the concept of naked mailgirls: the United States.  Many thought that the
concept would never fly there.  The country was too conservative, too
prudish about nudity, its labor laws were too restrictive, and there were
too many religious and feminist activist groups who would scream bloody
murder and organize boycotts of any American company that dared try such a
thing there.

   I admit that I was one of the people who thought that.  As a
twenty-five-year-old female summa cum laude graduate with an MBA degree and
on a management fast track working for an American corporation, I thought
that the whole mailgirls concept was absurd and exploitative and the
females who did such a thing were pathetic creatures.  And I kept thinking
that until the day - after a series of bad decisions on my part based on
greed, lies, ambition, and naivetÃ(C) - I became a naked mailgirl myself. 

   This is my story.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 2

   AN UNEXPECTED OFFER

   The day began like most others for me as I sat in my cubicle in the
marketing department working on promotional ideas for the imminent release
of our latest game, "Gangsta 4."

   The company that I work for, DumpsterDawg Enterprises, had started out
in a garage about twenty years ago when a few friends began writing a PC
game based on building an urban crime gang.  Their first effort was rather
crude but it sold well enough for them to move into a small office building
and hire more coders and artists to expand on the concept, and their second
release became a huge hit.  Since then the company had grown into a
multi-billion dollar corporation with a reputation for developing edgy,
controversial urban crime games, first person shooters, and fantasy RPGs
for the PC and consoles.  We were known for pushing boundaries in sexual
content, nudity, and violence in our games and were frequently the target
of grandstanding politicians who claimed we were corrupting the nation's
youth.  The founders of the company actually loved this type of publicity
which they knew would only help drive sales higher.  Lately the company had
begun producing movies based on their games and there was even a rumor that
there was a secret project underway to develop a search engine that they
hoped would someday rival Google.

   I'd been there for about a year and enjoyed the atmosphere, which was a
long way from the usual stuffiness of most corporations.  "Work hard, play
harder" was the motto here among the mostly youthful workforce, and long
days at work were frequently followed by hard partying together on days
off.

   About an hour after arriving for work my typical day started becoming
very untypical when I got a call from Barbara Anderson's secretary.  "Is
this Danica Peterson?" she asked.

   "Yes."

   "Barbara Anderson is requesting that you meet her in her office at
10:15. Will you be able to make it?"

   "Um, sure."

   "Do you know how to get here?"

   "I'll be able to find it," I answered.

   "Great!  See you then."

   After hanging up I sat for a minute wondering what this meeting could be
about.  I knew Barbara Anderson by sight and by reputation but had never
actually met her.  Her office was in what was referred to by employees as
"the tower," the section of the compound where the company's suits - its
senior executives and managers - had their offices.  I'd only been there
once, during my initial employee orientation, so I was excited and nervous
about being invited there for a meeting.  I had aspirations about someday
having my own office there.

   I gave myself plenty of time to get to the tower and find her office and
when I got to the reception area I found Kelly Darby, a girl who'd been
hired at the same time as me, also waiting. 

   "Hey Kelly, do you know what this is about?" I asked her.

   "No idea," she said.  We spent a few minutes engaging in small talk
about work and it was nearly 10:30 before the receptionist waved us into
her office.  Barbara was on her cell phone as we entered and she motioned
for us to sit down.

   "Sorry to keep you waiting," she said after she finally hung up and came
over to shake our hands.  "It's been crazy around here lately.  Danica,
Kelly, it's nice to meet you both," she said as she pulled a chair around,
placed it in front of ours and sat down.  "I don't have much time so I'll
get to the point.  We have a new project I've been put in charge of and
I've been told that you two ladies would be good candidates to help me out
with it."

   "Sure," I replied eagerly.  "What is it?"

   "Have you two ever heard of mailgirls?"

   "You mean where naked women run around delivering packages?" Kelly
asked. "Sure."

   "What do you think of it?" Barbara asked. 

   "I think its nuts," Kelly responded.

   Barbara smiled and looked at me.  "And you, Danica?"

   I pondered for a second wondering how to answer, then decided it would
be best to tell the truth.  "I think it's exploitative and demeaning to
women," I answered.  "Why?  Are we planning on making a game about
mailgirls?"

   Barbara laughed at that.  "No, but that's actually not a bad idea.  I'll
pass it on to one of our game producers.  No, we've signed a deal with
Hiromoto Industries in Tokyo to be the launch customer for their Mailgirls
program in North America and I've been placed in charged of it.  The powers
that be here felt it would be best if the program was run by women so I've
been given your names as a couple of promising candidates from our
management program who could help me with it."

   Kelly and I looked at each other in shock.  It seemed incomprehensible
to me that the company would do something like this or ask me to be
involved in it.  "Do we get to keep our clothes on?" Kelly asked finally.

   "Yes, of course," Barbara answered.  "The two of you will help me set up
and manage the program."

   "Why are we doing this?" I asked. 

   "Dan Evans, our CEO, is intrigued by the idea.  As you know he's never
been shy about creating controversy, and since our games and movies are
marketed primarily toward young adult males it won't exactly hurt us with
that demographic.  Hiromoto is providing the technology and training for
free to us as launch customers in exchange for a promise to stick with it
for two years.  If it works out we'll partner with them in promoting and
selling the program in the U.S.  and Canada."

   "And if it doesn't work out?" Kelly asked.

   Barbara shrugged.  "Then we'll ditch it and move on."

   "How is this even legal anyway?" I asked.

   "There are a number of businesses that require nudity as a condition of
employment," Barbara responded.  "Strip clubs are the most obvious example,
but there are also Broadway plays, movie sets, naked news websites, that
kind of thing.  We're producing a movie right now with a lot of female
nudity in it and the actresses have had to sign waivers acknowledging that
nude scenes are a required condition of employment."

   "I don't know if I could do something like this, though," I said.  "I
mean, promote something that I feel exploits women who think their only
value is in their bodies?"

   "You've already helped us promote films and games with copious amounts
of female nudity, Danica."

   "I know, but I guess that seems different to me somehow," I said.

   "It seems different to you because movie nudity is commonplace in our
culture while nudity within the corporate workplace is not.  But nudity
hasn't always been commonplace or accepted in movies or games either.  The
culture changed over time and that may happen with the acceptance of nudity
in the corporate culture as well.  It already has, to a certain extent, in
Japan and other countries where the Mailgirls program has been established
for awhile."

   What she was saying made some sense but when neither of us responded
Barbara leaned back in her chair and spoke again.  "Listen, I tend to agree
with you both.  This Mailgirls program is exploitative, demeaning and a
little bit nuts, but it is going to happen and I've been put in charge of
it so I'm going to do everything in my power to make it work.  I wouldn't
blame either of you for turning this down, and if you do you can return to
your cubicles with no hard feelings."

   The "return to your cubicles" remark sounded like a little dig to me and
I began to wonder if turning this down might negatively affect my career
chances here.

   "Before you decide, though," Barbara continued, "hear me out and let me
try to sell you on it."

   "Sure," Kelly replied, and I also nodded in agreement.

   "The jobs I'm offering are considered management positions and will be a
promotion for both of you, along with a considerable pay raise.  On top of
that, this will be a high profile project that will be followed closely all
the way to the top of the company.  A strong performance in helping me with
this project won't go unnoticed."

   I have to admit that the prospects of the raise and the opportunity to
advance my career sounded intriguing but I still wasn't convinced I should
get involved with something like this.  That's when Barbara set the hook.

   "Let me ask you guys this," she said.  "You each have six years invested
in getting your MBAs.  How much do you owe in student loans?  $75,000? 
$100,000?  More?"

   "More," I responded, and Kelly nodded as well. 

   "I thought so," she said.  "I've been authorized by the company to pay
off each of your student loans in full if you'll agree to sign a two year
contract to help me set up and run the Mailgirls program.  You'll also each
receive a $50,000 bonus upon the completion of your contract."

   Kelly and I looked at each other stunned.  The thought of getting out of
from under the weight of our huge student loan burden was too good to pass
up.

   By the end of the day the contracts had been drawn up and signed by both
of us.  In retrospect I should have spent a lot more time reading over the
fine points of the contract or, better yet, had a lawyer do it.  But I was
inexperienced in dealing with contracts and had never had a lawyer, so I
signed it trusting the company would be fair to me.  That would turn out to
be a huge mistake.

   A week later Kelly and I found ourselves on a flight to Tokyo to observe
Hiromoto's Mailgirls program firsthand.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 3

   TOKYO

   As our limousine wound its way through the crowded city streets, Kelly
and I stared out the windows in wide-eyed wonder at the sights and sounds
of downtown Tokyo.  We'd been flown to Tokyo in first class, put up in a
five star hotel, and then had the limo pick us up this morning to deliver
us to Hiromoto headquarters.

   "Man, I could get used to this," Kelly said.

   "No kidding," I replied.  As a girl who'd grown up in a small, rural
town and who, as recently as a week ago, had been just another drone in a
cubicle, it felt like I'd suddenly been transported into a different life.

   The streets were alive with activity, and since space was at a premium
in the city it seemed like every square inch around us was filled with
cars, buildings, street vendors, and pedestrians.  The limo finally pulled
into an underground parking garage beneath a building that looked no
different than a dozen other large office buildings in the area. 

   The driver pulled into an open spot near the garage elevator where a
Japanese woman was waiting to meet us.  He jumped out of the car and walked
over to the woman, spoke with her for a few moments, then opened our door
and held out a hand to assist us out.  The woman smiled and bowed her head
slightly as she greeted us.

   "Hello, my name is Mariko Isakawa," she said with a bright smile.  "I am
the managing director of the Mailgirls program for Hiromoto Industries and
I am so very pleased to meet you." The woman spoke accented but perfect
English, speaking slowly and carefully enunciating each word.  She invited
us to join her in the elevator and as it rose toward the lobby I found I
had a hard time taking my eyes off of this woman.  Mariko was stunningly
beautiful with flawless skin, large dark brown eyes, and silky black hair
that flowed down over her shoulders.  She wore an expensive, tailor-made
business ensemble consisting of a black jacket over a light, silk blouse, a
pleated skirt which hung to just above her knees, black silk stockings and
black pumps.  Her makeup was light but skillfully applied to perfectly
accent her features, and a waft of her perfume hung in the air.  She exuded
both professionalism and sex appeal and I immediately thought she might be
one of the most intoxicating women I'd ever met.

   As we exited the elevator I got my first look at the infamous Hiromoto
Industries headquarters.  My first impression was how surprisingly normal
and unremarkable its lobby looked.  It was clean, modern, and tastefully
appointed with a large reception desk manned by a young woman in a blazer
and a security guard.  Men and women wearing business attire scurried back
and forth through the lobby, many of them with cell phones glued to their
ear.  Notably absent were any naked women.  I'm not sure what I was
expecting but it looked about the same as pretty much every corporate lobby
I'd ever been in.  There was not a hint that this was the home of one of
the most controversial concepts ever introduced into the modern business
world.

   "I see everyone has their clothes on so far," Kelly remarked, echoing my
thoughts.

   "Oh yes!" Mariko exclaimed.  "Our lobby is open to the public.  No
deliveries or pickups are allowed here by our mailgirls.  Only in the
floors above which are restricted to employees, clients, and invited
guests."

   We followed Mariko to the receptionist desk where, after a brief
conversation, we were each given an ID badge with writing in both Japanese
and English which identified us as visitors.

   "Please, we will go to my office first," Mariko said.  "I am sure you
will have many questions before we get started." We nodded and followed her
into the elevator where I noted that the building had fourteen floors.  I
couldn't help but wonder what kind of shape a nude mailgirl would have to
be in to climb up and down stairs all day in a building that size.

   We exited on the fifth floor and followed Mariko down a corridor through
what was, once again, a very typical business environment.  We passed by
cubicles and offices filled with people busy working at whatever it was
they were working on.  Except for the fact that the employees were all
Japanese this could have been a floor in a typical American corporate
office building.  I looked around anxiously hoping to spot a mailgirl but
there were none to be seen. 

   As we entered Mariko's office I noted it was tastefully decorated and
uncluttered but seemed surprisingly small for the managing director of such
a well known corporate program.  Mariko motioned for us to sit down and
then said, as if reading my mind, "I must apologize for the smallness of my
office.  Mailgirls gets much publicity but is actually a very small part of
Hiromoto Industries.  Perhaps with the entrance of your company and the
American market that will change and I will be able to ask for a larger
office," she said with a smile as she sat down.  Once again I was struck by
how exquisitely lovely she was.

   Mariko spoke for a few minutes about the history and evolution of the
Mailgirls program, the development of the technology, and about the
benefits it provided to corporations which had allowed the concept to grow
beyond being just a bizarre novelty.  It was mostly things we had already
learned in our briefings from Barbara or had read in our research, but her
accented, deliberate English had such a lovely rhythm to it I enjoyed just
listening to her speak.  When Mariko asked for questions I spoke up.

   "What about reports that in some countries mailgirls are little more
than sex slaves and are subjected to bondage, whippings and are forced to
eat and drink out of dog bowls?" I asked.

   Mariko lowered her eyes.  "Yes, I am ashamed to say that is too often
true in less enlightened cultures.  But those are not Hiromoto clients.  If
we were to find one of our clients engaging in such abuses we would
immediately pull the license and remove our technology and alert the
authorities."

   "So you say there have never been any abuses of your mailgirls here?"

   "No, I cannot say that," Mariko replied.  "There have been times when
mailgirls have been treated very poorly here.  That was especially true in
the beginning but we have worked hard to educate our employees on the
correct manner to interact with a mailgirl.  They may gaze upon her, of
course, because it is the role of the mailgirl to share her beauty with
others, but they must not grope or fondle her or demand sexual favors from
her.  Unfortunately some employees, including several top executives, have
been invited to retire or seek new employment because they failed to learn
these lessons.  It is much better now than in the past, but I am always
vigilant in protecting my girls."

   I felt like I'd touched on a painful subject for Mariko and appreciated
that she had given an honest answer rather than just spouting the company
line.

   We talked for a few more minutes about various things before Kelly spoke
up.  "You know we've heard a lot about mailgirls but have yet to actually
see one," she said.  "Would it be possible to meet and speak with one of
your girls?"

   "Yes, of course," Mariko responded.  "I will summon one immediately."
She pulled out her cellphone and poked the face of it a few times before
setting it down on her desk.  The whole process took no more than a few
seconds.  "A mailgirl will be here within three minutes," she said.

   "I have to ask," Kelly said, "will this be a random girl or someone you
arranged in advance to speak with us?"

   "I used the normal method to summon a mailgirl, which goes to the
closest available girl.  Only senior managers may summon an individual
girl. I can also do so as part of my job but I can assure you that I did
not know in advance in this case who would be summoned."

   As we waited I kept glancing at my watch to see if she would make the
three minute deadline.  With fifteen seconds to spare the door opened and
the mailgirl entered.  She assumed a stance with her legs slightly spread,
her hands at her sides, and her gaze lowered to the floor awaiting orders.
Mariko spoke for a minute in Japanese to the girl.

   "Hai," the girl said and turned and closed the door.  Then she dropped
to her knees on the carpeted floor and sat back on her haunches with her
legs spread to shoulder width, her back slightly arched, and her hands
resting on her thighs.  Her breasts, vagina, and ass were all on open
display.

   The sudden appearance of a nude woman in an otherwise normal business
environment was startling to us and Kelly and I stared at her in
fascination.  The mailgirl had a lovely face and a petite but well-toned
body.  Her skin was unmarred by tattoos and glistened with a light layer of
perspiration.  Her breasts were small but firm and were perfectly
proportioned to the rest of her body.  Her brown hair hung down to her
shoulders, her pubic area was shaved, and she wore no shoes or jewelry of
any kind.  The smartphones that had been strapped to the upper arms of
mailgirls in the past were gone and instead she wore a much less obtrusive
smartwatch on her left wrist strapped on with a band that closely matched
the color of her skin.

   "This is #15," Mariko said.  "She has been instructed to answer your
questions honestly and I promise to you that I will translate her answers
honestly." 

   The reference to her as a number rather than by name angered me.  "What
is your name?" I asked.  Mariko translated my question and the girl looked
up at Mariko's face for the first time.  Mariko nodded at her and she
lowered her eyes again and responded.

   "She says, 'My name is Aiko.'" Mariko translated.

   "And how do you like being called by a number rather than a name, Aiko?

   "I do not like it but I have come to accept it," Mariko translated.  "I
understand that it is important for efficiency and to remind me and others
of my place."

   "What does she mean by that?" I asked Mariko.

   Mariko sighed before responding.  "You must understand that Japan was a
feudal society with a caste system for many centuries.  Although this
system was abolished many years ago the caste mentality remains strong in
some parts of Japanese culture.  Mailgirls are considered servants of the
rest of the workforce and even the lowest floor sweeper is considered their
superior.  Giving them numbers reminds them and everyone else of their
place.  I do not like this but I must tell you I have failed to change it."

   "So will we have to refer to our mailgirls by numbers?" I asked.

   "No," Mariko replied.  "That is up to each client to decide." I resolved
right then that none of our mailgirls would be referred to by a number
rather than a name if I had anything to say about it.

   "I don't see a number painted on her," I said.  "How do people know what
number they are?"

   "When they are summoned the mailgirl's picture and number appear on the
Mailgirls phone app," Mariko replied.  Mariko held up her phone and showed
us Aiko's picture which had the number 15 below it.

   "What about the submissive pose there on her knees," Kelly asked.  "Is
that part of that caste mentality, too?"

   "Yes that is part of it.  The mailgirl must always portray a role of
humble servitude, but there are practical reasons for it, too," Mariko
responded.  "Mailgirls must travel all over the building and even if we
provided seats for them on each floor it would be impossible to keep them
clean and it would be most unhygienic for our many mailgirls to use the
seat.  Each floor has a mat where the mailgirl may kneel and rest if she
has no current assignment."

   "So our mailgirls will be required to assume this submissive pose?" I
asked.

   "Yes.  All mailgirls are required to assume a standing or a kneeling
pose while awaiting instructions or assignment which allows their body to
be viewed from all angles.  That is part of their role."

   "Why the bare feet?" Kelly asked.  "Isn't that hard on them with all the
running they do?"

   "Some of our workers have a deep appreciation for the beauty of the
female foot and we feel it would be wrong to deny them of that beauty,"
Mariko replied.  "We start our new mailgirls slowly to give them time to
build their strength and harden their feet."

   Aiko had been kneeling patiently before us as we spoke in English to
Mariko so I directed my next question to her.  "Aiko, what is your
educational background."

   "I am a recent university graduate and have my degree in accounting,"
Mariko translated for her.

   "And you couldn't find a job in your field?" I asked. 

   "Oh no, I was offered several good jobs in my field," she answered, "
but I chose to begin my career with Hiromoto."

   "But why?"

   "The pay is very much better here for this job," she said, "and if I
complete my contract I will get my bonus and hope to be offered a position
in the accounting department."

   "How long is the contract and what is the bonus?" I asked Mariko. 

   "The standard Mailgirls contract is for two years," Mariko responded,
"and the bonus comes to about $47,000 US."

   "And is it true that she might be offered a job in accounting if she
completes the contract?" I asked.

   "Most likely, yes," Mariko replied.  "Mailgirls are very often given
jobs in other parts of the company after completing contracts because they
have proven to be hard working and loyal workers.  If there is not a job
opening in the department they desire they may accept one in another
department or continue as a mailgirl until the job she seeks becomes
available."

   "I don't get it," Kelly said.  "If there is a caste system mentality
here and mailgirls are the lowest rung then why are they allowed to move up
into other parts of the company?"

   "It is complicated," Mariko said.  "Mr.  Hiromoto, our founder, was born
burakumin.  Do you understand burakumin?" We both shook our heads.  "They
are the untouchables, the lowest of the low in Japanese society.  They
perform the filthy jobs no one else will do.  He rose from this very low
standing to become one of the wealthiest men in Japan.  Mr.  Hiromoto
believes in allowing those who prove their worth to rise above their low
place."

   "Yet he's the one who created the mailgirls and encourages his workers
to treat them as servant girls, right?" I asked.

   "Yes, as I said it is complicated.  Mr Hiromoto is a complicated man."

   "Okay," I said, "but I guess I don't understand why a college educated
woman would choose to enter the company as a mailgirl in the first place.
Is the money really that good?"

   "Yes, it is excellent for a young woman just out of college.  But they
also know that if they complete their contract their opportunities for
advancement are excellent.  Better than if they are hired in a normal entry
level position."

   "Is that really true?" Kelly asked skeptically.

   "Oh yes," Mariko said.  We already have several former mailgirls who
have reached lower management positions and will be in line for further
promotions if they perform well."

   "But how do they ever gain the respect of their fellow employees if
they've all seen them running around naked for two years delivering mail?"
I asked.

   "It is difficult but the strongest are able to overcome this," Maiko
said.

   "So what happens if Aiko doesn't complete her contract?" Kelly asked.

   "Then she will forfeit the bonus and will never be offered another
position here."

   "But she's free to quit and leave at any time?"

   "Yes, of course."

   "Do you know what percentage of women complete their contracts?" Kelly
asked.

   "Yes," Mariko responded.  "It is currently 42%.  Most leave within the
first few weeks because the job is more difficult than they imagined or
they feel more shame than they can bear.  Those that make it through the
third month are often able to finish."

   "And do any choose to continue as mailgirls after their contract is
over?"

   "Oh yes, we have several who enjoy the job and have no desire for
another," Mariko said.

   "Which mailgirl has been doing it the longest?" I asked.

   "One of the original mailgirls has been with the program for nearly six
years," she responded.

   "Really?  One of the two original mailgirls is still here?  I would very
much like to speak with her!" I said.

   "You are speaking with her now," Mariko said with a smile.

   I have to admit that I was a little shocked by this, that such a
beautiful, intelligent, educated and graceful woman like Mariko had chosen
to make a career of being a mailgirl.  In fact, as we continued to talk to
Aiko and Mariko I began to realize that all my preconceptions of these
women as bimbos and sluts with few prospects in life other than exploiting
their bodies was wrong.  I learned that the number of mailgirls applicants
far exceeded the number of jobs available and most of those chosen were
intelligent, well-educated women.  Almost all had college degrees and only
an exceptionally beautiful woman could hope to be selected without one. 
While looks were very important, Hiromoto Industries also sought women
capable of overcoming their low standing as nude delivery girls to forge a
career at the company.

   After the session ended Aiko rose to her feet at Mariko's command,
flashed a quick smile at Kelly and I, and then disappeared out the door.

   "Perhaps you would like to return to the hotel for some rest or some
sightseeing," Mariko said to us.  "We have a long day planned for
tomorrow."



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 4

   HIROMOTO HEADQUARTERS - DAY 2

   The limo delivered us from the hotel into the Hiromoto parking garage
just before seven a.m.  Today Kelly and I were each going to follow a
mailgirl around the building to observe her as she carried out her duties,
and since neither of us planned on being nude while we did this we'd
brought some athletic apparel to change into.  Mariko was there once again
to greet us and she led us into the building's basement where the mailgirls
locker room was located.

   We walked down a hallway past several maintenance and janitorial offices
until we turned a corner and saw two janitors and a security guard staring
into a window.  They turned and looked us over as we approached and then
turned their attention back to the window.  As we passed I saw with a shock
what they were looking at; the large window had a direct view into the
mailgirls locker room and showers!  Inside I could see several women
removing their clothes while another fully nude woman was entering the
shower area.  Four other nude women were preparing to leave the room.

   "You mean the girls aren't even allowed any privacy down here in their
own locker room?" I asked Mariko.

   "Oh no," Mariko replied.  "Mailgirls are allowed no modesty when they
are in the building.  They are always to be on display for any who desires
to see them."

   As we entered the locker room I turned to look at the window and was
momentarily confused to see only a large mirror instead.  It took me a few
seconds to realize this was a two way mirror.  The men could see in but the
mailgirls could not see out of it to know who was observing them. 

   Mariko smiled and greeted the four women who were already prepared to go
to work.  I couldn't understand what they were saying but she spoke to them
with friendly familiarity rather than as a superior and they responded with
smiles.  After they left I asked Mariko about them.  "They began their
shift at 6:30 and it is their duty now to place newspapers and fresh fruit
in the executive offices," she told me.

   A few feet away from us was a row of lockers with a long wooden bench in
front of it where several women were in the process of disrobing.  I
recognized Aiko as one of them and waved to her.  She was already nude and
preparing to go to the shower and smiled and waved back.  She walked over
to speak with Mariko and after a brief conversation Mariko turned to
translate.

   "Aiko has asked if she could have the honor of allowing one of you to
observe her in her duties today."

   "Sure," Kelly said.  "I'll go with her." Mariko translated this to Aiko
who smiled in response and bowed her head to each of us.  Then she turned
and headed for the showers. 

   The shower area consisted of eight shower nozzles and a seating area
that ran the length of the back wall beneath the nozzles facing the two way
mirror.  I knew that everything could be easily seen from the hallway and I
was shocked to see one of the women sitting with her legs wide open and
shaving her pubic area.  As we continued to watch, all of the women soaped
up and ran a razor over their underarms, legs, and pubic areas.

   "Are they required to do this everyday prior to their shift?" Kelly
asked.

   "Yes," Mariko said.  "This cleansing and grooming ritual is required at
the beginning of each shift and another shower is taken prior to the lunch
break.  This allows the mailgirls to begin the second half of their shift
cleansed and scented and assists in preventing unpleasant body odors which
could be offensive to others."

   The idea of showering twice a day in front of an audience was shocking
to me and I wondered if my company would require our mailgirls to do it.  I
couldn't imagine it.  I then thought about the workout clothes I'd brought
with me and glanced at the two way mirror.  "Um, Mariko, where are we
supposed to change?"

   "Of course, I am sorry.  You may use the comfort areas," she said as she
pointed to some toilet stalls at the end of the room which, thankfully, had
doors on them.  "It is the only area where mailgirls are allowed privacy."

   Kelly and I carried our bags into separate stalls and I stripped out of
my clothes and carefully folded them.  As I stood there nude the sudden
image came into my head of walking out of the stall like that, showering
and shaving, and then beginning a shift running naked through a busy
business building.  As I imagined this a sudden wave of arousal washed over
me.  Are you f*cking nuts Danica?  You could never do that, I said to
myself.

   I slipped into a thong and then pulled on a pair of purple capri workout
pants made of a compression fabric that fit like a second skin and covered
my legs down to about halfway between my knees and ankles.  I knew I had a
great ass and legs and I'd originally bought these with the intent of
showing them off to their greatest advantage rather than for comfort.  I
then pulled a sports bra on over my firm B cup breasts.  I'd just bought
the bra for this trip and I realized immediately that I should have tried
it on first.  It was at least a size too small.  I covered the bra with a
loose fitting tank top and then slipped on a pair of running shoes.  After
packing my clothes into the empty athletic bag I exited the stall and found
Kelly already out in the locker room.

   Kelly is taller and bustier than I am and I was surprised to find her
wearing a skintight pair of black lycra shorts, a sports bra which bared
quite a bit of cleavage, and nothing else.  "Is that all you're going wear
I asked?"

   "I feel way overdressed for this place," she joked.

   "No shoes?" I asked looking at her bare feet.

   "Naw.  I think we should at least feel what its like to run around on
bare feet all day."

   That made sense to me so I removed my shoes and put them in the bag with
the rest of the clothes.  I saw Aiko and the rest of the mailgirls standing
nude in front of the two way mirror drying their hair and applying their
makeup, undoubtedly with an audience on the other side watching them. 
"Where's Mariko?" I asked.  Kelly pointed toward the shower and I was
surprised to see a nude Mariko soaping herself up.  "What is she doing?"

   "It looks like she's going to be your mailgirl," Kelly replied.

   By 7:30 a.m.  there were six nude mailgirls sitting in front of their
lockers with their legs spread for anyone who happened to be watching on
the other side of the mirror.  They all had well proportioned and toned
bodies and all were exceedingly lovely.  I also noticed that none of them
had tattoos.  "Mr.  Hiromoto does not like tattoos on women," Mariko
explained when I asked her about it.

   At about 7:35 a girl's smartwatch lit up and she ran from the room on an
early morning delivery run.  A few minutes later another left.  I was told
that things would begin picking up soon when many employees began arriving
at their desks and by about eight, Aiko and Mariko,were the only ones left
waiting, along with me and Kelly. 

   Kelly and I had each been given smartwatches synced up with our
mailgirl's watch so we would get the same alerts they did and set on
English mode so we could read it.  I couldn't believe how nervous I was
waiting for our turn even though I was dressed.  I glanced over at Mariko
as she waited calmly, her legs open and her hands resting on her thighs. 
Her breasts were larger than I expected given her relatively thin frame but
they were perfectly formed with very little sag.  It was jarring to see a
woman who had been an impeccably dressed business woman yesterday
transformed into a naked mailgirl this morning.  "You didn't have to do
this today," I told her.  "I would've been happy to go with one of the
other girls."

   "It is my duty to insure that you have been properly instructed," Mariko
replied.  "It is not unusual for me to carry out a mailgirls shift when I
do not have administrative duties to perform.  I feel it is important to
help me remain informed of the challenges my girls face." It seemed
incomprehensible to me that a person could be a highly professional
corporate executive one day and running around the building as a naked
courier the next.

   Six more women had arrived by eight a.m.  and began undressing for the
beginning of their shift.  I knew from my briefing that the shifts were
staggered to ensure coverage throughout the day and that between the peak
hours of nine a.m.  and five p.m.  there were at least sixteen mailgirls on
duty.  Their normal shift lasted ten hours which included thirty minutes at
the beginning to shower and get prepared, a 45 minute lunch break (expanded
from thirty minutes to allow time for the second shower) and two scheduled
fifteen minute breaks.

   Just then Aiko's and Kelly's smartwatches lit up simultaneously and they
both jumped to their feet.  'It's showtime!" Kelly said to me excitedly as
she and Aiko ran out of the room.  Seconds later I felt a buzzing on my
wrist as my own watch lit up and I looked down excitedly to read it.  It
said "Floor 7, C12, Pickup." Below it read the numbers 4:00 which
represented the number of minutes we had to reach the pickup point.  It
immediately began ticking down to 3:59, 3:58, 3:57.  Mariko and I jumped to
our feet and I followed her out of the room.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 5

   THE MORNING SHIFT

   Mariko moved through the basement corridor at a brisk pace toward the
service stairs with me following behind.  Once we got on the stairs Mariko
kept a steady pace from floor to floor.  She didn't appear to be hurrying
or straining but I struggled to match her pace.  Every time I looked up I
got a glimpse of her pussy lips peeking out from between her legs.

   When we reached the seventh floor she entered the door without
hesitation and continued her brisk but steady pace down the corridor.  She
kept her eyes lowered as she walked and the people she passed gave no sign
of recognition or greeting.  At one point the hallway was blocked by three
men in suits walking slowly towards us.  They made no effort to move aside
to allow us to pass and Mariko stopped and pressed her back against the
wall keeping her gaze lowered.  I did the same as the men ambled slowly
past us glancing only briefly at the beautiful nude woman.  We then
continued down the hallway until we reached an office and entered it.  Our
watches buzzed and flashed green as we did, indicating we had successfully
arrived within the allotted time.  I looked at the watch and saw that we
had made it with seventeen seconds to spare.

   The receptionist inside, a middle-aged woman, looked up at Mariko,with
barely concealed contempt and then nodded her head towards a leather pouch
on the end of the desk.  Mariko picked it up and then assumed the waiting
stance with her legs slightly spread and her eyes lowered to the floor as
she awaited further instructions.  The woman punched the delivery
destination into the Mailgirls app on her phone and our watches lit up
again.  "Floor 5, B17, Delivery." Since the destination was only two floors
below us we were given just two minutes to make the delivery. 

   Once we reached the fifth floor I realized that this was the floor that
Mariko's office was on and we even passed it on the way to make our
delivery.  I recognized some of the faces from the day before, and while
some stared at us as we passed none provided a greeting or any sign of
friendliness towards Mariko.

   We entered an office just a couple of doors down from Mariko's and our
watches once again flashed green.  Inside a well dressed woman looked up
and smirked when she saw Mariko.  She spoke a few curt words to Mariko who
placed the pouch on the floor in a corner of the office and then assumed
her stance awaiting further instructions.  I guessed that the two women
were colleagues and equals when Mariko was in her role as a managing
director, but right now she was just a lowly mailgirl and the woman waved
her contemptuously out of the office indicating that she had no further
instructions.

   Since we had no current orders we walked past a number of cubicles until
we reached the mailgirl pad in the middle of the floor.  It was little more
than a yoga pad emblazoned with the Mailgirls logo and located in a spot
that was out of the most heavily trafficked areas but still visible to the
most people possible.  Mariko assumed the same kneeling position that Aiko
had assumed yesterday and I attempted to emulate it as closely as I could.
We were surrounded by people clothed in normal business attire and I
couldn't imagine what it must be like for her to be kneeling nude and
submissive like this in front of people she knew and worked with every day.

   It was about ten minutes before we got our next order, up to the eighth
floor for a delivery to the third.  After that we had another five minute
break but by then the building was filled and the orders began coming
faster.  No sooner would we complete one delivery then we'd get an alert
for another.  I worked out regularly and thought I was in pretty good shape
but we were only a little more than an hour into out our runs and I was
already beginning to drag ass.  Mariko, by contrast, had a light sheen of
perspiration on her skin but otherwise seemed as fresh as when we'd first
started.  "You may go downstairs and rest at any time," she said to me when
we finally got a break for a few minutes.

   "No, I'm going to try to hang with you if I can," I said.  "You
definitely don't need to spend money on a gym membership with this job,
though."

   "Yes, that is true," Mariko said with a smile.

   About an hour later, after a few more runs through the building, our
watches began flashing with the word "BREAK" and the timer began counting
down from fifteen minutes.  Fortunately we were on the third floor so it
didn't take us long to reach the basement.  I looked on enviously as Mariko
stepped into the shower for a quick rinse, being careful not to get her
hair wet.  I was sweating profusely and wishing I could do the same.  On
top of that my thong was beginning to chafe and my too small bra was
constricting my chest and beginning to rub raw against my skin.  I thought
about taking it off but my tank top was too loose to contain my boobs and I
knew they'd be flopping out as I moved.

   I splashed a little water on my face and plopped down on the bench in
front of the lockers.  Mariko joined me, handing me a cold bottle of water
and a power bar which I gratefully accepted.  Too soon the fifteen minutes
were up and shortly after we were called out on our next pickup.  We
continued making runs for the next two hours with only an occasional break
on a mailgirls pad.  We passed other mailgirls on the stairs or in the
corridors but I never did see either Aiko or Kelly.  At one point a nude
mailgirl who appeared to be in her mid-30s passed us in a corridor with an
obvious look of shame on her face.  Although she was quite attractive her
age seemed unusual to me compared to the other mailgirls who were mostly in
their early to mid twenties.

   "Oh yes," Mariko said when I finally had a chance to ask about her
during a break.  "Until very recently she was an account executive. 
However she lost a very large client because of negligence and a failure to
serve her client's needs so she was invited by the company to join the
Mailgirls program.  She and her husband have very large debts so her
husband commanded her to accept the invitation."

   "Really?  Wow!  The company forced her to become a mailgirl?  Will she
be given her old job back after she completes her contract?"

   "Oh, she has no contract," Mariko replied.  "She will remain a mailgirl
as long as she chooses to remain employed here.  In her life as an
executive she was always very rude towards our mailgirls so perhaps it was
her karma to become one herself."

   I couldn't help but laugh at the way Mariko had basically called the
woman a deserving bitch in the politest way possible.  "Do you think she'll
be able to stick it out for long?" I asked.

   "Oh, I do hope so!" Mariko exclaimed.

   My legs were beginning to turn to jelly by the time our watches alerted
us it was time for our lunch break.  As we approached the locker room I saw
a small crowd of men in the corridor eating their lunch as they stared into
it through the window.

   "Creeps," I muttered under my breath as I walked past them.  As we
entered the locker room I was stunned to see Kelly in the shower, totally
nude and soaped up.  "Kelly!" I said.  "What are you doing?"

   Kelly turned and shrugged.  "When in Rome....or Tokyo."

   "There are a bunch of guys outside watching you right now!"

   "Yeah?  F*ck 'em.  Let 'em look.  I needed this."

   Just then Mariko stepped into the shower and I have to admit that I
desperately wanted to join them.  My workout clothes were soaked in sweat
and beginning to stink and my thong and bra were chafing like hell.  I was
sorely tempted to peel everything off and jump in but I thought about those
men in the hall watching and I just couldn't do it.

   I splashed more water on my face and arms and toweled them off, then sat
on the bench rubbing my feet.  Kelly joined me a few minutes later, still
nude and toweling off.  "God, I feel so much better.  You really should go
and jump in."

   "I should but I don't think I can."

   "Why not?  You're gorgeous.  You have nothing to be ashamed of," she
said.

   "I'm not ashamed!" I retorted.  "I'm just...I don't know." The reasons
for not doing it seemed to be fading.  I mean, I was thousands of miles
from home and I'd never see any of these people again.  "Are you going to
put your clothes back on when you go back out?" I asked.

   "Nope.  I've decide to go the full monty for the rest of the day.  I
think you should too.  I mean if we're going to really learn what this is
about I think we need to."

   Once again the image of walking out of the door and through the building
naked leaped into my mind and sent a surge of arousal through me.  Was I
really considering doing this?

   Mariko sat down next to me and handed me a bowl of rice covered in stir
fry vegetables along with a mango juice drink.  "We must keep your strength
up," Mariko smiled.  I accepted the food gratefully, glad for the
interruption that would allow me to postpone my decision for a few more
minutes.

   As I ate I watched Kelly walk up to the mirror and playfully lift up her
boobs with her hands for the audience she knew was on the other side.  She
had a fabulous body and a beautiful face framed by auburn hair and blue
eyes.  As I watched her I mentally compared my body with hers.  She was
curvier with larger breasts but I knew my breasts hung well over my slender
frame.  I also had "an ass to die for" as one boyfriend had put it.  I
don't want to sound narcissistic but I don't believe in false modesty
either.  I knew I was beautiful and looked great naked.  So why was I so
hesitant about following Kelly's lead?  I guess I was worried about the
consequences.  What if it got out that I'd once been a naked mailgirl even
if it was only for a few hours?

   "Mariko, do you think I should go nude for the rest of the day like
Kelly?" I asked her.

   "I believe it would be beneficial in order to fully understand what our
mailgirls go through, but it is your choice of course."

   I looked at my watch and saw we had less than ten minutes left on our
lunch break.  "Do you think I have time to take a shower and get ready?"

   Mariko smiled.  "I am the managing director of Mailgirls.  You may have
as much time as you need."



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 6

   THE AFTERNOON SHIFT

   About thirty minutes later I sat nude on the bench in front of the two
way mirror, my heart thumping heavily in my chest.  Kelly had left awhile
ago with Aiko and I knew she was somewhere in the building making nude
deliveries and my turn would soon come.  Mariko had set our status to
"ready" and had told me I would take the lead this afternoon and make the
deliveries while she would be there to help translate and guide me to the
correct office.  Now I was nervously awaiting my call and wondering how
many people were behind the mirror staring at my pussy.  It doesn't matter,
I told myself.  A lot of people will be seeing it soon enough anyway.

   I'd been dog tired when I first came in earlier for my lunch break but
the food and the shower had reinvigorated me.  Nervous energy was pulsating
through my body as I waited, and I nearly jumped out of my seat when my
watch buzzed and lit up.  "Floor 12, B6, Pickup." It was a long hike from
the basement up to the 12th floor and I had only six minutes to get to my
pickup point.  I got up quickly and headed for the door.

   In the hallway I passed the four men who'd been spying on me and when I
reached the stairs I tried to maintain the same steady pace that Mariko had
set earlier.  Now that I was nude my breasts jiggled with each step and I
knew that Mariko was getting a good look at my ass and pussy as she climbed
the steps right behind me.

   By the fifth floor my legs were beginning to feel heavy.  By the tenth
floor I was starting to breathe hard and wasn't sure I could make it
without stopping.  Mariko must have realized I was struggling because I
felt her hand on he small of my back applying gentle pressure, just enough
to make it easier to keep moving.  When I reached the twelfth floor I
opened the door and entered an office area completely nude for the first
time.  I can't begin to describe how strange that felt.

   The offices were coded for the mailgirls and I knew I was supposed to go
to B6 but I had no idea where that was and since everything was in Japanese
there was no way for me to figure it out.  Mariko placed her hand on my
elbow and gently guided me down a carpeted hallway and then a right turn
that led to a pair of glass doors.  Beyond the doors lay a receptionist
desk and beyond that was a tiled corridor that led through the middle of a
number of very lavishly furnished executive offices.  A lovely young female
receptionist looked at us contemptuously as we entered but nodded for us to
continue on into the office suite area. 

   "Continue straight down the corridor to the end," Mariko whispered. 
"The office we seek will be on the left."

   We were high in the building now and everyone here was clothed in
expensive and well-tailored business suits and dresses.  I was careful to
keep my eyes lowered and avoid eye contact as I'd been instructed and I
felt an unmistakable sense of humiliation and inferiority as I walked past
them completely naked.  At the end of the corridor I turned left into an
executive office reception area and the secretary looked curiously at me
and then at Mariko who was now beside me.  Mariko exchanged a few words
with her and then assumed a kneeling position on the carpeted floor and I
did the same.  "The executive has a very important correspondence he is
preparing that we must rush to a courier in the lobby," she explained.  "We
must wait for him to complete it."

   "The lobby?  I thought we weren't allowed to go into the lobby?"

   "A senior executive may authorize it on rare occasions," she replied. 
Jesus, I thought.  My first nude run and I'll be going down into the
building's very public main lobby! 

   "I will make the delivery if you wish," Mariko said.

   "No, I'll do it," I said.  In for a penny in for a pound, I figured. 

   It was about five minutes later when the executive rushed out of his
office with a large manilla envelope in his hands and stopped in front of
us.  Mariko stood up before him with her head bowed and I did the same. 
She exchanged a few words with him and the man thrust the envelope into my
hands.  Mariko placed her hand on my shoulder and guided me through the
doorway.  "We must hurry," she said and for the first time that day we
broke into a run past the startled employees working on the floor.  As we
reached the receptionist's desk at the end, Mariko took me by my free hand
and led me to the elevator and pushed the down button.  "It has been
authorized," she said in response to my curious look. 

   The elevator was empty when it arrived but it was not an express
elevator so it was impossible to prevent it from making stops on our
journey down.  With each stop I saw the look of surprise on the faces of
the people entering to see two naked mailgirls on the elevator.  One woman
in particular was perturbed by it and had some very sharp words for Mariko
and me.  I had no idea what she said but I knew it wasn't a friendly
greeting.  Mariko simply remained silent with her eyes lowered to the floor
and I did the same.

   When the elevator finally reached the lobby we exited quickly to more
shocked looks and Mariko guided me to the receptionist desk where she and
the security guard were obviously expecting us.  In front of the desk was a
motorcycle courier dressed in leather and he looked each of us over from
head to toe with a leer.  I handed him the envelope and he began writing
out a receipt.  As he wrote I looked around the lobby and saw that everyone
was staring at us.  I could also see beyond the glass entry doors to the
busy sidewalk and street as pedestrians and cars went by.  It felt like a
totally surreal situation. 

   The courier finished writing out the receipt and tore it from his book
and handed it to me.  Then he took one long last look at my breasts and
turned and strode toward the exit.

   Mariko smiled at me.  "You did well."

   "Now what?" I asked.

   "We must now return to the the 12th floor to deliver the receipt," she
said.  "I am afraid we must use the stairs this time."

   "Oh my god," I said thinking about the long trudge back up twelve
stories.

   After delivering the receipt to the receptionist we thankfully had no
immediate orders so we were able to go to the floor's mailgirl pad to get
some rest.  Unlike the other floors, the pad here consisted of thick carpet
rather a yoga pad and I assumed the kneeling position with my knees at
shoulder width, my hands on my thighs, my back slightly arched, and my gaze
lowered.  I knew this left me exposed from all angles and I could feel the
eyes on me from throughout the room.

   After several minutes Mariko, spoke to me in a quiet voice.  "If it is
okay I wish to ask you a personal question."

   "Sure," I responded.

   "I would like to know if you have any Japanese ancestry?" 

   "I do," I replied.  "My grandmother was Japanese.  My grandfather met
her when he was stationed in Okinawa."

   "Ah, I thought so."

   "Is it obvious?" I asked. 

   "No, but I can see it in your hair, your skin tone, and a little around
the eyes.  However your green eyes are very much not Japanese."

   "Yes, they come from my Scottish heritage." I knew my green eyes were my
most striking feature and the thing that most people noticed first.

   "Ah, that is a most interesting blend.  It has provided you with an
exotic beauty.  But you have never been to Japan before and speak no
Japanese?"

   "No," I said.  "My grandmother died when I was very young and I have no
memory of her.  I have seen pictures, though, and she was very beautiful."

   "I am very sorry," Mariko said and we both remained silent for several
minutes before my watch sprung to life.

   "Floor 8, D6, Pickup, 3:00." Back to work.

   After the unusual nature of my first nude assignment, the rest of the
afternoon consisted of mostly routine pickups and deliveries.  After awhile
I began to settle into a rhythm and found a pace that allowed me to meet my
deadlines without burning myself out.  After our second fifteen minute
break I even started getting a second wind and became confident that I
would make it through the rest of the shift. 

   And the more time I spent with Mariko the more I came to admire her. 
She moved with the grace of a dancer and never lost her poise, no matter
the situation or how she was treated.  She had an innate inner calm and
strength that had somehow allowed her to do this job for years without ever
losing her dignity or belief in herself.

   The two us were kneeling on a mailgirls pad on the sixth floor near the
end of our shift when our watches lit up and buzzed.  "14th floor, A1."
This one was unusual because it didn't specify it as a pickup or delivery
and there was no deadline.  I also realized it was on the top floor of the
building.  A darkness came over Mariko's face as she read the new command.

   "I must respond to this," she said.  "You should go down to the locker
room and shower and dress.  You have done very well today."

   I was disappointed to hear this and wanted to finish up my shift with
Mariko.  "Why?" I asked.  "What is this."

   "I have been summoned by Mr.  Hiromoto.  It is best if you don't go."

   "Oh, I'd like to meet Mr.  Hiromoto if I can.  I've read so much about
him!"

   Mariko began to respond but stopped herself and spent a moment thinking
about it.  "Yes, perhaps you should meet him," she said, "but I cannot
promise he will meet with you.  You may follow me but you must promise to
do exactly as I say."

   "I promise," I said.

   As we climbed the stairs toward the top of the building I began to grow
nervous and wondered if I was making a mistake.  After hearing Mariko talk
yesterday about how Hiromoto had been born burakumin - the lowest caste in
Japanese society - and risen to power from there, I had spent the previous
evening researching him on the internet.  By most accounts he was a
brilliant but difficult man and there were frequent allegations over the
years that he had built his empire through bribery and intimidation.  There
were also persistent rumors that he had ties with the Yakuza - a Japanese
crime organization that had a large number of burakumin in its ranks. 
There were some who believed that Hiromoto was able to get the Mailgirls
program going without interference from the government only because he had
a large number of politicians in his pocket.

   My anxiety increased as we climbed higher in the building and several
times I almost asked Mariko if I could turn around.  Somehow I kept moving,
though, emboldened by my belief in Mariko and my curiosity to meet
Hiromoto.

   We finally reached the entrance to the 14th floor but unlike the other
floors this one required a security code to enter.  Mariko entered the code
into her watch and then held it up to the electronic security pad.  The pad
flashed green, the door unbolted and I nervously followed her onto the 14th
floor.



   Confessions of Mailgirl - Part 7

   MR.  HIROMOTO

   As we entered the floor I saw a couple of very large men in suits that I
took to be bodyguards.  They looked us over but made no attempt to stop us.
We walked through a lounge area and past a large conference room which were
both empty, and approached a reception area for what I assumed was Mr. 
Hiromoto's office.  The floor was essentially empty except for us, the
bodyguards and whoever was in the office. 

   As we entered the reception area a woman who looked like she was in her
60s looked up at us.  She spoke curtly to Mariko who had assumed a
submissive standing posture and spoke softly to her in response.  The woman
looked at me and grunted, then picked up the phone and spoke briefly to
someone on the other end.  Then she spoke again to Mariko who nodded and
dropped to her knees in the kneeling pose and I did the same.  "Mr. 
Hiromoto is to decide if he will see you," Mariko told me.  "If you go in I
must please ask you to remain silent and not intervene no matter what you
see."

   "What are you talking about, Mariko?  What will I see?" I was getting
very nervous now.

   "I will be fine, but please do not attempt to intervene.  You must
promise."

   "Okay.  I promise," I told her but I was seriously starting to freak out
now.  What had I gotten myself into?  As we waited there I couldn't help
but think back to the bizarre series of events over the past week that had
somehow led me to be kneeling naked in front of the office of one of the
wealthiest and most powerful men in Japan.

   We had been kneeling on the hard tiled floor for maybe ten minutes when
the old woman's phone rang.  After hanging up she spoke a few words to
Mariko and then stared at me.  Mariko rose to her feet.  "Come," she said.
"We will meet Mr.  Hiromoto now."

   As we entered I saw a man waiting for us.  He was grey-haired and
immaculately dressed and groomed.  My first impression was that he looked
remarkably robust for a 76-year old man.  Mariko kneeled immediately upon
entering the room and kept her eyes lowered and I did the same.  Hiromoto
walked over and stood above us.  "You surprise me Mariko-san," he said in
English.  "You have never brought anyone to one of our meetings before." 

   "I hope I have not offended you," she said. 

   "I am not offended," he said.  "I find it interesting."

   "Danica is from our new American partners," Mariko said.  "I felt it
best if she saw all aspects of our Mailgirls program."

   "Yes, I know who she is," Hiromoto said.  He walked around me and I felt
him inspecting my body from every angle.  "I like your uniform," he said to
me.

   "Thank you, sir," I replied, not sure how else to respond. 

   "Very well Mariko-san," Hiromoto said.  "If you desire her to observe
our arrangement then she shall." He then spoke a few words in Japanese to
her and she rose to her feet.  I began to get up also until Mariko turned
to me. 

   "No," she said.  "Please remain there.  And do not forget your promise."

   I returned to my knees and watched her walk forward into the center of
the office.  Hiromoto walked behind his desk and retrieved something from a
cabinet behind it.  As he walked toward Mariko I saw that he had a small
whip of some sort.  I would learn later that it was a riding crop. 
Hiromoto issued a command in Japanese and Mariko dropped to her hands and
knees and placed her elbows and forehead on the floor.  He walked behind
her and issued another command and she raised her right foot off the floor
towards him.  Hiromoto placed the end of the crop on the bottom of her foot
and then, with an almost imperceptible movement of his wrist, slapped it
against the bottom of her foot with a loud snap.  I gasped in shock as I
saw Mariko's body jerk in response.  Hiromoto looked up at me and I
immediately lowered my gaze to the floor.

   "You are here to watch, so watch," he said to me, so I raised my eyes
again.  He immediately slapped her foot again.  And again.  Each time he
struck her Mariko's body jerked slightly but she never cried out.  I wanted
to shout at him to stop or rush over to try to help her but I remembered my
promise and knew anything I did would probably only make things worse.

   After a minute or so Hiromoto gave another command and Mariko lowered
her right foot and lifted her left foot which he then began striking.  When
he was finished with her feet he began striking her left ass cheek and then
her right.  By the time he was done I estimated he had struck Mariko at
least one hundred times.

   After he was done, Hiromoto walked around in front of Mariko and spoke
to her.  She rose up off her hands, remaining on her knees, and nodded
several times as he spoke.  Then she laid her head down on on the floor and
prostrated herself before him and I was afraid he was going to begin
striking her again.  Instead he reached down and stroked her hair several
times then walked back behind his desk and replaced the whip in the
cabinet.

   Mariko rose to her feet and assumed the submissive standing pose waiting
for instructions.  Hiromoto sat down at his desk and grunted out one last
command.  Mariko bowed and then began walking toward me.  Her eyes were
moist and a single tear stained her left cheek.  "Come," she said.  "We may
go now."

   After we had exited the receptionist's office I couldn't hold back any
longer.  "What the f*ck was that, Mariko?"

   "Please," she said, "we will go to my office and I will explain all to
you."

   Mariko was walking gingerly on her sore feet and the walk down the
stairs from the fourteenth floor to the fifth was a slow and painful one
for her. 



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 8

   MARIKO'S STORY

   Mariko locked the door behind us after we entered her office, then
kneeled down on the carpet and invited me to do the same.  I kneeled facing
her and she began to speak.

   "When I joined Hiromoto Industries I was an intern in my final year of
university study.  I was nearing the end of my internship when an executive
told me of their plans to begin a nude courier service in the building and
invited me to join.  I declined, of course, telling him I could never do
such a thing.  He returned the next day with an offer of a substantial
salary and bonus.  I declined again.  He returned each day with a greater
offer until one day I felt I could no longer decline.  I am not from a
wealthy family and it was more money than I could imagine.  Another intern
I worked with also accepted an invitation and we began our lives as
mailgirls."

   I listened quietly as she spoke not wanting to interrupt.

   "After I began I felt great shame in what I was doing but continued
carrying out my duties.  I did this for several weeks until I felt I could
no longer bear the shame.  I returned to that executive and informed him
that I must leave the company.  He told me that I must fulfill the contract
or repay the bonus I had been given with interest.  I informed him I could
not because I had already used it to help pay off my family's debts.  He
then ordered me on to my hands and knees and whipped me with his belt for
my insolence.  I was told never to ask again to leave unless I repaid the
money.  I knew I could never repay this and was trapped until my contract
ended."

   A chill went up my spine as I heard her talk about being trapped in her
contract.  I thought about my own contract with the large bonus up front to
pay off my student loans that I could never hope to repay if I wanted to
leave.  That's different, though, I told myself.  I'm going to be a
manager, not a mailgirl.

   "After that," Mariko continued, "I resolved to fulfill my contract and
performed my duties to the best of my abilities, although it was very
difficult.  I was often groped and fondled and one executive ordered me to
pleasure him orally.  As the day approached that my contract would end I
resolved to leave the company and never return.  That was when Mr, Hiromoto
summoned me to his office for the first time.  I had never met or spoken to
him before."

   I thought about my trip to Mr.  Hiromoto's office that afternoon and how
intimidating the man had been.  I understood how Mariko must have felt that
first meeting.

   "Mr.  Hiromoto invited me to remain on as a mailgirl and help them
manage and improve the program.  I politely declined, telling him about my
treatment as a mailgirl and the abuses that I and others had suffered. 
After I had finished he told me to prepare a list of changes I believe
should be made to improve the lives of the mailgirls and bring it to him
the next day.  I did so and he agreed to all of them, but only if I
remained to help manage the Mailgirls program.  He said he would use his
power to protect the mailgirls from further abuses."

   "I was anxious to leave the company but felt I could not abandon the
other girls so I agreed to stay, but told Mr.  Hiromoto that I would sign
no contract and would leave if the promises were not fulfilled.  He agreed
to that as well but added one final provision.  If the mailgirls were not
to suffer for their failures then someone must.  I must agree to be
punished for each demerit my mailgirls receive."

   "Oh my god," I said.  "Do the other mailgirls know you're dong this?"

   "No," she replied, "and you must speak of this to no one.  You must
promise."

   "I promise," I told her.  "But why would you agree to that?"

   "Mr.  Hiromoto has kept his promise to use his power to protect the
mailgirls and I will keep mine.  It is much better for them now and my
punishment is a small price to pay for that."

   "Hiromoto is still a sadistic prick for doing this to you," I said.  "He
should be protecting the mailgirls because it's the right thing to do."

   "Mr.  Hiromoto does nothing without receiving something in return.  That
is how he does business and this is a business arrangement."

   "Business?  You don't think he gets off on whipping you?  He probably
jacks off the minute you leave the room."

   "Perhaps he does, but that is not my concern.  My concern is the
protection of my girls."

   As I sat there thinking about what I'd just been told my admiration for
the nude woman kneeling before me continued to grow.  I was beginning to
believe that Mariko was the strongest and most selfless person I had ever
met.

   "Why are you telling me all this?" I asked.  "Why did you allow me to go
up to Hiromoto's office to witness that?"

   "I sense an inner strength in you that has not yet been tapped," she
replied.  "You have many challenges ahead of you and I felt it best to pull
back the veil and allow you to see that there are powerful men and women
who will seek to take advantage of you and your girls."

   I thought about this for a moment.  "I may have made a terrible mistake,
Mariko." I then told her about the large bonus I had accepted to pay off my
student loans when signing my contract.

   "Is this something you can afford to repay if you choose to leave?" she
asked.

   "No way.  The money's gone.  It's already been used to pay off the
loans." Mariko's face fell when she heard this.

   "Then I believe you are trapped as I was."

   "We were told we'd be managers, we wouldn't be mailgirls."

   "I fear this will not be the case," Mariko said.  "You and Kelly each
have extraordinary beauty and were most likely selected for that reason.  I
believe the intent is to make both of you their first mailgirls.  But
perhaps I am wrong."

   A surge of panic went through me as I heard that.  "What should I do,
Mariko?"

   "You must do what you must to protect yourself and your girls.  You must
be the shepherd that watches over her flock."



   OVER THE PACIFIC

   Kelly and I were in our first class seats at 36,000 feet over the
Pacific on our way home and I was working on my second glass of wine when I
opened my iPad.  I had my contract saved on it in pdf format and, for the
first time, began reading it word for word and line by line.  About an hour
later I closed it and sat back in my seat in despair.  I am so screwed, I
said to myself.  It was even worse than I thought.

   Not only was I on the hook to pay back the money for the student loans,
with interest, there was also a buyout clause that would force me to pay an
additional $50,000 for early termination of the contract.  I did some back
of the envelope calculations and figured it would cost me over $200,000 to
get out of it, and that's only if I paid it off right away.  If I had to
pay it off over time the interest fees and penalties could easily push it
to over $300,000 or more.

   There were also references to my duties and dress code that made it
clear that the company was free to determine both for me.  If I failed to
satisfactorily carry out these duties or adhere to the dress code I would
be subject to termination which would then obligate me to pay back the
student loan and contract buyout money.  There was no question in my mind
that the contract was written in a way that would allow the company to make
me a mailgirl and there was nothing I could do about.

   I looked over to Kelly sitting next to me and saw she was busy watching
a movie on her tablet.  I reached over and tugged on her sleeve to get her
attention.  She paused the movie, took off her headphones and turned to me.
"Hey, what's up?"

   "Do you feel like talking for a few minutes?" I asked her.

   "Sure."

   "Kelly, have you read our contract?  I mean really read it?"

   "I have, unfortunately," she said.  "I kind of wish I hadn't."

   "And?"

   "And the company pretty much owns us for the next two years, if that's
what you want to know."

   "Yeah, that's what I got out of it, too," I said.  "Do you think they'll
try to make us mailgirls?"

   Kelly snorted derisively when I asked this.  "Of course they will.  I
never bought into Barbara's bullshit for a second.  I figured that was part
of the plan all along."

   "You did?  Why?"

   "I mean look at us, Danica.  We're the two hottest women in the
building. There are probably a hundred other women more experienced and
qualified to help setup and manage the program without the company having
to throw buckets of money at them, and they chose us?  Did you think it was
for our beautiful minds?"

   Oh my god, I'm so stupid and naive, I thought to myself.  "So if you
believed that why did you sign the contract?"

   "Because it's a hell of a lot of money," Kelly replied.  "If they want
me to run around naked delivering mail I'll do it for that kind of money.
Besides, I'm kind of an exhibitionist anyway.  I think it could be fun."

   "And you couldn't have clued me in to some of your thoughts about this
earlier?" I said.

   "So you could do what?  Freak out about it like you are now?  Listen
Danica, we're both in this now to the bitter end so you might as well make
the best of it.  I'm planning on doing whatever they ask for the next two
years, save my money, and then tell the company 'f*ck you very much' when
it's over and walk away.  I suggest you do the same." 

   Kelly then turned back to her movie and put her headphones on, leaving
me to stew about it on my own.

   It took me the rest of the flight and two bottles of wine to make it
through all of the five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining,
depression, and finally, acceptance.  By the time the flight touched down
I'd reluctantly accepted my probable fate.  The one thing that gave me
strength were thoughts of Mariko.  If she could make it through everything
that she'd been through and still retain her dignity and self-respect then
I could do it, too.  At least I hoped I could.

   A few minutes later I exited the jet bridge into a very uncertain
future.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 9

   HOME AGAIN

   After getting home from Tokyo I had three days off before a Monday
morning meeting with Barbara Anderson, giving me plenty of time to continue
my freakout over my possible future in the company's new Mailgirls program.
It also allowed me to continually relive the events in Tokyo, especially my
naked delivery runs through Hiromoto headquarters and the shocking meeting
with Mr Hiromoto himself. 

   How boring am I now, Mark, I said to myself thinking about what my
long-time boyfriend had said a few weeks ago as I was kicking him out of my
apartment for cheating on me.  I was so focused on my career that I'd
become boring, he had told me.  So he'd hooked up with a more interesting
girl whose exciting life, as best I could tell, consisted of working at
Starbucks, tweeting constantly about her favorite reality show, and sharing
cat videos on Facebook.

   I'm still not quite sure what had gotten into me that afternoon in
Hiromoto headquarters when I'd decided to strip down and experience what it
was like to be a mailgirl.  Becoming a subservient nude delivery girl whose
primary value came from showing off her tits, ass, and pussy went against
everything I believed in, but I found myself now in a constant state of
arousal as I relived that day in my mind.  I chalked up the frequent
masturbation sessions since returning from Tokyo to the fact that I hadn't
gotten laid in weeks, but I couldn't help but wonder if I was discovering
things about myself that I hadn't known before, and maybe didn't want to
know.

   I was also nearly certain now that Barbara had lied to Kelly and me
about what our roles were going to be in the company's Mailgirls program
and that we'd been baited into signing a contract that would allow them to
force us to become nude mailgirls for the next two years.  I kept
envisioning myself confronting Barbara about her lies and manipulation
during our next meeting, but a tearful call to Mariko changed my mind about
the wisdom of that.

   "Making this woman your enemy at this point would not aid your cause,"
she said to me over the phone.  "It is wise not to trust her but also
understand that she answers to more powerful men above her.  It would be
best to show her a false face of humble acceptance of your role while
keeping your true thoughts hidden."

   "So then I have no choice but to become a mailgirl if she tells me to?"
I asked her.

   "You always have a choice."

   "But I can't just quit, Mariko," I said.  "The penalties in the contract
would ruin me financially.  It would take me years to dig myself out of the
hole and I don't want to do that."

   "Then you have made your choice," Mariko said.  "Now you must accept
whatever role you are given but seek ways to gain an advantage which may
aid you in the future."

   "But how would I do that?" I asked.

   "No one sees more or hears more than the lowly mailgirl," she said. 
"She goes everywhere and is seen by all, yet remains invisible.  She is not
worthy of hiding secrets from.  You must keep your eyes and ears open and
perhaps you will find your advantage."

   I wasn't terribly hopeful about that, but I knew she was right about one
thing: calling Barbara a lying bitch to her face would do nothing but cause
me grief.  It would be foolish to compound my previous mistakes by piling
new ones on top of them. 

   I had trouble sleeping on Sunday night so I got up early to prepare for
work.  As I soaped myself up in the shower I had the unshakeable feeling
that my life was about to change in a very significant way.  I felt like I
was floating unmoored and powerless down a fast flowing river towards a
falls with no way off.  Of all the emotions I was experiencing now - fear,
shame, uncertainty, doubt - there was one emotion that overwhelmed them
all: excitement.  I had lost control of my life and I was nearly trembling
in anticipation of what might happen next.

   And as I imagined what my future might hold, my right hand slid down my
stomach into the welcoming moistness between my legs.



   THE MEETING

   The first part of the meeting in Barbara's office was primarily a
debriefing where Kelly and I answered a series of questions about our
experience in Tokyo observing the Mailgirls program in action.  When asked,
I gave Barbara my honest impressions about it: that despite the sexist and
degrading premise behind it, I'd found it to be a surprisingly well
organized and efficient system.  Whether or not it increased productivity
as much as they claimed, I couldn't say, but it definitely did the job of
moving information and items between departments in a timely and
attention-getting manner.  I had little doubt that a memo or file delivered
by a nude mailgirl was much more likely to get immediate attention than
something delivered electronically to an e-mail inbox.

   We also told her that we'd stripped down in the afternoon while
following our mailgirls throughout the building.  I knew there was no
reason to try to hide it from her since it was a near certainty that she'd
already been told about it by her contacts at Hiromoto.

   "Excellent!" Barbara said with a smile.  "I'm glad to see you two
throwing yourself into this project so enthusiastically!  So tell me, what
was it like?"

   "Um, well, it was humiliating," I told her, "but I have to admit that it
was more comfortable doing it nude than in athletic wear." Kelly agreed
with me and we talked with Barbara for a few minutes about the reaction of
the other employees to the mailgirls and if we'd witnessed any abuses.

   "The mailgirls were treated with arrogance, rudeness, and
condescension," I told Barbara.  "They are basically considered lowly
servant girls and get little respect.  But, no, I didn't witness any actual
abuses," I said, not mentioning what I'd seen in Hiromoto's office.  I'd
sworn to Mariko I would tell no one about that.

   "Well, we can live with that," Barbara said.  "Condescension isn't
likely to get us sued or the program shut down by the government.  We just
need to navigate carefully through sexual harassment and workers rights
laws." It wasn't lost on me that Barbara was more concerned with avoiding
litigation and government interference than whether or not the mailgirls
were treated with any respect. 

   "Well ladies," Barbara said after a few more questions, "I've heard
nothing but good things about you two from Tokyo and I have to say that I'm
very happy about that.  You're both off to a good start."

   I smiled and nodded, keeping my true feelings hidden as Mariko had
suggested.  So far the meeting had been cordial and businesslike but
somehow I got the feeling that a very large shoe was about to drop.  It
didn't take long.

   "So anyway," Barbara said, "we were busy ourselves while you were in
Tokyo.  Things are moving fast now.  Hiromoto technicians were here
installing the hardware and software for the Mailgirls program in the tower
over the past week.  Not many people know yet about this so we told them it
was an upgrade to our wifi network."

   "It's already installed in the tower?" Kelly asked.  "What about the
rest of the compound?"

   "We're holding off on that," Barbara said.  "We've decided to limit it
to the tower for now.  Keep it simple until we get the inevitable startup
problems worked out."

   When is it starting?" I asked.

   "We'll spend the rest of the week testing the system and finishing up
our preparations.  Provided all goes well we'll announce the program
internally on Friday morning and put out a press release Friday afternoon.
We go live next Monday morning."

   "That soon?" I asked.  I was a little stunned at the speed this was
moving.  I thought we were weeks away.

   "Yeah, Dan is worried this will leak out to the public before we're
ready to go," Barbara said, referring to CEO Dan Evans.  "He wants this up
and running before activist groups have time to organize protests."

   "I didn't realize you'd even hired any mailgirls yet," Kelly said.

   There was a long pause before Barbara spoke again.  "Well, that's
something I need to talk to you two about." 

   Kelly turned and gave me a knowing look.  Here we go, I thought.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 10

   THE REAL PLAN

   "I told you that we'd signed a two year contract with Hiromoto, and
that's true," Barbara said to us, "but there's a ninety day escape clause
in it once we go live with the program.  For all their bravado about how
this company thrives on controversy, the truth is there are some people
upstairs who are scared shitless that this thing is going to blow up in our
faces.  I've been ordered to keep a tight lid on things until we go live so
I haven't been able to advertise for mailgirl job openings or do any
interviews.  I couldn't even put out discreet inquiries in house to find
women who might be willing to take the job."

   "So we're it, aren't we," Kelly said.  "The company's Mailgirls program
is just going to be me and Danica.  We're going to be your naked guinea
pigs."

   "I'm afraid so," Barbara responded.  "For now anyway, until I get
authorization to expand the program.  But the two of you are bright women
so I'm sure you've suspected this for awhile now.  I was very glad to hear
that you both got naked on your mailgirl observation runs in Tokyo.  That
should make it easier for you."

   Even though I'd known this was probably going to happen it was still a
shock to hear Barbara openly confirming it now.  "For how long?" I asked.

   Barbara shrugged.  "At least until the company commits to going beyond
the ninety day escape clause.  The board won't authorize any mailgirl hires
until then.  If you're lucky they'll decide to pull the plug on this thing
after a few weeks and you'll be free of your contract commitments.  You can
go back to your old jobs or quit, whatever you want to do."

   "What about our student loan bonus?" Kelly asked. 

   "You won't be obligated to pay that back.  You won't get the contract
completion bonus, though."

   "And if the company commits to the full program after ninety days?" I
asked. 

   "It will take awhile to get up to full staffing but after that I can
probably pull you two off the line to help me with management and
administrative duties."

   "Liar!" I wanted to scream, but I held my tongue.  I knew Kelly was
right, there were any number of women in the company with more managerial
experience to do that job.  Our real value to the Mailgirls program was in
our bodies, so there was no incentive for Barbara to allow us to cover them
up until they scrapped the program or our contracts expired. 

   Barbara pulled a couple of letters out of a drawer and placed them on
her desk.  "Now that all of the cards are on the table I have something for
each of you to sign."

   "What is it?" Kelly asked suspiciously.

   "It's a nudity waiver," Barbara said.  "It basically says the company
has the right to establish your dress code while you're on the job, up to
and including full nudity.  Nudity will be a condition of your employment."

   "And if I don't sign it?" Kelly asked. 

   Barbara reached into her drawer and pulled out another letter.  "Then
you can sign this instead.  It's a letter of resignation."

   "So I can just quit and leave then?" Kelly asked.

   "Of course you can.  But you must know there are significant financial
penalties involved in breaking your contract."

   "You mean you assholes would actually try to collect after lying to us
about what our roles were going to be?" I saw a flash of anger cross
Barbara's face as Kelly said that and I was shocked by Kelly's reaction. 
She'd always acted like she was perfectly okay with being a mailgirl for
the money they were paying, but now that the moment of truth had arrived I
could sense she was starting to panic.  I started to worry that she might
back out now leaving me in this by myself.

   "It's okay, Kelly," I said trying to calm her down.  "We've talked about
this.  We can do this.  We've already done it before."

   "Yeah, but that was half a world away in front of a bunch strangers,
Danica.  I have friends here.  It's going to be so humiliating!"

   "I know," I told her, "but just do what you said.  Invest the money
they're throwing at us and then walk away when its over.  Besides, they
might pull the plug on this crazy thing in a couple of weeks anyway."

   "They won't, Danica.  Don't you see, this is like slavery!  They're
going to own us for the next two years!"

   "Indentured servitude is probably a better historical comparison,"
Barbara said coldly, "since there's an expiration date to your so-called
'bondage.' So I guess I can put you down as a 'no' then Kelly?"

   "No, wait!" I said.  "I'll go first.  Give Kelly a chance to calm down.
Okay, Kell?" She looked like she was about to hyperventilate but she nodded
to me.

   Barbara placed the nudity waiver on a clipboard, along with a pen, and
handed it to me.  Unlike the contract I read it carefully making sure there
were no hidden surprises, but it was pretty much as Barbara had described.
I was giving the company the right to make me work naked for the next two
years as a condition of continued employment.  I found my hand was
trembling as I picked up the pen.  Two weeks ago I never could have signed
something like this, but my experience in Tokyo and meeting Mariko had
changed me.  I took a deep breath and signed the waiver.

   "Thank you, Danica," Barbara said as she took the clipboard and the
signed waiver from me.  Then she turned to Kelly.  "Now, which one of these
would you like to sign, Kelly?  The waiver or the letter of resignation?"

   "Can't I have a few days to think about it?" Kelly asked.

   "You've had time to think about it.  I know damn well you both had a
good idea this was coming.  Things are moving fast now so I need to know
before you leave this office whether you're in or out."

   "Please, Kelly, don't leave me in this by myself," I said to her. 
"We'll help each other though this."

   Kelly appeared to have calmed down a bit as she sat quietly thinking it
over.  "Give me the damn waiver," she said finally.  Without reading it she
scribbled her signature at the bottom and handed it back to Barbara.

   Barbara took our two signed waivers, placed them in a drawer and then
locked it.  Then she stood up from behind her desk.  Kelly and I also stood
up thinking the meeting was over.  "Okay girls," Barbara said, "strip off
your clothes, fold them, and place them on your chair.  Every stitch." When
the two of us stood there in shocked silence without moving she walked out
from behind the desk and stood directly in front of us.

   "Now!"



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 11

   A NEW REALITY

   As we stood naked in the middle of Barbara Anderson's office, any
pretense that we were colleagues working together on a project was gone. 
"Take off all of your jewelry and place them on your folded clothes, then
get back into position," she ordered.  After we had complied we returned to
the standing position we had learned at Hiromoto with our feet spread, our
hands at our sides, and our gaze lowered to the floor.

   "This will be your required uniform as a mailgirl," Barbara said to us.
"Full nudity is your uniform and you will be in uniform at all times while
in the building with the exception of entering and exiting at the beginning
and end of your shift." Barbara circled us now, inspecting every inch of
our nude bodies.

   "I'm glad to see that neither of you have tattoos," she said.  "You're
forbidden to get any while under contract.  Fingernail and toenail polish
is fine, but no more body piercings beyond what you already have." The two
of us had only our ears and navels pierced.  Barbara then ran her fingers
through my hair and then moved on to Kelly.  "Your hair length is okay for
now but if it gets long enough to cover your breasts you'll be required to
cut it."

   Barbara then looked down at each of our pubic areas and I had to fight
the urge to cover up.  "You'll also need to have all body hair below the
neck shaved as part of your required grooming standards," she said.  My
pubic hair was neatly trimmed while Kelly had all but a single narrow strip
shaved.  "And lose the tan lines prior to Monday morning.  If you don't
have a place to sunbathe nude then find a tanning salon.  We'll also check
your body mass index regularly to make sure you're not becoming either too
fat or too skinny, although I doubt weight gain will be a problem on this
job.  We just want to make sure you continue to display the same lovely
curves as you do today."

   If there was any real doubt before that Kelly and I were surrendering
significant control of our lives to Barbara and the company it quickly
faded away as she spoke.

   "Assume the kneeling position," she ordered, and we kneeled on her
carpeted floor with our knees spread at shoulder width, our backs slightly
arched, our hands on our thighs, and our gaze lowered to the floor.  This
was something else we had learned at Hiromoto headquarters.  It was the
standard resting position for a mailgirl when she was waiting new orders.

   Barbara tapped the inside of each of my knees with her right foot
indicating she wanted them wider.  "Good,' she said after I had complied.
"Since we're on a tight schedule and you're already familiar with them,
we're basically going to adopt all of Hiromoto's policies for now.  That
means assuming either the standing or kneeling position while awaiting
instructions.  Keep your gaze lowered and avoid eye contact.  Everyone in
the building will be considered your superior so address them as sir or
ma'am.  Speak only when spoken to.  No covering up at any time."

   As I kneeled submissively before Barbara I felt my heart thumping
heavily in my chest, my breathing became more rapid, and my nipples
hardened as a wave of arousal began coursing through my body.  As much as I
wanted to fight it there was no longer any denying that surrendering
control of my clothes and, to a large degree, my life was a huge turn on
for me.  I wasn't sure if I liked or hated this new side of myself I was
discovering but I knew now this was something I'd be dealing with every day
as a submissive naked mailgirl.

   "Here are the plans for the coming week," Barbara said.  "Hiromoto techs
will continue testing the software and equipment under the pretext of
improving our wifi network.  On Friday morning we'll announce the program
to those working here in the tower and begin training people on how to
order a delivery using the Mailgirls app and how to interact with
mailgirls. On Friday afternoon we'll announce it to the rest of the company
and to the media via a press release.  If we feel additional training and
testing is required we'll do it over the weekend.  Mailgirls goes live on
Monday morning at eight a.m."

   Since returning from Tokyo the thought of potentially becoming a
mailgirl had still felt somewhat distant and abstract, but it was becoming
very real now.  This was really going to happen.

   "As for you girls," Barbara continued, "you won't be needed for any of
it.  In fact, I'd rather keep you two out of the building as much as
possible until Monday.  I do have plenty of homework for you, though."
Barbara retrieved a couple of packets from a shelf and placed them on her
desk.  "You'll be getting a pamphlet outlining the rules and
responsibilities of a mailgirl.  Read it, learn it, live it.  You'll also
get a floor plan for each floor here in the tower with the office codes
used to identify where you'll need to go to for pickups and deliveries, as
well as the location of the Mailgirls kneeling pad on each floor you'll use
while waiting for new orders.  I want those memorized by Friday, along with
the names of the building's top executives, managers, and aides."

   "I also want you two ready to hit the ground running on Monday morning.
That means you need to get yourself physically prepared over the next week.
Lots of strength and cardio training.  You should work out in the nude if
possible, but if that's not practical then you need to at least do it
barefoot to get your feet prepared.  I don't want either of you sidelined
with blisters once we get started."

   Barbara leaned back against her desk and looked down on us.  "Since
there's only two of you it would be silly to assign you numbers, but we'll
revisit that if and when we expand the program.  So Kelly, Danica, do you
have any questions?"

   "No ma'am," we each said in unison.

   "Good," she said.  "Get dressed and be back here at nine on Friday for
another uniform inspection and a quiz on your homework.  You begin your new
careers Monday morning."

   As we left her office I felt like my life had changed forever and I
began what would feel like both the shortest and longest week of my life
preparing for Monday morning.

   I was now a mailgirl.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 12

   MONDAY MORNING

   I reached over and shut off my alarm but I'd already been awake for a
while anyway.  It'd been a restless night for me and after waking up in the
early morning hours I was too full of nervous energy to go back to sleep.
Time's relentless march had inevitably led to Monday morning and the start
of my new career as a nude mailgirl for Dumpster Dawg Enterprises.

   I crawled out of bed and headed for the bathroom to get ready for work.
After peeling off my tank top and panties I was about to get into the
shower when it occurred to me that I was required to shower at work now,
possibly in front of an audience.  "How weird is that?" I thought to
myself, until I thought about it some more and realized that wasn't even at
the top of the weirdness scale in my new job.

   I walked to the sink to brush my teeth, and as I stared in the mirror I
remembered Mariko asking me if I had any Japanese ancestry.  The genetic
influence of my Japanese grandmother seemed relatively faint to me as I
looked directly at my face but I knew that from different angles and in
different lights it was more pronounced.  The almost subliminal nature of
this Asian influence combined with the green eyes I'd inherited from my
father's side of the family gave me an unusual and exotic look.  Framing my
face was straight, dark brown hair that spilled down over my shoulders to
just above my shoulder blades. 

   Ever since I was a little girl people have told me how pretty I am, and
this only increased as my body developed during my teenage years.  I'd come
to accept and enjoy my beauty, and definitely can't claim to be free from
vanity, but I'd also been determined to not be defined by just my looks.  I
studied hard in high school and earned some scholarships and grants but not
nearly enough to cover tuition, books, housing, and other costs over the
six years it took me to get my masters degree.  My parents divorced when I
was young and my mom raised me by herself after that.  She did what she
could, but she had little money to contribute to my education. 

   So I'd turned to the government's student loan program to cover the
costs and the debt had mounted at a staggering pace.  I reasoned that my
advanced degree would eventually pay for itself with a career in the
business world, and now it had, although not in a way I ever could have
imagined.  Ironically my drive to become much more than just my looks had
left me vulnerable to manipulation by my company which had cynically
steered me into a job where only my beauty really mattered.

   After brushing my hair I walked back into the bedroom and stared at my
nude body in the full length mirror on the closet door.  This is going to
be my uniform at work, I thought to myself incredulously.  I turned to view
it at different angles to picture what many others would be seeing today.

   My breasts aren't overly large but are firm and hang nicely over my flat
stomach.  They are tipped by pinkish half dollar-sized aureolas and
sensitive nipples that become erect whenever I'm cold or aroused, which I
assumed would be a nearly permanent condition working naked in an air
conditioned building.  The tan lines had faded after a week in the tanning
booth and my skin was smooth and unblemished.

   I turned and looked at my toned.  perfectly formed butt which I'd always
thought was my body's best feature.  I didn't see an extra pound out of
place on my frame, which is slender without being too thin or anorexic
looking, and my legs were long and well-toned.  "Dancer's legs" my mom had
once called them and they still looked good even though I hadn't danced
much in awhile.  Overall my body was beautifully proportioned and I knew I
was reaching the peak of my sexual desirability.  If this is going to be my
uniform at least it's a damned attractive one, I thought.  Okay, like I
said, I'm not exactly free from vanity.

   I stood in front of the mirror with my feet spread at shoulder width and
my hands at my sides, which was one of the two positions I was required to
be in while waiting for further instructions as a mailgirl.  My pubic area
was completely shaved now as required by the "grooming standards" specified
in the Mailgirls manual and I could see this left my pussy lips more
clearly visible.

   I got down on my knees into the kneeling position I'd also been taught
by Mariko, sitting back on my haunches with my knees spread, my back
slightly arched thrusting my breasts forward, and my hands on my thighs. 
My pussy was even more visible in this pose and provided a glimpse of my
clit peeking out.  I scooted myself around on the carpet to look at myself
from various angles and there was no denying the fact that it was a very
submissive and erotic pose.  Knowing I'd be required to be in this position
in rooms full of clothed people would make it even more humiliating.

   I decided to stop before I totally freaked myself out and I stood and
opened the closet door.  It took a surprisingly long time to decide what I
was going to wear to work considering it would be coming off almost
immediately when I got there, but I finally decided on a light cotton
summer dress.  I pulled it on, along with a white thong and a pair of
leather sandals, and suddenly I was ready to leave for work. 

   It took an almost five minute internal pep talk to get my feet moving
toward the door.



   SUNRISE

   It was around seven a.m.  and the sun was already rising in the late
spring sky as I pulled into the employee parking lot.  Outside my window
loomed the large complex that housed Dumpster Dawg Enterprises, (or DDE as
it was known to most people).  Unlike Hiromoto headquarters which was
located in downtown Tokyo and housed only the company's executive and
administrative offices, DDE's complex was built on a large tract of
suburban land and much of the work on the company's gaming, film, and
software development projects was done here.

   "The tower," as the executive and administrative building was known, sat
on the northwest corner of the property and is a circular ten story
structure shaped liked a cylinder.  Adjacent to it on the north side stood
the largest wing of the complex, a long five story building where the
company's PC and console games were developed.  Connected to the east was a
much smaller four story building where the company's research and
development for future projects took place.  Connected to that building and
running south was a low two story wing which housed mostly security,
maintenance, and IT personnel.

   On the south side of the complex was perhaps its most unique
architectural feature: a series of wings - each one story higher than the
other - that curved around and rose like steps toward the tower until
connecting to it on the eighth floor, leaving only the top two floors of
the tower with a full 360 degree view.  Grass and trees were planted on the
roof of each wing and were popular spots for employees to step out for
fresh air on breaks.  The south side contained offices for the film
production department, marketing, sales, accounting and more administrative
offices, along with a studio, auditorium, and cafeteria.  In the center of
the complex was an open-aired courtyard with a large fountain and benches.

   DDE's headquarters was an award winning architectural design, and
although it was technically one building each of the different wings had a
unique personality and work environment.  It also covered a much larger
area than Hiromoto headquarters meaning that being a mailgirl here would be
challenging, beyond just the obvious challenge of being nude.  Fortunately
I'd be limited to working in only the tower at first so I'd remain
unexposed to the majority of the company's employees, at least for now.

   As I stared out the window at the complex I had to fight off the urge to
start my car and just drive and keep driving until I was far, far away. 
After a few minutes I finally worked up the nerve to get out and start
walking toward my new job. 



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 13

   Outside the entrance to the tower a local news crew was setting up for a
live shot and I was certain it had something to do with the Mailgirls
program.  The press release had gone out announcing the program late Friday
afternoon - too late to be covered by the major network news programs which
had been the intent.  The 24-hour cable news networks had begun talking
about it over the weekend but now that it was Monday it was expected that
the news coverage and controversy would begin to ramp up.  As I walked
toward the entrance I was afraid that the news crew somehow knew I was a
mailgirl and would try to interview me, but they ignored me as I went past
and entered the building.

   The security guard at the lobby entrance checked my ID and allowed me to
pass.  I walked through the lobby, entered the stairwell and descended down
into the building's basement.  The tower's basement was used mostly for
storage, and a makeshift locker room had been set up for Kelly and me in an
unused utility room.  Barbara had told us that a full mailgirls locker room
modeled after the one at Hiromoto headquarters - complete with two way
mirror - would be constructed in another wing once the company fully
committed to the program, but for now, thankfully, we had some privacy.

   Inside I found Kelly sitting fully clothed on the short wooden bench
provided us.

   "Hey, Kell," I said.  "How are you feeling?"

   "Scared.  Nervous.  How about you?"

   "The same," I replied.  "I guess we're going to do this, huh?"

   Kelly shrugged.  "What choice do we have?"

   "Not much," I said as I sat down beside her.  We sat there quietly for a
minute before Kelly spoke again.

   "Hey, thanks for helping me out last week in Barbara's office.  I guess
I had a panic attack or something.  That's never happened to me before."

   No problem," I replied, "although I'm not sure how much I helped you.  I
talked you into signing the nudity waiver, after all."

   "Yeah, but that's what I needed to do and I knew it.  I was just
flipping out thinking about being forced to work bare assed naked for two
f*cking years!  I didn't know anyone in town when I moved here for this job
so almost all of my friends work here.  What the hell are they going to
think of me when they find out I'm a naked delivery girl?"

   "Do any of them know about this yet?" I asked.  "I mean that you're
going to be a mailgirl?"

   "God no," Kelly replied. 

   I could definitely relate.  I'd also moved to this area for the job so
almost all of my friends worked here, too..  My best friend Stephanie had
been sending me angry texts about the Mailgirls program from almost the
moment it had been announced, so I couldn't imagine what she was going
think of me when she found out I was a mailgirl.  All she was knew right
now was that I was working on a secret project that I couldn't talk about.

   "Ah hell," Kelly said as she stood up and began unbuttoning her blouse,
"let's do this.  This is so totally crazy we may as well have fun with it."
Kelly peeled off her shirt and tossed it over my head.  "Time to get into
uniform, number two," she said to me.  It was a running joke between us
about who would get to be number one if the company started assigning
numbers to their mailgirls like Hiromoto did.

   Our locker room consisted of a wooden bench, a couple of metal lockers,
a toilet stall, two sinks with a mirror above them, a small refrigerator
and microwave, and a shower area with two shower heads.  It was small and
basic but I was thankful there was no window or two way mirror for people
to watch us during our mandatory pre-shift shower and "grooming session."

   I put the lunch, water, and snacks I'd brought for the day into the
refrigerator, then took off my clothes and headed for the shower where
Kelly was already starting to soap up.  I turned on the shower, adjusted
the water temperature, then stepped in and began lathering up. 

   "God, this feels like I'm in the shower scene of every 'hot women in
prison' movie I've ever seen," Kelly said.

   "How many of those movies have you seen?" I laughed.

   "You don't want to know.  My boyfriend loves them."

   As we showered I couldn't help but sneak peeks at Kelly.  She had a
great body but I was especially envious of her boobs.  They were larger
than mine and were beautifully shaped and firm with just enough sag in them
to prove they were real.  It was very obvious why Barbara had targeted the
two of us to lure into their mailgirls program and I wondered now why I
hadn't seen it during that very first meeting.

   After washing my body and shampooing my hair it came time for the part
of the required grooming I really hated having to do here: shaving.  There
were no seats in the shower and Kelly was sitting down now on the tiled
floor with the shower stream still running over her, so I did the same. 

   I started with my underarms, then ran the razor over my legs.  Finally I
spread my legs and applied the shaving gel around my pubic area.  Just as I
was about to begin shaving the door opened and Barbara walked in with two
men.  I shrieked and closed my legs. 

   "You know the rules, girls," Barbara said.  "You're not allowed any
modesty while you're in the building.  Keep doing what you were doing."

   I reluctantly opened my legs and began shaving as the two men stared
openly at the two of us.  I recognized them from my memorization of the
building's management personnel as senior execs from the upper floors. 
"Incredible," one of them said.  "They look like models.  And you found
them in the company working for us, Barbara?"

   "Yes," she replied.  "They were in our management program."

   "No shit?" the other one said.  "They have advanced degrees?"

   "They both have MBA's," Barbara replied.  "Top of their classes."

   "Wow," the first one laughed.  "And now they're mailgirls.  But then I
guess MBA degrees are a dime a dozen but bodies like those sure as hell
aren't."

   It was humiliating to have them standing there staring at us like we
were a couple of zoo animals and talk about us as if we couldn't hear what
they were saying.  A month ago if you'd asked me if I would ever shave my
pussy in front of strangers I would have said no way in hell would I ever
do that.  Not for all the money in the world.

   I guess the incremental changes that led me to this point were like
knocking over dominos.  If you start with a small domino and then place a
slightly larger domino behind it and then another larger one behind that
one and kept doing that long enough then eventually knocking over that
first small domino would start a chain reaction which could, in theory
anyway, knock over a domino taller than the highest skyscraper.

   The first domino had fallen when I hadn't immediately walked out of
Barbara's office when she first asked us to get involved in the Mailgirls
program as managers.  And increasingly larger dominos kept falling after
that until today, less than a month later, I found myself shaving my pussy
in front of strangers for far less than all of the money in the world.

   I knew there was more to it than that, though.  As I continued to shave
I found that being forced into this humiliating position in front of these
men was becoming intensely arousing to me.  I had to resist the urge to
humiliate myself even further by thrusting my fingers deep inside myself
and bringing myself to a climax as they watched.  I began to wonder if this
newly discovered submissive streak was what had really driven me down this
path to a place where I subconsciously had always wanted to be.

   Whether I wanted to be here or not, naked and humiliated in the basement
of DDE's executive tower with no control over either my clothes or my life
is where I was now.  And this was only just the beginning.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 14

   SHOWTIME

   With our hair dried and our makeup applied, and as the clock ticked
closer to the beginning of our eight a.m.  shift, Kelly and I sat nervously
on the bench in our mailgirls "uniforms." We were completely nude except
for the smartwatches on our left wrists which were synced to the Mailgirls
network and would relay our pickup and delivery orders to us as well as
track our movements through the building.  Barbara and the two men had left
earlier leaving us alone with our thoughts.

   At precisely eight, the watch vibrated briefly on my wrist and I saw
that the status message had changed from "standby" to "active." We were on
duty!  Kelly and I gave each other a wide-eyed look and she laughed
nervously.  "Holy shit, we're really doing this!" she said.

   All there was to do now was wait for our orders which would lead us out
of the relative sanctuary of our little locker room and into a building
full of fully clothed office workers beginning their workday.  But as the
minutes passed by without any orders the tension only increased.  We were
both still sitting there at 8:30 and I asked Kelly if she thought maybe
something was wrong with the system.

   "God, I hope so," she replied.

   On one hand I was thankful for any delay to my first nude run, but it
was also nerve-racking sitting there waiting for it to happen and another
part of me just wanted to get it over with.  It was nearly nine o'clock
when my watch vibrated and flashed, nearly sending me through the ceiling.
I read my orders: Floor 8 - A5 - Pickup.  The timer below the message read
4:00, then began counting down to 3:59, 3:58, 3:57.  I had less than four
minutes to get to the eighth floor from the basement!  I looked at Kelly
then sprang to my feet and quickly headed for the door.  "Knock 'em dead,
number two!" Kelly shouted after me.

   I quickly reached the stairs and began climbing, my breasts jiggling
with each step.  This was the only set of stairs in the building so there
was always going to be a chance I'd run into regular employees on them as I
made my deliveries, but for now I was alone in the stairwell.  When I
finally reached the eighth floor I hesitated only briefly before opening
the door and entering.

   All work on the floor began grinding to an immediate halt as I came into
view and people began noticing me.  Those who didn't see me right away were
quickly alerted to my presence by their co-workers.  Barbara's office was
on the other side of the floor and I'm sure my face was crimson red as I
weaved my way past gawking office workers who had stopped dead in their
tracks and were blocking my path.

   As I entered Barbara's reception area my watch buzzed and flashed red
indicating I was late.  I'd missed my deadline by seventeen seconds. 
Barbara's secretary Jan flashed a crooked grin as she looked me over before
waving me into her office.

   Barbara was talking on her cellphone as I entered and she pointed down
toward the floor.  I got down on my knees and assumed the kneeling position
waiting for my instructions.  From what I could gather from Barbara's side
of the conversation she was talking to someone about the slow start to
their Mailgirls program.

   After she'd finished with the call Barbara walked over and stood above
me.  "You were late, Danica."

   "I'm sorry, ma'am, but it's difficult to get here from the basement in
four minutes."

   "Okay," she said.  "We didn't have time to properly test our time
parameters so some deadlines will be too short and others too long.  We'll
be adjusting them as we go, so there won't be any demerits given out until
we get them tweaked.  But don't take that as a license to loaf."

   "Yes, ma'am," I replied.

   "So tell me, what was the reaction you got on your way here?" she asked.

   "I don't think much work is going to get done when we're around, ma'am."

   Barbara let out a quick laugh.  'Yeah, well we expected that," she said.
"It'll take them awhile to get used to this, but they will." She began
circling around me inspecting every inch of my body.  "And how do you feel,
Danica?"

   How do I feel?  Nervous, scared, humiliated, excited, horny.  The whole
gamut of emotions was flooding through my body, but I didn't tell her any
of that.  "I'm fine, ma'am," I said.

   Barbara grunted, obviously displeased with my answer, but she didn't
press it.  She walked over and leaned back against her desk and began
speaking.

   "Obviously there's some reluctance so far to use our new delivery system
so I'm going to get the ball rolling here.  I don't have a delivery for you
so I'm going to send you back downstairs, but I want you to take a stroll
through every floor on the way.  I want everyone to see you and to let them
know we're in business.  No need to rush, a nice steady pace will be fine."

   My heart raced at the thought of having to do that.  Slowly walking nude
through the whole building sounded much worse than rushing somewhere to
make a delivery.  "Y-yes, ma'am," I replied nervously.

   "Go all the way back down to the basement, provided you don't get a
pickup order on the way, of course.  If Kelly is still there when you get
there then tell her to come up to my office one floor at a time doing the
same."

   "Yes, ma'am."

   Barbara waved her hand to dismiss me and I rose to my feet and walked to
the door.  "Oh, and vary your path through each floor walking back to the
stairs," she said as I exited.

   Since Barbara had told me to find a different path back to the stairs
that meant I had to snake my way past some desks and offices toward the
outer edge of the building and circled around that way.  Once again all
work came to a grinding halt as people gawked and leered at me with looks
that ranged from lusty approval to barely concealed contempt.  No one said
anything to me, though.  I knew that everyone in the building had been put
on alert to be very careful in how they interacted with the mailgirls at
risk of their jobs.  Even though we were nude the state's sexual harassment
laws still applied.

   As I said earlier, each wing of DDE's complex had its own unique
personality and the tower was strictly a corporate environment.  Although
CEO Dan Evans, one of the company's founders, was well known for wearing
blue jeans, collarless pullover shirts and sneakers, only those at the top
of the food chain could get away with that in this building.  The dress
code here was business attire - white shirts, ties and dress pants for the
men; stylish skirt suits, pantsuits or dresses for the women.  And then
there was me in my birthday suit.

   I finally reached the stairs and walked down to the eighth floor and got
virtually the same reaction there as I walked through it.  Even though I'd
spent an afternoon nude at Hiromoto headquarters, the Mailgirls program was
well established there and everyone was use to seeing nude women as a part
of their work environment.  That wasn't the case here and the sight of a
nude woman in an otherwise normal business environment must have been a
shock to the senses for a lot of people even though they'd been told in
advance it was going to happen.

   It was also a shock to my senses as well.  This was the most bizarre,
humiliating, and exciting thing I'd ever done in my life and my entire body
felt like a live wire was running through it.  Time seemed to move in slow
motion as I walked through floor after floor.  When I finally reached the
basement I felt an odd mixture of both relief and disappointment.

   Kelly was still waiting in the locker room when I entered.  She
immediately jumped to her feet when she saw me. 

   "Danica, what happened?  How did it go?" she asked excitedly.

   I told her everything including my experience walking through each
floor. Then I told her she was supposed to do the same on her way up to
Barbara's office.

   "Really?" Kelly said as she nervously ran her fingers through her hair.
Then she folded her arms beneath her breasts and took several deep breaths.
"Okay, I can do this, I can do this," she told herself.  She then turned
toward the door. 

   "Good luck, number two," I shouted as she exited the room.

   I was alone now, my body was on fire and I knew what I had to do.  I sat
down on the bench, spread my legs and thrust the fingers of my right hand
down into my throbbing pussy while caressing my breasts with my other hand.
The door to the locker room wasn't locked and anyone could have walked in
but I was past the point of caring at the moment.  It didn't take long
before I had such a powerful orgasm that I had to press a hand over my
mouth to muffle it and keep from being heard all the way to the top floor.

   Almost immediately my watch sprang to life.  Floor 3 - B5 - Pickup. 
2:00, 1:59, 1:58....

   Oh shit!



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 15

   FIRST DELIVERY

   I leapt off the bench and was heading toward the door when I realized my
fingers were covered in my juices and my pussy was still wet with a drop of
moisture running down my leg.  There's no way in hell I can go upstairs
like this, I decided.  I ran to the shower, turned it on and jumped in. 
The water was freezing but I didn't have time to adjust it so I just
grabbed the bottle of body soap and washed myself as fast as I could, then
quickly toweled off and ran from the room.  Parts of my body were still
damp, my skin was covered in goosebumps from the cold shower, and my
nipples were rock hard as I entered the stairwell.

   I was nearly two minutes late getting to my pickup spot.  I worried that
whoever had made the pickup order would be angry or would complain to
Barbara about it, but it turned out I had no need to worry.  Waiting for me
was a paunchy, sandy-haired man in his mid-30s wearing a rumpled white
shirt with one tail half untucked and a shit-eating grin on his face.  I
stopped in front of him and assumed the standing position, waiting for my
instructions.  The man looked at me, looked at his cellphone, and then
looked back at me.

   "Damn," he said with a huge grin, "I've got an app on my phone now that
I just have to click on and a beautiful naked woman comes running.  This is
the greatest invention ever!"

   "Yes sir," I responded, but I had to suppress a smile.  The man had been
standing in the doorway of his small office leaving me outside of it now in
full view of the cubicles around me.  In short order I was surrounded by
some of the employees from his department who began snapping pictures and
taking videos with their phones.  "Do you have a delivery for me, sir?" I
asked.

   "Um, yeah," he said.  "Hold on."

   He moved in close to me, held his cellphone out as far away from us as
he could, then took a selfie of the two of us.  He jabbed the face of his
phone a few times, then went into his office and soon returned with the
photo that he'd retrieved from his printer and handed it to me.  "Here take
this to Dan Jensen on the sixth floor."

   "Yes sir," I replied as I looked at the photo.  I had a slightly
startled look on my face and both my breasts were visible while the man had
that same big mischievous grin.  "Is there anything else, sir."

   "Yeah, tell Dan to go f*ck himself.  And also ask him if he wants to
play golf on Saturday."

   "Yes sir," I responded, not quite sure what to make of either the photo
or the message.  "And can I tell him the name of the person sending the
message?" This guy was a low level manager so he hadn't been on the list of
executives I'd been given to memorize.

   "Bob Jensen.  I'm his older brother but the little douchebag is working
higher in the building than I am and making more money than me.  Oh, and
his wife is better looking than mine, too."

   "Yes sir." I stood there for a moment waiting, then realized he didn't
know what he was supposed to do.  "Sir, you'll need to use the Mailgirls
app to set the delivery address."

   "Oh shit, sorry," he said.  "Am I supposed to know his office code?"

   "No sir, just go to the names tab, select the letter 'J' and then scroll
down until you find his name.  Select it and the address will pop up on my
watch along with the delivery deadline."

   The man poked his cellphone a few times and my watch lit up.  Floor 6 -
A9 - Delivery.  3:00.  I turned to head for the stairs.

   "I hate to see you go but I love to watch you leave," he shouted after
me.

   I quickly made my way up the stairs and through the sixth floor until I
reached my delivery destination.  My watch flashed green as I entered the
office indicating I'd finally made my first deadline of the day.  A man
looked up from his desk with an astonished look on his face as I entered.
He was thinner and better dressed than his brother but I could definitely
see the family resemblance in the face.  "I have a delivery for you, sir,"
I said as I handed him the photo and repeated the message I'd been given
word for word.  The man burst out laughing. 

   "I should've known my brother would be the first one to jump on the
Mailgirls crazy train," he said.  His eyes scanned my body from head to
toe. "God, you're beautiful.  I wasn't sure about this whole naked delivery
thing before but I've got to say I'm warming to it."

   "Thank you sir," I replied.  "Do you have any deliveries for me?"

   "Um, yeah," he said.  "Can you take a message back to my brother?"

   "Of course."

   "Come out here for a minute," he said as he walked by me and exited his
office.  I followed him out the door as he waved someone over from a nearby
cubicle and handed him his phone.  "I want to get my picture with you, too,
if you don't mind."

   "Of course, sir."

   "Hey, don't you girls do this thing where you kneel on the floor while
you're waiting?" he asked.

   "Yes sir."

   "Could you do that for me?"

   I went down on my knees and assumed my kneeling posture as Dan Jensen
stood behind me and the guy snapped off a couple of photos.  Dan then
disappeared into his office with the phone and returned several minutes
later and handed the picture to me.  It showed me kneeling while he stood
behind me in a Superman pose with his legs spread, his fists pressed
against his sides with his elbows out wide, and an attempt at a stern,
heroic look on his face.  It was actually pretty funny, but seeing myself
in a submissive position like that sent a fresh wave of arousal through my
body.  God, this is bad, I thought to myself.  I can't control it at all.
After my orgasm in the locker room my arousal level had been knocked down
to a low level buzz, but it was starting to build again.

   "Take this down to my brother and tell him I don't need to f*ck myself
because I've got a hot wife to do that for me.  And tell him I'll set up a
tee time on Saturday morning at Rolling Pines."

   After also having to show Dan how to use the app I returned to the third
floor and his brother Bob who got a hearty laugh out of both the picture
and the message.  I have to admit that I liked the two brothers.  Their
funny pictures and messages to each other helped to relieve the tension of
my first day as a mailgirl so I was a little disappointed when Bob released
me from further service. 

   Since I had no current delivery orders I made may way toward the floor's
Mailgirls mat to wait.  It had been placed in a spot that would provide
maximum exposure to the most people and as I kneeled on it I could feel
their eyes on me.  Delivering messages between floors kept me busy enough
to help keep my mind off of my situation but I had plenty of time to think
about it now. 

   I thought back to my first experiences with exhibitionism as a high
school girl, although I'm not sure if you can really call it exhibitionism
since no one ever saw me.  My mom frequently worked graveyard shifts as a
nurse in the local hospital leaving me alone at night.  During the summer
when it was warm outside I would often go out into my backyard, strip off
my clothes, and walk around in the nude imagining myself in all kinds of
scenarios that usually involved being forced out of my clothes as some kind
of punishment.  One of my favorite fantasies was that I'd broken some
serious rule and my high school had given me the ultimatum of either
expulsion or attending school in the nude for the remainder of the school
year.  Imagining the humiliation of being forced to walk down the hallway
or sit in class naked in front of all of my friends and classmates had
fueled many masturbation sessions during my senior year.

   A lot of kids go wild when they get to college and away from home for
the first time, but I was just the opposite.  After years of seeing my mom
struggle to raise me and make ends meet I decided I was going to get into a
career that would allow me to help her out and gain financial independence
for myself.  I chose a business major and buckled down for six years to
earn my MBA.  My nude in public and humiliation fantasies had been buried
and mostly forgotten in favor of pursuing my goals in the real world.

   Now, though, my old fantasies and the real world had suddenly collided
in shocking fashion.  This was no fantasy and I wasn't pretending in my
mom's backyard.  I really was naked in the middle of a busy office building
with no easy access to my clothes and forced to kneel in a submissive
position in front of a bunch of fully clothed people.  After all those
years of hard work and studying, my path had somehow led to this
humiliating destination. 

   Even more shocking was a thought that kept forcing itself into my head
no matter how hard I tried to suppress it: I'm really glad that it had.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 16

   AN INVITATION

   I was kneeling on a mat on the fourth floor when I got the command via
my watch to go to an office on the ninth which I recognized immediately as
Barbara's office.  When I arrived there I found Kelly already kneeling on
the floor.  Barbara, of course, was on her cellphone as she always seemed
to be.  Kelly and I flashed quick smiles at each other as I joined her
kneeling on the floor.  Since our breaks were staggered in order to keep
one of us always on duty, we'd barely seen each other since early that
morning.

   We were waiting at least a good ten minutes before Barbara finally hung
up.  "Okay girls," she said as she turned to us, "I'm going to call it a
day.  No more deliveries." This surprised me since it was only about five
p.m.  with still an hour left in our shift.  "I want to hear your
impressions about how it went today, and you can dispense with the
submissive 'ma'am' stuff for now."

   "Pretty slow," Kelly replied.  "Especially in the morning." I nodded in
agreement.  I did have one stretch in the afternoon where I'd had three
straight pickup and deliveries, but the majority of the day had been spent
kneeling on mats being gawked at by surrounding office workers.

   "Some of the people weren't quite sure how to use the app," I added.

   Barbara nodded.  "Both of those things were expected considering how
quickly this program was thrust on people with little advance notice or
training.  A lot of people don't really know what to make of this.  The
goal today was to just get the program rolling." Barbara was talking to us
now as if we were fellow employees rather than servant girls. 

   "Tomorrow we're doing something different," she continued.  "It'll be
kind of a training day.  We're going to require everyone below the ninth
floor authorized to call a mailgirl to summon one, even if they don't have
a delivery, and send you to another office.  In retrospect we probably
should've done something like that today, but this has been a learning
process for everyone."

   Oh my god, I thought.  We're going to be so busy tomorrow. 

   "We'll be assigning people different time frames for this so you won't
be hammered all at once or run ragged," Barbara said.  "We want everyone to
know, though, that using mailgirls to deliver important or time sensitive
communications and packages is mandatory, not optional." If there'd been
any thought that either Barbara or the company might be wavering on going
forward with the Mailgirls program after a slow start it was being shot
down.

   "So tell me, how was your interaction with the other employees?" she
asked.  "I'm sure they stared but were you subjected to any physical or
verbal abuses?" We both shook our heads.

   "It's more like they treated me like I was radioactive," Kelly said. 
"No one wanted to get too close." Other than the Jensen brothers, my
experience had been largely the same.

   "They were strongly reminded of the state's sexual harassment laws,"
Barbara replied, "but eventually we'll try to find a happy medium between
radioactive and grabby."

   Barbara let us silently digest everything we'd been told as she logged
onto her computer.  A short time later her printer came to life and she
retrieved what looked like a spreadsheet.  After examining it for a couple
of minutes she began speaking again.

   "It's a small sample size but it looks like most of our delivery
deadlines were fairly close," she said.  "A few will need to be adjusted,
though.  There's one run that sticks out like a sore thumb, though." She
turned her attention away from the spreadsheet and looked at me.  "You were
almost two minutes late going from the basement to the third floor for a
pickup, Danica?"

   I gulped nervously, thinking about the quick shower I took after
masturbating in the basement locker room.  How could I possibly tell her
about that?  "Um, I was on the toilet when I got I got the order," I lied.

   "You know you can turn the watch to standby mode for up to five minutes
for bathroom breaks," she responded sharply. 

   "Yes, ma'am.  I'm sorry, I forgot."

   Barbara laid the spreadsheet on her desk, got to her feet, then walked
over and stood above me.  "Stand up, Danica," she commanded.  By the tone
of her voice it was obvious that she was no longer speaking to me as a
fellow employee.  She was in control and I was once again the lowly,
submissive mailgirl who was hers to command.

   I rose to my feet and assumed the required standing position with my
arms at my sides and my gaze lowered.  I saw my palms nervously rubbing my
bare thighs and I had to will them to stop.

   "Look me in the eyes," Barbara ordered and I obeyed, although it was
hard for me to hold her gaze.  She stared into my eyes as if looking into
my soul, and I was almost ready to shout, "I confess!  I was late because I
was busy doing the two fingered tango in the locker room!" Thankfully she
broke the silence first. 

   "I think I'm going to try out a new standing position for you girls and
I want you to demonstrate, Danica," she said.

   "Y-yes ma'am," I responded shakily.

   "Place your hands behind your back and grasp your left wrist with your
right hand.  Make sure your hands are placed on the small of your back and
don't cover any of that lovely ass of yours." I quickly complied.  "Now
arch your back and keep your head up, while lowering your eyes."

   After she was satisfied I was in the correct position she barked, "On
your feet, Kelly, and do the same." Kelly jumped to her feet and got into
position.  After circling us several times time and checking out this new
pose from every angle she stopped directly in front of us.  "Yes, I think I
like this better.  It helps thrust your breasts out more prominently.  The
other way there was a tendency to lower your head and slump your shoulders.
This will be your new standing position from now on."

   "Yes ma'am," we replied in unison.

   "Good," Barbara said.  "There's one more thing.  The top execs are
having a little get together tonight on the tenth floor to celebrate the
start of our Mailgirls program and the two of you are invited." The way she
said it made it clear that this was an invitation we weren't free to
decline.  The tenth floor was where the CEO and the top VP's had their
offices and was the only floor in the tower I'd never been on. 

   "And, yes, you're expected to be in uniform," Barbara said, answering
our unspoken question.  "Go down to the locker room, get showered, shampoo
your hair, reapply your makeup, and be back up to the tenth floor by six.
Take the stairs going down but you have permission to use the elevator
coming back up."

   "Go!" she said dismissively as she waved us out of the room.

   Kelly and I said little on the trip down the stairs and it wasn't until
we were both in the shower that she spoke up.  "The cast iron bitch was
almost human there for a couple of minutes," she said.  "I don't think she
bought your story about being on the toilet, though.  What were you really
doing?  Rubbing one out?" When I didn't respond she laughed out loud.  "Oh
my god, that is what you were doing isn't it?" I remained silent but I'm
sure the deep blush on my face told her all she needed to know.

   "Jesus, Danica, you really get off on this, don't you?  All the
humiliation and the naked slave girl bullshit with the 'yes sirs' and 'no
ma'ams' and holding your arms behind your back with your tits thrusting out
prominently.  You totally love it!" I couldn't deny any of it.

   "What about you?" I shot back.  "Aren't you the one who said she was an
exhibitionist?"

   "I said I was kind of an exhibitionist," Kelly responded.  "You know,
getting drunk and flashing my boobs at parties kind of stuff.  Being a
mailgirl is way out of my comfort zone."

   "But you were the one who first got naked in Tokyo and talked me into
doing it, too."

   "Yeah, I know," Kelly said.  "I wanted to try it as a lark.  As a career
choice?  Not so much."

   "So are you going to quit?" I asked.

   "I can't," she replied.  "I'm a little slave girl just like you are.  I
just don't get off on it like you do.  And you might be into what we're
doing now but what are you going to do the first time time a VP orders you
to go down on him in his office?"

   "They can't," I said.  "There are sexual harassment laws."

   Kelly snorted derisively.  "You think that's going to stop them?  Don't
be naive, Danica.  It'd be their word against yours and you're just a
naked, slutty little mailgirl.  Who's going to believe you?"

   "And what are you going to do if that happens?"

   "I don't know yet," she answered.  "I'll probably do whatever I have to
do for the next two years.  Once I'm out maybe I'll write a book about it.
Call it 'Confessions of a Mailgirl' or something like that."

   I thought about what Kelly had said.  What would I do if someone
powerful ordered me to perform sexual favors?  I had no idea.

   We finished our showers in silence and prepared ourselves for our trip
upstairs.  When we were ready the two of us walked naked to the elevator
and summoned it.  It was empty when it arrived.  We stepped into it and
Kelly pushed the button for the tenth floor.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 17

   THE TENTH FLOOR

   Since most of the tower's employees were leaving work now and would be
taking the elevator down rather than up, our elevator rose uninterrupted to
the top of the building.  Kelly took me by the hand and smiled at me
nervously as we climbed.  Whatever tensions or disagreements that might
occasionally erupt between us never lasted long.  For better or worse we
were in this together and no one else really understood what we were going
through. 

   We exited the elevator and walked toward a reception desk being manned
by a stylishly dressed woman who was about our age.  She laughed and shook
her head as we approached.  "I'm going to take a wild guess and assume
you're the mailgirls," she said.  "The lounge area is down the corridor and
is the fourth door on the left.  They're expecting you."

   Unlike the top floor at Hiromoto headquarters which served primarily as
a sanctuary for one man, the tenth floor here at DDE was very much a
working floor.  It housed the company's top executives along with their
secretaries and aides and we passed by several large, expensively furnished
offices, each with an unobstructed exterior view.  There were still some
people working and they stared at us as we strolled totally nude down the
corridor.  We weren't even wearing our watches since we were off duty now
and wouldn't need them. 

   I heard music coming from the lounge area as we approached and the glass
double doors were both open.  Kelly and I gave each other a nervous glance
and then stepped inside.  There were maybe about forty men and women inside
drinking and mingling but conversations came to a halt and all eyes turned
to us as we entered.  Kelly and I stood there still hand in hand not sure
what to do.  Finally a man wearing blue jeans, sneakers, and a collarless
pullover shirt with three buttons below the neck started whistling and
applauding and others followed suit.  I recognized the man immediately from
pictures I'd seen.  It was the CEO and founder of DDE, Dan Evans.

   I spotted Barbara walking towards us.  "Get into your new standing
positions," she commanded.  I let go of Kelly's hand, spread my legs to
shoulder width, placed my hands behind my back and lowered my gaze while
still keeping my head up.  "Arch your back a little more, Danica," she said
and I did as I was told.  It felt like I was sticking my tits out toward
the crowd as if to say, "look at these everyone!" It was definitely more
embarrassing than the old standing position which I'm sure is why Barbara
chose it.

   Barbara turned to the crowd to speak.  "I'd like to introduce you to
Danica and Kelly.  They gave up promising careers in our management program
in order to serve their fellow DDE employees and share their beauty with
all of us.  They will be the foundation of our new Mailgirls initiative
here at DDE and throughout North America." 

   I didn't really like the "gave up their careers to serve others" stuff
since it made it sound like this was permanent.  But then again, now that I
was standing here naked with my tits thrust out and my bare pussy on
display how could I ever hope to join these people someday as a colleague?
I realized then that even if this ended tomorrow my management aspirations
here at DDE were finished.

   "Follow me," Barbara said.  We walked through the crowd and approached a
bar being manned by a fortyish male bartender who looked like he'd just won
the lottery when he saw us.  "Your job tonight is to make sure everyone
keeps their glasses filled," she told us.  "Keep moving through the crowd
and when you see someone's drink getting low ask them if they'd like
another.  Refer to everyone as 'sir' or 'ma'am' and make no eye contact."

   So we weren't invited as guests, we were here to be naked cocktail
waitresses!  I should have known.  Barbara couldn't allow even a moment
when we were anything other than servant girls.

   Barbara had changed clothes since we'd last seen her and was now wearing
a black cocktail dress that bared some cleavage.  It was a stark change
from her usual power suit look and I realized now that she had a smoking
body beneath those jackets she always wore.  Barbara was a very attractive
woman with short, black hair and dark brown eyes, but she always exuded
such an air of confidence and control that she must have seemed
unapproachable to many men.  Maybe that's why she's never been married, I
thought to myself.

   After our first meeting I'd googled Barbara's name and was surprised to
learn that she was only 32 years old.  It's not that she really looked
older than that it's just that her executive position in the company, along
with the way she carried herself, made her seem older.

   I also found out she was a Stanford grad with a master's degree in
Psychology which, at the time, seemed like an odd major for someone
interested in a business career.  Now that I'd witnessed the head games
that she played and the way she manipulated people I decided that it might
just be the perfect major for working your way up the corporate ladder. 
And she'd done that very quickly at DDE, rising to become VP of Public
Relations in less than five years.  Not only was she currently running the
Mailgirls program, she was also orchestrating the public response by the
company to the controversy it was stirring.  Once upon a time, not so long
ago, I would've looked up to Barbara as a possible mentor.  Now I just
wanted to avoid pissing her off.

   Kelly and I walked into the crowd to take drink orders, then returned to
the bartender to get them filled.  It turned out he was a talented
mixologist who had the ability to mix multiple drinks without ever taking
his eyes off of my tits.

   My second time through the crowd I was waved over by Barbara who was now
standing with Dan Evans.  "Gin and tonic," she said as she handed me her
empty glass.  "And I think Dan is ready for another."

   Dan was drinking Heineken out of the bottle and he took a final swig and
handed it to me with a smile.  After I'd returned with their drinks I was
ready to leave when Dan said, "Hold on, Danica, I'd like to talk to you for
a minute."

   "Yes sir," I replied and got into my standing position with my arms
behind my back.  Dan laughed as I did this.

   "You definitely have them well trained, Barbara.  At ease soldier," he
said to me.  "Relax."

   "Yes sir," I said as I dropped my arms to my side.

   "And forget the 'sir' stuff.  You can call me Dan and look me in the
eyes.

   I lifted my eyes and smiled appreciatively.  "Okay, Dan.  Thank you." 

   I knew Dan Evans was in his early forties but he was slim and still had
a boyish look.  He was handsome in a geeky sort of way and I'm sure the
fact that he was worth many millions helped add to his appeal.  What I
liked best is that he talked to me like I was a real person.  He asked me a
number of questions about my background, my life, and my plans, and seemed
genuinely interested in my responses.  Barbara stood by quietly listening
to all of it.  "And what do you think of your new job?" he asked.

   "It's, um...interesting," I replied as diplomatically as I could.

   Dan laughed.  "I'm sure it is." Then he got serious for a moment. 
"Listen, I know this is probably difficult for you and Kelly.  I'm sure it
wasn't what you signed up for when you came to work for us, but we couldn't
have gotten this thing off the ground without you two.  Thank you."

   I was surprised to find my eyes starting to tear up but this was the
first moment since this started that anyone had shown any appreciation for
what I was doing or expressed that I was valued as anything other than
mindless eye candy.

   "Thanks Dan," I replied, trying to rein in my emotions.

   "So, Danica, is there anything you wanted to ask me?" I had about a
million questions I wanted to ask about my future in the Mailgirls program
but I decided to stay away from that subject with Barbara standing there.
"I've always wondered where how you came up with Dumpster Dawg Enterprises
as the name of the company."

   Dan laughed.  "Well it's kind of a long story, and I don't usually tell
it, but it's impossible to resist a beautiful naked woman.  I guess you
know how the company first got started?"

   "Yes.  In your garage," I said.

   "My parents' garage actually.  I'd just dropped out of college and me
and few of my fellow geek buddies decided to try to write a computer game.
You can imagine how thrilled my folks were." I laughed at this.

   "Anyway there was this kid from the neighborhood who used to hang
around. I call him a kid but he was actually about our age.  He had no
programming skills but we used to let him do odd jobs and would throw a
buck or two his direction every so often.  This guy was a total slob and at
night would go dumpster diving behind fast food places for food that was
tossed out.  Burgers, tacos, fried chicken that kind of stuff.  I mean they
were wrapped up or in boxes but I wouldn't each shit that came out of a
dumpster."

   "Definitely not," I agreed.  It felt so good to be engaged in an adult
conversation.

   "So we started calling this kid Dumpster Dawg.  When the time came to
try to find a distributor for our game - which was the first 'Gangsta' as
I'm sure you know - we had to come up with a name for our company.  So I
called it Dumpster Dawg Enterprises as a joke.  I mean, I didn't think we'd
be in business for a year, much less twenty."

   Dan took a swig of his beer before continuing.  "I suppose it's not an
ideal name for a multi-billion dollar corporation but it does provide a
certain image that appeals to our primary demographic."

   "And whatever happened to the kid?" I asked.  "Dumpster Dawg?"

   "After we made it big he found a lawyer to sue us for royalties. 
Claimed we named the company after him.  Since we kind of did, we settled
out of court.  He's still a slob but is now a slob living in a mansion with
a pool."

   I laughed and was hoping to hear more, but Barbara put her hand on his
arm and began speaking.  "That's a great story but I think we've dominated
a bit too much of Danica's time.  There are some people here with empty
glasses."

   Dan shrugged his shoulders.  "The boss speaks," he said.  The whole
exchange struck me as odd.  It was almost like a wife trying to shut up a
husband who was droning on at a party.  I knew that Dan had a wife and two
kids at home, though, not to mention being Barbara's boss here at work. 
She seemed able to exert control even when with the CEO of the company.

   Once again I became the submissive servant girl.  "Thank you for the
story, sir," I said as I returned to my duties. 

   It was was nearly nine o'clock by the time I made it home to my
apartment.  I ate some leftovers from out of the fridge, poured myself a
glass of wine and tried to watch some TV, but the events of the day kept
swirling through my mind.  Since I'd previously worked in another wing in
the compound I hadn't really known any of the employees in the tower today,
but I couldn't help but wonder if my friends at the company knew about this
yet.  Thinking about it reminded me I hadn't checked my phone for messages
all day. 

   I retrieved the phone from my purse and one of the first texts I read
was from my best friend Stephanie.  It said, "ur a mailgirl?  wtf?!?!" They
knew.  I didn't want to read any more so I shut off the TV and went to bed.
My first day as a mailgirl had been a long one.

   The next morning I woke up again before the alarm.  As I got out of bed
to get ready I realized something strange.

   I couldn't wait to get back to work.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 18

   It had been over six weeks since beginning my new life as a mailgirl and
I was already seeing changes in my body as I examined it in my bedroom
mirror.  It was becoming an athlete's body -toned and fit, built for
movement.  This had become part of my morning ritual, examining my nude
body from every angle.  It was my work uniform, after all, and I wanted to
make sure it looked its best.  I'd used to do the same thing back in the
days when I'd dressed for work, checking my outfit in the mirror before
leaving for the day.  This is no different, I told myself, although I knew
that it was.  I'd never felt the same sense of nervous excitement and
anticipation in those days when checking out what others would be seeing at
work.  Even after six weeks those feelings hadn't diminished.

   I always arrived at work by seven each morning, Monday through Friday,
and was on duty as a mailgirl from eight until six.  Barbara often asked
one of us to stay late and serve drinks to executives in the tenth floor
lounge as they unwound from the day and I always volunteered.  I didn't
mind it since it gave me an excuse to remain naked and I soon discovered
that what Mariko had said was true: a mailgirl is seen by all yet remains
invisible.  These execs openly discussed their work without any thought as
to what I might hear.  I was just a lowly mailgirl, after all, and I soon
knew things about current projects and future plans for the company that
few others below the ninth floor knew.

   Barbara also started asking one of us to come in for a few hours on
Saturday and I volunteered for that as well.  I worked long days, came home
tired, and went to bed early.  The next day I always woke up reinvigorated,
anxious to get back to work.

   I'd stopped wearing clothes in my apartment about a month ago.  The more
time I spent out of them the more constrictive they felt when I put them
on. Many days the only time I wore anything at all was on the commute to
and from work, and even then I wore the bare minimum.  After spending time
each day for a couple of weeks deciding what to wear to work I realized
that was silly, so I just started wearing a simple cotton dress held up by
a couple of thin straps and just long enough to keep me legal.  I wore
nothing beneath it.  I'd even stopped wearing shoes for the commute and
remained barefoot throughout the day.  I was reverting to a simpler, more
primitive state, and despite the subservient nature of my job there's a
kind of freedom in that.

   The only exception was on Fridays.  That was the day each week that
Kelly and I went out for drinks after work to blow off steam, so I always
dressed up on that day.  I really needed that interaction with her because
otherwise my social life was non-existent. 

   A couple of weeks after starting as a mailgirl I was invited to a party
by my friends from work and it'd been awful.  They all knew I was a
mailgirl, although none of them had seen me naked yet since they all worked
in another part of the compound, and the night had been awkward and
uncomfortable.  My best friend Stephanie barely spoke to me, and when she
finally did it was to go on a harangue about how I was helping put the
cause of women's rights back a hundred years.  My other friends either
tiptoed around the subject of my new job or made lewd and suggestive
comments about it.  By the time I left that night I vowed I'd never do that
again and I hadn't been invited back out with them anyway.

   So my Friday nights with Kelly were important to me.  Important to both
of us really.  Her relationship with her boyfriend was on the rocks because
of the job and she was too embarrassed about being a mailgirl to even want
to see her old friends, so I was her crying shoulder. 

   Kelly was struggling with being a mailgirl.  It wasn't the nudity, which
she actually kind of enjoyed, or the physical demands of the job.  What
rankled her was being treated as an inferior by people who often lacked her
education, intelligence, and work ethic.  She hated that she couldn't
interact with the other tower employees as an equal and had to bow and
scrape before everyone in the building.  And she really hated Barbara who
came down hard on Kelly every time she tried to deviate from her script as
a lowly naked servant girl.

   As for me, I was thriving as a mailgirl.  It was such an incredible
feeling taking off my dress in the locker room each morning knowing I'd be
spending the day working naked in a building filled with well-dressed
people.  What made it even more of a turn on was the fact that I had
virtually no choice in the matter.  I knew now that I had a submissive
streak a mile wide and everything that Kelly hated about the job - the
forced servitude, the kneeling, the loss of autonomy - were all things that
excited me.  I don't know where this desire to be controlled and put on
display for all to see came from but it now felt like it had been hardwired
into my system all along.  It'd simply taken Barbara to flip the switch and
activate it.

   I'd also come to believe there was an artistic aspect to what we were
doing that went beyond just sexual titillation.  There's beauty in the nude
female form in motion and I'd begun to think of our near constant movement
through the building as a kind of performance art.  Maybe that's just a lie
I told myself to feel better about what I was doing, but every time I saw
Kelly pass by on her way somewhere I was struck by the fleeting beauty she
brought to an otherwise prosaic work environment.  I sometimes wished that
I could leave my body and see myself through others' eyes as I provided
those same brief glimpses of feminine allure.  I frequently thought of the
grace that Mariko brought to every aspect of her job and I sought to
emulate that.

   I even liked the demanding physical aspects of the job.  After a slow
start, and a lot of browbeating by Barbara to get them to use us, most
people in the tower had finally come around to the idea of using mailgirls
for the majority of their interdepartmental communications and deliveries.
With just two of us serving the entire building, Kelly and I were kept very
busy these days.  After a great deal of tweaking, our deadlines had been
adjusted to the point where we were kept moving at a brisk pace but without
having to kill ourselves trying to meet them.  After a lot of sore muscles
early on, my body now felt like a finely tuned machine and I seldom failed
to meet a deadline.

   It was almost time to leave for work so I reluctantly pulled my dress
on. I longed to leave it behind, to leave the apartment without it.  I
thought often about what it would feel like to live my life without any
access to clothes at all; to be balanced constantly on the precipice of
humiliation without a lifeline.  Even more, I longed for someone to force
me to do it since I knew I couldn't do it on my own.  What both excited and
frightened me was that I did know someone with the power to make me do it.
Someone who had already taken a normal girl and had laid her bare before
both her fellow workers and herself, forcing her to discover things about
herself she'd never known before. 

   Barbara had the power to make me do that if she desired.  That and much
more.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 19

   ANNA

   It had been a busy morning and I was finally getting a break between
runs.  I was kneeling on a fifth floor mat when she walked up and knelt
down in front of me.  I looked up and found myself staring into the face of
a pretty teenage girl.  I'd seen her around the building but I didn't know
who she was or what she did here.

   "Can I help you, ma'am?" I asked. 

   "Oh, you don't need to call me ma'am," she said.  "I'm just an intern."

   "Yes ma'am, but that still makes you my superior," I told her.

   "Oh...," she said, her voice trailing off as she thought about that.  "I
guess I'd still rather you not call me ma'am.  I won't tell anyone.  My
name is Anna."

   "Okay Anna," I said.  "My name is Danica.  What can I do for you?"

   "I was hoping I could talk to you for a minute.  If you have time that
is."

   "Sure," I replied.  "As long as I'm not called out on a delivery."

   Anna smiled.  "Thanks." She paused for a moment as if trying to compose
her thoughts.  "Um, I've seen you around and watched you deliver things
and, um....well I think you're very pretty!"

   "Thank you," I smiled, and waited for her to continue..

   Anna looked around nervously before continuing.  "So anyway I was
wondering if I could, um..." Her voice trailed off again and she took a
deep breath.  "I was hoping maybe I could get a job doing what you're doing
if they're hiring.  Could you help me?"

   I admit that I was a little stunned when I heard this.  "You mean as a
mailgirl?"

   Anna nodded her head.  "Yes!"

   The girl was certainly pretty enough and looked like she had a very nice
figure, but she was so young looking!  "How old are you anyway?" I asked.

   "I'm eighteen," she replied.  "I just graduated from high school."

   "And you say you're an intern?  Is it just for the summer?"

   Anna nodded.  "Yes.  My mom knows a woman who works here and she helped
get me a summer internship."

   "And then what?  Are you planning on going to college in the fall?"

   "I was," she said, "but when I saw what you and the other girl were
doing I thought that looked really fun and exciting and that maybe I could
do that for awhile and make some money."

   This girl was super cute but had a quiet and shy demeanor about her. 
She didn't seem like the Girls Gone Wild type.  "You know you have to do
this job naked, right?"

   "Yes," she giggled.

   "Anna, have you ever done anything like this before?" I asked her. 
"Getting naked in front of other people, I mean?"

   She shook her head.  "Oh no," she said.  "I've never done anything like
that.  I've never really done anything weird or crazy before."

   "It's very difficult and nerve-wracking," I told her, "especially at
first.  How do you know you can do it?"

   "I don't really," she said.  "Did you ever do anything like this before
you started?"

   "No," I admitted.  "Let's just say I had a lot of motivation to do it,
though.  I still don't understand why you want to do this."

   "I don't know," she said.  "It just seems like it would be exciting.  Is
it?  Is it exciting?"

   "It is for me," I admitted, "but it would be humiliating for a lot of
people." I thought about what she had said about her parents helping her
get this internship.  "Do you still live at home, Anna?"

   "Yes," she said.  "I live with my mom.  My parents are divorced."

   "And what would she think about this if you became a mailgirl?"

   Anna looked down at the floor.  "She'd hate it."

   I thought about my mom and the first conversation we had over the phone
after she'd found out that I'd become a naked delivery girl.  Let's just
say that it hadn't gone well.  We've had many conversations since then and
we both avoid talking about my job, but I can still hear the disappointment
in her voice when I talk to her.  As I looked at Anna she seemed so sweet
and innocent that I just felt a strong urge to protect her.

   "I really don't think this is a good idea, Anna, and I don't think
they're hiring mailgirls right now anyway.  Go to college and get your
degree." Just then an alert came over my watch.  It was a pickup on the
seventh floor.  I rose to my feet and Anna did as well.  "I have to go," I
said.

   Anna grasped me by the hand.  "Can you at least give me a name of
someone to talk to, Danica?  Please?"

   I thought about it for a moment.  She's old enough to make her own
decisions, I said to myself.  "Talk to Barbara Anderson on the ninth
floor," I said and then left her as I headed for the stairwell.

   It continued to be a busy workday but my mind kept returning to Anna.  I
kept second guessing myself about whether or not I should have given her
Barbara's name.  She would've found it out on her own sooner or later, I
reasoned, but it was still bothering me.  I also wondered if I should have
done more to discourage her, but I really hadn't had much time with her.  I
should've at least told her not to sign anything without talking to me
first.  I resolved to stop and talk with Anna some more the next time I saw
her, even if it meant missing a delivery deadline.  I continued my runs
through the building, though, without seeing her.

   Not long after my lunch break a pickup order popped up on my smartwatch.
It came from Barbara's office.  I made the now familiar hike up to the
ninth floor and when I entered her office I was shocked to see Anna
kneeling on the floor.  She was completely nude.  Anna looked up at me
briefly with a terrified look on her face and then back down to the
floor. 

   Oh my God, I thought, I should've kept my mouth shut.  I should never
have let Anna come here.

   "I understand that you and Anna have met already," Barbara said to me.

   "Yes, ma'am," I replied.

   "She's interested in becoming a mailgirl and I thought I'd ask your
opinion since I understand you sent her to me."

   "I tried to talk her out of it, ma'am.  I told her I didn't think we
were hiring right now."

   "We're not, but she already works here as an intern and has asked to
continue her internship as a mailgirl.  After that, if she does well, she'd
be in line to be offered the job full time."

   "She's too young, ma'am," I protested.

   "She's eighteen," Barbara said.  "She's of legal age."

   "Oh, c'mon Barbara," I said sharply, dropping my subservient demeanor.
"Look at her.  She looks scared to death!" I expected an immediate rebuke
from Barbara but she just looked at me intently, carefully studying my
face.

   "Why don't we ask Anna?" she said finally as she turned her attention to
the girl on the floor.  "Do you really want to do this, Anna?

   "Oh yes, please!" she said anxiously.  Then she turned to me with
pleading eyes.  "Please let me do this, Danica!"

   "Why?" I asked.  "Why is it so important to you?"

   "It just is," she said.

   "I'll tell you what, Danica," Barbara said, "we'll have her follow you
around for the rest of the afternoon and then let her decide after that if
she really wants to do this."

   "Can't we at least let her wear clothes?"

   "What would be the point of that?" Barbara responded.  "Delivering
packages isn't the difficult part of the job.  Her clothes will be here if
at any point she wants to come back and put them on."

   I sighed and shrugged my shoulders resignedly.  "Yes, ma'am," I said.

   "Great!" Barbara said.  "I even have a delivery for you two." She picked
up a manilla envelope that was lying on her desk and handed it to me, then
punched the delivery address into her phone.  My watch came to life.  It
was a delivery to the fifth floor.

   "Come with me, Anna," I said.

   Anna leapt to her feet and followed me out the door.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 20

   CHAOS

   Anna followed me down the stairs and through the fifth floor door.  I
stopped for a moment and turned to look at her.  She had placed her left
arm across her breasts and her right hand was covering her pussy.  "You
need to keep your hands at your sides, Anna," I told her.  "If you're going
to do this then you then you need to do it right." Anna obeyed and I got a
good look at her nude body.

   She really had a lovely figure with b-cup sized breasts highlighted by
puffy nipples and a smooth, firm rear.  I was a little surprised to see she
was about my height with long, shapely legs.  I guess I'd imagined she was
smaller and more petite as she knelt in front of me this morning.  And I
was very surprised to see that her pubic area was shaved bare.  Anna had a
woman's body, it was her face that made her look so young.  She had long
brown hair that hung down to the middle of her back, blue eyes, a cute
upturned nose, and a shy smile.  It was a sweet, girl-next-door face and
she wore no makeup.  She didn't need it.  Anna was a natural beauty.

   "C'mon," I told her and we began making our way down the corridor.  I'd
gotten used to the stares by now, but obviously Anna was experiencing this
for the first time.  "Oh my god," I heard her say quietly as she followed
behind me. 

   My watch flashed green as I entered the destination office and a female
receptionist looked up disapprovingly at me.  "I have a delivery, ma'am," I
said as I handed the envelope to her.  She glanced at it briefly then
looked startled to see Anna approaching the desk.

   "Aren't you an intern?" she asked.  Anna nodded.  "Oh honey, don't tell
me you're going to start doing this, too?" 

   "Yes, ma'am." Anna replied.

   The woman shook her head and then gave me a nasty look as if I was the
one making her do it.  "I have nothing for you," she said and waved us out.

   "Thank you, ma'am," I said, then took Anna by the hand and led her out
of the office. 

   "Thank you, ma'am," Anna repeated as we exited..

   Since we had no current pickup order I led her to the fifth floor
mailgirls mat and we both knelt down.  It was only after we got there that
I realized that this was the same mat on the same floor where I'd first met
her this morning.  We were getting some shocked stares from the people
around us.  "Is this the floor you work on?" I asked her.

   Anna nodded.  "Yes."

   "So you know these people here then?"

   "I know their faces," she said.  "I don't know all of them by name." She
was breathing heavily and I didn't know if it was from the journey here or
if it was from fear or excitement or panic.  Maybe it was all of the above.
I wondered again what was driving her to do this.

   We were there for maybe two minutes before a plump, middle-aged woman
came striding up to us.  "Anna!" she said loudly.  "What on earth are you
doing?"

   "Mrs.  Davis!  I...um, I'm going to be a mailgirl," she said nervously.

   "You are not!" the woman said.  "Your mother will kill me!" I assumed
this was the mother's friend who had helped Anna get the internship.  "Does
she know about this?" she asked.  Anna shook her head.  "Then get your
clothes back on.  I'm taking you home."

   "No!" Anna said.  "I'm going to be a mailgirl!" 

   The woman glared at Anna and then at me.  "I'm going to call your mom,"
she said as she turned and walked away.

   By now all work around us had come to a complete halt as everyone
watched the exchange.  I was on the receiving end of a lot of nasty looks
as if I had lured a child away from her mother with promises of candy. 
"Anna, let's go back to Barbara's office and get your clothes," I pleaded.
"You can do this another day after you talk to your mom."

   "No," she said.  "I have to do this now!" I sighed in exasperation. 
This girl was as stubborn as she was cute.  Thankfully an alert came across
my watch just then for a pickup on the seventh floor.  I grabbed Anna by
the hand and dragged her off the mat, eager to get out of the area.

   It was about an hour later as we were heading toward a pickup on the
sixth floor that I spotted the plump Mrs.  Davis striding down the corridor
towards us with an equally plump red-faced woman in tow.  "Mom!" Anna
gasped as she tried to hide behind me. 

   Oh shit, I thought.  I had no interest in getting involved in this
family drama.  "Hold on a second..." I started to say just as Anna's mom
landed a sucker punch to my gut. 

   "Get the f*ck out of my way you little slut," she hissed as I went down
gasping for breath.  "You're getting out of here now!" she shouted at Anna
as she grabbed her by the wrist.  When Anna resisted she slapped her hard
in the face. 

   By the time I was able to catch my breath, Anna's mom had dragged her
halfway down the corridor and my Scottish blood was in full boil.  I ran
after her, jumped on her back, and took her down in a choke hold.

   What had started out as just another day in the life of a mailgirl had
suddenly erupted into chaos!



   BOUND 

   The tower's security office is located in the building's basement not
far from our makeshift mailgirls locker room and that's where Anna and I
found ourselves when Barbara swept into the room.  "It wasn't our
fault...," I started to say to her.

   "Shut up!" Barbara interrupted, and then turned to one of the security
guards.  "I want to see the security tape."

   "Yes, Ms.  Anderson," he said and led her into another room full of
security monitors.  Behind the closed door of another room I heard Anna's
mom screaming at the head of security about lawsuits and police brutality.

   Anna and I sat naked on a cold metal bench with our hands bound behind
our back with plastic ties and a room full of security people staring at
us. Normally the tower only had two or three security people on duty but
apparently every security guard in the compound felt the need to show up
after hearing that a couple of mailgirls had gotten into a donnybrook.

   About fifteen minutes later Barbara emerged from the monitor room and
walked through the crowd towards us.  "Yes, these definitely look like
dangerous criminals," she said acerbically.  "I'm so glad you're all here
to keep them from escaping." The security people looked at each other
sheepishly but no one left.

   Barbara stood over us and focused her attention on Anna.  "So I'm
guessing that you have serious Mommy issues at home and are using our
mailgirls program as a desperate act of rebellion, am I right?"

   "Yes, ma'am," Anna replied quietly, keeping her eyes glued to the floor.
"Something like that."

   Barbara was silent for a moment.  "Okay," she said finally.  "If you
were any less adorable I might have a problem with that.  You're going to
be an absolute hit as a mailgirl, though, if you decide to continue.  Are
you?"

   "Yes ma'am," she nodded.  "I want to."

   "Good," Barbara replied, then turned to the nearest security guard.  "Go
get psycho-mama and escort her from the building."

   As Anna's mom was led out she spat at Barbara.  "I'm going to sue the
hell out of you and this company.  My name will be on the building before
I'm through!"

   "Yeah?" Barbara replied.  "Good luck with that."

   The plump Mrs.  Davis was still with Anna's mom and was about to leave
when Barbara stopped her and looked at her company ID.  "Are you the one
who brought this crazy bitch here to disrupt our work day?"

   The woman glowered at Barbara.  "You bet I did.  What you're doing with
these girls is wrong."

   "You're fired then," Barbara said.

   The woman's face turned red.  "You're not my boss!  You can't fire me!"

   "Wanna bet?" she replied calmly.  "Escort her out of the building, too."

   After the two of them were hauled out she turned her attention back to
Anna.  "Do you have a place to stay tonight?" Anna shook her head.

   "Any money?"

   "No ma'am."

   "A car?  Do you even drive?" 

   Anna shook her head.  "My mom drives me to and from work."

   Barbara sighed.  "Well then I guess you'll need to stay with Danica for
awhile."

   "With me?" I asked.  "Why?"

   "You're the one who found this stray.  She's yours to take care of now."

   I was about to protest when I turned and saw the silent pleading coming
from those blue eyes and that angelic face.

   "Yes, ma'am," I said.

   "Good," Barbara replied.  "I'll have someone bring Anna's clothes down
to the locker room.  Get dressed and get the hell out of here, both of you.
I'm going to let Kelly go, too.  It'll take me the rest of the afternoon to
smooth things out on the tenth floor so I don't need any more mailgirl
problems today.  Be back here at seven tomorrow morning." She turned and
headed toward the door.

   "Cut them loose," she said to the security people as she swept out of
the room.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 21

   ANNA'S STORY

   I awoke early the next morning and padded into the living room to check
on Anna.  Although I'd stayed dressed last night after bringing her back to
the apartment I was nude now.  She was sleeping on the couch, curled up
under a blanket that rose and fell in rhythm with her breathing.  As I
watched her sleep she looked so sweet and innocent, almost childlike. 
Maybe it was my mothering instincts kicking in but I suddenly felt an
overwhelming desire to protect her from the world.  I kneeled down on the
carpet next to her being careful not to disturb her.

   On the drive home from DDE yesterday her mom kept trying to call her
cellphone until Anna opened the car window and threw it out.  She had
arrived here at my apartment with literally nothing but the clothes on her
back.  I cooked up some dinner and tried to talk to her, but her shyness
and reluctance to talk about herself made it difficult.  It wasn't until I
decided to unwind with a glass of wine and offered her some that she
started to relax and loosen up.  Even then it took most of the evening and
sharing a full bottle of wine to learn her story in bits and pieces.

   Anna had an older sister who had tragically died of leukemia at a young
age and this had been devastating for her entire family.  Her mother had
taken it especially hard and what had previously been social drinking
turned into heavy drinking.  The loss of the child and her drinking soon
led to the breakup of her marriage.  Anna's father moved across the country
and out of her life leaving her alone with her mother.

   Her mother compensated for the loss of her daughter and husband by
becoming overprotective of Anna to the point of being smothering.  She
drove her to and from school each day and wouldn't let her go out with
friends or on dates when she got older.  Over time her alcoholism worsened
and this led to increasing physical and psychological abuse of Anna.

   Anna had hoped that her eighteenth birthday and her internship at DDE
would allow her to begin gaining some freedom, but her mother insisted on
driving her to and from work and that she attend a local college in the
fall so Anna could live at home.  She clearly intended to continue exerting
control over Anna's life.

   I admit I began feeling guilty about offering the girl the wine after
hearing about her mom's drinking problems since I knew that genetics can
play a role in alcohol abuse.  I promised myself I'd be careful about
drinking here in the future as long as she was staying with me.

   I also started thinking about my own upbringing.  Like Anna, I was an
only child raised by a single mom and without a father in my life.  That's
where the similarities ended, though.  My mom's job as a night nurse meant
she slept much of the day leaving me to fend for myself most of the time.
She'd always been loving and supportive but had exerted little parental
control over me, allowing me to come and go as I pleased.  I thought about
Anna trying to escape from a domineering mother while I often fantasized
these days about surrendering control to a dominant person.  I wondered if
the lack of much parental supervision as a child played a role in those
fantasies.

   At one point I told Anna that I was kind of surprised that she shaved
her pubic area.  She blushed heavily when I mentioned that, but I finally
got the story out of her. 

   When Anna first got to DDE she knew nothing about the Mailgirls program
so was shocked the first time she saw me go by completely naked on my way
on a delivery run.  After awhile she became fascinated with Kelly and me
and couldn't take her eyes off of us whenever we were making deliveries on
the fifth floor or kneeling on our mat.  We were so beautiful and seemed so
courageous and free of the normal societal constraints in her eyes that she
began fantasizing about what it would be like to be a mailgirl. 

   At home Anna would lock herself in her bedroom, take off all of her
clothes, and practice the mailgirl standing and kneeling positions in the
mirror that she saw me and Kelly doing at work.  At night when her mom went
out to the bars, which was almost every night, she would walk naked from
room to room through the house imagining she was making deliveries in a
busy office building.  And since Kelly and I were both shaved, Anna decided
that she needed to shave her bush, too.  Not only did she want to emulate
us, but it was a secret that she could keep from her mother which gave her
a rare feeling of independence.

   And since she knew that her mother would hate it and never ever allow
it, becoming a mailgirl also represented a declaration of independence in
Anna's mind.  It had taken her over a week to work up the courage to come
talk to me, but once she did she felt like there was no turning back or the
opportunity would be lost forever.  Even though I'd tried to discourage
her, she'd marched up to Barbara's office and practically begged her to be
given a chance to become a mailgirl, even offering to continue her
internship and work for nothing.  I doubt it had required much arm twisting
to get Barbara to agree to that once she'd seen Anna.  Barbara had her sign
the nudity waiver, strip out of her clothes, and kneel on the carpet. 
That's how I found her after being called up to the office.

   After hearing all of this I decided that being a mailgirl was the
absolute last thing that Anna needed.  I tried telling her that Kelly and I
were anything but free and that by working for Barbara she was simply
escaping one dominating woman and surrendering control to another.  I
promised her that now that she was away from her mother I'd help her find a
real job.  Anna didn't want to hear any of it.  She wanted to be a
mailgirl. If there's one thing I'd learned about her it's that she has a
stubborn streak when her mind is made up about something.

   Another thing I noticed is that through all of the chaotic events of the
day she had never cried.  Not a single tear.  I had no idea if this was
because she had an inner strength that belied her looks or if the abuses
she'd suffered had led her to wall off her emotions.  What I did know is
that she's a damaged girl who's my responsibility now, at least for the
time being.

   I looked up at the clock on the wall.  It was time to get ready for
work. I reached over and gently shook Anna awake.  When she opened her eyes
and gave me a shy, sleepy smile my heart melted.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 22

   By the time we got to the mailgirls locker room Kelly was already
undressed and getting ready to get into the shower.  She looked curiously
at Anna but gave me a big smile.  "Here she is ladies and gentlemen, the
UFC bantamweight champion of the world!"

   I laughed and introduced her to Anna.  "She's going to be a mailgirl," I
told her.

   "Well congratulations then," Kelly replied.  "I guess." She then grabbed
me by the hand and dragged me away from Anna to a corner of the room. 
"Jesus," she said to me in a low voice, "is Barbara trolling the
playgrounds for recruits now?"

   "Anna came to her," I said.  "It's a long story and I'll tell you about
it later, but she's a sweet girl and we need to help her out as best we
can."

   "Okay," Kelly said.  "Speaking of stories, what the hell happened
yesterday?"

   "You don't know?"

   "All I know is that you went all Ronda Rousey on some woman.  The whole
building was buzzing about it.  A lot of people were saying this would be
the end of the Mailgirls program, and then Barbara sent me home."

   "Don't get your hopes up," I said.  "Barbara seemed pretty confident she
could smooth things out on the tenth floor."

   "That figures," Kelly said.  "Sometimes I wonder if she's the one who
really runs this company." I have to admit the same thought had crossed my
mind once or twice.  "So who was this woman you attacked anyway?" Kelly
asked.

   "Anna's mom."

   Kelly laughed.  "I guess it is a long story then."

   "I'll tell you all about it later, Kelly.  I promise."

   I returned to Anna who had remained quietly standing where I left her.
"Let's get undressed," I said to her.  "We'll have to share a locker." Anna
was wearing a pair of jeans and a blouse I'd given her this morning.  It
turned out we were nearly the same size so I wouldn't need to buy her any
clothes for now since I had a closet full of them that I barely wore
anyway.

   Kelly was already in the shower when we got there so Anna and I had to
share the other shower head.  This temporary locker room had only been
designed for two mailgirls. 

   After soaping ourselves and shampooing our hair I gave Anna an extra
razor and some shaving gel.  "We have to shave our body hair every
morning," I told her.  Anna's eyes grew wide.

   "Even there?" she said pointing down to Kelly who was sitting on the
floor beneath her shower head with her legs spread wide and shaving her
pussy.

   "I'm afraid so," I said.  I didn't have the heart to tell her that
eventually she'd be shaving in front of a two way mirror with an audience
behind it if the program went past the ninety day trial phase.

   After we'd finished and had begun toweling off we found Barbara standing
next to our locker waiting for us.  "I brought a watch down for Anna and
synced it to yours," she said to me.  "It's in the locker."

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "Wait here a minute, Anna," Barbara said, "I need to talk to Danica."
For the second time that morning I was led to the far end of the room for a
conversation."

   "Is everything okay upstairs, ma'am?" I asked her.

   "No worries," she said.  "I showed them the tape.  You were in the
right." I thought for a moment about how weird it was to have top
executives of a multi-billion dollar corporation watching security footage
of me naked and wrestling a woman to the floor.  What a bizarre life I'm
leading.

   "I want to talk to you for a minute about Anna," she continued.  "I'm
going to bring her along slowly.  We'll give her time to get in shape and
accustomed to being naked in public before cutting her loose on her own. 
Don't worry about making deadlines or getting demerits while you're
training her.  If she gets tired take a break.  I'm going to keep you two
together for awhile until I think she's ready."

   "Yes, ma'am." 

   I had little doubt that Barbara was doing this out of ulterior motives
rather than for any real concern about Anna's well-being.  I'm sure she
thought of Anna - with her sweet, girl-next-door face and gorgeous body -
as a potential prize for her mailgirls program.  A beautiful, delicate
flower that would need to be nurtured carefully.

   I remembered comparing Anna's mother to Barbara yesterday when telling
Anna that she would be escaping one dominant woman only to cede control to
another if she became a mailgirl.  Although that was true, in a larger
sense the two women couldn't be more different.  I thought about Anna's mom
and her unbridled anger and lack of self-control and compared it to the
cool, unflappable manner in which Barbara had handled the mess.  Barbara's
control of Anna would be far more subtle and sophisticated than her
mother's had ever been.

   After Barbara left, Anna and I continued to prepare for our shift and
were ready to go by eight.  Kelly was the first to be called out for a
pickup leaving the two of us alone.  "How are you feeling?" I asked her.

   "I'm very nervous," she said and I could see that she was trembling
slightly.

   "Me too," I said.

   "Really?  Even after you've been doing this for awhile?"

   "Yes.  I still get nervous and excited every morning when I'm sitting
here like this waiting to be called out."

   "Do you like the job?" she asked me.

   I thought about it for a minute.  "I'm not sure that 'like' is the word
I would use for it.  It's really like nothing I've ever experienced before.
It's hard to describe really, being naked in an environment where everyone
else is dressed.  You experienced a little of it yesterday.  How did you
feel?"

   "I was just so scared and nervous yesterday," she said.  "And after Mrs.
Davis said she was going to call my mom that made it even worse.  I'm
hoping I can calm down a little today."

   "We're going to take it slow today," I said.  "If you get tired or feel
upset or scared we can take a break.  Barbara said we could."

   "Okay," she said then fell silent for a minute.  "Danica, do you ever
feel, um...horny when you're doing this?" She giggled nervously as she
asked this.

   "Oh yeah," I laughed.  "Quite often.  Feeling the cool air on my skin,
various body parts jiggling, the carpet under my bare feet, and all the
eyes staring at my body are all things that I find very, um...stimulating.
What about you?"

   "When I was naked in my house pretending to be a mailgirl I felt that
way.  I was too scared and nervous yesterday, though.  I wonder if I'll
feel that way today?"

   "Do you want to?" I asked.

   Anna smiled sheepishly.  "Yes."

   I laughed.  "It's okay to want to feel that way, Anna.  It's one of the
fringe benefits of the job as far as I'm concerned."

   Just then both of our watches came to life.  We had a pickup on the
seventh floor.  Anna looked at me nervously with wide eyes and I took her
by the hand.

   "Let's go to work, hon."



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 23

   THE DAY BEGINS

   As I climbed toward the seventh floor, nervous excitement surged through
my body as it always did at the beginning of a shift.  Even after six weeks
it was still an incredible feeling knowing I was about to enter a busy
office building completely naked and would remain that way for the rest of
the day.

   Barbara had recently decided that she wanted to keep us out of our
locker room as much as possible since it was isolated and had no
observation window.  For that reason she'd mandated that our two scheduled
fifteen minute breaks would be taken kneeling on the mat of whatever floor
we happened to be on at the time.  Each floor had an employee break room
and she made sure that energy bars and bottled water were available to us
there for our breaks.  For lunch we were allowed only enough time in the
locker room for a quick shower and to grab our lunch and then we had to go
upstairs to a designated floor to eat it.  Each day Barbara changed the
designated "lunch floor" to make sure that everyone in the building would
eventually have the privilege of watching naked women eat their lunch. 

   She'd even banned us from using the bathroom in the locker room once our
shift began and told us to use the employee restrooms on each floor
instead. This would reduce the time needed for bathroom breaks and would
allow us to get back out on the floor quicker, she explained.  It also
forced us to mix uncomfortably with female employees and I'd heard more
than a few catty remarks as I washed up.  Barbara's goal to keep us
constantly exposed throughout the day to the rest of the workforce was
coming closer to reality all the time.

   Behind me I heard Anna begin to labor in her breathing so I slowed down.
I knew she wasn't in great shape from my time with her yesterday and later
discovered in our conversation last night that her mom had held her out of
gym class at school in order to "protect" her.  Her lovely body came
naturally and wasn't aided by a workout regimen so I knew I needed to keep
a relatively slow pace for a while as she built up her strength and
stamina. 

   The now familiar stairs I climbed were covered with grey tile with a
green hard rubber strip on the edge of each stair to help prevent slipping.
The handrails were painted green and the stairwell walls were white.  The
design was strictly utilitarian in nature rather than with any eye toward
aesthetics.  The architect probably believed that most people would take
the elevators, and most people did, although I would occasionally see
employees on them.

   The stairs were definitely not designed with bare feet in mind either as
I felt the cold, hard tile beneath them.  I'd learned to climb up and down
them making sure the ball of my foot was in contact with the stair before
smoothly and evenly placing weight on it.  Mariko had taught me that as a
way to help limit the impact on my feet and I could do it now while
maintaining a brisk, steady pace.  It was something else I'd need to teach
Anna.

   When we reached the seventh floor landing I paused for a minute to let
Anna catch her breath.  "Are you ready?" I asked.  She flashed me a nervous
smile and nodded her head.  I opened the door and she followed me through
it.

   The seventh floor of the tower is an open design with a tiled corridor
through the middle of the room leading to large windows on the far side
with a view of the city in the distance.  The rest of the room is carpeted
and sprinkled with individual desks throughout it rather than cubicles.  On
either side of the room are management offices and our destination was an
office on the right side of the room.

   The workday in the tower begins at eight a.m.  so most people were
already at their desks, many of them sipping on their first cup of coffee
of the day.  The dress code here is business attire so the men wore suits -
although many had removed their jackets - and the women wore dresses,
pantsuits, or skirts with blouses.  The appearance of a naked mailgirl on a
floor always draws attention, but I noticed that with Anna's presence we
were getting even more than usual as we passed by on the way to our
delivery pickup.  I groaned inwardly as we approached the office as I
realized who it belonged to.

   Hector Flores is one of the jerkier managers I've had to deal with since
becoming a mailgirl.  He's apparently important enough to have his own
office but not important enough to merit a receptionist, so I knew we'd be
dealing with him directly.  As we entered his office my watch flashed red
and vibrated indicating we'd failed to meet our deadline.  I assumed the
required waiting position with arms behind my back, my back arched in a way
to thrust my breasts forward, my legs spread at shoulder width exposing my
bare pussy to the man, and my gaze lowered to the floor.  Anna walked up
beside me and did the same.

   "Ah, fresh meat," Flores said as he saw Anna.  Most people remained at
least somewhat circumspect in looking at my nude body when I arrived for a
pickup or delivery but Flores leered openly at the two of us.  No one had
crossed the line yet with either me or Kelly, but he seemed to be inching
closer to it all the time.  Flores was Puerto Rican with a large, muscular
frame, a shaved head, and a thick black goatee flaked with grey.  He walked
around the two of us inspecting every inch of our bodies then leaned back
against his desk sporting a noticeable bulge in his pants.  He let out a
whistle.  "Nice," he said as he stared at Anna's bare pussy.  "I think I
like her even more than you, Green Eyes, and that's saying something." I
glanced over at Anna and saw that her face had turned bright red.

   "You have a delivery for us, sir?" I asked, struggling to control my
temper.

   "Yeah," he replied, "but what's the hurry?"

   "It's our job to make deliveries quickly and efficiently, sir." Flores
laughed at that.

   "Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these naked
couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds, right?" he
said sarcastically.  "We both know your real job here is to show off your
fine tits and ass to keep the troops entertained and you're both damned
qualified for that, if nothing else.  I take that back, I can think of a
few other things you're probably good for, too."

   I remained silent as I continued to try to keep a check on my temper. 
Flores finally nodded his head toward a box filled with files sitting on
the floor against the wall.  "There," he said.  "I need that taken to
three."

   I had no doubt he'd purposely left it there knowing I'd have to bend
over to pick it up.  I bent my knees to try to keep from exposing too much
to him but the box was fairly heavy so I'm sure he got quite a view as I
lifted it.  Normally with a box this size I'd have retrieved a hand cart to
move it, but I just wanted to get the hell out of there.  Flores punched in
our delivery destination on his phone app.  "Bye, bye ladies," he said as
we left the office.

   With larger boxes or packages requiring two hands we were allowed to use
the elevator for safety reasons.  Since there were no service elevators in
the tower we had to use one of the two regular elevators that served the
building.  Two men were already on the elevator when it arrived and one of
them got a broad smile on his face as we entered.  "I love my job," he said
to the other man.

   They exited on the fifth floor leaving Anna and me alone.  "I'm sorry
about Flores," I said to her after the doors closed.  "Most people aren't
like that."

   "That's okay," Anna said.  "I'll have to get used to that kind of thing
sooner or later, I guess."

   After making the delivery on the third floor we had no immediate orders
so we walked to the mailgirls mat to kneel. 

   "Ah, hello Nips," said the man sitting at the nearest desk.  "I see you
have brought a friend today."

   "Hello, Thomas," I smiled.  Thomas was a black man from the Caribbean
island of Montserrat with a bright smile and an infectious laugh.  We'd
struck up a friendship of sorts since he was seated next to the mailgirls
mat on this floor.  "I have the best seat in the house," he always told me,
although in his Caribbean Creole accent it came out more like "I hab dah
best seat in dah houzz." He had playfully nicknamed me "Nips" for my
constantly hard nipples courtesy of the building's air conditioning system
and my frequent state of arousal.

   I introduced him to Anna who gave him a shy "Hello, sir."

   "Ah, you must not call me sir.  I am but a simple servant of the company
as you are." Then he turned to me.  "This girl looks like an angel.  She
should be singing in a church choir rather than kneeling naked before me,
although I am not complaining."

   "Yes, she should be," I agreed, "but she insists she wants to do this
instead."

   "She would make an excellent offering to appease the angry old man who
resides in SoufriÃ"re," he said.

   "Don't you have any virgins on Montserrat to sacrifice to the volcano
god?" I joked.

   "No," he laughed loudly.  "Not on Montserrat."

   I explained to Anna that Thomas had fled the island, along with most of
the population, after a volcano had erupted.  It had destroyed the capital
city and made much of the island uninhabitable.

   "That's awful!" Anna said.

   Thomas shrugged.  "Yes, but it led me here to this place next to a
magical carpet where naked kneeling women appear, so perhaps it was all
part of God's plan."

   After dealing with the asshole Flores, talking to Thomas was helping to
lift my spirits.  I was disappointed when my watch started vibrating,
signaling a pickup order.

   "We have to go, Thomas," I told him as I took Anna by the hand.

   "Farewell my beauties," he said.  "May your feet find no staples in the
carpet."

   The rest of the day went fairly smoothly.  I took it slow with Anna and
offered to let her take breaks while I made deliveries, but she insisted on
staying with me.  The girl was a trooper, but by the end of the day she was
clearly flagging.  We got out of there at six and I picked up some Chinese
takeout for dinner.

   After we got back to the apartment I stripped out of my dress.  "Hope
you don't mind," I said to her, "but I prefer being naked at home."

   "Of course not," Anna giggled.  'I've seen you naked so many times you
look kind of strange wearing clothes." Then she stripped out her clothes as
well.  "I like this better, too."

   After dinner we settled on the couch.  I checked Anna's feet for any
signs of blisters then filled a plastic tub with warm water and bath salts
to soak our feet as we watched a movie on Netflix.  I'd been alone since
kicking Mark out so it felt good to have Anna there for company. 

   When it came time for bed I got out sheets, pillows, and blanket for
Anna and she curled up on the couch.  I went into my bedroom to get ready
for bed and stared at my large king size bed for a couple of minutes.  I
walked back out to the couch.

   "Hey Anna, I've got plenty of room in my bed.  Why don't you come into
my room and sleep?"

   "Are you sure?" she asked.

   "Yes," I said.  "If you're going to be here awhile you need something
more comfortable than the couch to sleep on."

   "Okay," she said and followed me into the bedroom.

   The next morning I woke up with Anna's body curled up against mine.  I
quietly listened to the sound of her breathing until the alarm went off.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 24

   CONTROVERSY

   The next several weeks at DDE were interesting, to say the least.  And
by "interesting" I mean "crazy." Anna's mom kept returning to the tower
demanding to see her daughter until Barbara had company lawyers obtain a
restraining order against her to keep her away from both Anna and me as
well as DDE headquarters. 

   In retaliation, Anna's mom went to the local media claiming that her
sweet, virginal teenage daughter was being brainwashed by DDE and that she
herself had been physically assaulted by a nude mailgirl while attempting
to see Anna and talk with her.  The original controversy over the Mailgirls
program had been been dying down prior that, but the tale that Anna's mom
was spinning was too salacious to ignore and it soon went national.  It
provided plenty of fodder for television talking heads and late night
comedians while also uniting activists from both feminist and conservative
Christian groups as strange bedfellows on the same side of the issue.  It
didn't take long for them to ramp up their outrage machinery to organize
protests and boycotts against DDE.  This, of course, helped spur the sales
of the recently released "Gangsta 4" to even higher levels as it became a
massive hit.

   Barbara, as both the head of the Mailgirls program and VP of Public
Relations, was kept busy during this time putting out fires.  In response
to the accusations by Anna's mom, Barbara released a pixilated version of
the security tape showing her sucker punching me and dragging Anna down the
corridor against her will and this seemed to cool some of the public
support for the mom.  Both Anna and I had lots of requests from the media
for interviews but my contract forbid it without prior permission from the
company and neither of us wanted any part of the media circus anyway.  We
were just trying to keep our heads low until things cooled down.  Barbara,
though, remained as cool, unflappable, and in control as ever and appeared
frequently on news programs to defend the Mailgirls program.  The woman has
ice water running through her veins, I decided.  She was in no hurry to
turn Anna loose on her own as a mailgirl while all of this was going on so
she continued to train with me.

   Also during this time some investigators from a state government agency
came to DDE to check out work conditions for mailgirls, so Kelly, Anna, and
I met with them in a conference room on the ninth floor.  When I asked
Barbara if we should dress for the meeting, her response was "No, we have
nothing to hide." In our case this was literally true as we entered the
meeting in our mailgirls uniforms to the wide-eyed astonishment of the
investigators.  We were grilled for about ninety minutes - Anna in
particular since she was at the heart of the media firestorm - but by the
end they were apparently satisfied that no laws or regulations were being
broken.

   For her part, Anna was terrified through all of this that Barbara would
either fire her or the company would shut down the Mailgirls program,
forcing her to return to her old life with her mom.  I tried to reassure
her by telling her she could stay with me as long as she needed and I'd
help her find another job if that happened, but she was discovering that
she loved being a mailgirl and didn't want to do anything else.  While
Kelly saw the mandatory nudity and submissiveness required in being a
mailgirl as a type of legalized slavery enforced by contract, Anna saw
being a mailgirl as freedom - freedom from her mother, freedom from her
inhibitions, and the freedom to become an adult woman instead of a scared
little girl.  She was desperate to keep the job.

   Anna and I were spending virtually twenty-four hours a day together
during this time and the more I got to know her the greater my endearment
for her grew.  Besides the stubborn resilience I'd discovered early on, I
also found that she had a keen intelligence and a quirky sense of humor.  I
also learned that because of her mother's domination and control Anna was a
lonely girl with few friends.  She was starved for affection and at night
as we watched TV in the nude together Anna would huddle next to me with her
head on my shoulders.  And every morning when I woke up I found Anna
snuggled against me with an arm draped around my waist.

   I wanted to think of Anna as the little sister I never had, but I have
to admit that the touch of her skin against mine had me fighting an
overwhelming urge to begin kissing her passionately as my hands explored
every inch of her body.  While I'd "experimented" with other girls a few
times in college I had always considered myself straight, but Anna was so
sweet and beautiful I felt myself falling hard for her.

   I'd immediately feel guilty about those thoughts, though, and would try
to force them out of my head.  She's a damaged girl who needs my protection
and guidance, not sexual advances, I told myself.  I resolved to be a big
sister to her, although every time I felt her touch that resolve would
begin melting away.

   Anna and I had just begun our third week together when the two of us
arrived back at my apartment one night after a long day.  It was twilight
as I pulled into the parking lot since we'd stayed after our shift to serve
cocktails in the executive lounge on the tenth floor.  Or I should say I
served cocktails while Anna waited patiently in the nude for me near the
bar.  You see, since she wasn't twenty-one yet the law forbid her from
serving alcoholic beverages.  Anna and I both thought that being legally
old enough to run around the building naked all day but not old enough to
deliver cocktails was absurdly hilarious and we'd joked about it on the
ride home. 

   My apartment complex is the type where all entrances to the apartments
are on the exterior of the building and we were approaching the door to my
ground floor apartment when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.  As
I turned I was startled to see Anna's mom walking towards us!  Somehow
she'd found out where I lived or maybe had followed us as we drove home
from DDE.

   I placed myself between her and Anna.  "You can't be here," I said to
her.  "There's a restraining order!"

   "I just want to talk to my daughter," she said.  There was desperation
in her eyes and for a moment I almost felt sorry for her.  As she got
closer, though, I could smell the alcohol on her breath.

   "I don't want to talk to you, mom," Anna told her.  "Not until you quit
drinking and learn to let me live my life!"

   "This is how you want to live your life?  As a slutty little naked
mailgirl?  You're obviously not ready to be making any decisions with your
life!"

   "I'm not a slut and I'm eighteen now so go f*ck yourself!" Anna hissed
at her.  "You don't have any authority over me!" I think that was the first
time I'd ever heard a curse word come out of her mouth.

   I remained between Anna and her mother as this exchange took place and
could see the anger rising in the woman's face.  "You're the one who's
brainwashing my daughter you filthy little whore!" she shouted at me.

   I reached into my purse to get the pepper spray I'd bought for
protection after Anna moved in with me.  The woman saw what I was doing,
though, and knocked the purse out of my hand, then grabbed me by the hair
and slammed me against the door.  "I'm going to f*cking kill you!" she
screamed as she threw the full weight of her body against mine, pinning me
against the door. 

   Anna shrieked and jumped on her mother's back and started punching her
as Anna's mother pressed her arm against my throat.  Behind her I saw my
next door neighbor emerge from his apartment to see what was going on. 
"Help us, Rick!" I gasped.  He wrapped both of his arms around the mother
and dragged her off of me as she screamed bloody murder.  I grabbed the
purse where it had fallen, took out the pepper spray and hit Anna's mother
with a shot of it in the face as she struggled with Rick.  She was
squealing in pain as my shaking hands fumbled with the keys before I
finally managed to get the door open.  I grabbed Anna's hand and pulled her
inside, then slammed the door shut behind us.



   While all of this was going on, someone in the apartment complex had
called 911.  By the time the police had taken all of our statements and
hauled Anna's mom off in handcuffs it was getting late. 

   "Are you hungry?" I asked Anna when we were finally alone.  She shook
her head.  I realized I wasn't hungry either even though I'd only had a
couple of power bars in the afternoon since lunch.  "Do you want to talk
about things?" I asked.

   "No," she said.

   "How about a glass of wine?" We hadn't had any since that first night
but I really needed something to help me unwind right now.

   Anna shook her head, then walked up and wrapped her arms around me,
burying her head on my shoulder.  I held her tight and felt her warmth. 
"It's okay to cry if you need to," I told her, but no tears came.  Instead
she looked up and began hungrily kissing my lips.  I pulled away in shock.

   "Anna, what are you doing?" 

   Anna didn't answer.  Instead she began removing her clothes, never
taking her eyes off of my face as she did.  When she was completely nude
she grasped a handful of cloth from my dress in each hand and lifted it
over my head and dropped it to the floor.  Wordlessly she wrapped her arms
around me, pressing her body against mine and began kissing me again.  Once
again I pulled away.

   "Anna we can't...we shouldn't.  You're like a little sister to me!"

   "No," she said shaking her head.  "I don't want a big sister.  I want a
lover.  I want someone to teach me."

   "Have you ever...."

   "No," she interrupted.  "I've never done anything!  I want to.  I want
to with you."

   She was trembling as she spoke and I felt torn.  I wanted her
desperately, too, but she seemed so sweet and innocent that I already felt
like a corrupting influence on her.  "It's been a crazy day and you're
upset, Anna.  Let's get some sleep and talk about this tomorrow."

   "No," she said as she pressed her body against mine again and began
kissing me.  This time I didn't resist.  I knew all too well about Anna's
stubborn streak and I wanted this too much myself to fight it anyway.

   "Follow me," I whispered and led her by the hand into the bedroom.

   I had Anna lie on her back on the bed, then I crawled on top straddling
her and leaned down and spoke into her ear.  "Just relax, hon.  We're going
to take this slowly." I could feel her body trembling beneath mine as I
nibbled on her ear, then began gently massaging her temples as my lips
lightly brushed against hers.  Anna closed her eyes and tilted her head
back and moaned as I began kissing the left side of her neck as I massaged
her right breast, Her nipple hardened as I rolled it between my thumb and
forefinger. 

   I slid off of Anna to lay next to her on the bed and her breathing
quickened as I began teasing her left nipple with my tongue.  I slowly
continued to work my way down her body and as I began tonguing and kissing
her naval I slipped my fingers down into the moistness between her legs. 
Her body jerked and a large moan escaped from her lips as I began lightly
rubbing her clit.  She arched her back and began rhythmically thrusting her
pelvis against my fingers as her moaning increased.  I thrust two fingers
inside of her and it only took a few moments before her body shuddered as
she cried out.. 

   When it was over I straddled her again and looked down on her face.  It
was flushed and she was still breathing hard as she opened her eyes and
looked up at me.  "Was that your first orgasm?" I asked. 

   "Yes," she said. 

   "How was it?"

   "It was wonderful," she smiled.

   "Would you like another?" I asked as her eyes grew wide. 

   "God, yes!" she exclaimed.  I laughed and leaned down and kissed her. 

   Her second orgasm was more powerful than the first as I used my tongue
to flick and tease her clit as she writhed helplessly.  And when that was
over she begged to do me.

   For the first time since becoming a mailgirl I slept without waking
until the alarm went off.  When I opened my eyes the next morning and saw
Anna's sweet smiling face staring at me I knew I was hopelessly in love.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 25

   A MAILGIRLS MEETING

   After showering, shaving, and preparing for our shift that morning,
Kelly, Anna, and I were all summoned up to Barbara's office at precisely
eight a.m.  The sight of a nude mailgirl on the ninth floor heading toward
Barbara's office barely raised an eyebrow anymore, but seeing the three of
us together drew some attention.

   For once Barbara wasn't on her cellphone when we arrived.  She pointed
at the carpet and the three of us kneeled.  "It's time for a little
Mailgirls meeting," she said.  "First item on the agenda is finding out
what the hell happened last night at your apartment with Anna's mother and
why I had to hear about this on the news this morning on my drive to work."

   "I'm sorry ma'am," I said.  "It was late by the time it was over with
and I was going to tell you this morning.  I didn't realize it would be on
the news so quickly." I didn't tell her that I was too distracted making
love to Anna last night to even think about calling her.

   "Alright," she replied sharply, "tell me about it now.  And don't leave
anything out."

   I told her the whole story as Anna listened nervously.  When I'd
finished she asked Anna a few questions.  After Barbara was satisfied she
had the whole story she asked, "Are there any security cameras there that
might have captured this?"

   "I don't know," I told her.

   "Alright, I'll check on it," she said.  "In the meantime I want the two
of you to move into my condo across the street."

   "Your condo, ma'am?" I didn't like the sound of that.  I knew she had
near complete control over me here at work, but was she really ordering me
to move now?

   "Yes," she said.  "I bought it to live in when I first joined DDE.  I
kept it as a rental property when I bought my house and it's unoccupied
right now.  It's got twenty-four hour security, lots of security cameras,
and you and Anna can walk to and from work in five minutes.  I'll have a
DDE security guard escort the two of you each way."

   In other words the two of us would be under Barbara's thumb twenty-four
hours a day.  "I don't want to do that, Barbara.  We'll be careful.  Her
mom is in jail now anyway and has a restraining order against her."

   "How did that restraining order work last night in keeping her away,
Danica?  And she'll probably be bailed out of jail by noon by some activist
group.  She's a useful fool for them in attacking us.  Who knows what kind
of story she'll be spinning about this to the media?"

   "My apartment is the only place right now where I feel like my life is
my own, Barbara.  There's nothing in my contract that says that DDE has the
right to tell me where to live."

   "That's true," Barbara replied, "but I can't control the situation with
Anna's mother where you're at.  If you won't move then I'm going to have to
let Anna go."

   Anna looked at Barbara in shock.  "P-please, no...."

   "I'm sorry, Anna, but Danica is leaving me no choice.  We've got less
than six weeks before the board decides whether or not to make the
Mailgirls program permanent and there are some members skittish about it
because of this mess with your mother."

   "Barbara, I told Anna that she can stay with me as long as she wants," I
said.  "Firing her won't remove her mom from the picture."

   "Then I'll fire you, too," she responded, "and make sure you pay back
every single penny owed in your contract."

   "Fired?  For what?"

   "You've had an excessive number of demerits over the past couple of
weeks.  Your Mailgirls handbook states that you can be disciplined, up to
and including termination, for excessive demerits."

   "Bullshit!" I exploded.  "You told me not to worry about demerits while
I was training, Anna!"

   "Did I?" Barbara replied.  "Do you have that in writing?"

   Kelly had been silent up to now.  "Barbara, you manipulative bitch! 
Danica isn't your personal slave!"

   Barbara glared at Kelly then locked her eyes on mine.  "No, she isn't."
The word "yet" entered my mind but remained unspoken.  She leaned back in
her chair, took a deep breath and spoke in a calm, steady voice.  "This
meeting is going to end one of two ways: either Danica and Anna are going
to agree to move into my condo or I'll replace the three of you with new
mailgirls who will do what I tell them.  You decide."

   "I-I'll quit," Anna said, and for the first time since meeting her I saw
tears in her eyes.  "I'll go back and live with my mom so she won't cause
you any more problems."

   "No!" I said.  "We'll move, Barbara.  Whatever you want." Kelly flashed
an angry look at me but held her tongue.

   "Good," Barbara said.  "In fact I think the move will be permanent, at
least as long as you remain a mailgirl, Danica.  How much time do you have
left on your lease?"

   "About three months, I think."

   "I'll pay it off then.  The condo is furnished so you'll only need your
personal items.  You can sell your furniture or put it into storage,
whatever.  Go get dressed and go back to your apartment and start packing,
Danica."

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "Anna, you're on your on your own now as a mailgirl.  Can you handle
it?"

   "Yes, ma'am," she said as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

   Barbara then fixed her eyes on Kelly.  "And you, Kelly, is there
anything else you want to say to me about this?"

   Kelly glared at her for a few seconds before lowering her eyes.  "No
ma'am."

   "Good," she said.  "I don't want any more drama out of any of you, is
that understood?"

   "Yes, ma'am," we all said in unison.

   "Alright then.  Get the hell out of my office, all of you."



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 26

   MOVING DAY

   I didn't have very much to move to Barbara's condo other than my
clothes, some books and a few personal items since I wouldn't be bringing
any furniture with me.  Anna's stuff consisted of only the clothes she'd
been wearing the day I met her and a toothbrush I'd given her, so it took
just two trips in my car to move everything I wanted to bring with me.  I
was just starting to unpack when I heard a knock on the door and was
surprised to find a fully dressed Kelly on the other side when I opened
it. 

   "What are you doing here?" I asked.  "Shouldn't you be at work?"

   "It's my lunch break right now," she said.  "Barbara's up on the tenth
floor in a meeting so I thought I'd risk sneaking out to talk to you.  I
was hoping you'd be here."

   "I'm here," I said as I stepped back to let her in.  Kelly looked around
the condo.  Knowing Barbara as I did, it had turned out to be pretty much
what I'd expected.  It was a luxury condo with hardwood floors, a fully
stocked open kitchen with stainless steel appliances, two bedrooms that
each had their own baths, a large living room featuring a huge flat screen
television on the wall, and a picture window overlooking a deck and hot tub
with a spectacular view of the city in the distance.  It was definitely a
hell of a lot nicer than my tiny apartment.

   "What do you think?" I asked Kelly.

   "Very nice," Kelly said, "but it's still a gilded cage."

   "Not bad as far as slave quarters go, though," I joked.

   "That's why I'm here, Danica.  That's exactly what this place is going
to be and I want to talk you out of this."

   "Okay," I said.  "So talk."

   "Moving here is a big mistake," she said.  "Barbara already controls
your life at work and once you're in here you'll never have any freedom. 
Hell, she plans on marching you and Anna to and from work with an armed
guard!  You'll be under her thumb 24/7."

   "You don't think I haven't thought of that, Kelly, but what choice do I
have?"

   "You could let Anna go," she said.  "She shouldn't be a mailgirl anyway.
She's too young."

   "She's old enough to be making her own decisions," I said.  "Besides, I
can't let her go back to her mother.  That's a bad situation."

   "And being a mailgirl is the fix for that?  Let her go somewhere else
then if she's old enough."

   "No, I don't want to," I responded.  "I want to help her."

   Kelly looked at me suspiciously.  "Do you have something going on with
her?" When I didn't respond right away she laughed.  "You do don't you? 
The two of you are doing the slap and tickle!  Don't you think you're a
little old for her, Danica?"

   "I'm twenty-five, Kelly!  You make it sound like I'm a Cougar or
something.  It's none of your damn business anyway," I said.  "And why do
you care where I live?  Are you afraid that Barbara will force you to live
in a luxury condo, too?"

   "Me?" Kelly snorted.  "No, Barbara doesn't give a damn about me or where
I live.  I'm just a minor irritant in her life, a pebble in her shoe.  The
only thing she wants from me is to take off my clothes, keep my damn mouth
shut, and deliver the mail like a good little mailgirl.  You're the one
she's interested in."

   "Why do you say that?" I asked.

   "Because it's true.  She's fascinated with you.  I don't know if she's
just hot for you or if it's a dominatrix thing, or whatever, but she wants
to control you.  And now she's using Anna to do it."

   "So now you think that Barbara is the one who planted Anna in my life?"

   "No, I never said that," Kelly replied.  "That would be way too
Machiavellian even for Barbara.  Besides, I think Anna's batshit mom is a
legit problem for her and her Mailgirls program.  I just think that Anna
fell into her lap and Barbara saw her as a way to control you."

   "I don't understand why you think that," I said.  "I mean, when Barbara
first met Anna do you think she thought 'Hey, I bet Danica is a closet
lesbian who will fall for this girl and then I can use her to twist Danica
around my little finger!'"

   "Who knows what goes on in that reptilian brain of hers?" Kelly replied.
"Maybe she just thought she'd throw Anna into the mix to see what
happened."

   "And what do you think happened?" I asked.

   "I think you fell for the girl and now Barbara can use her to twist you
around her little finger."

   "Listen, Anna came to her," I said.  "Barbara couldn't have foreseen
what would happen."

   "All I know is that she made you take her into your apartment and then
kept her with you for more than two weeks for training.  Two weeks!  Hell,
you can teach a monkey to do this job in about two hours.  She forced the
two of you to be together twenty-four hours a day long enough to see what
what would happen.  And now that she's seen it she won't let Anna go even
though she's just an intern and her psycho mom is causing all kinds of
problems."

   All of this was making my head hurt.  "Kelly, I know damn well how
manipulative Barbara is, but I don't think she has any more interest in me
than she does you or Anna.  She only cares about her Mailgirls program. 
Hell, she threatened to fire me today!"

   "She only did that because she knew you'd cave.  And you did."

   I let out an exasperated sigh.  "Okay, let's say you're right and she's
just using Anna to get her hooks in me.  I still don't see why you care."

   "I care because I'm your friend, Danica.  And I know that you're the
only one Barbara is really interested in because she hired me to help get
you.  She didn't think you'd do this on your own, and she used me to help
draw you in."

   "What the hell are you talking about?"

   Kelly remained quiet for a minute before speaking again.  "I already
knew Barbara before that first meeting.  She brought me in to help her on a
project a few weeks earlier and that's when she first started talking to me
about this Mailgirls program.  She told me she'd pay off all of my student
loans plus give me a large bonus if I did it and she wanted me to help
recruit you into it, too."

   "What?"

   "She knew you'd never go for it unless you were told it was a management
job and had someone else there for support.  And then before we left for
Tokyo, Barbara told me to get naked during our training with Mariko and
that she'd pay me an extra $5000 if I convinced you to get naked, too."

   I felt the blood rushing to my head.  "What the f*ck, Kelly!  So you
knew we were going to be mailgirls all along and you didn't tell me?  You
let me sign that contract?"

   "Yeah, but Barbara was offering me a lot of money and I didn't really
know you very well at the time.  But then after we got back from Tokyo I
got cold feet about it and wanted to back out, but it was too late by then.
That panic attack when we were signing the nudity waiver was real, Danica,
I didn't fake it.  And after we became friends I felt terrible about the
whole thing and wanted to tell you but I didn't know how."

   "Friends?  You lied to me and kept this from me and you think we're
friends?"

   "I'm telling you now, Danica.  I'm so sorry."

   "Get the hell out of here, Kelly!  Get back to work before you get
fired!"

   "Please, Danica, I...."

   "Get out!"

   Kelly wiped the tears from her eyes and turned despondently for the
door. "Just please think about what I said, though.  She's been after you
since day one.  Don't move in here, Danica."

   "Go!" I shouted.

   After she was gone I slumped onto the couch, unable to move.  My world
was spinning out of control and I didn't know who I could trust anymore.  I
wasn't even certain that Anna wasn't part of the plot, too.  My thoughts
swirled in a million directions before I finally got them under control and
came up with a plan of action. 

   I searched through my boxes until I found my favorite business attire
from my previous life - a black skirt, matching black jacket, and white
blouse.  They were wrinkled from the move so I unpacked my iron and
carefully ironed them, then jumped into the shower.  After toweling off I
put on a white lace bra and panties, my business ensemble, a pair of panty
hose, and a pair of black shoes with three inch heels.  I then went to the
bathroom mirror to dry and brush my hair and apply makeup.  As a finishing
touch I put on my favorite earrings, necklace, bracelet, and watch.  When I
looked at myself in the full length mirror in the bedroom I saw an
up-and-coming young business woman staring back at me.  I picked up my
purse and strode for the door.

   I was heading back across the street to DDE to confront Barbara but I
was going to do it as an equal, not as a mailgirl.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 27

   A MOMENT OF TRUTH

   The employees on the ninth floor of the tower paid little attention to
me as I exited the elevator and walked toward Barbara's office.  As far as
they were concerned I was just another DDE employee wearing business attire
on my way to a meeting somewhere.  I'm not even sure some of them would
have recognized me with my clothes on even if they had been paying
attention. 

   Barbara's receptionist Jan definitely recognized me, though, as I
entered her office.  "Danica, what are you doing?" she asked as she looked
at me curiously.

   "Is Barbara in?"

   "Yes, but she's busy..."

   I strode past her and opened the door to Barbara's office as Jan quickly
got up and followed me.  Inside Barbara was sitting at her desk talking on
her cellphone.  "Hold on," she said to whoever she was talking to as she
saw me.

   "I'm sorry Ms.  Anderson," Jan said from behind me.  "She just barged
right past me."

   "That's okay," Barbara said.  "Let her in and close the door.  And don't
let anyone disturb us please." Then she spoke into the cellphone.  "I'll
have to call you back." 

   She looked at me with a bemused smile after we were alone.  "Have a
seat, Danica," she said as she pointed to a chair in front of her desk
rather than ordering me to kneel on the floor as she normally did.  "What's
on your mind?" I have to admit I was thrown off a little by the cool,
unperturbed manner in which she was handling my surprise entrance.  I'd
pictured a more dramatic reaction.

   I sat down and began speaking.  "Kelly has told me everything.  About
how you used her to help get me involved with the Mailgirls program and
paid her to encourage me to get naked in Tokyo."

   "Okay," Barbara shrugged.  "And?"

   "And, um, you've been lying to me and manipulating me from the start!"

   "Guilty as charged," Barbara said. 

   "You also intended for me to be a mailgirl right from the start and the
whole offer of a management position was a sham," I continued.

   "Yep."

   This wasn't going at all as I'd planned.  I'd been expecting her to get
mad or defensive or to deny everything.  The mental script I'd been
rehearsing for this confrontation hadn't included her casual indifference.
I wasn't sure what to say next until Barbara finally broke the silence.

   "What is it that you want, Danica?"

   "What do I want, Barbara?  I want the truth!" I replied indignantly in a
tone that came out more petulant and shrill than I'd intended.

   Barbara leaned in across the desk toward me.  "You want the truth,
Danica?  You can't handle the truth!" She glared at me intensely for a few
seconds before bursting out laughing.  "Sorry, I couldn't help myself.  I
love that scene," she said referring to the one with Jack Nicholson in A
Few Good Men.

   I was completely disconcerted now.  My whole plan of attack for this big
confrontation was in complete shambles.  Barbara stared at me for a minute,
then got up, walked around her desk and sat on top of it looking down at
me.

   "Alright Danica," she said, "I'll tell you the truth, although you may
not want to hear it.  I was hoping to delay this conversation until later,
but now is as good a time as any.  The truth is you're the reason that DDE
has a Mailgirls program."

   I was startled by this statement.  "What are you talking about?"

   She paused for minute as if weighing how to continue.  "It's a bit of a
long story so bear with me.  I'm sure you know I have my Masters degree in
Psychology." 

   "Yes," I nodded.

   "The reason I chose that is because I've always been fascinated by human
behavior, by what drives and motivates people and makes them do what they
do.  But more specifically I was interested in studies involving
controlling and shaping human behavior.  I wanted to learn to read people
and understand their true desires rather than the ones they express
publicly."

   So she went to college to learn to become a master manipulator.  I can't
say that surprised me.  "That's interesting, but I'm not sure what that has
to do with me being responsible for the Mailgirls program here, Barbara."

   "I'm getting to that," she smiled.  "I took part in studies involving
human behavior in college, including some where I allowed myself to be the
subject, but as you know there are ethical limits to how far you can go in
a university setting.  I've always wanted to know what it would be like to
be in complete control of another person, to have them willingly submit and
turn over their life to me.  There's only so far you can go with that in a
formal peer-reviewed environment, though."

   "So basically you just wanted to be a f*cking dominatrix then," I said.
"How boring." 

   Barbara laughed.  "I'd like to think it's much more complex than that.
I'm not averse to using the carrot along with the stick.  I also want
something that goes well beyond just simple role playing and involves a
complete lifestyle change."

   "And so you decided to use me as your human guinea pig?  You really
think you know what my true desires are now after a couple of months as a
mailgirl?"

   "Oh, I've been learning about you much longer than that, Danica."

   "What do you mean?" I asked.

   "Right after you started working here your new hire class was brought
through the tower during orientation.  I doubt you even remember seeing me
but I remember those green eyes staring out of that beautiful face very
clearly.  It wasn't just your exotic beauty that caught my eye, though, it
was the innate intelligence and hunger I sensed behind those eyes.  I was
immediately fascinated by you."

   "And you got that from seeing me for like thirty seconds?" 

   "It was enough to get me interested in learning more about you," Barbara
replied.

   "So, what, you started spying on me and stalking me or something?"

   "I've kept a close eye on your work here and learned the basics about
you on the internet, but obviously that wasn't nearly enough," Barbara
said. "Fortunately I have a friend from college who is an investigative
reporter and does some work for me occasionally.  She has a rare ability to
be able dig up all kinds of information without raising any red flags or
even letting the people she's chatting up know they're being interviewed.
She found out quite a lot about you from your friends and family.  Probably
a lot more than they realized they were revealing."

   I was stunned by the lengths Barbara had gone to in digging into my
life. I had no idea any of this had been going on.  "And what did she
find?" I asked, more than a little nervous about the answer.

   "Oh, she just provided me with raw information.  I'm the one who
interpreted it into an evaluation."

   "Then what did you find?"

   Barbara was silent for a few moments before speaking.  "What I found was
a smart, driven girl who is very conscious of her looks and a little bit
vain about them.  A girl who grew up without a father and with a frequently
absent mother who imposed little discipline and few limits on her.  A girl
who wanted those things so desperately that she imposed her own limits on
herself.  A girl who has suppressed her exhibitionist fantasies and
homosexual desires while hooking up with a series of losers and allowing
them to mistreat her while ceding a great deal of control to them.  Most of
all I found a latent submissive with the desire to be under the control of
a strong person who understands what her true desires and fantasies are and
will force her to live them out."

   I wanted to lash out angrily at Barbara, to tell her she was wrong and
that she knew absolutely nothing about me.  I wanted to, but I couldn't.  I
knew she was right about everything.  Some of them were things I'd only
recently discovered about myself after being manipulated by her into
becoming a mailgirl.  As she spoke I felt more naked and exposed than ever,
even though this was the first time I'd been dressed in front of her in
weeks.  I felt a rush of emotion coursing through me as I was
psychologically laid bare before her.

   "So you started Mailgirls for me, to make me do all the things you think
I secretly desire?" I asked in a quiet, trembling voice.  There was no
longer any doubt in my mind that she was the driving force behind the
program at DDE.

   "Yes, Danica," she replied.  "I've been interested in Mailgirls for a
long time.  I've always thought it would be a marvelous laboratory for
observing and shaping human behavior.  It tends to bring out honest
reactions and emotions in the interaction between the clothed employees and
nude mailgirls, much more so than you would normally find between people in
an average workplace.  And in your case, once I discovered what I believed
were latent exhibitionist and submissive tendencies, I thought it would
provide the perfect environment for incubating those tendencies."

   "So I'm your big human behavior experiment then?" I said.  "Your plan is
to take control of my life and force me to do things against my will?"

   "Just the opposite, Danica," she replied.  "Any knucklehead with a gun
or heavy fists can force someone to do something against their will, or can
beat them down psychologically like  Anna's mother has been doing with
her. What I'm interested in is peeling back the layers and finding the true
core of a person and then forcing them into a situation where they would
voluntarily become who they really are every moment of the day."

   "If you're forcing someone into that situation then how could what they
do be voluntary?" I asked.

   "Because there is always a door left open for them to leave at any
time."

   I let out a sharp, bitter laugh.  "You mean like a contract that would
ruin a person financially if they ever left?  That kind of door?"

   "Would it really have ruined you financially, Danica?" she responded. 
"Someone with your looks, education, intelligence, and drive?  It would
have been difficult for awhile but you could have overcome it.  You still
can.  The door is right there."

   Barbara remained silent for a minute letting those words hang in the
air. Could I just get up and walk out the door, I asked myself?  Just walk
away after everything that's happened and start over?  Did I even want to
if I could?  I didn't really know the answer to those questions but I'm
certain that Barbara thought she did.  She was practically daring me to get
up and walk out.  I didn't move a muscle.

   I sighed and stared down at the floor.  "So what's going to happen to
your experiment if the board of directors nukes the Mailgirls program after
the ninety day trial is up?" I asked finally.

   "They won't."

   "How do you know?"

   "Because the CEO controls the board," Barbara said, "and I control the
CEO." After seeing her interaction with Dan Evans in the tenth floor lounge
I had little doubt that was true.  "The program will continue as long as I
want it to, and I want it to continue for a very long time."



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 27b

   As I sat there listening to all of this I realized just how out of my
depth I was in dealing with Barbara and what a fool I'd been in thinking I
could just stride in here and gain anything from a confrontation with her.
"What about Kelly?" I asked finally.  "Aren't you forcing her to do things
against her will?  She hates the submissiveness and humiliation."

   "Kelly loves money more than she hates those things," Barbara answered,
"and that's what she's getting.  And Anna is gaining protection and
independence from her mother.  You can think what you like about me,
Danica, but the truth is I'm giving each of my mailgirls exactly what they
want."

   "What about me?" I asked.  "What are you giving me?"

   "Danica, I'm giving you the opportunity to live out every fantasy you've
ever desired, every one you've ever suppressed."

   "And if I say no?" I asked.

   "I don't think you will."

   Barbara slid off the desk now, walked behind it and took hold of her
desk chair, then rolled it until it was next to mine.  She then sat down,
grabbed the arms of my chair and turned it until the two us were face to
face.

   "I know you were in Hiromoto's office when you were in Tokyo," she told
me.  "I know you saw what he did to Mariko." I was shocked by this
revelation.  Mariko had sworn me to secrecy and I couldn't imagine that she
would tell Barbara.

   "How did you know about that?" I asked.  "Did Mariko tell you?" 

   Barbara laughed.  "I don't talk to Mariko.  Hiromoto himself told me.  I
deal directly with him."

   My head was spinning now.  Barbara seems to know everything.  "Yes, I
was there," I said finally.  "Mariko allows him to do it to help protect
her mailgirls."

   "Is that what she told you?" Barbara replied.  "Hiromoto may use his
power to protect the mailgirls but that's not why Mariko is still there
after all these years and that's not why she lets Hiromoto whip her."

   "Then why?" I asked.

   "Mariko is a submissive like you are.  She wants to feel the whip just
like she wants to be forced out of her clothes and humiliated in front of
her colleagues.  She tells herself that she's doing it only for the other
mailgirls but she'll never leave there as long as Hiromoto is alive and in
control of her.  She craves those things."

   "And you think I'm like that?"

   "We're going to find out, Danica.  I want you to be my Mariko.  I want
you to be the mailgirls' savior who protects her flock and stands in
punishment in their stead for their sins."

   My breath quickened and my pulse raced as I heard this.  I thought back
to Hiromoto's office and the shock I felt at witnessing that.  But I also
knew that a part of me ached to take Mariko's place, to feel the whip
against my bare skin.

   "Are you going to whip me for the other girls' demerits?"

   "No," Barbara laughed.  "I don't give a shit about demerits and the whip
is a rather crude tool in molding behavior, although it will have its place
at times.  No, what I want most from you is obedience.  If I get that I'll
protect Anna and Kelly and all of our future mailgirls from the sharks in
the building the same way that Hiromoto does."

   "You don't have his power," I said.

   "That's where you're wrong, Danica," she replied.  "I do have that kind
of power within this company, although it's more subtly applied.  I'm the
only reason that Hector Flores has kept his dick in his pants this long,
and there are much more powerful men than him who want you girls to be
delivering more than memos when you visit their offices."

   I thought about the odious Flores and how uncomfortable he made it for
me and Anna whenever we were in his office.  It made me sick to think of
him, or anyone else here, laying a hand on her.  "If I leave I'll take Anna
with me," I told Barbara.  "I won't let anyone hurt her."

   "Anna is no longer free to leave," Barbara replied, "at least not
without financial consequence."

   "What do you mean?  She's not under contract."

   "She is now," Barbara said.  "She signed it this morning while you were
busy moving.  I had to help her open an account in our credit union to
deposit her bonus.  She'll owe us quite a bit of money if she decides to
leave."

   I wanted to scream!  I had warned Anna about not signing anything
without talking to me first! 

   I was reeling now with everything I'd heard.  Barbara seemed to be
constantly one step ahead of me no matter what I did.  Had she somehow
known I'd be coming in here to confront her and had quickly signed Anna to
help maintain leverage?  Had she sent Kelly to me today to provoke me into
this confrontation?  I no longer knew what to believe or who to trust. 
"What the hell do you want from me, Barbara?" I asked.

   "I want a decision from you, Danica," she responded.  "Right here, right
now.  And this time I'll tell you everything.  I'll tell you exactly what
your future will be if you stay."

   "Alright," I replied, "tell me.  Exactly.  No bullshit or lies this
time."

   "No lies, no bullshit," Barbara said as she leaned in toward me grasping
the arms of my chair as she did.  I tried to hold her gaze for a moment and
then found myself nervously staring at the floor. 

   "Danica," she said, "I'm going to slowly, methodically strip everything
from you, just as I stripped you of your clothes here at work.  I'll take
your name, your possessions, the control of your clothes when your away
from work, and everything else that allows you to be an independent woman.
You will rely on me for everything in your life and you will become
completely subservient to me." She paused for a moment to let me digest
that as a wave of conflicting emotions surged through my body.  I could
feel my heart thumping in my chest as she spoke.

   "When we expand the Mailgirls program and extend it to the rest of the
complex, I will expose you to every single employee in every wing," she
continued.  "I'll humiliate you in front of your former friends and
co-workers.  You'll remain a mailgirl for the remainder of your contract
and then you'll sign another one after that.  And after that one expires we
won't need any more contracts.  You'll beg me to allow you to remain with
me, to remain a mailgirl."

   I could barely breathe.  "Why would I do that," I gasped.  "Why would I
allow you to do that to me?"

   "Because, in your heart of hearts, that's exactly what you want me to
do, Danica.  Someday I'll be running this company and you'll be there in my
service for as long as I want you.  In return I'll provide protection for
you and the other girls."

   "So I'll be your Mariko?"

   "Yes, but you'll never be given a management position or duties.  You'll
always be a lowly mailgirl and will never, ever again wear a single stitch
of clothing in this complex."

   "And what's my alternative?" I asked. 

   "The door is right there, Danica.  You can walk out and go down right
now to HR and sign your separation papers from DDE.  You'll have a rough
time financially for awhile but you'll overcome it.  But if you do that I
think you'll regret it every day for the rest of your life.  You'll wonder
what it would have been like to live out all of your fantasies and to be
who you really are."

   I thought about this for a moment.  "Not Anna," I said quietly.  "I
won't let you take Anna from me."

   Barbara didn't speak for awhile as she silently contemplated this. 
"Alright," she said finally, "I'll grant you that one concession.  I won't
take Anna from you as long as you remain obedient.  But as I strip you of
your independence I can't guarantee that Anna won't decide on her own that
she wants to carve out her own life away from you."

   The silence hung heavy between us as I digested everything that Barbara
had told me.  She stood up now and rolled her chair back behind her desk.
"You know everything now, Danica," she said to me.  "I've laid it all out
on the table.  I have to go meet with someone upstairs now for a few
minutes.  When I get back I either want you gone on your way down to HR to
turn in your resignation, or I want to find you kneeling naked on the floor
with your clothes neatly folded on my desk.  There is no third option and
there will be no further negotiations."

   As the door shut behind her I was left alone with my thoughts.  I knew I
was at a crossroads in my life and what I decided here would affect me for
years to come.  How could I possibly go along with what Barbara was saying,
to be stripped of everything and become totally subservient to her?  She
wasn't just talking about being a mailgirl for the remainder of my
contract, it would be for the foreseeable future, maybe for years.  How
could I ever agree to that?  And as I thought about it, images of what my
life would be like played over and over again in my imagination and the
most intensely raw emotions I'd ever felt coursed through my body. 

   I also thought about the alternative and I knew that Barbara was right
about that as well.  Coming out of college I'd received multiple job offers
before deciding on DDE.  With my degree I knew I could easily find another
good job and my looks would always open doors for me.  Paying off the
penalties in my onerous contract would be difficult, but not impossible. 
As these thoughts raced through my head and I imagined what each future
would be like I suddenly realized I'd made my decision.

   When Barbara returned to her office she found me kneeling on the floor,
naked and trembling.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 28

   PAIN AND PLEASURE

   Barbara walked around me, not saying a word, and picked up one of the
leather Mailgirls delivery pouches she kept in the corner of the office. 
Then she walked over to her desk and picked up my folded clothes and shoes
and stuffed them into the pouch.  After punching something into her
smartphone she began working on her laptop leaving me kneeling there in
dread and anticipation. 

   Several minutes later the door opened and I heard someone walk in,
although I couldn't tell who it was because my back was to the door.  "I
want you to take this out to the clothing donation bin in the parking lot
and empty its contents into it," Barbara said to the person.  "Use one of
the side exits on the ground floor.  I'll notify Security to let you back
into the building when you're done.  Then go to the locker room and collect
Anna's clothes and do the same."

   "You want me to go outside into the parking lot, ma'am?  Naked?" I
recognized Kelly's voice.  The clothing donation bin was all the way across
the employee parking lot and near a busy street.

   "I understand you left the building earlier today during your shift,
Kelly," Barbara said to her.  "This time you'll do it wearing your proper
uniform."

   Kelly didn't speak for a few seconds and it was impossible for me to see
her reaction.  "Yes, ma'am," she said finally as she collected the pouch.
Moments later I heard the door close as she exited the office.

   Barbara returned to working on her laptop while continuing to ignore me
as I kneeled naked on the floor.  She'd left me now with no clothing in the
building and I wondered if I'd be forced to walk naked back to the condo.
The thought of it was intensely exciting.

   I don't know how long I'd been kneeling there before Barbara finally got
up from her desk and walked over to stand over me.  "I hope you haven't
unpacked your clothes yet, Danica, because I'm having someone go by the
condo to collect them," she said.  "They will also be donated to charity,
along with Anna's clothes if she even has any.  You've lost all clothing
privileges for the rest of the month as punishment for your insubordination
today.  After that you can request clothing if you want to go out and I'll
decide whether or not to grant your request.  If I do I'll provide the
clothing and decide what you'll wear.  The same goes for Anna."

   "Anna did nothing wrong, ma'am." I said.

   "No, but as long as she's with you she'll also suffer for your sins. 
Think about that the next time you decide to go off the reservation and
completely flout the rules like you did today."

   "Yes, ma'am." I knew she was already trying to drive a wedge between us
and I'd have to have a long talk with Anna about everything tonight.

   "Question and answer time, Danica," Barbara said abruptly.  "I want
complete honesty from you.  I'll know if you're lying."

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "Tell me everything you saw that day in Hiromoto's office.  Don't leave
anything out." I proceeded to describe everything that happened in as much
detail as I could.  Barbara already knew about it so I didn't see any
reason to hold back.  After I'd finished she walked back to a cabinet in
the rear of her office, unlocked it and retrieved several items from it.  I
gasped when she turned around and I saw what she held in her hands.  In her
left hand was a ball gag and in her right was a riding crop.  She placed
the gag on her desk and walked to me still carrying the whip. 

   "Is this similar to the whip that Hiromoto used on Mariko?" she asked.

   "Y-yes, ma'am." I was beginning to tremble again as a combination of
fear and nervous excitement coursed through me.  Barbara reached out and
placed the leather end of the whip against the upper part of my chest and
my body jerked involuntarily at its touch as if shocked by an electrical
current.  She slowly ran the end of the whip down my left breast until
reaching my hard nipple, then rubbed and teased it with the crop before
moving it over to do the same with my right nipple.  After a few moments it
continued its journey slowly down my stomach toward my naval and beyond. 
When it reached my pussy my body jerked again and I let out a large gasp.
My breathing quickened as she rubbed the end of the whip against my clit,
then she suddenly withdrew it and stepped back from me.

   "Danica, tell me how you felt as you watched Hiromoto whipping Mariko."

   "I, um...." I had to stop for a moment and take a deep breath to try to
regain my composure.  "I was shocked, ma'am.  I'd never witnessed anything
like that before."

   "Did you feel anything else besides shock?"

   "Yes, ma'am.  I guess it excited me, too," I answered truthfully.  "I'd
never seen anything like that before, at least not in real life."

   "But you had seen things like that before in videos, is that right?"

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "When?" she asked.

   "My freshman year in college, ma'am.  I found them on the internet."

   "How did you find them?"

   "I googled things like 'naked slave girl' and 'bondage' and 'nude in
public,' ma'am."

   "Why?" she asked.  "What made you suddenly curious your freshman year?"

   I hesitated for a moment.  It felt like I was revealing too much to her
and was telling her things I'd never told anyone.  "I saw a movie one night
on HBO that got me interested in that kind of thing, ma'am," I told her. 
"It was called 'Secretary.'"

   "Ah," Barbara replied.  It was obvious she was familiar with the film.
"So when you googled these videos did you masturbate to them?"

   "No, ma'am," I replied.  "I was afraid my roommate might walk in on me.
I would sometimes think about them at night in bed, though, and
masturbate."

   "Did you fantasize yourself in the role of a submissive slave girl?"

   "Yes ma'am."

   "What about the nude in public videos?" she asked.  "Did you fantasize
that you were willingly naked in a public place or forced by someone to do
it?"

   "Forced by someone, ma'am," I replied.  "I fantasized that I was forced
to do it after turning in a plagiarized term paper or something like that."
I don't know why I was being so open with her about everything but I
guessed the whip in her hand had something to do with it.

   "You said all of this happened your freshman year.  What about after
that?"

   "No, ma'am," I said.  "I stopped after that."

   "Why?"

   "I thought I was weird or perverted or something thinking about those
things, ma'am.  I made myself stop."

   "So you began suppressing those thoughts and feelings?"

   "Yes, ma'am."

   Barbara walked around me and placed the end of the whip on my neck and
brought it slowly down my back until it settled on my right butt cheek.  I
braced myself for the slap but she withdrew it again.

   "Did you ever have sex with a woman while you were in college, Danica?"

   "Yes, ma'am," I replied.  "A few times."

   "Was it your roommate?"

   "No, ma'am.  A friend.  We did it in her room.  She didn't have a
roommate."

   "And I suppose this was your freshman year and you stopped after that?"
Barbara asked sarcastically.

   "Yes, ma'am." Barbara laughed at that.

   "So basically you're saying that you spent one good year discovering who
you really were and then became a seething cauldron of suppressed desires
after that until I got ahold of you?" I didn't know how to respond to that
so I didn't.

   Barbara walked around me again until she stood in front, the whip still
in her hand.  "Let's get back to talking about what happened in Hiromoto's
office," she said.  "You told me that witnessing it shocked and excited
you. Had you ever been spanked or whipped before that day as part of sex
play?"

   "No, ma'am."

   "Did you wish you could trade places with Mariko while you were
watching?" she asked.

   "I don't know, ma'am.  I mean, I guess so.  Part of me did and part of
me of was horrified."

   "So you had conflicting emotions about it?"

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "But you've thought about it since then and wondered what it would feel
like, haven't you?"

   I was afraid to answer that because I'd fantasized about it a lot since
returning from Tokyo and I'm not sure I wanted Barbara to know that.  She
already seemed to know the answer, though, and I was even more afraid of
the consequences of lying to her.  "Yes ma'am," I replied.  "I have."

   "And when you thought about it how did that make you feel," she asked.

   It I felt like I was on the couch being psychoanalyzed by her, although
I doubt any of Barbara's formal psychology training had involved whips and
naked, submissive women.  I decided the best way forward was to just answer
truthfully.  "It made me very horny thinking about it ma'am.  I masturbated
quite often thinking about it."

   "Thank you for being honest today, Danica," she replied.  Then she
placed the end of the riding crop under my chin and raised my head until I
made eye contact with her. 

   "I'm going to grant you your desire now, but you have to ask me, Danica.
You have to ask me to allow you to feel the whip."



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 28b

   My heart was thumping heavily in my chest as conflicting emotions
consumed me.  I wondered what would happen if I refused?  Would she whip me
anyway, and maybe harder?  Would she put the whip away?  I suddenly
realized I didn't want that to happen.  "Please allow me to feel the whip,"
I pleaded, the desperate tone in my voice surprising me. 

   "Repeat that but address me properly," Barbara responded.

   "Please allow me to feel the whip, mistress." I don't know where the
word "mistress" came from as I spoke it.  Perhaps from my fantasies.

   "No, don't call me that!" Barbara responded sharply.  "You'll address me
as 'ma'am' not 'mistress!' And you're a mailgirl not a slave, is that
understood?"

   I lowered my head and nodded.  "Yes, ma'am." 

   Barbara picked up the ball gag from her desk and walked toward me.  "I'm
going to strap this on you now, Danica.  We can't let them hear you down
the hall." I was visibly shaking now and I don't know if it was from fear
or excitement.  Probably both.  "What I'm going to do will hurt but I won't
injure you or do any damage," she said.  "I will never do that, Danica."

   I took a deep breath to try to calm myself and nodded my consent. 
Barbara placed the ball in my mouth, then fastened the straps and pulled
them tight. 

   "Get down on all fours," Barbara ordered and I promptly complied.  "Now
get down on your forearms and place your forehead on the carpet." I obeyed.
"Lift your right foot." As I raised my foot I felt Barbara place the end of
the crop on the sole.

   "I'll only do five on each foot for now, just to gave you a taste." I
tried to brace myself but the slap came quickly and I felt a piercing pain
in my foot.  The gag muted my scream as I quickly lowered my foot to the
floor.  "Raise it again or that won't count," Barbara commanded.  I quickly
obeyed and closed my eyes.  The second slap came just as quickly, then a
third, fourth, and fifth.  They weren't vicious blows but each one brought
sharp pain. 

   "Now the left," she commanded and Barbara repeated the five slaps on it.
Tears stung my eyes as lowered my foot to the floor.  Barbara allowed me a
minute to recover and as the pain dissipated from my feet it pulsated up
through the rest of my body.  With the gag in my mouth I was forced to
breathe heavily through my nose.

   "Now ten on each ass cheek," Barbara said and I flinched as I felt the
end of the crop resting on my bare skin.  She counted each slap until
reaching ten then moved over and repeated it on my right side.  The slaps
hurt but were not as painful as they had been on the feet.  What hurt
nearly as much was the humiliation of being in this position as an adult
woman, but with the humiliation and pain also came an intense arousal that
was impossible to fight off even if I'd wanted to.

   I remained on my forearms with my forehead touching the carpet, my ass
and pussy rising up into the air, completely exposed.  Barbara moved behind
me and tapped the inside of each leg with the whip indicating that she
wanted them spread wider, then began rubbing my pussy with the end of the
crop.  I let out a deep moan that was muted by the gag and my entire body
was trembling now.  "You're quite wet," she said as she removed the crop. I
desperately wanted her to continue.

   "Remain in that position, Danica, and bring yourself to orgasm," she
ordered.  I lifted my right hand up my inner thigh toward my pussy.  "No!"
she commanded.  "From behind."

   I reached my hand around my outer thigh coming at my pussy from the rear
and began rubbing it.  Barbara remained behind me watching, and the blend
of pain and pleasure surging through me were producing emotions as raw and
intoxicating as anything I'd ever known before.  I'd never felt so
humiliated or been so completely at the mercy of another person in my life
and that only intensified the experience for me.  I understood now why the
ball gag was necessary - it felt like my moaning would've been heard
throughout the building without it.  As I plunged two fingers deep inside
myself Barbara began lightly slapping my right ass cheek in rhythm with my
thrusts.  A few moments later my entire body shook as I reached a climax
that completely overwhelmed any residual pain I felt. 

   After it was over I returned my right arm to the floor and waited for
Barbara's next command.  "Get into your mailgirls kneeling position," she
ordered.  I felt completely spent as I lifted my head from the carpet and
assumed the position.  Barbara walked around me and placed the whip on her
desk, then surprised me by kneeling down in front of me.  She lifted my
head with her hands until I was staring into her eyes.  The intensity of
her gaze made me uncomfortable but I forced myself to remain locked on her
eyes.

   "There's one more thing I want you to experience today, Danica," she
said.  "I have to attend a meeting now but your ass is red and I can't
allow you to leave my office looking like that.  I'm going to bind you now
so you'll be unable to leave but I want you to give me your consent.  It
will be uncomfortable but it won't be painful." My eyes widened as I heard
this.  Unable to speak with the gag in my mouth I nodded my head in
consent, still fixed on her gaze.  For the first time since the punishment
session had begun a smile crossed Barbara's face and she surprised me by
leaning in and kissing me gently on the forehead.  "Good girl," she said.
"You're doing well."

   Barbara rose to her feet and walked to a set of double doors and
unlocked them with a key.  When the doors swung open I saw it was a closet.
I didn't know whether it normally held clothes or not, but right now it was
empty.  "Get on all fours and crawl over here, Danica." Whatever softness
she had shown briefly was gone again.

   I crawled across the office until I reached her.  "Get into the closet
and face the wall to your left on your knees, then place your hands behind
your back." The closet was maybe six feet wide and four feet deep, just
wide enough for Barbara to enter it and stand behind me after I had obeyed
her command.  I heard her retrieve something from an upper shelf in the
closet and realized it was a rope as she began binding my hands behind my
back with one end of it.  The rope was made of soft fiber and wasn't
abrasive to my skin.  She wrapped the rope around my wrists several times
and then made several loops around the rope between my wrists.  When she
had finished with that she took the other end of the rope and did the same
with my ankles.  She used what was left of the end of the rope to cinch my
hands and ankles together, forcing me down into a position that was similar
to my normal kneeling position, then tied it into a knot.  The rope was the
perfect length.  It was clear to me now that it, and the closet, had been
prepared for me, perhaps even before my very first meeting with her.

   The ropes were constrictive and it was impossible for me to move, but
because it left me in something resembling my normal kneeling position it
wasn't too uncomfortable.  "Just one more accessory and we're finished,"
she said.  I heard her retrieve something else from the upper shelf and I
realized it was a blindfold as she pulled it over my eyes and cinched it
tight.  My world now was in total darkness.

   "I don't know how long I'll be but I'll be back to free you today, I
promise." I felt her hands reaching around to caress my breasts.  She began
rolling and pulling each of my already hard nipples, teasing them out to
even greater prominence, then pinched them hard enough to cause my body to
jerk in respnse.  "So beautiful," she whispered in my ear.  The next sounds
I heard were the doors shutting, the key turning in the closet door lock,
and her footsteps fading away.

   I was alone in the dark now, naked and bound, left with only my
thoughts.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 29

   BOUND

   My breathing quickened as I tried to fight back my rising fear and
panic. Fortunately I wasn't claustrophobic or I'd really have been freaking
out, but being bound, blindfolded, and locked in a closet was like nothing
I'd ever experienced before.  All kinds of thoughts raced through my head.
What if there is a fire?  What if Barbara falls down the stairs and breaks
her neck, who would release me then?  What if Barbara is lying and leaves
me here all night?

   I finally forced myself to take some deep breaths to try to calm down.
None of those things are going to happen, I told myself.  Barbara will be
back soon to free me.  She wouldn't allow anything bad to happen to me.  It
took a few minutes but I finally began to relax. 

   I'd taken a yoga class in college which had also taught meditation
techniques and I began to apply those now.  I tried to empty my mind and
focus on my breathing and the movement of my body.  Every time a stray
thought entered my head I gently pushed it aside and returned my focus to
the movement of my chest, shoulders, and stomach with each breath.  I'm not
saying I reached a state of tranquility or enlightenment or anything, but
at least I was able to eventually calm down enough to start thinking
rationally about everything that had transpired.

   It'd all started last night when Anna's mom had showed up at the
apartment - was that really less than 24 hours ago?  - and had continued to
build from there.  After that had been the police, the lovemaking with
Anna, the order this morning by Barbara to move into her condo, Kelly's
confession of her involvement in my recruitment, and finally my
confrontation with Barbara. 

   Confrontation?  I had to laugh at the use of that word, or would have
anyway if I didn't have a gag in my mouth.  It had gone about as well as
Custer's confrontation with the Sioux at Little Bighorn.  What in the world
had possessed me to think I could possibly win that battle?  Had I
subconsciously decided to force Barbara's hand with its inevitable outcome
and subsequent punishment? 

   A thought suddenly entered my head: I'm here because I've chosen to be
here.  I tried to push it aside.  That's not true, I told myself.  I'm here
in this closet - bound, gagged, blindfolded, and locked up - because
Barbara forced me into it.

   No, I'm here because I've chosen to be here.  The same thought kept
returning until I stopped fighting it and decided to examine it.  Could it
be true?  In terms of the immediate past I knew it was.  Barbara had given
me the choice today of walking out the door - in fact, had practically
dared me to do it - and I had chosen to remain and submit to her.  And
every step along the way after that - from the gagging, to the whipping, to
the binding - she had asked my consent first and I had granted it. 

   I went farther back now, all the way to that very first meeting in this
office.  I could have easily walked out then when I first heard about the
Mailgirls program.  After that came signing the contract, Tokyo, the
revelation I was going to be a mailgirl, signing the nudity waiver, and
finally agreeing to move into Barbara's condo.  Every step along the way
I'd had opportunities to change course, and every time I'd chosen the path
that led me here. 

   There's no doubt that Barbara had done everything possible to stack the
deck in her favor, but that didn't change the fact that I'd always had a
choice.  I still do.  After Barbara releases me today I could go straight
down to HR to sign my separation papers, then leave and never come back.  I
knew now, though, that I wouldn't do that.  I didn't want to.  Barbara had
known that all along.

   I thought back to my life right before all of this had happened.  It had
been a good life.  I had friends, an interesting job with a vibrant
company, and was on a career path I believed would lead to success.  When I
thought about it, though, in comparison to the craziness and intensity of
my life now, it just seemed so normal and conventional.  So...vanilla. 

   If I could somehow step out of this closet and go back to that life as
if none of this had ever happened, would I do it?  As I focused on that
question I realized that I wouldn't.  The past two months had unlocked
cravings and desires within me that I'd barely known existed and it would
be impossible for me now to go back to that life, at least not until I'd
fully explored those desires.  The future that Barbara described for me
should have horrified me, but for some reason I found it terribly exciting.
Everything, that is, except remaining indefinitely as Barbara's virtual
slave until she decided to release me.

   I had absolutely no intention of signing another contract after this one
expired.  Even if I wanted to continue my life as a mailgirl I would do it
as a free agent who could walk away at any time without penalty.  Barbara
had seemed confident, though, that I would sign another one and that made
me nervous.  I'm sure she believed she could find enough leverage to get me
to do it, and I knew better than to underestimate her.  Continuing down
this path would be treacherous, but knowing that only made it even more
exciting.  I'd have to be wary to escape any future traps she had planned
for me.

   I thought about the potential of Barbara turning me into a sex slave for
the executives on the upper floors and immediately dismissed it.  She'd
promised to protect me in exchange for my obedience, and I believed her. 
Not because I thought that she was trustworthy, because she'd proven
repeatedly that she wasn't.  No, I believed her because I knew that Barbara
considered me one of her possessions now, and she always took care of her
possessions.  Everything that belonged to her - from her condo, to her
clothes, to her car, to her office - were always immaculately maintained.
She would no sooner allow the men upstairs to defile me than she would
allow one of them to take a dump on her carpet or smoke in her car. 

   On the other hand I knew that Barbara would probably choose to use me
sexually herself.  It had already begun today.  It's something I had mixed
emotions about, but the prospect of being forced into sex by a beautiful
and powerful woman also excited me.  It was another thing I'd have to talk
to Anna about, though.  I'd decided I wasn't going to keep anything from
her.

   For the first time I had finally decided to accept and embrace my true
nature as a bisexual submissive.  The clues had been there all along, but
without someone to force me to test my barriers I'd always retreated back
into the relative comfort of "normalcy" at the first sign of risk.  With
Barbara in charge, though, I crashed through those barriers like I was
onboard a runaway diesel truck.  There's no way I was going to jump off of
this ride right now even though I knew it might well crash and burn down
the road.

   My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a key turning in the closet
door lock.  It startled me because I hadn't heard Barbara return.  I felt
her hand gently stroking my hair for a few moments, then she began
wordlessly loosening the ropes.  After freeing me she helped me to my feet
and guided me, still blindfolded and gagged, back into the office.  My legs
felt wobbly, like a newborn colt's, but Barbara kept an arm around me to
help me maintain my balance.  "Kneel," she commanded, and I obeyed. 
Finally she removed the blindfold and the gag, then held out a bottle of
cold water and let me sip from it.  When I had finished she screwed the cap
back on and stood above me.

   "Now tell me everything you experienced and thought about in there," she
commanded.  "Everything."



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 29b

   I was mostly honest as I described my experience and thoughts while
bound, gagged, blindfolded and locked in the closet.  Mostly.  I doubt
Barbara was surprised by any of it.  One thing I didn't tell her about was
my decision to never sign another contract, although I doubt it would have
made any difference if I had.  I'm sure her future plans for me weren't
based on getting me to agree to sign a second contract by asking me
sweetly.

   Barbara asked me a few questions but by the time we were done she seemed
satisfied with what she'd heard.  "I was going to give you the day off
today to get settled into the condo," she said, "but since you decided to
come in here today you might as well go to work." I looked up at the clock
on the wall and was surprised to see it was only about four o'clock with
still two hours left on my normal shift.  With everything that had happened
today it seemed like it should be much later.  I doubt I'd been in the
closet for more than an hour although it seemed longer.

   "Yes, ma'am," I responded.  "How are Anna and I going to get back to the
condo after work without any clothes?"

   "I've arranged for that," she said.  "Go to the security office in the
basement when you're ready to leave.  I was going to have a security guard
walking you two home every day anyway in case Anna's mom showed up so I've
arranged for them to give you something to wear back to the condo.  Once
you're there you'll take it off and give it back to him.  Whoever escorts
you to work the next day will bring it back for you to wear.  There are no
longer any clothes available for either of you in the condo."

   So Anna and I are going to be virtual prisoners in Barbara's condo, I
thought to myself.  "Yes, ma'am," I said.  "What will the other condo
residents think, though?"

   "DDE developed and owns the property and we only sell or rent to DDE
employees," she replied.  "Most of them are tower employees who've already
seen you naked anyway.  I've talked to the condo manager and there won't be
a problem.  The two of you will have a free run of the property including
the pool, spa, and workout room."

   "What about food, ma'am?" I asked. 

   "There's a grocery store nearby that delivers.  Also a lot of
restaurants and pizza places around that deliver as well.  I've had your
purse returned to the condo with your debit and credit cards in it.  You
won't starve."

   As I thought about all of this Barbara spoke up again.  "One thing I
want to make clear, Danica is you're not allowed to accept any clothes from
anyone unless I authorize it, and I won't do that for the rest of the
month. Any violation of that will result in serious punishment, and I don't
mean just a whipping for you.  You'd probably think of that as a reward. 
Anna will get the whip as well."

   I gasped as she said that.  I was going to challenge her but quickly
thought better of it.  "Yes, ma'am."

   "That's why I wanted to give you a taste of it today," Barbara said. 
"As long as she's with you she'll suffer for your transgressions."

   "Yes, ma'am," I replied.  "I'll be good."

   "I suspect you won't," Barbara replied, "but eventually you will."
Barbara turned and walked behind her desk and sat down.  "You won't be a
prisoner in that condo, Danica," she said as if responding to my earlier
unspoken thoughts.  "You and Anna can come and go as you please, as long as
you're willing to do it naked."

   I thought about that for a moment.  Would I dare do that?

   "Now go," Barbara said as she dismissed me.  "Get out of here."



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 30

   SHOCK AND AWE

   I left Barbara's office in a state of shock over everything that had
transpired there.  As I walked through the ninth floor toward the stairs
the same people who had ignored me earlier as I'd passed through wearing
normal business attire were now staring at me.  I know how weird it sounds
but it didn't occur to me until then that I was naked.  I guess that's just
how crazy my life had become when walking nude through a busy office
building felt like the most "normal" thing that had happened to me lately.

   I made my way down the stairs to the mailgirls locker room in the
basement.  I opened my locker and saw it was empty except for my makeup and
toiletry kit along with my mailgirls smartwatch.  The clothes were gone -
both mine and Anna's - taken to the charity clothes bin in the parking lot
by Kelly.  For the first time it really hit me...I have no clothes.  Not in
the building, not in the condo, not anywhere.  I know this was something
I'd fantasized about before, but now that the fantasy had become reality it
was a frightening prospect.  How can a person function in the modern day
world without access to any clothing whatsoever?  I was about to find out,
I guess.

   I hopped into the shower to clean up and prepare myself to get to work
for the last part of my shift.  I dried and brushed my hair, reapplied my
makeup, and strapped on the watch.  It didn't take long before I was called
out for a pickup.  After a couple of pickup and deliveries I found myself
on the sixth floor without a new assignment so I headed for the mailgirls
mat.  When I got there I found Kelly already kneeling on it, also waiting
for a new assignment.  I knelt down beside her.

   The two of us remained in uncomfortable silence for a minute or so
before Kelly finally spoke up.  "So you had to go straight to Barbara and
tell her what I told you in confidence today?"

   "Kelly, you're not in any position to be talking about betrayed
confidences," I responded.

   "Maybe not, but I was trying to help you," she said.  "I was trying to
warn you that Barbara's been trying to get her claws into you for a long
time."

   "You're way too late for that," I said.  "A couple of months too late."

   We kneeled there in silence for several minutes before Kelly spoke
again. "Did you hear what happened to Hector Flores today?"

   "Flores?  No, what happened to him?"

   "He got fired this afternoon," Kelly said.  "I got called up to his
office to pick up a box of his personal effects as security was escorting
him out.  He was screaming bloody murder about it, too.  Said he didn't
know why he was being fired."

   "When did this happen?" I asked.

   "An hour or so ago.  Maybe a little longer than that."

   It was during the time I was locked in the closet.  Now I knew what
Barbara had been up to while she was gone.  "Barbara did it," I said to
Kelly.  "Barbara fired him."

   "Barbara?" Kelly replied.  "He doesn't even work in her department.  I
mean, the guy's a creep and I'm glad he's gone, but why the hell would
Barbara fire him?"

   "Just to show me she could," I said.  "To prove to me she had the
power." I knew now her offer of protection for me, Anna, Kelly, and any
future mailgirls in exchange for my obedience was no myth or idle boast. 
She had just shown me that she could do what she claimed she could do.

   Kelly pondered what I'd said for a few moments.  "Are you going to tell
me what the hell happened in Barbara's office?"

   "No."

   We both remained kneeling together in uneasy silence for at least
another five minutes before Kelly's watch finally alerted her to a pick up.
"Thank god," she said as she leapt to her feet and took off.

   I finished my last run of the day a little after six and by the time I
got to the locker room Kelly was already dressed and bolted out the door
without speaking to me.  Anna was sitting on the bench looking at me with a
puzzled smile.  "My clothes are gone," she said to me.  "Kelly said you
could tell me about it."

   "I'll tell you about everything back at the condo, Anna.  I just want to
get a quick shower and get the hell out of here.  It's been a crazy day."

   Anna got up and walked toward me.  "That's okay," she said with a smile
as she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on the lips.  "Clothes just
get in the way anyway."

   This caught me a little off guard and I laughed a little as my lips
pulled away from hers.  "Wow, what's gotten into you?"

   "You have," Anna replied as she kissed me again.  The warmth and touch
of her bare skin against mine felt wonderful and was the perfect antidote
to all of the craziness of the day.  My shy, frightened little girl is
growing up fast, I thought to myself.  I let her kiss linger this time
before pulling away.  I took her by the hand and led her to the shower.

   The two of us shared the same shower nozzle as we soaped each other,
letting our hands wander over each other's bodies.  When we were done we
toweled each other off, then kissed again.  When we were done Anna looked
at me.  "Now what?" she asked.  "How do we get to the condo?"

   I took her by the hand.  "We're going to have to get an escort from the
Security office," I said.  "And something to wear."

   We walked hand in hand through the basement hall to the same Security
office that Anna and I had been brought to the day her mom had showed up
here at DDE and she had sucker punched me.  Unlike that day, the room was
empty except for one man, a balding fortyish security guard with a gray
flecked stubble beard.  A crooked grin came to his face as he watched us
enter.  "Hello girls," he said.

   "Did Barbara Anderson talk to you about the arrangement to escort us to
her condo?" I asked.

   "As a matter of fact she did," he replied, his eyes wandering over our
bodies.  He picked up a radio and keyed the mike.  "Hey Tim, I've got a
task to take care of.  I'll be out of the office for a few minutes."

   "Need any help?" Tim's voice replied over the radio.

   "Naw," the man said, his eyes glued to my tits.  "I just need to escort
a couple of employees out.  It looks pretty boring.  I can handle it on my
own."

   "Okay'" the voice said.  "Let me know when you're back."

   "Roger."

   "You have something for us to wear?" I asked.

   "Yeah, unfortunately," he replied.  He opened a drawer and retrieved two
small scraps of white cotton fabric and what I recognized as the condo key
card, a type of key similar to what you would find in hotels.  I held out
my hand to take the garment.

   "Nope," he said.  "You're not allowed to dress in the building.  "Ms. 
Anderson's orders." Apparently her statement that I would never again wear
a single stitch of clothing anywhere in the DDE complex was meant
literally.

   We followed the guard out the door into the basement corridor, then
walked until we reached an exit door and followed him through it.  On the
other side was an underground garage reserved for the company's top
executives.  At this time of the evening it was mostly empty.  Now that we
were out of the building the guard handed each of us our folded garments. I
shook it open and saw it was a thin white cotton tank top.  That was it. 
Nothing else.

   I pulled on the tank top and Anna did the same.  They were a snug fit
and hugged every curve of our bodies.  I pulled the bottom of it down to
cover my ass which revealed a great deal of cleavage.  When I tried to
adjust the top part to cover my breasts half of my ass came uncovered.  It
was barely enough to keep us legal on the walk to the condo.  The crooked
grin returned to the guard's face as he watched us try to adjust them. 
"You're a bit overdressed for my tastes," he said.

   With Anna's hand in mine we followed him up some stairs to an exit that
led us outside into the main employee parking lot.  From there we crossed
the lot toward a busy street filled with rush hour traffic.  Along the way
we passed by the clothing donation bin and I thought about our clothes
being in there and how Kelly had been forced to come out here naked twice
today to deposit them.  I don't know he she felt but I knew it would've
been very exciting for me.  Even wearing the thin tank top out here was
exciting.

   Several horns honked as we stood at the crosswalk waiting for the light
to turn green, and as we crossed the street I could feel the eyes on us. 
It seemed strange that after being totally nude for weeks working in the
tower that being outdoors in public like this wearing a tank top could be
so arousing.  I could tell by the way Anna was squeezing my hand that she
felt the same way.  As we passed in front of the cars stopped at the light
she playfully grabbed the bottom of my shirt with her free hand and lifted
it, revealing my ass.  "Anna!" I squealed as I reached back to pull it
down. Anna simply laughed.  So did the security guard who was behind us and
got a prime view of the show.

   Five minutes later we stood in front of the entrance to Barbara's condo.
The guard inserted the key card and opened the front door, then held out
his hand.  "Give me your shirts," he ordered.  We stripped them off and
handed them to him, still standing outside the door.  "Someone will be here
in the morning to take you back to work.  Be ready." He then pocketed the
key card.

   "What about the key?" I asked.

   "You don't get one," he replied. 

   I knew the door was designed to lock whenever closed.  "So we're trapped
in here and can never leave except to go to work?"

   The guard smirked.  "I'm not an expert on doors or anything," he said
sarcastically, "but I'm guessing if one of you stays inside then she can
open the door for the other one.  And don't leave the door propped open
either.  That's per Barbara Edwards' orders."

   The guard turned to leave.  "Goodnight gals," he said.  "See you
tomorrow."

   "Adios asshole!" Anna shouted at him, then grabbed me by the hand and
dragged me into the condo.  She kept dragging me until we reached the
bedroom. 

   I may have created a monster, I thought as Anna pressed her lips against
the nape of my neck and began working her way down from there. 



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 30b

   AGONY AND ECSTASY

   Two orgasms later I lay in bed drained, Anna's head resting on my chest,
her right hand stroking my hair.  As we lay there I pondered the changing
dynamics of my relationship with her.  The shy, frightened girl I'd first
met a few weeks ago was becoming more confident all the time, and as time
passed she was taking control of our relationship.  I may have mentored her
in our first lovemaking session last night but she had quickly taken
control tonight.  In both cases she had been the aggressor in initiating
the sex. 

   I'd seen some signs of this nature right from the start in her stubborn
insistence in becoming a mailgirl despite my advice and the way she had
marched into Barbara's office to make it happen.  I also recognized my own
pattern of ceding control to lovers as relationships progressed and saw
this now as part of my own submissive nature.  Still, I was surprised with
how quickly my original role as a mentor and protector to the girl was
changing as Anna became more forceful, independent, and confident.

   Anna interrupted my thoughts as she finally broke the silence.  "Are you
going to tell me what happened with Barbara today?" she asked.

   "Yes, but I have a question for you first, Anna."

   "Okay."

   "Why did you sign a contract without talking to me first?" I asked.

   Anna sighed.  "I wanted to, but Barbara wouldn't let me.  She said she
was ending my internship immediately and I either had to sign a mailgirls
contract or leave the company.  She said if I left the office without
signing it I wouldn't be given another chance."

   That sounded exactly like Barbara.  She'd used the same tactic on me
today, demanding an immediate "my way or the highway" decision, confident
in knowing which path I would choose.  I certainly couldn't blame Anna for
caving in to it.

   "Besides, I love being a mailgirl and I was doing it for nothing," Anna
continued.  "She offered me a lot of money to do what I wanted to do
anyway!"

   "That's okay," I said to her.  "She forced me into a decision today in
pretty much the same way."

   "What happened today anyway?" she asked.

   I decided I was going to tell her everything, I would hold nothing back.
I started with Kelly's confession of her complicity in recruiting me, my
confrontation with Barbara, the ultimatum she had given me, and my decision
to submit to her.  Then I told her about the whipping and the closet.

   After I'd finished we both lay there in silence for awhile as Anna
digested everything I'd told her.  "Wow," she said finally.  "I guess me
signing that contract didn't help things."

   "It gives her more leverage over me," I said.  "I think she wants to use
the threat of forcing us apart to control me."

   "That's never going to happen," Anna said as she kissed me on the lips.
I smiled up at her and began stroking her hair.

   "No, it's not," I replied

   Anna asked me about the whipping Barbara gave me.  "That sounds awful.
Did you actually like it?" she asked.

   I thought it about it for a minute.  "I can't say that I 'liked' it but
it was incredibly arousing.  I think it's mostly the humiliation and loss
of control, more than the pain that gets me off.  The same with the
bondage. There's something in my nature that really gets turned on by it. I
don't know where it comes from, but it's there."

   She thought about it for a minute.  "My mom used to whip me with a belt.
I hated it!"

   "I know," I said.  "Most people would probably feel that way."

   "But the pain is pleasurable to you?" she asked.

   "To a point," I said.  "I'm sure there's a threshold where it wouldn't
be, but Barbara never crossed it."

   "I still don't really get it," Anna said.

   I tried to think of some example that she might relate to.  "If you've
ever been held down and tickled it's a little like that.  It's both
pleasurable and very uncomfortable at the same time and is hard to endure
without trying to squirm and get out of it.  That's kind of what I
experienced today, only at a more intense level."

   "Okay," she replied.  "I guess I understand that a little." A devilish
smile crossed her face.  "So I guess that means you're ticklish then," she
said as she climbed on top of my midsection and straddled me.

   "No, I'm not!" I laughed as she began tickling me with her fingertips.

   "You're not?" she laughed as she intensified the tickling.

   I started squirming and laughing.  "Okay I am!" I squealed as I grabbed
her arms to make her stop.  "I'm very ticklish!"

   Anna gave me a theatrical pout.  "This is no fun if you won't let me do
it."

   "I can't help it," I said to her.  Then from some deep recess of my
brain came the words, "You have to tie me down."

   Anna's eyes widened.  "Really?  You want me to?"

   The words had surprised me as they came out of my mouth, but now that
they'd been spoken I didn't want to retract them.

   "Yes, I do."

   Anna looked around the room.  "What should I use?  Is there a rope or
something around?"

   "I don't know," I replied.  "You'll need to to look around."

   Anna crawled off of me and started looking through the closet and
various drawers in the bedroom.  When she didn't find anything she walked
out of the door and began searching through the rest of the condo.  I guess
I could have helped her look but leaving her in charge was part of the game
and I was content to lay submissively on the bed.

   A couple of minutes later Anna reentered the bedroom carrying some rope.
"I found it in a utility closet," she said.  I recognized it as the exact
same type of thin rope that Barbara had used on me today in her office. 
Maybe she gets a discount for buying it in bulk, I thought to myself with
amusement.

   "That'll work," I said to Anna.  "You'll need to cut it into four equal
lengths."

   She left the bedroom again and returned with some scissors.  After she
cut the rope she looked down on me as I lay on the bed.  "I'm not really
sure how to do this," she said.  "I don't know any knots or anything."

   "That's okay.  Just do your best.  Tie each of my wrists and ankles up
to a bedpost and I'll let you know if it's too loose or tight."

   Anna did this, and after some trial and error I found myself firmly tied
spread eagle on the bed, unable to move.  Anna crawled onto the bed and
straddled my stomach, then teasingly wriggled her ten fingers as I looked
on in nervous anticipation.  "Hmm, where shall I start," she smiled, then
reached down and began tickling my armpits.  I let out a combination of a
laugh and a shriek as she did this and began writhing beneath her.  "Oh
boy, you really are ticklish aren't you?" she laughed.

   "Yes!" I squealed.  Anna's fingers kept moving relentlessly over my
upper body as I twisted and turned, laughing uncontrollably.  I tried in
vain to avoid her fingers but the straps held me fast.  In some ways this
was harder to endure than the whipping as Anna kept tickling without letup.

   When she'd finally finished with my upper body she slid off the bed and
went after my legs.  I continued to writhe and thrash on the bed but I was
defenseless against her roaming fingers.  When she began tickling the
bottom of my feet it was almost more than I could bear.  My howls were a
combination of laughing, crying and shrieking.  Agony and ecstasy.  Anna
continued until my entire body shook as I reached an intense orgasm.

   Anna backed away, a beaming smile on her face.  "Wow!" she said.  "That
was awesome!"

   "Oh my god," I said weakly, still trying to catch my breath.  Anna let
me decompress for a couple of minutes before she spoke again.

   "What should I do now?" she asked.  "Do you want me to let you go?"

   "You're in control, Anna," I said to her.

   That devilish grin returned to her face.  "Well then, I'm starved," she
said.  "I'm going to fix myself something to eat and if you're a good girl
I might feed you something, too.  Then I think we'll do that again!" Anna
leaned over and gave me a deep kiss on the lips, then turned and padded out
of the room leaving me strapped to the bed.

   As I stared helplessly at the ceiling a smile crossed my face.  This had
been the craziest day of my life, and it wasn't over yet.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 31

   HOLDING PATTERN

   After that crazy day things started settling down a bit for me and Anna.
Every weekday morning a DDE security guard would show up at the condo at
7:00 am, hand us each a skimpy tank top, and escort us to the DDE complex.
We'd enter through the underground executive parking garage and would have
to remove the shirt and hand it back to the guard before we were allowed to
enter the building.

   From 8:00 am until 6:00 pm we worked our regular mailgirls shift.  After
that I began my now mandatory naked cocktail waitress duties in the tenth
floor executive lounge, which usually lasted for an hour or two, depending
on how busy it was.  Since I was a salaried employee those extra hours
earned me no additional money or overtime and the executives were told by
Barbara not to tip me.  The only one who ever broke that rule was the CEO
Dan Evans who continued to be pleasant to me on the relatively rare nights
he showed up in the lounge.

   Although Anna wasn't required to be there and was too young to legally
serve cocktails she always accompanied me to the lounge and refused to go
back to the condo without me.  By the time we got home each night it was
often 8:30 or 9:00 and we only had the energy for a quick dinner and a
little television before collapsing into bed.

   On Saturdays I was also required to come in for a few hours to deliver
mail for the reduced staff working in the tower that day.  Anna also came
with me, although I kept trying to convince her to stay home and relax. 
Sunday was the only day we had the entire day off and we pretty much just
hung out all day in the condo, unwilling to go outside without any clothes.
Other than the brief walk each day to and from work, Anna and I remained
nude all day, every day.

   When we had the time and energy, Anna and I continued exploring our
"tickle torture" bondage game and she even began researching online
different types of knots and methods of tying me up.  Needless to say this
was a tremendous turn on for me and Anna was really getting into it, too.
From tickling she began including some light spanking which I also loved.
Our relationship continued to evolve as Anna gained confidence and control.
It was nothing like a slave/master type of thing - I had plenty of that
with Barbara - but I enjoyed allowing Anna to take control of our
lovemaking sessions as I played the submissive.

   At work my relationship with Kelly continued to be strained.  I knew I
should forgive her and move on since I needed all the friends I could get
right now, but I guess I just couldn't get past the feeling of betrayal. 
It wasn't necessarily that she had conspired with Barbara to help bring me
into the Mailgirls program that pissed me off so much, since we hadn't
really known each other well at the time.  It was more the fact that after
we'd become friends she continued to hide it from me.  I couldn't get past
thinking about all those Friday evening bitch sessions when we'd get
together for drinks.  Kelly had griped and griped about Barbara during
those sessions but had remained silent about how she'd already been working
with her prior to that first meeting in her office and had known of
Barbara's intentions to lure me into becoming a mailgirl.

   As for Barbara, I rarely saw her over the next few weeks.  After being
whipped and bound that day in her office I'd been nervously anticipating
being called back in for another round, but so far it hadn't happened.  In
fact none of the three of us saw her much for awhile, not that it was
really necessary.  By now most of the initial startup problems had been
ironed out and the Mailgirls program was running smoothly.  The initial
shock and titillation of having naked delivery girls running around the
workplace had worn off and most tower employees had now accepted it as part
of their work environment.  That's not to say that a nude mailgirl didn't
still draw attention when she showed up on a floor, but it had become part
of the everyday bustle of the work day rather than a showstopper.  It had
also proven to be an efficient method of delivering materials throughout
the building so even those who had contempt for the whole Mailgirls concept
had reluctantly begun using us as a necessary requirement of their job.

   The firing of Hector Flores had also sent a message throughout the
building.  Although the reason for his dismissal was never officially
disclosed, the rumor spread that it was for violating the "look but don't
touch" policy regarding mailgirls.  To my knowledge Flores had never
grabbed or groped one of us - although I'm sure he eventually would have -
so I guessed that Barbara was probably the one behind the rumor.  It was
her way of providing the protection for us that she'd promised me in
exchange for my obedience, and I did notice an immediate change.  While we
were still treated like lowly servant girls there were no longer any snide
hints or suggestions that we should also be sexual play toys, not even
among the top brass on the upper floors.  Some people in the tower even
began treating us like we were radioactive, giving us a wide berth whenever
we were around.

   As for Anna's mom she had disappeared from the scene, at least for the
time being.  After her arrest at my apartment she'd bellowed loudly to the
media about police brutality and how I had assaulted her.  Soon afterwards,
though, an investigative report appeared in an online men's magazine
highlighting her history of alcoholism along with Anna's side of the story
detailing years of physical and psychological abuse.  Different parts of
the piece were widely excerpted in the mainstream media and whatever
sympathy had remained for Anna's mother completely evaporated now.  Even
anti-Mailgirls activists began distancing themselves from her and some of
the steam began going out of their protests. 

   Although it was a factually accurate article nowhere in it did the
reporter disclose that she had been a college friend of Barbara Edwards. 
It had been written by the very same reporter Barbara had used to
investigate my life.  It was a masterful piece of media manipulation by
Barbara who had turned what could have been a crippling controversy for DDE
into a story about how a frightened teenage girl was using their Mailgirls
program as a safe harbor from an abusive mother.  Not long after that
Anna's mom, at the advice of her court-appointed attorney, agreed to a plea
agreement to enter a rehab facility in order to avoid jail time and hadn't
been heard from since.

   So time marched on, as it inevitably does, and my life developed into
something of a routine.  Well, as routine as the life of someone who lives
her life as a nude corporate slave can get anyway.  I remained fairly
content with my circumstances and would've been happy to continue
indefinitely that way, but each passing day grew another day closer to the
end of the ninety day trial for the Mailgirls program.  I had a growing
sense that things were going to change after that, one way or another.

   Despite Barbara's confident assurance to me that Mailgirls would
continue for as long as she wanted it to, there were rampant rumors going
around the tower that the board was going to pull the plug on the program
at the end of the ninety days.  I normally wouldn't have doubted Barbara
but she was scarcely seen for most of those last few weeks prior to the
deadline so I started wondering whether there might be some credence to the
rumors.  Had Barbara somehow lost control of the fate of Mailgirls at DDE?
That possibility gained more prominence with each passing day.

   I have to admit that I had mixed emotions about the possible end of
Mailgirls.  The past few months had been the most bizarre and exciting
chapter of my life and I wasn't sure I wanted it to end.  And then came the
questions about what would happen if it did.  Would I simply be transferred
back to my previous job in marketing as part of DDE's management program?
Did I even want that?  And if it did happen would I ever be accepted by my
former friends and colleagues after having been a mailgirl?  In some ways I
was more nervous about the uncertainty of that future than I was about the
certainty of the life that Barbara had mapped out for me.

   When day ninety came with still no contact with Barbara or word from the
company about the future of the program, Kelly, Anna, and I showed up for
what we thought might be our final day as mailgirls.  As we entered the
showers to prepare for our shift, Kelly chattered excitedly about the
prospect of getting out of the rest of her contract without owing any money
to the company.  Anna, on the other hand, made it clear that she did not
want the Mailgirls program to end.  She loved being a mailgirl and was
frightened about what her future might hold if it ended.  As for me, I
remained quiet, still unsure of exactly what I wanted.

   Since none of us knew what was going to happen there was nothing to do
but start our shift as we normally did.  After a busy morning I'd just
finished my midmorning break on the fourth floor Mailgirls mat when I got
an alert over my watch.  I glanced at it, then glanced again.  This has to
be a mistake, I thought.  I was being summoned to Auditorium A in the South
Wing, an auditorium frequently used for large meetings or media press
conferences.  The reason I was stunned by it was that it was outside of the
tower in an area of the DDE complex that had been off limits to mailgirls.
I checked my watch again but the location hadn't changed and there was no
way for me to verify if it was a mistake.  I'd been given just five minutes
to get there and the clock was ticking. 

   I leapt off of my mat and took off at a fast pace.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 32

   VIRGIN TERRITORY

   There was a door leading directly from the tower to the south wing on
the fourth floor but since the entrance to Auditorium A was on the second
floor I decided to take the stairs down to that floor before exiting the
tower. 

   The tower, as it was commonly called, may have been the center of power
for the corporation but it actually represented a relatively small area of
the sprawling DDE complex.  Up until this point no mailgirl had been
allowed out of the tower so the majority of the complex remained "virgin
territory" as Kelly had once called it while discussing the possibility of
expanding our mailgirl duty area.  While all DDE employees were obviously
aware of the Mailgirls program, few of those working outside of the tower
had actually seen one.

   I exited the stairs on the second floor of the tower then walked down
the corridor until I reached the entrance door to the south wing.  I
checked my watch one last time hoping to see some kind of error message
telling me it was all a mistake, but the only thing I saw was that my
deadline was ticking down and I still had quite a ways to go.  I shoved the
door open and entered the south wing.

   As I walked briskly through a crowded cubicle area toward the main
corridor the shocked faces I saw told me that my appearance here was
completely unexpected.  I wondered once again if maybe this was some kind
of mistake, but I was trained to go to the location that appeared on my
smart watch so that's what I was going to do.  As I reached the corridor I
broke into a trot past more astonished faces, then into a run as my watch
vibrated alerting me I had less than a minute left.  It must have been
quite a sight for the employees here to see a nude woman running through
their building but I was determined to make the deadline, technical glitch
or not.  I turned a corner and saw the entrance to the auditorium up ahead.
With just seconds to spare I shoved open the door and stepped inside.

   A spotlight shined on me as I entered the large room and all around me I
heard the sound of whistling, howls, and applause.  Temporarily blinded by
the combination of the spotlight and the darkened auditorium I raised my
arm up to shield my eyes as I tried to make out what was going on.  Down
below me on the stage I saw three large video monitors.  On one of them I
saw my own image in all its naked glory, on another was a timer ticking
down the last few seconds to zero, and on the third monitor was Barbara
Anderson standing on the stage. 

   "There you have it," I heard Barbara say over the public address system,
"our mailgirl made it here from the tower in under five minutes, and she
had no advance notice this was going to happen.  That's the type of speed
and efficiency we can provide and will be demanding from our mailgirls."

   I was unsure about what to do next as I continued to try to make out my
surroundings.  Was this some kind of media event or press conference? 
"Come on down to the stage, mailgirl," I heard Barbara say.  Her reference
to me as "mailgirl" rather than by name struck me as odd.  As I walked down
the stairs leading to the stage the spotlight followed me as did the camera
displaying me on the video screen.  I passed rows of people on each side,
all of them turning to stare at me, and all wearing DDE identification
badges.  This obviously had to be some sort of employee meeting although it
was being staged in a way usually reserved for media events.

   My eyes had finally adjusted by the time I stepped up on the stage. 
Barbara was standing alone on it wearing one of those wireless microphone
headsets that would allow her to speak as she moved about the stage and she
motioned for me to come to her.  "Turn and face the audience and assume
your standing position," she ordered and her voice could be heard clearly
throughout the auditorium.  I turned and spread my legs to shoulder width,
then placed my arms behind my back.  As I did this I heard whistles and
catcalls coming from the audience. 

   I quickly surveyed the crowd and recognized a few faces from my previous
life in the company's management program.  I realized now that I was
standing nude on stage in front of several hundred DDE managers and
supervisors from various departments outside of the tower.  One of them I
recognized as my former boss, Sanjeev Singh, and beside him sat Stephanie,
the girl who had once been my best friend.  Steph stared up at me with a
smirk on her face and I quickly lowered my eyes to the floor in
embarrassment.

   "This is the standing position that all mailgirls are required to
maintain while awaiting instructions," Barbara said to the crowd.  "It's
the only standing position they are allowed while not in motion.  If there
is going to be an extended wait for some reason you may also order a
mailgirl into a kneeling position." Barbara nodded at me indicating she
wanted me to demonstrate it.  I got down on my knees and spread them to
shoulder width as I placed my hands on my thighs and arched my back,
thrusting my breasts toward the audience.  I thought the eyes of a man
sitting directly in front of the stage might pop right out of his head as
he stared between my legs.

   "This is also the position that the mailgirl will assume while resting
on their mat when they have no current assignment," Barbara continued. 
"Under no circumstances is a mailgirl allowed to sit on any piece of office
furniture for obvious hygienic reasons.  If a mailgirl has a long wait
during a pickup she may only kneel if ordered by you and there should
seldom be times when the wait is so extensive that you will need to order
her to kneel.  We'd rather you not be tying up a mailgirl.  That's my
job." 

   Laughter spread through the auditorium at the double meaning as Barbara
looked down at me with a sly grin.  I'm sure my face was crimson red with
shame as this spectacle had to be the most humiliating thing I'd
experienced yet.  At the same time I was also becoming extremely aroused
which was probably becoming noticeable to everyone in the front row, if not
the entire auditorium since my nude body was still being featured
prominently on a large video screen.  This added further to my humiliation
which turned me on even more.  It was a vicious cycle that I was powerless
to control and I just prayed I wouldn't have an orgasm right there on
stage.

   "Return to your standing position, mailgirl," Barbara ordered and I
quickly complied.  "We learned some valuable lessons during the pilot
program in the tower," she said to the audience, her voice ringing out
clearly through the speakers placed throughout the auditorium, "but now
that we're expanding we will be making a few changes.  Until now the
primary method of communicating pickups and deliveries to the mailgirl has
been via a smart watch.  This worked well in the tower but now that a much
larger area will be covered by the mailgirls we feel the watch has some
limitations." Barbara walked behind me now and silently took hold of each
of my wrists as they were clasped behind my back and pulled my arms to my
sides.  Then she took my left wrist and removed the watch.

   "I've recently returned from Tokyo where I saw demonstrations of
Hiromoto's 2.0 version of their Mailgirls Monitoring Unit which uses smart
phone technology rather than a watch," Barbara said as she walked toward
the rear of the stage.  "It's more powerful and has more features than the
watch and I believe it is better suited to our purposes here at DDE." I
guess that explained where Barbara had been recently.  She must have been
in Tokyo finalizing the preparations for the expansion of the program. 

   Moments later Barbara returned to where I was standing holding a smart
phone attached to a black band.  The band was made of some kind of
stretchable synthetic material and she slid it over my wrist and up my arm.
She then let go of the band and it tightened around my upper arm holding
the phone firmly in place.  It was a snug fit but wasn't so tight that it
would cut off circulation. 

   I can't say I was really crazy about this change.  Personally I liked
the minimally intrusive simplicity of the watch over having a phone
bursting from my arm like a large growth.  Ultimately it didn't matter,
though, since their purpose remained the same.  They were each electronic
leashes designed to move the mailgirl around at the whim of whoever
controlled the leash.  And since anyone with a Mailgirls app could take
control of the leash this would leave me at the beck and call of hundreds
of different masters.

   Barbara made several small adjustments to the position of the phone on
my arm until she was satisfied with it, then stepped back and turned to the
audience.  "This new Mailgirls Monitoring Unit, or MMU as we call it, has
several features that the watch didn't have.  You've each been given a
booklet called the Mailgirls Program Introduction and Service Guide so I
won't go over all of them but I would like to talk about one new feature
that will allow you to use delivery credits to order faster delivery
speeds."

   Barbara began pacing across the stage now as she spoke.  "Each
department manager will be given a limited number of delivery credits each
week for his or her department to use to order faster delivery times. 
Standard deliveries will never cost any credits but you may also order
Express, Premium, and Premium Rush deliveries using varying amounts of
credit.  Each of these will reduce the pickup and delivery times allowed
for the mailgirl to meet her deadline.  The Premium Rush delivery is the
fastest but is also the most expensive in terms of credit usage, so use it
on only for your most time sensitive deliveries, otherwise you'll burn
through your weekly credit allotment in a hurry.  We don't want to run our
mailgirls ragged on rush orders that aren't really time critical."

   I definitely didn't like sound of this new feature at all.  I felt like
I'd been able to develop a strong pace that would get me through a long day
without burning out and didn't like the idea of having to do rush orders
that would quickly wear me down.  The whole thing seemed like it could be
ripe for abuse, too, despite the credit system that would supposedly limit
its use.



   "Another thing that will have to change with the expansion of the
program is how mailgirls are identified," Barbara said as she continued to
move around the stage.  "Up until now, with only three mailgirls employed,
we simply referred to them by their names.  Obviously we'll need to hire
many more mailgirls now so this will no longer be the most efficient method
of identifying them since some of the girls will undoubtedly have the same
or similar names."

   I had a sinking feeling I knew where this was going.  We're about to
become numbers.  The more I'd gotten to know Barbara the more I'd known
this was probably inevitable.  It was just another step in her plan to
enslave me by stripping me of everything, including my identity.  Barbara
didn't waste any time confirming my fears.  "So what we're going to do is
assign each mailgirl a number in order to help identify them." Barbara
paused momentarily to glance in my direction for a reaction from me but I
forced myself to stare passively at the floor. 

   "And why is it important for us to be able to identify a mailgirl?"
Barbara continued.  "Because our mailgirls are expected to observe a very
strict code of conduct and it's important that anyone observing a violation
of this code be able to properly identify the mailgirl when reporting it.
Those on each end of the pickup and delivery will know her identity because
it will show up on their Mailgirls app with the delivery details, but
others witnessing a code violation may not be able to identify her.  She
won't be wearing a company ID badge, after all." This brought a sprinkling
of laughter through the auditorium.

   Barbara walked over to me now until she was so close I could feel her
breath on my cheek.  "So how are you going to know what a mailgirl's number
is?" she asked the audience.  "Let me demonstrate." Just when I thought my
humiliation couldn't get any worse, Barbara took a black felt tip marker
out of her jacket pocket, removed the cap, and began inking what I assumed
was a number just below the clavicle area above my right breast.  I
trembled slightly at the feel of the marker on my bare skin as I struggled
to keep my emotions in check.

   When she finished with that she inked numbers onto each of my hips, then
spun me around so my backside faced the audience and began writing a final
number on the small of my back.  From this position I was able to see
myself on one of the video monitors at the back of the stage and for the
first time could identify the number she was giving me.  Above my right
breast she had written the number 9 .

   Nine?  What the f*ck?  Where did she come up with nine?  I remembered
that stupid little joke where Kelly and I pretended to be competing for the
number one, but even with Anna around it seemed like it shouldn't have been
any lower than three.  I knew it was silly to care about what number I was
assigned, but for some reason this bugged me. 

   Then the reason for it occurred to me.  A higher number like one, two,
or even three suggested greater importance.  Barbara had made it clear to
me that I was always going to be a lowly mailgirl and would never be
allowed to rise above that station.  Even in assigning me a number she
wouldn't allow even a hint that I held a place of any importance in the
mailgirl hierarchy.  I was just a generic number nine.

   After she had finished Barbara spun me back around to face the crowd. 
"I know using a black marker is a bit old school, but this is the way
Hiromoto Industries did it for years, so why reinvent the wheel?" Barbara
replaced the cap on the pen and put it back in her jacket pocket.  "Resume
your standing position," she ordered.  She then began pacing the stage as
she spoke.

   "As you can see, this mailgirl has been assigned the number nine and
this will be how she will be referred to at all times while on duty,"
Barbara said.  "I know that some of you know Nine's name from her earlier
time working for DDE in another capacity, but as a mailgirl you will always
refer to her by her assigned number.  This will be the case with all of the
other mailgirls as well."

   As I stood on the stage in utter humiliation I looked up briefly and
caught Stephanie's eye.  The look of contempt on her face was unmistakeable
and I quickly lowered my eyes again.  I knew she believed that what I was
taking part in was setting women's rights back a century and I can't say
that I really blamed her for thinking that.  Barbara was treating me as
little more than a slave as she introduced her Mailgirls program, and in
reality that's exactly what I was.  There were few aspects of my life now
that she didn't control and she'd promised me that her grip would only
tighten over time.

   ''Now I'm sure there are many questions involving the expansion of the
mailgirls program to the rest of the DDE campus," Barbara continued, "but I
believe the guide you've received will answer most of them.  All DDE
employees will be receiving a digital version of this guide in their email
and a video of this presentation today will also be made available via
company intranet to any employee who wants to view it.  Obviously Nine's
nudity in the video won't be considered Not Safe For Work so anyone who
wants to view it on company computers will be free to do so."

   Oh my god, I thought, everyone in the company is going to see this! 
This should have filled me with despair, but instead it sent a fresh wave
of arousal pulsing through me.  I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as
I struggled to control it.  I desperately wished i could go somewhere
private to bring myself off before I came in front of a live audience. 
Meanwhile Barbara continued her spiel without missing a beat.

   "There is one question I'd like to address, however, that I'm sure is on
many people's mind.  The elephant in the room, so to speak.  Why the
mandatory nudity for mailgirls?"

   "Because it's awesome!" a man shouted out from the back to much laughter
around the auditorium.

   "Yes, that's true," Barbara replied with a laugh.  "For some people
that's reason enough.  From the company's perspective, though, there are
both practical and esoteric reasons for it.  Let's start with the
practical, beginning with uniform costs.  There are none." This brought
more laughter from the crowd.  "There are no purchase costs, no cleaning
costs, no replacement costs.  Any uniform we provided would quickly become
sweaty, smelly, and cause chafing throughout the course of the shift.  This
uniform, however," Barbara said, pointing to my nude body, "can be quickly
cleaned whenever required."

   I continued to teeter on the brink of an orgasm as Barbara began walking
back toward me.  "In order to insure uniform cleanliness we are adding an
inspection routine which may be ordered whenever a mailgirl is not
currently enroute to a pickup or delivery.  It involves a new stance known
as the inspection position." She was standing directly in front of me now
and as I looked up into her face I realized she knew exactly what was
happening to me.  "I believe I'll have Nine demonstrate it for you now,"
she said with a smile.

   I took another deep breath as I once again fought to bring myself back
from the edge.  "Nine, place your hands behind your head, elbows out,"
Barbara ordered.  "Now spread your legs wider and lift up on your toes. 
Arch your back more." After I'd complied with all of these demands she
stepped back away from me, providing the audience an unobstructed view of
my body. 

   This position was even more humiliating than the other two and left me
feeling completely exposed and vulnerable.  I began trembling as I
continued to try to fight back my rising state of arousal.  Meanwhile
Barbara slowly walked to the back of the stage under the pretext of needing
a sip of water leaving me alone, front and center, with every eye in the
room on me.  I knew what she was really doing was engaging in a type of
silent torture hoping to force me to climax right there on stage.  I didn't
dare look up at all of those staring eyes and I somehow managed to hold on.
Barbara finally returned and began to speak again.

   "So what will you be looking for on this inspection?" she asked the
audience.  "All body hair must be shaved prior to the beginning of each
shift so there should be no stubble.  Her makeup must not be too heavy or
slutty looking and there should no streaks or runs.  She must not be
adorned by any jewelry.  Light perspiration is okay but heavy sweat is not.
Her hair should be clean and is not allowed to cover her breasts.  She
should be lightly perfumed and scented without either unpleasant body odor
or smelling like she took a bath in cheap perfume."

   Barbara began slowly circling me now inspecting my body, close enough
that I could smell the scent of her perfume.  She'd almost completed the
circuit when, with her back to the audience, she leaned in even closer as
if to smell my hair.  Instead she began blowing lightly in my right ear. 

   This was all it took to finally send me over the edge.  A moan escaped
my lips as my body shook with a powerful orgasm.  Somehow I managed to
remain in the inspection position, but any hope that the audience hadn't
realized what had just happened quickly disappeared as gasps and laughter
spread throughout the room.  I wanted the stage to open up and swallow me,
but I remained there on display, humiliated beyond belief.

   Barbara backed away from me and turned to the audience.  "I'm guessing
that probably answers one of your questions about mailgirls and their
feelings about public nudity," Barbara said as laughter rang through the
auditorium.  "Anyway that was an example of an inspection, although I doubt
most mailgirls will react as enthusiastically to it as Nine did." More
laughter swept through the room and I just wanted to crawl away somewhere
and die.

   "Return to your standing position, Nine," Barbara ordered.  "This
mailgirl passed the inspection, by the way, although she probably could use
a cold shower right now." More laughter.  "But what if a mailgirl doesn't
pass inspection?" Barbara asked the crowd, her voice returning to a more
businesslike tone.  "We've added a function to the Mailgirls app that will
allow you to send her to the Mailgirls locker room to clean up and fix any
problems in her uniform's appearance.  The app will calculate a deadline
for her to do this and return to you for a second inspection.  If she also
fails that inspection you can assign her demerits.  Our demerit program is
outlined in your guide."

   As I listened to Barbara I felt like I'd just been put through an
emotional spin cycle.  I knew that news of what had happened here would
spread like wildfire throughout the company.  And then there would be the
video!  How could I ever face anyone here again?

   "There are several other practical reasons for the nudity," Barbara
continued.  "Ease of identity is one.  No one will ever mistake a mailgirl
for a regular employee and this helps us observe and monitor their
performance.  Another is security.  Mailgirls are unhackable, every step of
their movement is monitored, and they have a very limited capacity for
hiding sensitive materials." This last statement brought another laugh. 

   "But let's cut to the chase, shall we?" Barbara said to the crowd as she
paced the stage.  "Those aren't the real reasons for using naked delivery
girls.  Nudity is helpful, but I'm sure we could find perfectly acceptable
alternative measures that would allow us to clothe our mailgirls if we
wanted to." Barbara stopped pacing and faced the audience.  "If you want
the real reason we are employing nude mailgirls I can sum it up on one
word. Sex." Nervous laughter and murmuring riffled through auditorium.

   "That's right.  Sex.  The sex drive is one of the most powerful
motivational forces in human nature, probably the most powerful one after
the basic needs of food, water, and shelter have been met.  Sex permeates
our lives and our thoughts.  You saw a demonstration of that just a couple
of minutes ago, although that wasn't actually a planned part of our program
here today." More laughter.

   "Dumpster Dawg Enterprises was built on games and movies which
prominently feature sex and nudity.  We believe there is a tremendous
amount of vitality and vigor to be derived from tapping into this sexual
energy, something that modern corporate culture has attempted to leech from
the workplace, creating sterile work environments that pretend its
employees aren't sexual beings." 

   Barbara walked over and stood next to me now.  "Ever since Nine came up
on stage almost every eye has been on her.  I'm feeling quite ignored up
here." This brought yet another laugh from the audience.  "That's okay
because she's a beautiful nude woman at the peak of her sexual
desirability. It's only natural that your gaze is drawn to her.  That's why
mailgirls are allowed no modesty while on duty.  We want them to be seen,
to be looked at.  We want to use their beautiful nude bodies to help us tap
into this sexual energy." 

   Barbara began striding the stage again, working the crowd like a
revivalist preacher.  "The nude female form has inspired artists for many
centuries and we believe that it will inspire creativity, passion, and
inspiration here at DDE.  We also believe it will create a dynamic, vibrant
work environment that will propel us to even greater heights.  Every
company that has adopted Hiromoto's Mailgirls program has seen measurable
gains in productivity.  Think about that.  That seems counterintuitive,
doesn't it?  Nude women should be a distraction that hampers productivity
rather than helps it, right?  While it obviously can be a distraction to a
point, that has proven to be more than compensated for by the increased
motivation, vitality, and inspiration that the presence of beautiful nude
women can provide."

   Barbara could sell ice to eskimos, I thought to myself as I listened to
her speak.  I had the sense that the crowd was totally buying into what she
was saying.

   "Of course there are limits as to how far this sexual energy can be
taken," Barbara continued.  "As you know there are politicians and various
busybodies who are watching our every move hoping to take us down and put a
halt to the scourge of naked women in the workplace.  In employing nude
couriers we know we are perching ourselves on a thin ledge concerning
sexual harassment laws so it's vital that we not cross any legal lines. 
Tapping into that sexual energy while not violating any legal statutes is
the task and the challenge before us.  The mailgirls' mandatory nudity
clearly separates them from any other DDE employee group and it's important
to recognize and maintain that separation at all times.  There can be no
half measures regarding this."

   Barbara was dialed in now and had the audiences rapt attention.  She
walked to the front of the stage and scanned the crowd.  "Listen to what I
have to say now as if your jobs depended on it, because they do.  Because
of their nudity and the potential for sexual harassment issues, mailgirls
will be considered a different class than any other employee group at DDE
and must be treated that way.  They are not your friends, or colleagues, or
co-workers and there will be no fraternization with them while on duty. 
This is for your protection as well as theirs."

   Barbara paused briefly and you could hear a pin drop in the auditorium.
"Mailgirls will be defined as a servant class here at DDE and as such their
role will be strictly defined and monitored, as will your interactions with
them.  For the purpose of efficiency every employee in the company, from
the CEO down to a new hire janitor, will be considered their superior. 
Mailgirls will be expected to perform their duties with an attitude of
humble servitude and must address everyone as 'sir' or 'ma'am.' Any
deviation from the strict rules and guidelines laid down for them may
result in demerits and subsequent punishment.  I know that probably sounds
harsh to some, but this has been put in place because of the unique nature
of their job and to protect the company."

   "Insolence and insubordination will absolutely not be tolerated by a
mailgirl and will be severely punished," she said to the crowd, although
I'm sure it was also meant for my ears.  As if on cue, she turned and
looked directly at me.  "Mailgirl Nine here, for instance, walked into my
office one day fully dressed and attempted to challenge my authority.  As a
consequence of that blatant insubordination she has been permanently banned
from ever wearing clothes again within a DDE building.  Since Mailgirls is
the only department within the complex allowing nudity, Nine will never be
promoted or transferred and will remain a mailgirl for as long as she is
employed by DDE." A murmur went through the crowd.  Already humiliated by
my orgasm, my shame increased even further as I stood in front of all of
these people who had once been my colleagues and listened to Barbara tell
them how I was being punished for being a bad little mailgirl.  Would this
damn meeting never end?

   After what seemed like forever, Barbara finally shifted her gaze from me
back to the audience.  "Nudity is the mailgirls uniform and another of its
purposes is to provide a constant reminder to them, and you, of their
place. Whenever you or they attempt to breach the wall that divides you, it
places the company at risk and will not be tolerated.  I know in this day
and age when everyone is supposed to be both a special snowflake and the
equal to everyone else, it sounds shocking for a company to relegate a
group of employees to being a servant class.  DDE, however, was not built
on political correctness." 

   Barbara paused again and only the sound of a nervous cough broke the
silence.  She did a slow circuit around me and it was all I could do to
keep from squirming as her eyes bore into me.  "So what exactly are the
rules for interacting with a mailgirl like Nine here?" she asked finally.
"You'll find more details in the guide but for the purposes of this meeting
I'll keep them simple.  You can look but don't touch, don't use any
suggestive language or sexual slurs in speaking to them, address them by
their assigned number rather than by name, and don't fraternize with them
or treat them as colleagues or equals and don't allow them to do this with
you.  There will be zero tolerance for violating these policies."

   Barbara turned away from me and faced the audience again.  'Two tower
employees have already been fired for violating these policies," she said.
"One was a seventh floor executive who was pushing the envelope in using
suggestive and inappropriate language and the other was a third floor
employee whose desk was next to a mailgirls mat and was becoming overly
familiar and chatty with the girls."

   Thomas!  The bitch had fired the sweet, gentle, happy-go-lucky guy from
Montserrat because he was becoming too friendly to me?  I knew immediately
this was another shot across my bow intended to keep me obedient and
isolated.  I looked up angrily at Barbara as she turned and locked eyes
with me.  I tried to hold her gaze but only lasted a few seconds before
lowering my my eyes again again to the floor.  I was in a battle I knew I
couldn't win.

   Barbara turned back to the audience.  "I want to reiterate, mailgirls
are here to be your servants; not your friends, not your colleagues, not
your equals.  They are definitely not here to be your sexual playtoys
either.  Any inappropriate touching, groping, grabbing, fondling, or crude
and suggestive language are violations of the state's sexual harassment
policies and will lead to punishment up to and including termination.  Fair
warning."

   The mood of the crowd was subdued now as Barbara took another brief
pause for a sip of water.  After returning to the front of the stage she
broke into a smile as she addressed them again.  "So now that we've gotten
that out of the way, let's get back to the fun stuff.  I've been authorized
to increase our staff of mailgirls from three to twenty-four so that means
there will soon be a lot of beautiful naked women running around.  I want
to fill as many of these positions as possible in house with current DDE
employees so I'm going to need your help in finding and recruiting
potential candidates.  As an incentive we will be offering a $10,000 bonus
for every girl you send us that we hire and signs a binding two year
contract." This definitely helped lighten the mood of the crowd, but as she
spoke my mind drifted off in thoughts of my present and future. 

   I'm a naked slave girl, I thought, with little control over my life.  My
name has been replaced by a number, I've humiliated myself today in front
of the entire company, I can be bound and whipped at Barbara's whim, and I
have no idea when or if I'll be allowed to wear clothes again.  I'm not
even sure anymore if I have the power or will to leave after my contract is
up so this could go on indefinitely.

   All of this should have left me in a state of depression and despair,
but instead I felt a sense of excitement and adventure about my future.  Am
I crazy, I wondered?  Did some of my wiring come loose somewhere along the
line during my upbringing?  Are there other submissive women who would
trade places with me in a heartbeat?  I suspected there were.

   Barbara continued on for another thirty minutes or so discussing the
Mailgirls program and her plans for the future, revealing even more
humiliating aspects of it.  Not only had the rumors about the company
pulling the plug on the program been wrong but Barbara seemed even more
emboldened now to push the limits of it as far as possible.  Through it all
I stood there naked on the stage being gawked at by the crowd and not once
was I ever asked to utter a single word.

   As always I was merely just a prop in Barbara's play.



   Confessions if a Mailgirl - Part 33

   A MEETING TO REMEMBER

   Kelly and Anna were already in Barbara's office kneeling naked on the
floor when I arrived there.  I joined them on the floor and they both did a
double take when they turned and saw me with a cell phone strapped to my
arm and the number "9" inked on my body.

   "Mmkay," Kelly said.  "So are you going to tell us about this or is it a
big secret, Danica?  Or should I call you number nine?"

   "Nine," I said. 

   After Barbara's extravaganza had finally, thankfully ended in Auditorium
A she had ordered me to return to her office for a Mailgirls' meeting. 
"I'll be along in a bit, Nine," she had said.  "Tell Anna and Kelly
everything you saw and heard here.  It'll save me time when I get there."

   So I told them everything.  Everything except about my onstage orgasm
anyway, although I figured they'd hear about it soon enough.

   ''Holy shit!" was all Kelly could say after I'd finished.  Anna didn't
say anything although I could tell by her face she was trying to process
everything.  "So why the number nine?" Kelly asked.

   "To keep me in my place," I told her.

   Just then Barbara swept into the room past us without acknowledging our
presence, sat at her desk, and began working on her laptop.  There was
nothing for us to do but remain kneeling submissively, waiting for her to
speak.  After a few minutes she finally finished up whatever it was she was
working on, then rose to her feet and walked over and stood above us.

   "Did Nine tell you everything?" she asked.

   "Yes, ma'am," Kelly and Anna replied in unison.

   "Good," she said.  "So you know there are a lot of changes coming.  I
called this meeting to talk about the immediate future for each of the
three of you." Barbara still seemed full of adrenaline from her stage
performance and began pacing around the room as she spoke.

   "Nine will begin working the rest of the complex outside of the tower
beginning immediately since she's the only one who'll have the new MMU
until we get a shipment in from Tokyo in a week or so.  Mailgirls won't go
live outside of the tower until next Monday but in the meantime she will go
around to every department and every floor in each building and let herself
be seen, answer any questions, and let them test out the app.  Nine, you
will give each department as much time as they need.  Begin with your old
department in marketing."

   Barbara paused for a moment to let that sink in and to see if I had any
reaction to it.  Obviously I did have a reaction to it, especially after
what Stephanie had witnessed happen to me on stage today, which I'm sure
she'd already told everyone about.  Apparently I hadn't suffered enough
humiliation for one day to suit Barbara so of course she had to immediately
send me to face my old friends.  I fought to keep my real feelings hidden,
though.  "Yes, ma'am," was all I said.

   "Nine, you'll also begin using the new Mailgirls' locker room starting
tomorrow," she said.  "Anna and Kelly will continue to use the old one for
now." This was the first I'd even heard that there was a new Mailgirls'
locker room.

   "And where is that, ma'am?" I asked.

   "North wing, fifth floor, Development Room A," she replied.  I was
surprised about the placement of it on the top floor of the north wing
since I'd been expecting it to be in a basement somewhere like the one in
the tower and the one at Hiromoto headquarters.  It took me a few seconds
of mentally going over the floor plans and department locations before I
realized where she was talking about.

   "Do you mean the floor where 'Gangsta' is developed, ma'am?" I asked,
hoping I was wrong.

   "That's right," Barbara replied.  "That's the game series that built
this company and is still our flagship product and biggest earner so, as a
perk and a reward, we've constructed the new Mailgirls' locker room in an
unused part of the floor.  You can reach it by using the service stairs in
the north wing.  Except for a few managers, no one on the floor knows what
it is.  They've just been told its new bathroom facilities.  You'll get to
inaugurate it tomorrow morning," she said with a smirk.

   Oh my god, I thought, thinking of the two way mirror I was certain would
be there.  I'll be showering in front of a room full of computer geeks!

   Barbara waited for a response from me, but when I didn't provide one she
moved on.  "With the expansion of the Mailgirls' operation I'll be turning
over the handling of day to day operations to Donna Haverly.  She's been
with the company for eleven years and has a great deal of managerial
experience.  She'll be working out of Hector Flores' old office on the
seventh floor and I'm going to need one of you to assist her with her
administrative duties, and in the hiring and training of new mailgirls. 
Anna I'm going to assign that to you."

   I knew Barbara wasn't going allow me to perform any administrative
duties, but I think Anna was as shocked as both Kelly and I that she was
the one chosen.  Kelly, after all, had an MBA degree and had been in the
company's managerial development program prior to all of this.  Anna was
fresh out of high school and had been an unpaid intern until just recently.

   "You want me to do it, ma'am?" Anna asked.  "Danica and Kelly have a lot
more...."

   "Yes, I want you to do it, Anna," Barbara interrupted.  "I'm also
assigning you the number one as a mailgirl.  You won't need to wear the
number or the MMU while you're assisting Donna, but you will be be nude. 
I'm also rescinding your clothing ban away from work and will be giving you
the key to the condo so you can come and go as you please.  With your
mother in rehab I'm also going to end the security escort for now."

   "Yes, ma'am," Anna replied.  "And what about Danica?"

   "Nine," Barbara responded sharply.  "You'll refer to her as Nine from
now on while on duty."

   "Yes, ma'am.  What about Nine?"

   "I'm making Nine's clothing ban permanent.  She'll need permission from
me to wear clothes and I normally won't give it unless it's for a doctor or
dentist appointment, something like that."

   "So she won't be able to leave the condo, ma'am?" Anna asked.

   "She can leave anytime she wants," Barbara responded.  "There are no
state laws prohibiting nudity, and the local laws here are generally
unenforced, especially if it involves a nude female.  I doubt local law
enforcement will give Nine any problems, especially around this area where
DDE is the largest employer.  In fact I want her naked from now on during
the walk to and from work.  Anna, you'll be escorting her and I want you
dressed while you're doing it."

   So there it is, I thought.  I'm going to be permanently nude.  A flood
of conflicting emotions flooded through me, including the familiar tingling
of arousal.  The more that Barbara took away from me, the more intense this
emotional roller coaster became.  The idea of being forced to live without
access to any clothes actually filled me with excitement rather than dread
or fear, though, and I wondered once again what it was that drove me to
feel this way.

   "I don't have any clothes, ma'am," Anna said.  "I was wearing
Danica's...I mean Nine's clothes and you gave them away."

   "Then go shopping, Anna.  You're making good money now.  I'll get a
dress for you to wear until you buy some clothes.  They're to be your
clothes though, Anna, Nine doesn't touch them." I noticed that Barbara was
still referring to Anna by her name rather than by number.

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "One more thing, Anna," Barbara said to her, "whenever you're off duty
and I'm not around, you will be in control of Nine.  She will obey your
commands as if they were my own.  Is that understood?"

   Anna hesitated for a moment before answering.  "Umm...yes, ma'am.  I
guess so."

   "There's no guesswork about it, Anna.  Nine is to obey you, both at work
and elsewhere.  Is that understood?"

   "Yes, ma'am," Anna replied.

   "Good," she said, "now go report to Donna's office on the seventh
floor."

   I was reeling at the revelation of this latest directive as Anna got up
and left the room.  I'd expected to still have some degree of freedom while
away from work but now it looked like Barbara was determined to strip even
that from me, too.  Would there be any aspect of my life where I'd have any
independence?  Barbara quickly turned her attention to Kelly.

   "Kelly, you'll be assigned the number two and you'll continue to work
the tower until further notice," Barbara said to her.  "Any questions?" I
knew that being passed over by Anna - not to mention being given the number
two - had to be rankling Kelly.  I just hoped she'd be smart enough to keep
her mouth shut about it.  No such luck.

   "Yes, ma'am, I do have a question," Kelly said.  Uh oh, I thought.  This
won't go well.

   "Alright Two, let's hear it," Barbara replied emphasizing the "Two." 

   "Why Anna?" Kelly asked.  'I mean she's a nice girl, but she has no
background or training in managerial or administrative work.  Haven't I
done all you've asked, ma'am?"

   "Actually you've done a lot more than I asked, Kelly," Barbara responded
tartly.  "I didn't ask you to call me an asshole during your so-called
'panic attack,' but you did.  I didn't ask you to constantly bitch about me
behind my back to anyone who would listen, but you did.  And I didn't ask
you to leave work without permission to go to my condo to confess your sins
to Nine, but you did.  And those are the just the things I know about.  I
never asked you to do any of those things did I?"

   Kelly didn't respond, having figured out too late to keep her mouth
shut. Barbara was just getting started, though.

   'Kelly, I've given you a lot of rope over the past three months and all
you've done is tie it into a noose.  When I was deciding what number to
assign you I was going to give you something in the double digits, hell
maybe even triple digits.  Then I remembered what bodily function the
number two represents and I decided that would be perfect for you." Barbara
walked over and stood directly over Kelly now.

   "Here's what's going to happen, Kelly," she continued.  "You're going to
finish out the rest of your contract as Mailgirl #2; then you're going to
take your money and go away.  You'd better remain a non-entity for the rest
of that time because if I hear of any more problems from you I'll run you
off the property myself and have company lawyers hound you for every last
dime of penalties owed in the contract.  Have I made myself clear?"

   "Y-yes, ma'am," Kelly responded, choking back a sob. 

   "Now get the hell out of here and get back to work, Two," Barbara
commanded.  "I never want to see you or hear from you again.  The next time
you're told to report to this office will be the last time."

   My heart went out to Kelly as she leapt to her feet and rushed out of
the room.  Despite everything, I still felt sorry for her.  She'd
mistakenly believed that her assistance in helping Barbara recruit me and
start up the Mailgirls program would be rewarded, but was now discovering
she was just a minnow swimming in shark-infested waters.  It had taken her
awhile but she'd finally come clean to me about her role and I felt bad now
about having turned my back on her.  She'd made mistakes but I still needed
her as a friend, especially now.

   I was alone with Barbara now and my anxiety began rising after hearing
how harshly she had dealt with Kelly.  Did she have more humiliating
revelations planned for me?  Another whipping session?  Instead, she
removed her shoes, then her jacket and surprised me by kneeling on the
carpet in front of me.  A bright smile lit up her face as I looked up at
her. 

   "You were fantastic today, Danica," she said, calling me by my name. 
'You're everything I'd hoped you would be and much, much more." I had no
idea how to respond to that so I didn't.  Barbara reached out and began
gently stroking my cheek.

   "I know I pushed you to your limits today but I only did it because I
believed you could handle it, and you did," she said with a smile.  "I'm
going to keep doing that, but I want you to know that whatever I say
publicly or how I treat you, that you're not a non-entity or a number to
me. You're a bright, beautiful woman Danica and you're very special to me.
I don't ever want you to forget that.  I just want you to experience your
submissive nature to its fullest."

   Barbara leaned in and kissed my forehead, then slid her lips down and
held them directly in front of mine.  I could feel her breath on my face
and the smell of her perfume filled my senses as I trembled in
anticipation. Before me was the most intelligent, charismatic, and
confident woman I'd ever known and I was being irresistibly drawn into her
orbit by the sheer force of her gravitational pull.  I knew now that I
wanted her more than I'd ever wanted anyone.  When I could no longer stand
it I leaned in and began hungrily kissing her.

   Barbara pulled away, denying me her lips.  She was torturing me yet
again.  She stroked my face one last time then rose to her feet.

   "Go Nine," she ordered.  "Go see your friends."



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 34

   FRIENDS

   As I exited Barbara's office I was more confused than ever.  Confused
about myself, my life, my feelings toward Barbara.  What the hell had just
happened in there?  How was it possible that after spending the morning
humiliating me in front of several hundred DDE managers and supervisors,
treating me like little more than a shiny new product the company was
rolling out, Barbara had been able to ignite an intense desire for her with
just a few kind words?  Was this similar to a Stockholm syndrome situation
where a hostage begins to bond with their captor?  Was Barbara counting on
this bonding as part of her plan to keep me enslaved here as a mailgirl
long after my original contract had expired, as she had confidently told me
was going to happen?

   The truth is that I'd been fascinated by Barbara from the start and that
had only grown over time.  Her keen intelligence, unshakeable self
confidence, and the way she cooly handled problems as they arose were all
attributes that I'd grown to admire and envy.  She was also undeniably
attractive, the very image of a beautiful and powerful businesswoman as if
cast in the role by a Hollywood director.  And now I'd also discovered that
she had a charismatic stage presence as well.  Despite being used as a
naked prop, I couldn't help but admire the potent and articulate way she
had sold her vision for the Mailgirls program today.

   But then there was Barbara's dark side.  Her lies and manipulations,
using people as pawns to be moved around her personal chessboard.  The way
she had tossed Kelly out like the morning trash after she was no longer
useful to her.  Her hypocrisy in telling the audience today that there
would be zero tolerance for sexual harassment after she'd already gagged,
whipped, and tied me up in her own office.  And now I knew she was
manipulating Anna as well, planning to use her as a surrogate to control me
while I was away from work.

   I couldn't deny now, though, that I felt a growing attraction for
Barbara despite this dark side.  Hell, maybe even because of it.  Being
under the control of a puppet master who could expertly pull my strings
without any moral qualms about it - and with no easy way for me to sever
those strings - was both frightening and exciting to me.

   As I walked through the ninth floor trying to wrap my head around
everything I saw Kelly kneeling on the Mailgirls mat looking shaken and
despondent.  I wasn't on any kind of deadline to get to Marketing so I
decided to make a detour.  I walked over and kneeled beside her, then
reached a hand out and placed it in hers.  Kelly turned to look at me with
tears in her eyes.

   "I'm so sorry, Danica," she said, "I've totally f*cked everything up for
you.  It's all my fault."

   "No it isn't, Kelly," I said to her.  "I'm a big girl.  It's long past
time for me to own my mistakes and quit blaming you.  You never put a gun
to my head to make me do anything." I squeezed her hand.  "You're my
friend, Kelly, and I need you now more than ever."

   "Thank you," she said choking back a sob as she reached up with her free
hand to wipe her eyes.  As we knelt together hand in hand on the mat I
thought back to the beginning of all of this.  I hadn't really known Kelly
well back then, but the two of us had shared experiences as DDE's first two
mailgirls that no one else could fully understand, not even Anna.  As
Barbara slowly stripped away everything I possessed I realized it was more
important than ever that Kelly remain a part of my life.  I especially
valued her opinions since she had a way of cutting through the bullshit
when it came to Barbara.

   My presence seemed to help Kelly compose herself.  After a bit she
looked around to make sure no one was nearby listening, then said in a low
voice, "You know all of that crap about the condo, and the permanent nudity
and Anna being in charge of you away from work?  Barbara can't really make
you do that.  As long as you show up to work and fulfill your contract, she
can't say squat about what you do away from here.  You should tell her to
go piss up a rope."

   "I know," I said, "but she'd just use Anna as leverage.  She'd threaten
to fire her or send her back to her mother or something like that to get me
back into line." I thought about whether I wanted to go any deeper than
that, but decided if Kelly and I were going to remain friends I'd try to be
as honest with her as I could.  "Besides," I said, "I want to obey her.  I
know it sounds crazy but I want her to force me to obey her."

   Kelly nodded her head.  "Yeah, I thought so.  You're really into this
humiliation and submission crap aren't you?"

   "Yes."

   "Well, you definitely came to the right place for that," she said.  "DDE
must be nirvana for you.  So what's going to happen if someday you're not
so into it anymore or Barbara goes too far?"

   "I'll leave," I said.

   "Really?" Kelly asked.  "You think you'll be able to just walk away? 
You're in the spider's web now, girl.  The longer you're in it the harder
it will be to escape."

   "I know," I said.  "Believe me I'm not blind to what Barbara is capable
of, but if that time comes I've got to have faith in myself that I can find
a way out without letting her screw up my life." As I said that it felt
like I was trying to convince myself of it as much as I was Kelly.

   "I hope you're right," Kelly said.  "Personally I think you're making a
mistake, though.  She's already got you by the short and curlies here at
work so why grant her that power away from work?" Just then her watch lit
up alerting her to a pickup order.  "Gotta go," she said as she smiled at
me, squeezed my hand, and gave me a peck on the cheek. 

   As she was getting to her feet I said, "Kelly, just do what Barbara told
you.  Lay low, don't cause any problems, then get the hell out of here when
your contract is up."

   "That's my plan," she said.  "I'll be as invisible as a naked girl can
possibly be." 

   After she was gone I reluctantly rose to my feet and began walking
toward the stairs.  I was thankful for having had the chance to talk to
Kelly but was dreading the humiliation tour of the Marketing department
that lay ahead of me.  I'd seen my old friends from there only once since
becoming a mailgirl and that hadn't gone well at all.  Whatever respect
they'd had for me had evaporated into a mixture of contempt, condescension,
and lecherous amusement at my new role.  And they hadn't even seen me naked
yet.

   As I walked through the ninth floor it struck me how much things had
changed here in the tower in the past three months.  At first the presence
of a nude mailgirl had pretty much brought all work to a halt, but now it
barely created a ripple.  I can't say that I was no longer being noticed,
but these people had seen me naked so many times that I'd become a normal
part of their work environment.  Most of them just gave me a glance as I
went by before returning to whatever it was they were doing.

   I knew it would be very different in the rest of the complex, though, at
least for awhile.  Most of the several thousand DDE employees working
outside of the tower had never seen a live mailgirl and Barbara had made
sure I'd be the first and only one they'd see for now.

   I made my way down the tower stairs to the third floor, then to the
entrance door to the south wing.  Marketing was on the opposite side of the
wing so I had a long walk through "virgin territory" to get there. 

   But the walk through the south wing in front of dozens of people getting
their first look at a mailgirl was the easy part of my task.  Too soon I
stood outside of the familiar doors leading into the Marketing and Sales
department dreading what I knew lay beyond those doors.  This was a moment
I'd known would eventually happen, but now that it was here I desperately
wanted to be almost anywhere else.  This was where I'd started my career at
DDE and had spent nearly a year of my life here.  I couldn't have imagined
back then that someday I'd walk through these doors completely naked in the
middle of a busy work day.

   Starting out in the tower had probably made it easier for me to
transition from DDE's management development program to mailgirl since very
few employees there had known me previously.  Most of the people working in
the tower have never seen me with clothes on and, if Barbara has her way,
never will.  Beyond these doors, though, that's not the case.  Here I'd
once been a colleague, valued employee, friend, and equal.  Now I was
returning as an inferior who'd been permanently consigned to menial
delivery tasks while serving as naked eye candy.  I doubted I'd be able to
look any of them in the eye now, even if company policy didn't prohibit it.

   You'd think that after three months of constant nudity at work I'd be
fairly jaded about it by now, but that's just not the case.  Oh, I'd
obviously become more accustomed to it over time but there's always a point
in every day that it strikes me just how bizarre and surreal this really
is. It's something I'm always conscious of as I go about my duties.  My
nudity affects every interaction I have with other DDE employees.  It's
what clearly separates me from them and Barbara had sought to widen that
chasm at every opportunity.  By stripping mailgirls of their right to wear
clothes it had made it easier for her to convince others that we weren't
really one of them, that we were a sub-class undeserving of the rights or
respect of other DDE employees.  Strapping electronic leashes to us in the
form of smart watches or phones that monitored and controlled everything we
did only reinforced this, as did a demerit system that could be used to
punish us for any deviations from the rigid and arbitrary rules set for us.

   Hiromoto had used his wealth and power to exploit loopholes in labor
laws to cleverly create the modern day equivalent of a slave girl class
within a corporate structure.  Mariko had managed to mitigate this somewhat
by offering herself up to Hiromoto to protect the other girls, but Barbara
had no such restraint in pushing the limits of this concept as far as she
could.  By using nudity waivers, contracts, and carefully navigating
through loopholes in labor and sexual harassment laws she had successfully
created her own slave girl class right here at DDE.  And now she had
ordered me to parade naked in front of my former friends and colleagues. 
It was such a delicious humiliation that she hadn't been able to resist it
for even a single day once the expansion of the Mailgirls program to the
rest of the complex had made it possible.

   It was with the full knowledge that I was a lowly slave girl that I
reluctantly, and with a knot in my stomach, pushed open the door to present
myself to my old friends and new masters.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 35

   OLD FRIENDS, NEW MASTERS

   I stood inside the doors of DDE's Marketing department momentarily
paralyzed, unable to take another step.  To be standing nude in such a
familiar area had a greater effect on me than I could have imagined and for
the first time in ages I had to fight an overwhelming urge to cover myself.
I was in a corridor that led past several offices on each side then opened
up into a large floor filled with desks and cubicles which is where I'd
once worked.  The view of that area was limited from here so no one had
seen me yet, but even a glimpse of it had left me frozen in place, unable
to move.  The idea of walking in there like this, totally naked with a
phone strapped to my arm and the number 9 inked on various spots on my
body, suddenly seemed completely insane.

   On my immediate left was Sanjeev Singh's office, the man who'd once been
my immediate boss.  I could see him through the glass working at his desk,
totally oblivious to my presence.  Since Sanjeev had been at Barbara's
presentation today, along with Stephanie, I decided I'd start there since
he'd already seen me like this anyway.  I took a deep breath to calm
myself, then walked to the door and entered his office.

   Sanjeev looked up at me with a stunned look on his face and it was clear
he had no idea I'd be coming here.  I assumed my required stance with my
hands behind my back and my feet spread.  "Danica?" he said in a puzzled
tone.  "I did not order a Mailgirl delivery."

   "No sir, Barbara Anderson sent me here.  And please refer to me as Nine,
sir."

   "Yes, of course.  Nine.  That will take some getting used to I think."
Sanjeev was clearly flustered by my sudden appearance.

   Sanjeev was in his late 30's with flecks of gray in his thick dark hair.
He had a thin runner's build and had actually competed in the 2000 Olympics
in Sydney in the 10,000 meters.  Born and raised in Jaipur, India he'd
attended college in the U.S.  and had been with DDE for about eight years.
Despite his years in the U.S.  he still spoke English with a pronounced
Indian accent.  Sanjeev had been a pretty good boss, although he was quiet
and somewhat remote.  It was always hard to get a read him so I had no idea
what his true feelings were about me or the Mailgirls program.  He wasn't
one to rock the boat, though, so he'd go along with whatever he was
instructed to do by the tower.

   "And why did Barbara send you here?" he asked.

   "I'm supposed to go to every department this week and answer questions
and assist them with learning to use the Mailgirls app, sir."

   "Ah, I see.  I believe I understand how everything works and have been
reading the literature," he said, holding up the Mailgirls Service Guide
that had been handed out at the presentation earlier.

   "Yes sir," I said, and for a moment I thought I might be able to get out
of here without having to face any of the others.  That hope was quickly
crushed.

   "There are some people out on the floor who have authorization to use
the service so perhaps you could go talk to them to see if they need any
help," he added.

   My heart sank.  "Yes sir, I'll do that.  Is there anything else you
require?"

   "No, Nine.  You can go."

   "Yes sir," I said as I turned and exited the office.  Back in the
corridor I looked toward the main floor area with dread and had to fight an
overwhelming desire to run out of here back to my comfort zone in the
tower. As I struggled to find the courage to face my old colleagues, the
door in the office opposite Sanjeev's opened and I was shocked to see
Stephanie emerge from it with a bright smile on her face.  I glanced at the
name on the door and realized that she'd been promoted to an assistant
manager position since I'd left.  That's why she'd been at the presentation
today.

   "Well look who's here," Stephanie said with a laugh.  "It's Mailgirl
Nine!"

   I fought to compose myself, terribly embarrassed to be standing in front
of my former friend like this.  "Y-yes ma'am," I stammered.  "I was ordered
to report here and answer any questions you may have about the Mailgirls
program."

   "Oh I don't have any questions about it," she said with a smirk.  "I
understand your role perfectly.  I think we should present you to the rest
of the gang, though.  I'm sure they'd love to see you in your new uniform."
Stephanie then reached up and placed each of my already hard nipples
between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and began teasing them out to
even greater prominence.  "I just want to make sure these are nice and
perky," she said as I stood there in shock.  "I think it adds a nice touch
to your uniform." When she was done she slapped me hard on the ass. 
"Follow me, Nine," she commanded as she walked down the corridor toward the
open floor of the department.

   If I hadn't felt debased and degraded before I definitely did now as I
followed behind her.  As we walked onto the Marketing department's main
floor I began seeing familiar faces reacting to my appearance.  There's
definitely something different about being nude in front of people you know
and it heightened my embarrassment far beyond what I normally felt in the
tower.  Stephanie continued to lead me until we reached an open area in the
middle of the floor.  "Everyone to me," she said loudly, and people from
throughout the office began gathering around us.  The employees here were
relatively young, mostly in their twenties and early thirties, and the
atmosphere tended to be more casual than in the tower.

   "Get in your standing position, Nine," Stephanie ordered and I quickly
obeyed.  I lowered my eyes to the floor, unable to meet the gaze of my
co-workers.  I saw that my nipples remained prominently extended and felt
myself becoming moist which only added to my shame.  If the presentation on
stage today had been my ultimate humiliation up to now, this was even
worse. 

   "I'm sure you guys know that Sanjeev and I went to a Mailgirls meeting
today," she said to the gathered group.  "I'm also sure you recognize
Mailgirl Nine here.  She was on the fast track to success but decided she
preferred a career as a mailgirl instead." There was some snickering and
laughter, but I kept my eyes glued to the floor trying vainly to imagine I
was somewhere else.  "Since we're going to start using mailgirls next
Monday I thought I'd pass on a few things I learned today.  The first thing
you need to know is that mailgirls don't have names they have numbers.  You
have to call them by their number even if you know their name."

   "That seems pretty f*cked up," I heard a familiar voice say.  It was
Gary, the only one of my friends who'd been somewhat nice to me at a party
I'd attended after becoming a mailgirl. 

   "It's company policy, Gary.  We have to be able to identify them so we
can give them demerits if they're being bad mailgirls," Stephanie replied
sarcastically.  "And Nine here has been a very bad mailgirl so she's been
permanently banned from ever wearing clothes again on DDE property."

   "Really?" a woman named Tamara said with a laugh.  "That's pretty
crazy!"

   "Crazy but true," Stephanie said.  "She's going to be a permanent
mailgirl, isn't that right, Nine?"

   "Yes, ma'am," I responded.  Whatever friendship had been between us was
obviously over as Stephanie spoke of me in the most demeaning and spiteful
way possible.

   "So she has to call you ma'am?" Tamara asked.  "And why is she standing
like that?" 

   "She's a little servant girl so she has to call everyone sir or ma'am,"
Stephanie said.  "And that's how she's supposed to stand when she's waiting
for orders." I was reduced to being a naked prop again as Stephanie and
others talked about me like I wasn't there. 

   "You can also make her kneel," Stephanie continued.  "Show them, Nine."
I got down on the floor in my kneeling position. 

   "Wow, that's freaking hot," I heard Tom say, another of my former
friends.

   "You haven't seen anything yet, Tom," Stephanie laughed.  "Nine, get in
your inspection position."

   I groaned inwardly as I rose to my feet, spread my legs, lifted up on my
toes, and placed my hands behind my neck.  I was surrounded on every side
by my former co-workers with every inch of my body exposed.  Earlier I'd
had to fight off arousal while in this position but now I was on the verge
of sobbing.  What had I ever done to Stephanie that she would turn on me
like this and treat me in such a demeaning manner?  I'm sure she'd been
badmouthing me to everyone here ever since I'd become a mailgirl and I
wondered now if we'd ever really been friends.

   "We have the right to inspect a mailgirl's uniform," Stephanie
continued, "and you can send her to the shower to get cleaned up if she's
too smelly or sweaty.  Nine here loves being inspected so much that she had
an orgasm on stage today while it was being demonstrated." This brought a
reaction from the crowd and she gleefully went into great detail describing
everything surrounding that humiliating moment.  I felt like I was trapped
in a nightmare as almost everyone, at Stephanie's urging, took out their
phones and began taking pictures and videos of me from every angle, hoping
for a repeat performance.  When it didn't happen, Stephanie finally moved
on.

   "One thing I have to warn you about, though, is you can't sexually
harass the mailgirls," she said.  "No inappropriate touching even if she's
begging for it.  And no matter what you think of Nine, you can't call her a
whore, or a slut, or a twat, or a skank."

   "Alright, that's enough," I heard Sanjeev Singh say.  I looked up and
realized for the first time that he'd been observing everything from the
background.  "Everyone back to their desks.  Stephanie and Nine follow me
to my office please."

   As I entered Sanjeev's office I wasn't sure what to expect.  "You may
kneel on the floor, Nine," he said.  "Stephanie, take a seat." Sanjeev sat
down behind his desk.  "Stephanie," he said turning to her, "I have been
looking over all the material and I believe you would be a good candidate
for the company's Mailgirls program."

   "What?" Stephanie laughed.  "You've got to be joking."

   "Not at all," he replied in that Indian accent of his.  "You have a very
attractive face and figure and I believe you would be an ideal candidate to
become a mailgirl.  It pays quite well, also.  More than you're earning now
along with a $50,000 bonus up front for signing a two year contract.  I
plan on submitting your name for consideration."

   "Submit all you want, Sanjeev, but there's no way in hell I would ever
do that no matter how much it pays."

   Sanjeev leaned back in his chair.  "Alright, let's discuss the
alternative then, Stephanie.  I just witnessed you placing both of your
hands on this mailgirl's breasts and slapping her on the rear out in the
hallway.  And then you called her a slut and a whore, among other things,
out on the floor." The color drained from Stephanie's face as he spoke.

   "Um, I was just having some fun with her," she replied nervously.  "I'm
sure she didn't mind it.  And I was telling the others to not call her
those names."

   "Please," Sanjeev said, "do you think I am stupid?  Those are clear
violations of the company's sexual harassment policies as spelled out for
you by Barbara Anderson in today's meeting.  I am sure you understand the
consequences."

   "What the hell is this, Sanjeev?" Stephanie responded angrily.  "Are you
trying to blackmail me?  Is this about getting that $10,000 bonus?"

   Sanjeev turned to me now.  "Danica," he said calling me by name, "would
you like to file a sexual harassment claim against Stephanie?  I will back
you up if you do."

   I suppose I could have taken the high road, turned the other cheek, and
felt some sympathy for my ex-friend.  Instead I responded almost instantly
with "Yes sir, I would." After what had just happened out on the floor I
wasn't in a forgiving mood.

   "Very well then, I'll start the paperwork.  Unfortunately I believe this
will end with your termination, Stephanie.  I'm also afraid that being
fired for cause will make you ineligible for unemployment benefits or
severance pay."

   "Wait a minute, Sanjeev, please," Stephanie replied desperately.  "I'm
sorry.  I won't do it again, I promise."

   "I am sorry, but Danica wishes to file a complaint so I must act on it.
Perhaps she would allow you the opportunity to talk to Barbara about an
alternative career opportunity as a mailgirl in exchange for dropping her
claim?"

   "Yes sir, I would," I said to him, "provided she signs a two year
Mailgirl contract."

   Stephanie eyes began desperately moving from me to Sanjeev to the door
and back again as if searching for an escape from her trap.  Finally she
slumped resignedly into her chair.  "I'll talk to Barbara Anderson," she
said quietly.  "I'm not signing anything, though.  I just want to explain
things to her."

   "Alright," Sanjeev said.  "I will see if I can arrange a meeting this
afternoon with Barbara so you can discuss your future with her, Stephanie."

   Knowing Barbara as I did, I had no doubt whatsoever how that meeting
would turn out.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 36

   SECOND THOUGHTS

   After being dismissed from Sanjeev's office I suddenly realized how
hungry I was.  Between Barbara's presentation, the meeting in her office,
and the craziness that just took place in Marketing, I'd missed my lunch
break.  Normally every second of my day at work had been governed by my
smart watch, but the phone now strapped to my arm hadn't issued me any
orders and I wasn't even sure if it was active yet.  Without something to
tell me where to go, what to do, and how much time I was allowed to do it,
I was feeling a little unmoored.

   I decided to go back to the tower to eat my lunch and began making my
way back through the south wing.  Without a pickup or delivery deadline to
meet I felt like just a naked girl walking through a busy office complex as
fully clothed people gawked at me.  Of course that's exactly what I was,
but when I was performing my mailgirls' duties I at least had a sense of
purpose and a goal to focus on.  With only vague instructions from Barbara
to guide me right now, I felt an odd longing for the return of an
electronic leash that would control my every step throughout the workday.

   It was also strange how much more comfortable I felt once I got back
into the tower.  After three months here the places and faces had grown
familiar and I'd learned to navigate these waters without sinking.  Even
though the tower employees would never accept me as one of them, it still
felt a little like home.  The rest of the DDE complex remained a strange
and foreign land for a naked mailgirl.

   I went down to the makeshift locker room in the basement and decided to
take a shower.  As I was soaping myself it struck me that this might be the
last time I'd be able to do this with some semblance of privacy.  Tomorrow
I'd be "inaugurating" the new Mailgirls locker room and would be showering
in front of an audience.  I desperately wished that things could continue
on as they were with just Kelly, Anna, and me working the tower.  If I
could only do that I thought I might be willing to keep working as a
mailgirl indefinitely.  In many ways the job was perfectly suited for my
exhibitionist and submissive impulses.  Barbara had more ambitious plans
for me, though, and I knew that every time I reached some level of comfort
she'd devise a new way to test and expand my boundaries.

   After my shower I gathered my lunch and took it to the second floor
Mailgirls mat.  For once I could eat without worrying about the clock and
my mind wandered back to the events in Sanjeev's office.  As I thought
about it I began having nagging doubts about whether I'd done the right
thing.  Yeah, Stephanie had been a complete bitch to me today, but I also
knew that Sanjeev was cynically using me to blackmail her into becoming a
mailgirl so he could get the $10,000 bonus. 

   Sanjeev had written out the formal sexual harassment complaint against
Stephanie while she sat there withdrawn into a morose funk, refusing to
speak.  After he'd finished it I'd signed it without hesitation, still
angry about the way I'd been treated.  After that Sanjeev had called
Barbara and arranged an immediate meeting with her.  I'd been surprised
that she excluded me from it, telling Sanjeev that my signature on the
complaint was enough.  Now that I thought about it I realized that she knew
I'd probably start waffling on it, just as I was starting to do now. 
Barbara knew me too well.  She didn't want me anywhere near her office
during the meeting with Stephanie.

   Now that some time had passed and my anger had subsided I was feeling
pangs of guilt about subjecting Stephanie to Barbara's tender mercies.  Did
she really deserve to lose her job or be forced into Mailgirl servitude
just because she'd been mean to me today?  And if I was really a
humiliation junkie hadn't she given me exactly what I craved?  I guess it
was because it had happened in front of so many people I knew that it felt
like she'd crossed the line. 

   I was still shocked about how nasty Steph had been to me, but I guess in
retrospect I should have seen it coming.  Things had started going south
almost immediately after she'd found out that I'd become a mailgirl.  The
party that I went to after that had been uncomfortable all the way around,
but Stephanie in particular had been cold and condescending toward me. 
Something Gary said that night gave me the impression that she'd been
trashing me to all of my friends and turning them against me.  When I
confronted her about it she went into a rant about how I was taking part in
something that was setting women's rights back by decades.  Steph had never
struck me as an ardent feminist before that but I couldn't really argue
with it either.

   And then today when Barbara put me up on stage and thoroughly humiliated
me in front of several hundred DDE managers, Steph seemed to enjoy every
second of it.  Somewhere along the line I'd obviously pissed in her
Cheerios without realizing it.

   The more I thought about it the worse I felt about signing that sexual
harassment complaint.  No matter what Steph had done today she didn't
deserve to be swept into the black hole of Barbara's gravitational pull for
it.  I knew Steph was up in Barbara's office right now and I was tempted to
go up there and attempt to withdraw my complaint, but I was certain it
wouldn't do any good.  Her fate was in Barbara's hands now and for me to
try to change that would be like spitting into a hurricane.

   I finished my lunch and began wondering what I should do next.  Barbara
had told me to go to every department in the rest of the complex outside of
the tower, let myself be seen, and answer any questions about Mailgirls and
the app.  That seemed simple enough but how exactly was I supposed to do
that?  Did I wander around to random departments and search for the
manager? Should I establish some kind of plan for the order that I did this
to make sure I didn't miss anyone?  Should I just blow it off knowing that
Barbara's sole purpose for it was to further humiliate me?  Good Christ, I
thought, I'm totally lost now without a f*cking watch to tell me what to
do. How pathetic is that?  Three months as a mailgirl had erased any
initiative I'd learned in earning an MBA degree or spending a year in DDE's
management training program.

   I decided I'd start with the south wing and work my way through it floor
by floor, department by department.  The prospect of it sounded absolutely
horrible, but what choice did I have? 

   I was nearly to the entrance to the south wing when the MMU strapped to
my arm began vibrating.  I had to twist my arm to read it and was almost
grateful to see I was being summoned to Barbara's office.  I turned and
made the familiar trip up the stairs to the ninth floor. 

   As I entered Barbara's office I found Stephanie kneeling naked on
Barbara's floor, tears streaming down her cheeks.  I wish I could say I was
shocked by this, but I wasn't.  This is exactly what I'd expected to see.

   "Nine, I think you've met our newest mailgirl," Barbara said to me.

   I was immediately overcome by intense guilt.  What the hell had I done?



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 37

   DONE DEAL

   "I'd like to withdraw my sexual harassment claim against Stephanie,
ma'am," I said to Barbara who laughed in response as if she'd known this
was coming.

   "You already have Nine;" she said.  "That was part of the agreement,
remember?  You drop the sexual harassment claim in exchange for Stephanie
signing a two year Mailgirls contract.  The contract is signed and on its
way to Human Resources.  It's a done deal."

   "By law she should have three days to cancel the contract, ma'am," I
said, repeating something I'd once read about contracts.

   "In this state that only applies to contracts for consumer purchases,"
she replied.  "If she had signed a contract to join a health club or buy a
house or a car that would apply.  It doesn't apply to employment contracts.
And withdrawing your claim wouldn't help her keep her job since her manager
also witnessed the harassment.  I'll tell you what, though, in the spirit
of fairness I'll give Stephanie one final chance to get out of the contract
without penalty."

   Barbara turned her attention now to the naked girl kneeling on the
carpet.  "Stephanie, I'll rip up the contract in favor of immediate
termination.  Do you want me to do that?  Last chance."

   "N-no ma'am," Stephanie blubbered, her eyes still wet with tears.

   Barbara handed Stephanie a tissue and allowed her a minute to compose
herself, then she turned to me.  "Take her down to get showered and shaved,
then to the security office to be photographed for her new ID badge," she
ordered.  "She'll be assigned the number three as her Mailgirl
identification.  There are some black pens down in the locker room now so I
want you to apply the number to her body before she gets photographed. 
After that I want you to escort her to Donna Haverly's office on the
seventh floor and drop her off.  When you're done there return here to my
office, Nine."

   "Yes ma'am," I said.  My attempt to help Stephanie had gone Barbara's
way, just like everything always did.  Stephanie rose to her feet and
turned to me, her eyes downcast to the floor.  This was the first time I'd
ever seen her naked.

   Stephanie had short blonde hair with noticeable dark roots, brown eyes,
and a very pretty face.  Her breasts were a full C cup I guessed, firm but
with a slight sag because of their weight.  They were complimented by a
firm, round "bubble butt." Down below she was shaved except for a dark
brown strip that would soon be coming off, and on her ankle was a small
butterfly tattoo.  I knew Barbara wasn't a fan of tattoos on mailgirls but
this one must have been unobtrusive enough to let it go.  Stephanie had
always spent more time clubbing than working out so I thought she could
stand to lose five pounds or so off of her waist, but a few weeks as a
mailgirl would take care of that.  Running naked around the DDE complex
would soon give her a wonderfully toned mailgirl's body. 

   I felt a little embarrassed as I caught myself analyzing her body like
that.  "Follow me, Three," I said as I turned toward the door.

   As we made our way through the ninth floor toward the stairs I kept an
eye on her to make sure she didn't try to cover herself but Stephanie
managed keep her hands at her sides.  Her face was a mask of embarrassment,
though, and her eyes darted wildly about the room as we walked.  The
appearance of a new naked girl on the floor was drawing a lot of attention.

   We entered the stairwell and began our descent to the basement, but
Stephanie only made it to halfway between the eighth and seventh floor
before stopping and grasping the handrail.  "Oh my god, I can't believe I'm
doing this," she said as she clung to the rail, and for a minute I was
afraid she might get sick. 

   "Are you okay, Steph?" I asked.

   "No I'm not, Danica," she said angrily as she turned to face me.  "I'm a
very long way from being okay.  Thanks for ruining my life you f*cking
bitch!"

   Whatever sympathy I'd been feeling for her quickly evaporated.  "Don't
blame me for this Steph.  You -(TM)re the one who grabbed my tits and
slapped my ass right in front of Sanjeev's office, not to mention calling
me a whore and a slut and a skank in front of all my friends.  You heard
Barbara; you were screwed even without me filing a complaint against you."

   "Okay, I shouldn't have done that, but you sure as hell made it easier
for Sanjeev by agreeing to sign that damn complaint.  Did you really feel
like I was sexually harassing you?  After you'd just spent the morning on
stage being treated like a mindless piece of meat by Barbara Anderson? 
That was a hundred times worse than anything I did to you!"

   "No it wasn't.  You were humiliating me in front of all my old friends
and co-workers.  Wait until you have to go back to Marketing as a mailgirl
and you'll know what I'm talking about."

   "Oh God, I can't believe I'll have to do that," Stephanie said burying
her head in her hands.  "This is a f*cking nightmare!"

   "Then why are you doing it?  Is the job here so damned important that
you couldn't go find another one somewhere else instead of doing this?"

   "No, I can't," she said angrily.  "Don't you understand, Danica, I just
bought a house.  Every dime I've ever saved went into the down payment for
it.  I can't afford to go somewhere else and start at the bottom.  I'll
lose it!"

   "What about Rob?" I asked.  "Can't he help you?" Rob worked in DDE's
Film and Media department and was Stephanie's live-in boyfriend.

   Stephanie laughed bitterly.  "God you are so out of touch with
everything going on.  Rob's gone.  He moved out a month ago."

   This surprised me.  While I was still working in Marketing the two of
them had been talking marriage.  "Well you guys are the ones who froze me
out after I became a mailgirl," I said.  "How the hell should I know what's
going on?  And why have you been such a little bitch to me anyway?  Don't
give me that feminist bullshit either about how I'm setting back women's
rights and all that."

   "Why not?" Stephanie replied.  "I worked my ass off for five years in
that department trying to earn respect.  Even after I finally got promoted,
you know what happened?  The guys in the department would say to me 'Hey
Steph, when are you going to become a mailgirl?  You'd make a great
mailgirl.' Crap like that.  And now that there's a bounty on us, every
pretty girl in the company is going to be pressured to become a mailgirl."

   "And you blame that on me?  I don't have any control over any of that."

   "You helped them start this, Danica.  You're a goddamn supermodel with
an MBA, with every advantage in the world and you decide to piss it away to
become a mailgirl?"

   "It's much more complicated than that," I said to her.  "You don't know
the whole story.  And is that why you've been backstabbing me with
everyone? Because you're jealous of my looks and education?  Are you
jealous because you were the hot girl in the department until I showed up?"

   "There we go," Stephanie laughed bitterly.  "That's the Danica we all
know; 'I'm so freaking hot and I've got an MBA.  This shitty little
department is only a way station for me.  It's only a matter of time before
I'm an executive working at the top of the tower.'"

   "That's not true!" I protested, but I couldn't help but wonder if there
was some truth in it.  Had I actually come off that way to people? 

   "You weren't that blatant about it, but it is true.  That air of
superiority was always there.  Your act was wearing thin even before you
left and became a mailgirl."

   "So then why did you act like you were my friend if you thought I was
such an arrogant bitch?" I asked. 

   "It wasn't an act, Danica.  I liked you.  I defended you."

   "Then what happened, Steph?  It couldn't just be about me becoming a
mailgirl."

   Stephanie remained silent for a minute before speaking again.  "It's
because of Rob.  You're the reason we broke up."

   "Me?  What did I do?"

   "For starters you flirted with him every time you were with us, even
when I was right there."

   "That's why you broke up with him?" I asked.  "It was just innocent fun.
He's a great looking guy.  Nothing ever happened between us."

   "Maybe not," Stephanie said, "but he was infatuated with you.  I found a
stash of nude photos of you as a mailgirl taken by people in the tower on
his laptop.  For all I know he was jacking off to your pictures every time
he was alone.  So I kicked his ass out."

   I wasn't quite sure how to respond to that.  "I'm sorry, Steph, but that
still isn't really my fault," I said finally. 

   "Okay, whatever," she said.  "I'm done with this conversation.  Let's go
downstairs and get this shit over with." Stephanie began walking down the
stairs and as I followed behind her I couldn't help but try to get in the
last word.

   "Since you think I'm such an arrogant, stuck up bitch, Steph, I guess
you'll be interested to know that I've discovered I'm actually a
submissive."

   "I don't think you know what you are, Danica," she replied.  "I think
you're whatever the hell Barbara tells you that you are."

   Stephanie and I barely spoke to each other again after that argument on
the stairs.  The whole process of showering, shaving, having numbers
scrawled on her body, then being photographed by a leering security guard
must have been a humiliating experience for her, but she refused to speak
of it. 

   When I took her up to the new Mailgirls office on the seventh floor I
got my first look at Donna Haverly.  I'd been expecting an attractive young
woman who'd been roped into doing this by Barbara as a way to eventually
turn her into a mailgirl, so I had to stifle a laugh when I saw her.  Donna
was a heavy set middle aged woman with a no-nonsense demeanor.  There'd be
no demands by Barbara that she get first-hand experience as a mailgirl in
her future.  Anna was on the floor helping Donna with paperwork when I
entered and she looked up and smiled at me.  It never failed to strike me
just how innocent and adorable Anna looked even when she was kneeling naked
on the floor.

   Donna greeted me with a gruff, "There you are, Nine." She informed me
that Anna would be taking over Three's training and I was free to leave. 

   I left Stephanie looking nervous and forlorn as I headed out the door
and up to Barbara's office as instructed.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 37b

   QUID PRO QUO

   Barbara was talking on her cellphone as I entered and she pointed at the
floor, so I got down on my knees to wait.  After wrapping up the call
Barbara told her receptionist Jan over the intercom that she didn't want to
be disturbed for a while, then walked to a cabinet in the rear of her
office.  I was fearful that she would pull out the gag and whip, but
Barbara surprised me once again when she returned with a bottle of wine and
two wine glasses. 

   Barbara poured the wine, then kicked off her shoes, removed her jacket
and kneeled down in front of me for the second time that day.  "You've had
quite a day, Danica," she said as she handed me a glass of wine, then
clinked it with her glass.  "Cheers," she said with a smile as she took a
sip.  I followed suit as I nervously looked into her eyes.  Barbara's
unpredictability always left me feeling a little unsettled even when she
was being nice.

   "Danica, today was an important day for the Mailgirls program here at
DDE and I want to reward you for everything you've done to make it
possible. For the next few minutes you're not a mailgirl, you're not a
number, and I'm not your superior.  We're just two people having a glass of
wine and a conversation together."

   "Yes ma'am," I responded.

   "And no 'ma'am's' either," she said.  "Do you know what 'quid pro quo'
means, Danica?"

   "Yes," I nodded.  "It means I give you something and you give me
something."

   "That's right," she said.  "In this case it means I promise to answer
any question you ask me with complete honesty if you'll do the same for
me."

   "Okay," I said.  The use of the phrase "quid pro quo" reminded me of a
scene from The Silence of the Lambs and I could picture myself as a
frightened young Clarice Starling with Barbara in the role of Dr.  Hannibal
Lecter.  That image didn't really give me a warm, fuzzy feeling about how
this might turn out.

   I took a sip of the wine and thought about what I wanted to ask.  I had
about a million questions but I wanted to make it a good one since I had no
idea when, or if, I'd be given this opportunity again.  I finally settled
on one.

   "Okay, Barbara, how about this.  Why are you doing this really?  I mean
all of it.  Me, the Mailgirls, the condo, Anna...everything.  I know you've
told me some of it but I don't think you've told me everything."

   Barbara laughed as she swirled her wine around in her glass.  "That's a
very broad question.  I promised you an honest answer, though, so I'll do
my best." She took a sip of wine and then spent a minute thinking about how
to respond.

   "When I was in graduate school I took part in a very interesting
psychological study," she said.  "It involved student volunteers taking on
roles as prisoners and prison guards and studied how they interacted with
each other based on their roles.  There were two separate groups of men and
women volunteers and I was a volunteer in the women's study."

   "I suppose you played a prison guard," I said.

   "No, I was a prisoner.  Our roles were randomly drawn to eliminate any
bias in the selection."

   "So what happened?" I asked.

   "The guards were given khaki uniforms bought from an army surplus store
and some wooden batons as symbols of their status.  They were told they
couldn't use any physical force against us but could otherwise do what they
felt was necessary to maintain order.  The prisoners were given loose
fitting coveralls to wear and were only told that they'd been arrested for
armed robbery and were being held in jail.  Our 'cells' were merely taped
off areas with mattresses in the basement of one of the Psych buildings. 
The prison guards worked eight hour shifts but the prisoners were confined
for twenty-four hours a day.  The study was supposed to last a week but it
was abruptly ended after six days because things were getting so out of
hand."

   "In what way?"

   "The guards began becoming crueler and more authoritarian with each
passing day while most of the prisoners either passively accepted this or
turned on their fellow prisoners to gain favor with the guards.  It wasn't
playacting either.  By the end, each group had internalized their roles so
completely that it felt like a real prison.  The tape on the floor had
become as real a barrier as steel bars."

   "So did you internalize your role as a prisoner?" I asked.

   "To a point, yes, although probably not as much as some of the others.
And you know me, I manipulated both guards and prisoners whenever possible
to gain favor," she said with a smile.  "By the end, though, I did feel
like a real prisoner to a much greater degree than I would have ever
thought possible."

   I took another sip of wine and thought about what she'd told me.  "So
Mailgirls is your real life version of this experiment?  You want to see if
the mailgirls will internalize their roles as lowly slave girls?"

   "Not just the mailgirls, but the regular employees as well.  I wanted to
see if they would internalize their roles as your masters.  And they are.
It's happening.  Tower employees are treating you in ways they would never
dream of treating any other co-worker, or anyone else in their lives for
that matter."

   "Okay, I see that.  But what's the point of it?  If your 'experiment' is
producing the results you expected then why continue it?  What's your
endgame?"

   Barbara smiled and took another sip of wine.  "My endgame, Danica, is to
someday be allowed to walk openly down the street with you a step behind
me, naked and wearing a collar showing the world that you belong to me.  I
want to be seated in a restaurant and have you kneeling nude on the floor
next to my table.  I want to create a subclass of beautiful nude female
servants, not just within the corporate culture, but within the culture at
large."

   I reeled in shock at this.  "That's totally nuts, Barbara.  That'll
never happen."

   "Really?" she replied.  "Just a few months ago people were saying that
it would be impossible for any company to get away with attempting a
Mailgirls program in this country, but we're doing it.  And there are quite
a few companies watching us very closely to see what happens here." 

   "But you're talking about a huge cultural shift, Barbara," I said.  "I
just don't see it happening."

   "No one saw Mailgirls coming either until Hiromoto did it.  He was in a
unique position of wealth and power to attempt it, but even he couldn't
have succeeded if the culture hadn't already been shifting in that
direction.  Nudity had been becoming more acceptable for years, on
television and movies, in games, even in public.  Cultural changes often
take place in a slow, incremental manner but every so often the tectonic
plates give way creating an earthquake that alters the landscape.  In this
case Hiromoto's Mailgirls program was that earthquake."

   "Yeah, but you're basically talking about legalized slavery.  That was
abolished by the Emancipation Proclamation and the Constitution."

   "It would never be called slavery, Danica.  You're right, there are
constitutional prohibitions to it and there are too many negative
connotations to that word anyway.  That's why you're called a mailgirl and
we don't allow the use of words like 'master' or 'mistress.' And the woman
must always give her legal consent in the form of a contract."

   "But why just women?  Why not men, too?"

   "Because it would be far more difficult to accomplish with nude men. 
Fair or not, a lot more people from both sexes are uncomfortable in the
presence of a naked man.  Besides, I prefer the aesthetic beauty of the
female body."

   I thought about everything she was saying and an idea suddenly occurred
to me.  "Okay, Barbara, let's say that this society you dream of that
allows naked servant girls actually comes to pass.  You're a beautiful
woman, how do you know that some powerful person wouldn't entrap you into
becoming their naked servant girl?"

   Barbara smiled at this.  "That's a very good question, Danica.  I hadn't
really thought of it before.  I think it would be very difficult for anyone
to trap me into signing that contract, so I guess if it happened then all I
could say is 'well played.'" 

   "Well played?  That's it?  So everything is just a game to you?"

   "Not everything," she replied.  "But Mailgirls?  Yes, that's a game to
me and it's one I'm playing to win.  And if I can expand that concept into
the rest of the culture at large I'll do that, too."

   "What if you fail?" I asked.  "What if the whole thing comes crashing
down on your head?"

   Barbara shrugged.  "Then I fail.  It wouldn't be the first time and
won't be the last.  I'd rather be a spectacular failure than a mediocre
success."

   "You're not afraid of failure?" I asked.

   "Danica, have you ever read the sonnet 'Ozymandias' by Percy Bysshe
Shelley?"

   I shook my head.  "I don't think so." Barbara closed her eyes and began
reciting it to me.

   "I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: "Two vast and
trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert.  Near them on the sand, Half
sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of
cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet
survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and
the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: `My name is
Ozymandias, King of Kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains.  Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless
and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away."

   After she'd finished Barbara opened her eyes and looked into mine. 
"What does that poem mean to you, Danica?"

   "It means that nothing lasts forever, not even the works of mighty
kings."

   "That's right.  Time is the great equalizer.  Whether you're a king or a
pauper, in time any evidence of your existence here will eventually be
erased."

   "That sounds depressing," I said.

   "Does it?" she replied.  "To me it sounds liberating.  We mustn't fear
either success or failure because someday all that will be left of either
are the barren sands.  The only thing that should be feared is living life
in half measures while we're here."

   As Barbara spoke I wasn't sure if she sounded more like a lunatic or a
visionary, Maybe both.  Perhaps it required a little lunacy to become a
visionary. 

   I took another sip of wine and something popped into my mind that had
been nagging me for a while.  "I have another question I'd like to ask if
you don't mind."

   "Go ahead."

   "What about Anna?" I asked.  "How does she fit into all of this?  Was
she planted by you the same way that Kelly was?"

   "No," Barbara replied.  "Anna just fell into my lap.  My original plan
was to put you and Kelly together in the condo with her in control of you.
I could see early on, though, that Kelly wasn't going to work out for a
variety of reasons.  Fortunately Anna came along to take her place."

   "But why do you need someone to control me outside of work?"

   "I need you to test the boundaries of public nudity away from work so I
need someone who'll force you out of that condo and out into the world.  As
your boss I can't do that myself.  I can't be seen leading you naked around
town.  Not yet anyway."

   I was startled again by how open she was being about her plans for me.
"So why are you telling me this anyway?  Aren't you afraid that I might try
to bail out or escape my role in all of this?"

   "Perhaps you will," she replied, "but I doubt it.  When things were at
their worst during that study any of the prisoners could have walked out at
any time.  There were no bars holding us in our cells, the building's doors
were unlocked, and the guards weren't allowed to physically restrain us. 
No one did, though.  We all knew that we weren't really prisoners and our
captors weren't really prison guards but we became our roles anyway."

   "And you think I'll internalize my role so completely that I'll be
unable to walk away when my contract ends?" I asked.

   "Yes."

   Barbara drained her glass of wine and set it on the floor.  "Now it's my
turn, Danica," she said.  "Quid pro quo.  Earlier today when you began
kissing me, what would you have done if I'd let you continue?"

   I thought about how to respond to that and decided that since she'd been
honest with me, I'd be honest with her.  "I would've kept going as far as
you would have let me go.  All the way if I could have.  I don't think I've
ever wanted to make love with someone as much as I did in that moment."

   Barbara smiled.  "Someday I'll allow you to do that, Danica.  I'll allow
you to explore every inch of my body, but you'll have to earn that right.
You'll have to earn it through continued obedience." She then leaned in and
gave me a long moist kiss and I began to melt in desire for her all over
again.  As I began to reach out for her Barbara pulled away and rose to her
feet. 

   "You've had a very long day, Danica," she said.  "Go collect Anna and go
home."



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 38

   A WALK IN THE SUN

   "It's almost gone," Anna said as she scrubbed the "9" on the small of my
back with soap.  We were in the shower together and I was facing the wall
with two hands pressed against it and my feet spread to steady myself.  It
turned out that removing these numbers was much easier as a two person job,
which would definitely make the post-shift showers more interesting for
onlookers in the new Mailgirls locker room.

   "Good enough," Anna said as she reached her soapy hands around and began
kneading my breasts, pressing her body against my back as the warm water
cascaded over us.

   "I don't have any numbers to wash off there," I murmured.  It had been
an emotionally exhausting day for me and the combination of the warm water
and Anna's touch felt wonderful. 

   "That's okay, I want to make sure I didn't miss any," she giggled.  Her
hands began working their way down my stomach and I let out a moan as her
fingertips brushed across my pussy lips.

   "We shouldn't do this here," I protested weakly.  "Someone might walk
in."

   "Barbara let us off early," Anna said.  "There shouldn't be anyone
coming in here for awhile.  Besides she said I was in control of you now
and you have to do what I say."

   "Yes I do," I replied, not really wanting her to stop anyway.  This
might be the last time we'd have any privacy together in the work showers.

   "Bend over more," Anna ordered and I obeyed as she removed her hands and
soaped them up again.  She slid two fingers into my pussy from behind and
began stroking, then reached out and grabbed my hair with her other hand. I
was in a very submissive and compromising position now and knowing that
someone could walk in on us like this only helped fuel my fire. 

   "Do you like that, slut?" she asked.

   "Oh yes," I moaned, a little shocked by the word "slut." 

   As her fingers pounded my pussy increasingly faster and with more force,
my moans grew louder.  Thankfully the sound of the running water helped
muffle them, and when the orgasm came it was a big one.  It was my second
one of the day and I hadn't even left work yet.

   After it was over Anna looked at me a little sheepishly.  "I'm sorry I
called you a slut.  I didn't mean to." She had been researching knot tying
on the internet to learn ways to tie me up for our "tickle games" and had
become fascinated with the BDSM videos she'd discovered.  Now, it seems, my
sweet little Anna was adopting some of the language from them.

   "That's okay," I said.  "I'm yours to control now.  You can call me
whatever you want." I surprised myself by how eager I was to cede control
to her. 

   "You're not mad?" Anna asked.

   "No," I said with a smile as I leaned in and kissed her.  "Do you want
me to do you now?"

   She shook her head.  "Not here.  Let's go home."

   I dried off and examined my body in the mirror.  Faint images of the
number "9" could still be seen and I decided there had to be an easier way
to remove ink than using soap and water.  I'd research it later when I got
back to the condo.

   "Look what I found in the locker," Anna said excitedly as she held up a
pretty yellow cotton dress.  "Barbara must have had someone put it here for
me.  Oh, and some cute leather sandals, too!"

   "Very nice," I said, feeling a little envious.  I knew there wouldn't be
any dress or sandals for me to wear on my walk home.  Anna also discovered
a neck pouch with a lanyard that contained the condo key card along with a
new company ID badge.  She pulled it out and showed it to me.  Her name was
listed as "1" with her real name in parenthesis in much smaller print, and
instead of the usual head shot the picture was a very revealing nude shot
of Anna in the kneeling position.  Even the company ID's were made to be as
humiliating as possible for the mailgirls.  I checked the locker but there
was no condo key or ID badge for me.  The message was clear: I wouldn't be
able to enter either the condo or the DDE complex without being escorted by
Anna. 

   "Are you ready to go?" Anna asked after finishing dressing.

   "Yeah," I nodded.  "I like your outfit, Anna," I added with a twinge of
jealousy.

   "Thanks.  I like yours, too," she giggled.

   ''Do you?" I asked.  "It's the latest in the Mailgirl line by Versace."
I began walking like a model on a catwalk past Anna, then twirled and
struck a pose. 

   "Bravo!" Anna shouted as she laughed and clapped and I broke out
laughing, too.  Even after all of the craziness of the day, just a few
minutes with Anna had me feeling rejuvenated.  The orgasm in the shower
hadn't hurt either.

   I gave her a hug and then followed her out the door of the locker room
into the basement corridor.  Instead of turning left, though, toward the
exit we'd been using when escorted by the security guard, she turned right
toward the stairs.  "Where are we going?" I asked.

   "Oh, I forgot to tell you.  We have to use the main employee entrance
from now on."

   "Did Barbara tell you that?"

   "No, Donna did," Anna replied.  The main employee entrance was on the
eastern end of the north wing and getting there from here would lead me
away from the most direct path to the condo.  Not only would it add time to
my nude walk home, it would mean walking along the busy road just north of
the complex instead of merely having to cross it.  It would double the
length of my nude walk each day, both ways.  I had no doubt about where
this order originated.  As I expected, Donna Haverly was nothing more than
Barbara's puppet. 

   "Did Donna tell you anything else?" I asked.

   "Yes.  Whenever we're off duty and out in public together I'm supposed
to be dressed and you're supposed to be naked walking a step behind me with
your eyes lowered.  And you're supposed to treat me like I'm a superior and
call me ma'am and all that." 

   "Did she say anything about me wearing a collar?"

   "No," Anna replied.  "Nothing like that." Not yet anyway, I thought.

   "Anything else?"

   "Nope, that's pretty much it.  Donna seems almost worse than Barbara in
making you do all that."

   "She's not the one making me do it," I said.  "Donna's mouth is moving
but Barbara's words are coming out." 

   The images that Barbara planted in my head today of my future had
already had a disturbingly powerful effect on me.  The vision of walking
nude and collared down the street a step behind her or kneeling next to her
table in a restaurant sent waves of conflicting emotions through me. 
Before I met Barbara it would've seemed inconceivable to me that something
like that could ever take place in the modern world, but I'd long ago
stopped underestimating her and now this future seemed very possible. 
Knowing there was someone in the world capable of making that happen was
both scary and thrilling.

   I realized now, though, that this wasn't just some distant dream for
Barbara, she was already taking steps to make it happen.  She was sending
me out in public with Anna as her surrogate to gauge public reaction to
naked servitude beyond DDE's walls.  It was a fishing expedition with me as
the bait.

   We entered the stairwell now and climbed to the entrance to the first
floor of the north wing.  "Are you ready?" Anna asked.  When I nodded in
the affirmative she said, "I think you should stay a step behind me here,
like we were told."

   "Yes ma'am," I responded.  Anna opened the door and I followed her
through it.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 38b

   The north wing of the DDE complex was the home of the company's game and
film production departments, which were the company's big moneymakers.  In
other words it was where the bulk of the real work took place.  The
environment here was also far more casual than in the tower or the south
wing and the standard work uniform here was blue jeans, sneakers, and
untucked t-shirts.  It was also a generally younger crowd with many of the
employees in their twenties, making this the area most likely to embrace
the concept of nude mailgirls.  My walk through the building confirmed
that. 

   The ground floor of the north wing consisted mainly of production and
administrative offices and wasn't as open as the floors above, but the
corridor leading to the employee entrance was a busy one.  Most of the
employees here were getting their first look at a nude mailgirl and hoots,
whistles, and applause greeted me as I walked behind Anna.  Feelings of
arousal were stirring again as dozens of eyes gawked at me.  Several people
asked if they could pose with me for pictures but Anna rejected them saying
that she didn't think it was allowed.  I remained quiet, walking
submissively behind her with my eyes lowered. 

   We finally reached the lobby for the employee entrance and Anna flashed
her employee badge at the male African-American security guard manning the
desk.  He did a double take when he saw the nude picture on Anna's ID, then
he turned his attention to me.  "Is she going outside like that?" he asked.

   "Yes.  I'm supposed to escort her in and out each day and she'll be
naked.  Did anyone tell you about that?"

   "I heard something about it but I didn't know she'd be buckass naked. 
Damn!" he said with a broad smile and a shake of his head.

   "Is that going to be okay?" Anna asked.

   "Oh, hell yeah," he laughed.  "No problem at all!" He jumped from his
seat and walked to the glass double doors and opened one for us.  "Have a
nice day ladies," he said as we stepped outside.

   Despite everything that had happened today it was still only about four
in the afternoon so the employee parking lot was still full.  It was a warm
summer day and a gentle breeze caressed my bare skin as we began our walk
toward Jefferson Avenue, the busy street that ran past the north side of
DDE property.  The parking lot pavement was warm, but thankfully not too
hot beneath my bare feet. 

   "Are you okay, Danica?" Anna asked.

   "Yes ma'am," I replied, although that wasn't entirely true.  My anxiety
had increased a hundredfold the moment I'd stepped outside the doors of the
building.  Inside the complex at least I knew that my nudity was sanctioned
and the employees were aware of the reason for it.  Out here that wasn't
the case.  This truly was virgin territory.

   Rush hour was just beginning to ramp up on Jefferson as we reached the
sidewalk that ran parallel to it and I was startled by a horn blast from a
passing car.  I can't believe I'm doing this, I thought to myself.  It was
far from the first time I'd had that thought over the past few months, but
Barbara seemed to be able to continuously push my boundaries and make those
previous experiences seem relatively tame by comparison.  I knew this was
another step in her plan to turn me into her nude slave, and yet another
step for me away from who I used to be.

   I followed behind Anna as we made our way west toward the crosswalk that
would lead us to the condo.  This wasn't really a pedestrian area so we
were the only ones on the sidewalk, but cars continued to rush by going
both ways and I could only imagine what their occupants must have thought
when they saw me.  On my left we were walking back past DDE's north wing
toward the tower, and on the other side of the street was the gated south
boundary to our condo complex.  There was no entrance on that side, though,
so we'd have to walk down to the crosswalk, cross Jefferson, and then walk
another block to the gated entrance to the condos.

   I placed one bare foot in front of the other and as I looked down I
could see my nipples had grown rock hard.  They were normally perpetually
erect anyway in the air conditioned office building, but the combination of
the breeze and my growing arousal were having an even greater effect on
them.  As we neared the crosswalk I looked up and saw an elderly gentleman
standing there waiting for the signal to change and watching my approach
with keen interest.  Probably a resident from the area out for a stroll, I
thought. 

   When we joined him he turned and looked me over from head to toe.  "Out
getting a little afternoon sun today?" he said to me with a chuckle.

   "Yes, she is," Anna replied before I could respond.  I remained a step
behind her with my eyes lowered.

   "Does she speak?" he asked. 

   "Only when I allow it," Anna said.

   "Ah," he replied and I couldn't tell if he was amused or shocked by
that. He didn't say anything more, though, and when the light changed we
crossed together as the drivers in the cars waiting at the light got an
eyeful of me.  On the other side the man turned right as Anna and I
continued forward.  When he was out of earshot Anna started laughing. 
"Only when I allow it!" she said loudly, repeating what she'd told the man.
"God you should have seen his face when I said that.  I thought his eyes
would come right out of his head!"

   "Yes ma'am," I replied.  To Anna this was all just one big exciting
game. I suppose it was a game to me as well as I continued playing my role
as Anna's slave, but one with much higher stakes.

   We continued walking until we reached the entrance gates to the condo
complex.  There was no guard shack here but entrance required a key card
and Anna used hers to open the pedestrian gate.  This was the first time
I'd been outside in this area naked, but it was quiet right now with most
of the residents at work across the street.  I breathed a sigh of relief
after we climbed the steps to the entrance to Barbara's condo and Anna
opened the door.  My god what a day this had been!

   After we were inside Anna turned to me and planted a wet kiss on my
lips. "Oh my god, Danica, that was so exciting!  And just think, we get to
do that every day!"

   Every day.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 39

   THE MORNING AFTER

   I awoke early the next morning before the alarm and stared at the
ceiling fan turning slowly above my bed.  Images from yesterday kept
playing in my head like a highlight reel from Danica's Craziest Day Ever.
Between being a naked stage prop, the humiliating return to Marketing, my
confrontation with Stephanie, Barbara's quid pro quo, and my nude walk
home, my emotions felt like they'd been taken for a dizzying ride on a
Tilt-A-Whirl. 

   But with everything that had happened yesterday my thoughts kept
returning to the moment when Barbara leaned in and gave me that long, slow,
wet kiss.  How was it possible that the person responsible for putting me
through all of that could make me want her so badly?  Maybe the whole point
of having me run that gauntlet yesterday was to allow her to toss me a
lifeline in the form of a glass of wine, honest conversation, and a kiss.
By stacking one humiliation on top of another she was psychologically
tearing me down in order to turn a cell that was nothing more than tape on
the floor into an inescapable prison with her serving as both my captor and
savior.  I knew that it was a total mind f*ck but I was afraid it was
working.

   Anna continued sleeping next to me and the warmth of her body and the
rhythmic sound of her breathing made me feel even guiltier about my desire
for Barbara.  Last night I'd told Anna about everything except my
conversation with Barbara and the kiss.  I couldn't.  It's not just that I
was afraid that confessing my feelings for Barbara would hurt Anna, I also
didn't want to reveal her plans for me.  For some reason I felt like this
should remain a secret between just the two of us.  Perhaps a part of me
wanted to see how all of this would eventually play out and telling Anna
might alter things.

   The sound of the alarm jolted me out of my thoughts and I reached over
to shut it off.  "Hey," Anna said sleepily as she laid her head on my
chest.

   "Hey," I repeated back to her as I kissed her forehead and began
stroking her hair.  We laid together like that for several minutes before
we reluctantly got out of bed to get ready for work.

   Preparing for work is a breeze for a mailgirl.  In my case all I had to
do was go to the bathroom, brush my teeth, run a brush through my hair and
I was ready to go.  Showering, shaving, and applying makeup would all take
place at work.  Anna had the additional step of putting on her dress and
sandals.  We each had a quick bowl of cereal, a banana, and a glass of
juice then headed out the door.

   If anything, the nude walk to DDE headquarters was even more
embarrassing than the one coming home last night.  This time there were
other people from the condos also making the short walk to work so we
weren't alone on the sidewalk.  I followed a step behind Anna with my eyes
lowered continuing to play my submissive role.  Anna was also playing her
role and when a man asked why I was nude she told him, "Because she's my
slave girl and I won't let her wear any clothes."

   Since winning her independence from her dominating mother Anna was
having the time of her life.  She loved being a mailgirl, loved the nudity,
loved the condo, and loved being with me.  Life was an exciting adventure
for her and after being sheltered for so long by her mother she was eager
to explore every aspect of it.  Playing the role of my master was great fun
as far as she was concerned even if it was only for the few minutes it took
to walk to and from work.  Inside the condo last night we'd both dropped
the role playing and went back to just being Danica and Anna.

   Other DDE employees were also arriving to work as we entered at the main
employee entrance.  Anna flashed her ID badge at the wide eyed security
guard, a different one than the guy on duty last night.  I spotted Donna
Haverly across the lobby as she was scurrying towards us.

   "Nine, you need to follow me," Donna said brusquely.  "One, you can head
to the tower and start your normal mailgirl shift." She didn't say what
this was about but I assumed it had something to do with the new mailgirls
locker room, the latest humiliation that Barbara had lined up for me today.
A knot began to grow in my stomach.

   Donna led me to one of the elevators where other employees were also
waiting.  When the door opened and they entered, I hesitated.  "Get in,
Nine," Donna ordered.  "There's no damn way I'm climbing five flights of
stairs." I entered the crowded elevator.

   No one said anything as the elevator began to climb, but a couple of
women began snickering and I could sense eyes roaming over my body.  The
elevator stopped on each floor to let people off.  By the time we reached
the fifth floor there was only one other guy left and he exited in front of
us and disappeared into a nearby office. 

   I followed Donna past the main entrance to the large room where the game
"Gangsta," was produced until we reached a door leading into a service
corridor.  We walked to the end of the empty corridor and then entered
another door.  Inside it I found myself in the new mailgirls locker room.

   This is huge, I thought to myself as I looked around.  Obviously it was
much larger than our little makeshift locker room in the tower, but it was
also larger than even Hiromoto's locker room in Tokyo.  This side of the
room held six enclosed toilet stalls, a row of thirty lockers with a bench
in front, and a long counter on the wall opposite the lockers with multiple
sinks for washing up and applying makeup.  On the other end of the room
were wall shelves holding dozens of clean, folded white towels and a shower
area featuring a dozen shower heads.  The feature that really captured my
eye, though, was the mirror.  It ran nearly the full length of the room and
provided a full view of the lockers, sinks, and showers.  I assumed it was
a two way mirror and wondered if there were already people on the other
side staring in.

   Donna was winded from just the walk here so the heavyset woman plopped
herself down on the locker bench, took out her smart phone and began
scrolling through it.  I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do so I asked,
"Is there something I should be doing, ma'am?"

   "Not yet," she replied.  "We've got a few minutes to kill before the
ceremony." Donna had the deep, raspy voice of a long-time smoker and to
confirm that suspicion she reached into her jacket pocket, pulled out a
stick of nicotine gum, unwrapped it and popped it into her mouth.  Then she
crumpled up the wrapper and tossed it towards a trash can, missing it by a
mile.  She was either trying to quit smoking or just trying to make it
through the day in DDE's non-smoking environment until she could light one
up. 

   "The ceremony, ma'am?" I asked,

   "Barbara's going to say a few words, then they're going to pull the tarp
off the wall so the Gangsta employees can see in.  Then you do your thing."

   "My thing, ma'am?"

   "Jump in the shower, shave, do whatever else you do to get ready for
your shift.  Put on a little show."

   This was going to be awful.  "I don't have my stuff with me here,
ma'am."

   "They're in your locker."

   The lockers were numbered from one to thirty so I walked down to locker
#9 and opened it.  Inside I found my shower kit, makeup kit, the MMU that
would be strapped to my arm, and a black felt tip pen.  I closed the locker
and took a deep breath to try to calm myself.  "May I take a seat on the
bench while we wait, ma'am?" 

   "I don't give a shit," Donna replied, her face still buried in her
phone. The woman was a real charmer.

   I sat down, closed my eyes and tried to take my mind off of what lay
ahead of me.  I decided to try to figure out why Barbara had hired Donna to
help her manage the Mailgirls program.  In the short time I'd been around
her I could tell she was obviously no ideological warrior intent on helping
Barbara achieve her dream of societal change.  Maybe that's exactly why she
was hired.  Someone like that might question or even challenge Barbara's
methods in achieving her goals.  Donna was just here for a paycheck.  She
was a foot soldier who would do whatever the hell Barbara told her to do.
And Donna's looks and gruff demeanor insured that Barbara would remain the
face, voice, and brains behind the Mailgirls program at DDE.

   I felt pleased by that analysis and thought it helped me gain a little
more insight into Barbara's thinking.  I was no Psych major but I'd decided
that it would be useful to try to figure out what made her tick and see if
I could find a way to use it to my advantage.

   My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Donna's phone ringing. 
"Yeah.  Yeah.  Okay." That was all she said before hanging up.  "Barbara's
outside now getting ready to say a few words.  When she's done they'll pull
the tarp off the wall outside and you can start.  I'll let you know when
that happens." She stood up now and walked back toward the door we'd
entered from.  "Come over here," she said.  "Get out of sight of the mirror
until it's time."

   I walked over toward Donna, my anxiety rising with each step.  Barbara
was hitting me with humiliations in waves now and I wondered if she would
follow this with some more wine and conversation in her office at the end
of the day to help soothe my nerves and bond us together.  Or she could
just as easily gag me, whip me, and throw me into her closet.  Who could
predict with her?

   Through the wall now I could hear Barbara's muffled voice speaking along
with the sounds of laughter and cheering by the crowd gathered there.  I
couldn't quite make out what she was saying but I'm sure it was some
inspirational speech about how the Gangsta team had earned their very own
Mailgirls locker room to gawk into and watch women undressing and
showering. Just a little reward for turning out a game that was a massive
international hit.

   Finally there was a loud cheer and moments later Donna's phone buzzed.
She looked at it, then turned to me.

   "That's it," she said.  "You're on.  It's showtime."



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 39b

   I froze, unable to move.  I was being asked to take a shower and shave
my most intimate area in front of my fellow DDE employees and I didn't know
if I could do it.  How many people were out there watching behind that
mirror?  A couple of dozen?  A couple of hundred?  I had no idea.  What
finally got me moving was Donna's hand on the small of my back and a shove.

   I stumbled out in front of the mirror and as I walked tentatively toward
my locker I could hear the muffled sound of whistles and cheering on the
other side of it.  I opened the locker and stared into it, then closed my
eyes and took a couple of deep breaths to calm down.  This isn't real, I
told myself.  You're just an actress playing the role of Mailgirl Nine. 
This isn't really you doing this so just play the part as it's been written
for you.  I wish I could say this worked and that I disappeared into the
role, but as I retrieved my shower items and closed the locker I knew that
it hadn't.  I was still me and this all still seemed very, very real.

   In the shower as I adjusted the water temperature and prepared to step
in, a thought occurred to me that finally did help, though.  It was
something that Barbara told me yesterday.  Someday time will erase
everything that happens here today, so why live life in half measures?  For
the first time I think I really understood what she was saying.  This was
going to happen right now regardless of whether I did it full of angst and
embarrassment or simply allowed myself to live for the moment and enjoy
something I'd never forget.  Either way time would eventually bury this
place beneath the barren sands so why not surrender myself to whatever
emotions flowed naturally through me without assigning guilt or shame to
them?  If I'm really a submissive and an exhibitionist then why not revel
in that instead of constantly fighting to suppress feelings that could give
me pleasure? 

   The moment I gave myself permission to be who I am my anxiety melted
away.  If they want a show then, f*ck it, I'll give them a show.

   I stepped beneath the shower stream and felt the warm water cascade over
me.  I poured shampoo into my palm and worked it into my hair, then took a
step toward the mirror, closed my eyes and slowly massaged it deep into my
scalp with both hands.  After my hair was saturated with the shampoo I
turned around, lowered my head beneath the water, placed both hands against
the wall and bent forward to let the suds stream down my back and swirl
down the drain beneath my feet.

   Next I poured body soap into my palms and began rubbing it into my skin.
I lingered for awhile on my breasts, kneading them, lifting them up beneath
each hand, teasing each nipple between my thumb and forefinger.  I worked
the soap into every crack and crevice, turning slowly to allow my audience
to view my wet, soapy body from every angle.  By surrendering myself
completely to the moment my shower had become a very sensual experience for
me and I allowed my arousal to grow without attempting to suppress it.

   Next came the part of my daily shower ritual I'd been dreading most, but
I wouldn't allow even this to make me feel shame.  There was no place to
sit in the shower other than the floor so I squatted down, spread my legs,
and leaned back against the wall.  My vagina was in full view of the mirror
now as I applied the shaving cream and picked up the razor.  Slowly,
carefully I shaved around the vulva.  When I'd finished I rinsed off the
remaining shaving cream, then picked up another bottle and drizzled baby
oil over my pubic area.

   I rubbed the oil into the skin and my body jerked as my fingers brushed
over my clit.  I let out a moan when it happened a second time.  I allowed
this to happen several more times and briefly considered masturbating to an
orgasm right there in front of my audience but I wasn't ready for that. 
Not yet.

   When I'd finished I stood up, rinsed my body one final time and turned
off the water.  As I stepped out of the shower I could see Donna on the
other side of the room staring at me wide-eyed and slack-jawed and I had to
suppress a smile.  Then I turned to look at myself in the mirror.  The
image looking back at me was of a stunningly beautiful nude woman radiating
sexuality.  It was the same image I knew the people on the other side were
seeing.  It's what I wanted them to see.  I wanted them to see everything.

   I continued my show.  I toweled myself off, then blow dried and brushed
my hair and applied my makeup.  I did this in the sink area right in front
of the mirror giving my audience an intimate and close up view.  When I'd
finished I looked directly into the mirror and smiled, then turned and
walked away. 

   "Can you apply the numbers for me, ma'am?" I asked Donna.

   "Um, yeah," she replied still looking dumbfounded at what she'd just
seen.  Before she could move, though, the door opened and Barbara entered
the room. 

   "You can head back to the tower, Donna," she said to her.  "I'll take
over." Donna left the room without a word leaving Barbara and I alone
together and I wondered if I was in trouble.  One look into her face
revealed the answer.  She was ecstatic.

   Barbara smiled and shook her head.  "You know I was foolish to think I
could ever reduce you to being just another mailgirl.  No matter what
number I assign you or what I say or do you'll always be a star.  You're my
star."

   I smiled, then lowered my eyes humbly to the floor.  "Thank you, ma'am."

   "Follow me, Nine," Barbara ordered returning to her businesslike
demeanor.  She walked past me and I fell in behind her.  We walked past the
shower area, then through a second exit door that led directly into the
large room where Gangsta was produced.  As we entered the room I was able
to glance into the window to the locker room confirming what I already
knew. Everything in the room, including the shower area, could be easily
seen from this side. 

   My audience had returned to their desks and cubicles after my show had
ended, but as Barbara led me through the middle of the room all eyes were
drawn to me once again.  I'd been here before in my earlier role with the
company, but never like this.  I was completely naked without even numbers
on my skin or an MMU strapped to my arm.  This room had produced hundreds
of millions of dollars for DumpsterDawg Enterprises over the years and now
I was their reward.

   As I followed one step behind Barbara with my eyes lowered I was
reminded of what she'd told me her endgame was for me.  It no longer seemed
far fetched at all.  She was showing me off right now to all of these
people as her nude submissive, and if she could make this moment happen was
it really that crazy to believe that she couldn't also make it happen in
the world out beyond these walls?  And as I followed her I realized that I
wanted it to happen.  The months of public nudity, the whipping, the wave
after wave of humiliations over the past two days, and the brief moments of
kindness and honesty she'd shown me had all worked together to wear down my
defenses.  I knew now that I wanted the future that she was offering me.  I
wanted to be hers, for her to possess me. 

   Barbara continued to lead me through the large open room until we
reached the door to an office on the other side.  She opened the door and
turned to me.

   "There are a couple of gentlemen in here who would like to talk to you.
They want to put you into the game."



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 40

   REN AND STIMPY

   "She's all yours," Barbara said to the two men in the cluttered office.
Then she stepped out and closed the door behind her leaving me alone with
them.  They both stared at me in wide-eyed wonder like children seeing a
leprechaun riding a unicorn.  Finally one of them jumped up and offered me
a chair to sit in.

   "I'm afraid I'm not allowed to sit on office furniture, sir," I replied.
"I can kneel on the floor if you like."

   "Um, yeah.  Sure.  That'd be cool." The man speaking to me was a large,
thick man with a mop of untamed brown hair on his head and a thick,
scraggly beard.  He wore olive colored cargo pants, an untucked Aloha
shirt, and ankle high leather boots.  The other man was thin and wiry with
matching dark brown stubble on both his head and face.  He wore blue jeans,
white sneakers, and an untucked faded polo shirt.  I assumed they were both
managers of some sort even though neither one of them dressed even remotely
like any of the managers in the tower.  The running joke in marketing when
I'd worked there was that you could tell who the managers were in the north
wing because they had mustard stains on collared shirts instead of
t-shirts. 

   I found a spot in the middle of the office and kneeled down as both men
continued to gape at me.  "Holy shit!" the large man laughed.  "Never in my
wildest dreams did I ever imagine I'd have a smoking hot naked woman
kneeling on my floor!"

   "That's been in pretty much all of my wildest dreams," the thin man
replied.

   They both continued to stare for a few moments before the large man
snapped out of it.  "I'm sorry, my name is Stan and this is Len," he said
pointing to the thin man.  "We're both Production managers for 'Gangsta.'
Everyone calls us Ren and Stimpy, though." He paused for a moment as if
expecting a reaction from me.  When I didn't respond he added, "You know,
like the cartoon characters."

   I shook my head.  "I'm afraid I'm not familiar with them, sir." His face
fell slightly when I didn't recognize his cultural reference.

   "Um, that's cool.  You can call me Stimpy and him Ren, though, if you
want."

   "I'm only allowed to refer to each of you as 'sir.'"

   "Yeah, weren't you paying any attention at the meeting yesterday,
dumbass?" the skinny guy called Ren said. 

   "Dude, I didn't hear a single thing Barbara Anderson said after this
girl got up on the stage."

   "We're supposed to call her 'Nine.' I can't believe Barbara finally let
us have her."

   "Yeah, we have to call her by a number," Stimpy said.  "That's some
crazy shit." Then he turned his attention back to me.  "Barbara came to us
a few months ago to see if we could do something with mailgirls in the game
but we weren't really that interested.  I mean the nudity thing is awesome
but there's not a lot of game play in delivering mail.  Maybe we can throw
in a few obstacles to dodge and avoid guys trying to grab your ass as you
try to meet your deadline, but that's about it."

   "Plus we'd have to design it so the player could control you with just
one hand," Ren added,

   "Dude, I cannot believe you freaking said that out loud," Stimpy said.

   "Not much point in a mailgirls mission unless you can get a good wank in
as a bonus."

   "You're so freaking vulgar, dude.  Anyway I wasn't really interested in
doing it until a couple of weeks later I had to attend a meeting in the
tower and I saw you go by naked carrying a package.  I thought to myself,
dude you've got to put that girl into the game.  She's freaking awesome!"

   "Yeah, he showed me a picture of you and I said we'd do it but only if
we could use you as the model for the character," Ren said.  "Barbara kept
turning us down, though.  Said we had to use an actress and that you were
only allowed to be a mailgirl."

   "Yeah, but for some reason Barbara changed her mind today while you were
taking your shower," Stimpy said.  "By the way that was
un-freaking-believable.  If we get to see that every day I'll never ever
quit my job.  Anyway, during your shower Barbara came up to us and said
that if we still wanted you in the game we could have you."

   I thought about what Barbara had said to me after the shower about how
no matter what she did I was going to be a star and I wondered if something
had changed.  Her original plan was to keep me as a lowly anonymous
mailgirl but maybe now she'd decided it would be better to humiliate me in
front of the whole world.  Who the hell could ever know what was going on
in her mind?

   "We're in the middle of working on an expansion pack for Gangsta 4 and
it's too late now to do anything but put in a simple mailgirl side
mission," Stimpy continued.  "I doubt we could do much more than have your
character deliver packages on a timer.  We might be able to expand on that
down the road in the second expansion pack."

   "Maybe we could make her a mailgirl by day and an assassin by night,"
Ren said.  "A naked ninja assassin."

   "A naked ninja?  Dude do you know anything about ninjas?  Ninjas are all
about stealth.  Is there anything more unstealthy than a hot naked woman?
If you put Nine here in a room with a hundred people your eyes are going to
be drawn to her immediately.  Who the hell is she going to sneak up on?"

   "Yeah, that's a good point.  Maybe she could be an assassin's partner.
While everyone is looking at her the assassin could slip a knife into the
back of his victim."

   "Yeah, that might work.  At least it's not as completely idiotic as your
first suggestion.  That's already kinda been done though in 'The Whole Nine
Yards' with Bruce Willis and Amanda Peet." 

   I have to admit it was hilarious listening to these two interact with
each other and I had to stifle a laugh several times.  Even though they
were berating each other I got the feeling that they were good friends and
did this to each other all the time.  It was definitely a looser
environment here in the north wing than it was in the tower.

   "So what are we going to do with her today?" Ren asked Stimpy.

   "We'll at least get some pictures taken of her and some mo-capping
done."

   "She won't be able to wear the mo-cap suit."

   "We'll use organic motion."

   "Is the room free?"

   "Yeah, I checked."

   I had no idea what they were talking about until Stimpy turned to me and
explained.  "Normally we'd put you in a motion capture suit with markers on
it to render your movements to use in the game.  Barbara said you're
permanently banned from ever wearing clothes here though which, by the way,
I think is freaking awesome.  So anyway we've been developing new
technology that allows us to capture motion without the suit and we're
going to do that today."

   "Yes sir," I replied.

   "So all we're going to do is a Mailgirls side mission where Nine
delivers packages in the Hiromoto building against a deadline?" Ren asked.

   'Yeah, what the hell else do we have time to do?  That will at least get
her into the game and then we'll see what the modders do with her."

   I understood what Stimpy meant by "modders." There were whole
communities of gamers who would modify the software of games to add new and
often creative elements to gameplay.  I was confused by Ren's reference,
though.  "The Hiromoto building, sir?" I asked. 

   "Yeah, in the new DLC we're adding more strategy elements to give the
player a chance to become the ultimate crime boss of the city," Ren
replied. "He or she will end up on the top floor of a building we're
modeling after the Hiromoto building in Tokyo."

   'Yeah, we chose that building even before we knew DDE was going into
business with them with this Mailgirls thing," Stimpy added.  "Old man
Hiromoto is yakuza, which is kind of like a Japanese mafia member, so we
immediately thought of the Hiromoto building in deciding what to model our
crime building after.  Hiromoto Industries is mostly legit now but he
started it as a money laundering front.  Hiromoto is one dude you
definitely don't want to mess with.  He's got a few skeletons in his closet
and I mean that literally."

   I could never forget my own encounter with the man in Tokyo when he'd
whipped Mariko in front of me.  Despite his age and short, thin build,
Hiromoto had exuded control and power.  I read afterwards that many yakuza
have tattoos covering their entire body and I wondered if he was covered
with them beneath that meticulous business suit he wore.  Is that why he
banned tattoos on mailgirls, because he felt they weren't worthy of them?

   I also thought about how Barbara told me she was bypassing Mariko and
communicating directly with Hiromoto in establishing their Mailgirls
partnership.  Did she know who she was really dealing with?  Of course she
did.  She's too smart to have not done her research.  Barbara does nothing
with blinders on.

   "So anyway as much as I'd love to escort this naked hottie around the
building to get things rolling I'm afraid that we're too busy right now,"
Stimpy said, interrupting my thoughts.

   "I'm not.  What could be more important than a Mailgirls mini-game?" Ren
replied sarcastically. 

   "Oh, I don't know, how about meeting the deadline in getting this
f*cking expansion out and not losing our jobs?  Let's get Lin to take her
down to the second floor."

   "Lin?  Why in the hell would we have Lin...." Ren paused before he could
finish as if it suddenly struck him what Stimpy was saying.  "Yeah, Lin can
do it.  She'd be perfect."

   Several minutes later the door opened and I heard someone walk in.  I
had my back to the door and was unable to see the person but I heard a
female voice say, "You guys wanted to see me?"

   "Yeah Lin," Stimpy said, "Mailgirl Nine here has appointments on the
second floor to get pictures and mo-capping done.  Take her to Photography
first and then Organic Movement."

   "Why do you want me to do it?" Lin asked.  "I don't know anything about
that stuff and I have my own work to do."

   "Because I'm asking you to do it, Lin.  You've been complaining that you
want to get more involved in game production so I'm giving you the chance.
I've called down with instructions on what I need done so they'll know what
to do.  Just stay with her until everything is done and give me a call if
there are any questions."

   "Alright, whatever.  But I know what you're doing, Stimpy."



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 41

   LIN

   I rose to my feet, turned around and looked into the face of a beautiful
Asian woman in her early twenties.  Lin had lovely brown eyes, manicured
eyebrows, and perfectly coiffed dark brown hair that framed a very pretty
oval face.  Unlike many of the others I'd seen on this floor she also
seemed to have something of a fashion sense.  She wore a black blouse
unbuttoned just far enough to provide a hint of cleavage, a pair of tight
skinny jeans, and on her feet were leather dress sandals with four inch
heels.  Her makeup was lightly but skillfully applied and her earrings,
necklace, and bracelets all fit in perfectly with her casually fashionable
attire.  Lin was clearly someone who put some thought into her attire each
morning and I guessed she was a receptionist or secretary of some kind. 

   Lin looked me over for a moment then turned toward the door.  "Follow me
Mailgirl Nine."

   For the second time that morning I found myself walking naked through
the large Gangsta production room submissively following one step behind
another woman.  We weren't more than a few steps out of the office before
Lin started talking. 

   "I know why those two assigned me to babysit you today," she said
without turning around as we continued to walk.  "Ever since the meeting
they went to yesterday Stimpy has been putting a full court press on me to
become a mailgirl.  He's such a perv.  I heard he'd get some kind of bonus
for it.  Is that true?"

   "Yes, ma'am.  Ten thousand dollars."

   "Ha!  And he was telling me what a great opportunity this is for me with
all the money I'd make when all he wants to do is get his own grubby hands
on money himself.  Plus he'd get to see me naked which I know he's been
fantasizing about ever since he hired me.  The crazy thing is I'm actually
considering it."

   "You are, ma'am?"

   "Sure.  I could definitely use the money.  It's not like this job is
paying me anything."

   "May I ask what you do now, ma'am?"

   "Technically I'm Stimpy's assistant but really I'm just the department
gopher.  I run around doing errands, delivering items, and picking up
sandwiches for Ren and Stimpy and their cohorts.  So I've basically been a
mailgirl for almost two years, I've just been doing it with my clothes on.
I might as well take them off and make a lot more money doing the same
thing."

   "Ma'am, you know you'd have to shower and shave in front of all your
co-workers, right?" 

   "Yeah, I saw your little show this morning.  That would be weird shaving
my pussy every day in front of these creeps, no doubt.  That would take
some getting used to.  And my mom would kill me.  The nudity wouldn't
bother me, though.  I love being naked.  And it's not like most of the guys
don't already spend half the day imagining what I look like naked
anyway." 

   As we continued walking Lin kept up her monologue.  "I'm just so damn
sick of my job.  I have my degree in computer game design but since DDE
doesn't hire programmers without experience I took a job as Stimpy's
assistant to get my foot in the door.  He promised me that after a year
he'd consider me for a programming job and that was almost two years ago."

   "Why won't he consider you, ma'am?"

   "Because he's sexist just like most of the management in this building.
I guess they figure having nice tits gets in the way of being able to write
code.  Ninety percent of the programmers and designers here are men and the
women they do hire are usually dykes with purple hair, tatts, and piercings
all over their bodies.  A well-groomed woman who takes a shower every day
doesn't fit their image."

   "And you think running around naked in front of them for the next two
years would make them any less sexist, ma'am?"

   "No.  I just want a job doing what I was trained to do.  If that takes
being a mailgirl for two years I'd do it as long as they guaranteed in
writing that I'd get a programming job after my contract is up.  Do you
think they'd do that?"

   "I don't know, ma'am.  Maybe.  But would you really want to work with
people who've all seen you running around naked?"

   "I don't give a shit about that.  Hell, I'd work naked right now as a
programmer if that's what it takes."

   By the time we reached the elevator and Lin pushed the down button I'd
already learned a lot about her.  What I'd learned first and foremost was
that she was a chatterbox with absolutely no filter between her brain and
her mouth.  The whole time she'd been bitching about her job, her boss, her
co-workers, the company's sexism, and shaving her pussy in front of "these
creeps" we'd been walking through the floor in clear earshot of many of her
co-workers.  She seemed to have no inhibitions about nudity and even less
about expressing her opinions.  The first would make her an ideal mailgirl
while the second could get her into a lot of trouble.  If Barbara got
annoyed by Kelly's bitching and insolence then Lin had the potential to be
Kelly times ten. 

   Another initial impression I had of Lin was that I liked her.  She was
one of the few people I'd met here lately who wasn't either leering at me
or treating me condescendingly.  She spoke to me like I was a real person
rather than a mindless bimbo or a f*ck toy.  I decided I'd make sure she
understood what she was getting into if she really wanted to become a
mailgirl.

   Lin kept talking on the elevator trip down to the second floor and all
the way to the Photography department.  I learned that she was of
Vietnamese descent and her grandfather had been a high ranking government
official who had barely escaped with his family during the fall of Saigon.
She'd been born and raised in this country and was fully Americanized to
the consternation of her parents who tended to be more traditional.  She
was also a hard core gamer who loved to smoke weed while playing an online
game called Dota 2, which I'd never heard of, and was part of the modding
community.  In her spare time she'd helped write several popular mods for
Gangsta and other games.  Not being a gamer or programmer myself some of
what she told me went right over my head.  What little I did know about
those things came from what I'd learned in helping to market DDE's games.

   A wide-eyed receptionist stared at me as we entered the Photography
department.  "Nine here has an appointment to get some pictures taken," Lin
said to her.

   "Why is she nude?" the receptionist asked.

   "She's a mailgirl.  She's supposed to have an appointment that was made
for her by Gangsta."

   "And her name is Nine?" the woman asked incredulously. 

   "I've got this Dana," a man said as he emerged from the corridor behind
the receptionist desk.  "Come," he said pointing to me.  "You can wait out
here," he told Lin. 

   I followed him down the corridor and into a studio toward the end of the
hall.  It was a relatively small studio without any furniture and the walls
were all covered in white panel.  "My name's Dave," he said to me.  He was
a middle aged man with graying hair and a no-nonsense professional
attitude. "Have you ever done any professional modeling?"

   "No sir," I replied.  Many people had asked me that over the years.  I'd
had offers to do it, and had even had photographers hand me their card out
on the street but I'd always been so focused on my degree and career that
I'd never done it. 

   "That's surprising based on your looks, but that's probably a good
thing. I don't need you striking any professional poses or sexy looks.  We
just need photos of your face and body.  The animators will use software to
manipulate your expressions in the game so try to maintain a neutral
expression.  I'm afraid I'm going to have to put you into some embarrassing
positions but I need to get shots of everything."

   "Yes sir," I replied, a little unnerved by the thought of exposing
"everything" to his camera.

   Dave placed me in the center of the empty studio and began taking
photographs of me from every angle.  Lots of people had snapped photos of
me as a mailgirl with their cellphones but exposing myself like this to a
professional photographer felt different.  I knew these photos would
capture every feature, flaw, and nuance of my body in high definition. 

   After taking many photos with me just standing with my arms at my sides
he had me get into different mailgirls positions for more pictures.  First
was the standing position with my arms behind my back and my feet spread.
Next came the inspection position as I put my hands behind my head and
raised up on my toes.  Finally came the kneeling position. 

   When he'd finished with these Dave said, "Okay now we're going to have
to do some of the more embarrassing positions.  I need you to sit down and
spread your legs."

   "Yes sir." Once again I was DDE's naked little puppet to be manipulated
in any way the company chose.  The photographer got down on his knees and
began taking close up pictures of my shaved pussy and I felt a combination
of shame and arousal rushing through my body.  The confidence I'd managed
to talk myself into during my shower had disappeared again and I felt
helplessly exposed.  After he was done there he ordered me onto my knees
with my legs spread and my head down and began taking pictures of me from
behind.  Are they really going to put that into the game, I wondered, or
are these most intimate and humiliating pictures just intended for this
guy's personal collection?  Although Dave hadn't been anything but
professional so far he was starting to give me the creeps.

   After finishing photographing my pussy from every possible angle Dave
stood up and began placing his camera into his bag.  I got back up on my
feet anticipating that we were done.  "Would you like a break?" he asked
me.

   "Um, no sir.  I'm fine.  Is there more?"

   "Yes," he replied.  "Those shots were with a digital camera.  We need to
do another round with a 3D camera." I groaned inwardly as I heard this. 
And then we repeated everything a second time.

   I'd been in the studio for about an hour when I finally emerged and
found Lin looking bored as she scrolled through her cellphone.  "Finally,"
she said as she saw me and jumped to her feet.  "Was that guy sketching you
freehand or something?  We've got to get to Organic Motion."

   Once again we walked down a busy corridor past the usual leering,
contemptuous, and astonished stares I'd grown used to over the past three
months.  "Well at least I know now what kind of reactions I'll be getting
if I become a mailgirl," Lin laughed.  After a quick restroom break we
reached the part of the building where the company's motion capturing
studios were located.  When we entered the office we were greeted by yet
another perturbed female receptionist.  This one didn't seem surprised by
my nudity, though.

   "You're late," she said.

   "The photographer took forever," Lin said.  "It's probably the first
time he's had the chance to do gyno shots of a gorgeous naked model so he
wanted to make it last.  We came straight here."

   The receptionist didn't respond but picked up the phone and spoke a few
words to someone on the other end.  A couple of minutes later a woman
entered.  "Hi, I'm Amelia," she said in a friendly manner.  "I take it
you're Nine?"

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "How did I guess," she laughed.  "Follow me."

   "Can I come, too?" Lin asked.

   "Why not?" Amelia replied.  She led the two of us back to a control
room. Inside was a good looking African-American man who broke out into a
broad grin when he saw me.  "This is Martin," Amelia said.  "He'll be our
tech for this session."

   "Hey," Martin said as he reached out to shake my hand.  I looked at it
awkwardly.

   "You're not supposed to touch the mailgirls," Lin said.

   "Ah, sorry," Martin said as he withdrew his hand and held both palms up
and outward in a sign of surrender.  "I guess I'm not up on my Mailgirls
etiquette yet."

   "That's okay sir," I told him, feeling like an untouchable.  Everything
in the Mailgirls world was designed to separate us from others, first by
Hiromoto and then by Barbara who seemed intent on pushing the concept to
even more extreme levels.

   So far Amelia and Martin seemed personable enough and I turned my
attention to a window that looked into what I assumed was the studio where
the motion capturing would be taking place.  It was a high ceilinged, white
paneled room with a green floor and looked similar to the photography
studio I'd just been in, but larger.  The two side walls had multiple
cameras at both floor level and approximately eye level.  Up above were
more cameras hanging from metal bars, and in front of the window there were
several metal stands holding even more cameras.  There were no cameras on
the rear wall which was used as the background. 

   "Why don't we give Nine a demonstration of what this will look like,
Martin?" Amelia said.  "Fire it up." Martin punched a few keys and a black
image of the white room appeared on a large monitor, kind of like a digital
version of a photographic negative.  Amelia entered a door into the studio
and appeared on the screen as a white stick figure with white dots at all
the major joints, on the top of her head, her hands, and on her spine.  She
turned to the camera and began waving her arms and jumping around and I
could see the stick figure on the screen moving in unison to her movements.

   "That's pretty cool," Lin said. 

   "Yeah," Martin replied.  "No mo-cap suit or markers.  Anyone can go in
there and we can capture their movements."

   "So it wouldn't matter if Nine was naked or clothed when she's in
there?"

   "Not a bit as far as capturing her movements," Martin said.  "It might
matter to the company, though.  We were told she's not allowed to wear
anything ever.  Not while on company property anyway."

   "Holy shit!" Lin laughed.  "What the hell did you do to piss them off,
Nine?"

   "It's a long story, ma'am," I said.  And getting longer all the time.

   Amelia emerged from the mo-cap room.  "Your turn," she said to me. 
"Just go in there and I'll tell you what to do."

   I walked into the room, turned to face the window and could see Amelia,
Martin, and Lin staring at me on the other side.  "Start out by going into
your standing position," Amelia said through a speaker.  She had me do this
a number of times from different angles.  Then she had me do the same for
both the inspection position and kneeling position.  After that she had me
walk around the room for awhile, then run around, back and forth. 

   "Okay, good," she said.  "Now we're just going to wing it since I don't
know exactly what movements they'll use in the game.  Do some dancing for
me."

   "What kind of dancing, ma'am?" I asked.

   "Various kinds.  Fast, slow, sexy.  Give me a variety." 

   I started moving to an imaginary beat, putting on a high tech peep show
for my audience.  The rhythmic movement felt good.  After so many weeks as
a mailgirl my body thrived on movement; movement and nudity had become its
natural state.  It suddenly struck me that if I was forced back into
wearing clothes and sitting in a cubicle all day it would feel like a cage
to me.  For all of the restrictions that Barbara had placed on my life, in
many ways it had also been liberating.  She'd forced me into a simpler,
more primitive state, freeing me from much of the minutiae and sensory
overload that threatened to swamp modern lives like waves crashing over the
bow of a tiny boat.  My life was relatively simple now.  I breathed, I
moved, I served, I obeyed.

   I danced.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 42

   LUNCH

   I found myself following Lin once again, this time to the company's
cafeteria in the south wing.  After finishing up after several hours in the
organic movement studio Lin had told me she was starved and suggested that
we get some lunch. 

   "I'm not sure I'm allowed in the cafeteria, ma'am," I told her.

   "I've been put in charge of you today and you're supposed to obey me as
a mailgirl, right?" Lin asked.

   "Yes ma'am."

   "Then let's go to the cafeteria.  You're just doing as you're told so
what can they say?"

   I couldn't argue with that and as we entered the cafeteria I heard
laughter and whistles from the crowd of employees dining there.  At one of
the tables I spotted a few of my old pals from marketing and I prayed they
would leave me alone.  They just stared at me silently, though, as I walked
past their table.  I'm sure they knew by now what had happened to Stephanie
so maybe they figured it would be best to keep their distance.

   I lowered my eyes and followed behind Lin toward the buffet tables. 
"Get whatever you want," she said.  "I'll pay for it since you obviously
aren't carrying any money on you."

   I made myself a salad from the salad bar and added a bowl of soup and
some tea, then fell in behind Lin as she walked with her tray toward the
cashier.  "She's not supposed to be in here," the cashier said to her as we
approached. 

   "She's doing work for Gangsta today and if you don't like her being here
then you can take it up with the production manager who put me in charge of
her," Lin responded defiantly. 

   The cashier glared at the two of us then rung up our food.  The Gangsta
production department carried a lot of weight at DDE so it wasn't
surprising to see her back off.  We made our way to an empty table that was
uncomfortably close to the marketing table and as Lin sat down a thought
suddenly occurred to me. 

   "Um, ma'am, I'm not allowed to sit on any company furniture."

   "What if I ordered you to do it?"

   "You could but I really think it would get both of us in trouble,
ma'am."

   "So what are you going to do?" Lin asked.  "We can't take the trays,
plates, and silverware out of here."

   There was only one thing I could do.  I knelt down beside the table and
placed the tray on the floor in front of me.  As I did this the sound of
laughter from all around me rang in my ears.  This may not be a downtown
restaurant but another aspect of Barbara's future for me was coming to life
as I was forced to kneel submissively on the floor as others dined at
tables around me. 

   "Wow," Lin said.  "Okay then."

   "Will Stephanie be joining you for lunch, Nine?" I heard Bill from
marketing say as the rest of the table broke into laughter.  "Or should I
call her Three?  She paid us a visit this morning in her new work uniform."

   A wave of guilt came over me about the role I'd played in forcing
Stephanie to become a mailgirl.  I knew exactly what she'd gone through
this morning as she'd faced her former co-workers and friends as a nude and
submissive inferior because I'd been through it myself yesterday.

   I tried to ignore what was going on around me as I picked at my meal but
kneeling naked like this on the floor made me feel like a dog eating beside
her master.  Whatever appetite I'd had before had vanished as humiliation
coursed through my body along with the arousal that inevitably accompanied
it.  My emotions had been on a rollercoaster ride over the past two days
and the ride didn't look like it would stop anytime soon.  That moment in
the shower this morning when I'd made peace with my circumstances and had
allowed myself to be who I am had only been fleeting.  Even just a little
while ago I'd been enjoying the freedom of my life as I danced nude in the
organic movement studio, but this latest jolt to my system suddenly had me
questioning my sanity in surrendering myself to forces that controlled
nearly every aspect of my life.

   Lin sensed my discomfort and quickly finished her meal.  She grabbed my
tray and put it on the table beside hers.  "C'mon, let's go."

   I stood up and followed her toward the exit.  As I left the room I heard
Bill shouting, "Bye bye, Nine!  We hate to see you go but we love to watch
you leave!"

   I followed behind Lin as she led me out of an exit door into the
courtyard in the middle of the DDE complex.  It was a beautiful sunny day
so there were quite a few employees eating bag lunches out here but Lin led
me to a remote spot away from everyone and plopped down on a patch of
grass. I kneeled down beside her.

   "Let's talk for a few minutes," she said to me.  "I have some things I
need to decide."

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "And cut the 'ma'am' bullshit.  Talk to me like a real person."

   "I'm not allowed, ma'am," I said.  I thought about poor Thomas from
Montserrat who'd gotten too friendly with me and had been fired by Barbara
as a result. 

   "There's no one near us that can hear what we're saying.  Please."

   I looked around to confirm what she was saying.  "Okay, Lin.  What do
you want to talk about?"

   "What's your real name?"

   "I'm Danica."

   "You used to work here as a regular employee, didn't you?  I remember
seeing you a couple of times when you wore clothes.  You're so beautiful
you're hard to miss."

   "Yes," I replied.  "I was in DDE's fast track management program
assigned to their marketing department."

   "Wow!  And you gave that up to become a mailgirl?"

   "It's a very long and complicated story, Lin."

   "Okay, you don't have to tell me about it if you don't want.  I want to
ask your advice, though.  Do you think I should become a mailgirl if I can
get them to promise me a programming job after my contract is up?"

   "No, I don't think you should do that, Lin.  If DDE won't give you a job
that your qualified for then you should leave and find a company that
will."

   "I had job offers as a programmer after I graduated but they were mostly
for companies making business applications or apps for cellphones and
tablets, shit like that.  I don't want to do that.  I'm a serious gamer and
DDE makes great games that are on the cutting edge.  This is where I want
to be, Danica.  I was hoping you could help me."

   "How can I help you?"

   "You know Barbara Anderson.  She's got the juice to make things happen
in this company and I was thinking maybe you could take me to her and talk
her into making a deal.  Two years as a mailgirl in exchange for a job as a
programmer afterwards."

   "Trust me, Lin, I don't talk Barbara into anything.  And after seeing
what I had to go through today do you really think you want any part of
that?"

   "I could do it, Danica, I know I could.  I don't think Stimpy has any
intention of ever giving me a job as a programmer so I have to find another
way.  And I don't just want to write code, someday I want to design games
and I can't do that until I get my foot in the door.  I look great naked
and that's really the only bargaining chip I have.  Please, Danica, you
have to help me."

   The desperation in her voice was getting to me.  Against my better
judgment I wanted to help her, but I also wanted to make damn sure she
understood what she was getting into.  "Lin, all that bitching you did
today on the Gangsta floor about your boss, your co-workers and the
company, you can't do that as a mailgirl.  Barbara isn't anything like
Stimpy.  If you do that as a mailgirl she'll crush you.  I mean it."

   "Okay," Lin replied.  "I can keep my mouth shut."

   "Can you?" I asked.  "Once you sign that contract there's no going back.
You'll be handing Barbara the power to destroy you financially if you try
to quit or refuse to conform to her demands.  You'll be considered an
inferior to every other employee in the company and will be required to be
submissive to them every second that you are on the job.  Not only will you
be surrendering your clothes, you'll be surrendering your name and your
independence.  You think what you've been doing the past two years is
similar to what you'll be doing as a mailgirl?  Girl, you have no idea."

   Lin was silent for several minutes as she thought about everything I'd
told her.  Finally she nodded her head and spoke.  "Okay Danica, I can do
that.  I can roleplay a submissive slave girl.  I'm a great roleplayer.  I
know I can do it."

   "Lin, if I take you to Barbara I can't promise you anything.  She's very
unpredictable."

   "I understand," she said.

   I took a deep breath.  "Alright then, let's go see her."



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 43

   A FATEFUL MEETING

   Barbara's receptionist Jan looked surprised when Lin and I entered her
office.  "Nine, did Barbara summon you here?" she asked.

   "No ma'am," I replied.  "We were hoping to meet with her.  Lin is
interested in becoming a mailgirl.  Is she in?"

   "Oh, um, no but she should be back in a few minutes.  Donna Haverly is
handling the Mailgirls applications now so you should probably go see her."

   "Lin has a special request to make and we were hoping to see Barbara,
ma'am," I said.

   "Alright.  I suppose you can wait here until she gets back."

   Lin settled down on the couch in the waiting area while I kneeled on the
carpeted floor.  It was at least thirty minutes before Barbara showed up
and when she finally did she walked right past us without hesitating or
speaking, then entered her office and closed the door.  Lin looked over at
me nervously then spoke to Jan.  "Is she going to see us?"

   Jan shrugged her shoulders.  "She knows you're here."

   We waited for another half hour or so and I was about to suggest to Lin
that we leave when Jan looked up from her computer.  "You can go in now,"
she said to us.

   We nervously entered the office and found Barbara leaning back in her
chair with her arms folded.  "On your knees," she barked at me.  "You can
sit," she said to Lin, pointing to a seat in front of her desk.  "Now tell
me why you're here."

   Lin glanced over at me nervously and then began to speak.  She explained
to Barbara who she was, her educational background, her job as Stimpy's
assistant, and how desperately she wanted to become a programmer and game
designer for DDE.  The girl speaking now seemed completely different than
the one I'd first met this morning.  Lin spoke with quiet humility,
referring to Barbara as "ma'am," and gave what I thought was an earnest and
convincing presentation.  If she was roleplaying now she was doing a damn
good job of it.

   If Barbara was warming up to her, though, it didn't show as she
continued to sit silently with her arms crossed.  It was only when Lin
offered to sign a two year Mailgirls contract in exchange for a written
guarantee of being offered a programming job that she began to show a spark
of interest. 

   After Lin had finished speaking Barbara unfolded her arms, leaned
forward and placed them on her desk.  "Stand up Lin," she said.  After she
had complied Barbara looked her over briefly then said, "Take off your
clothes."

   Lin gasped at the sudden directness of the request.  "Y-yes ma'am." She
began fumbling nervously at the buttons of her blouse and finally removed
it and placed it on the chair behind her.  Then she kicked off her sandals,
and began sliding her tight jeans down her legs.  After placing those on
the seat she was left standing in a matching bra and thong panties.  She
reached behind her back and unsnapped the bra and added it to the pile,
then quickly slid the panties off.  When she was fully nude Barbara twirled
her index finger indicating she wanted Lin to turn around.  She had a
beautiful, well proportioned body with flawless skin and firm, medium sized
breasts that hung over a flat stomach.  I noticed that she didn't have any
tattoos which I knew would be a plus in her favor, and the only piercings
were in her ears and navel.  Lin hadn't lied, she did look great naked.

   Barbara leaned back in her chair and appeared to be thinking about how
to respond as Lin stood self consciously before her.  She was trembling
slightly and was obviously very nervous when Barbara finally spoke.

   "Lin, I'm not going to offer you a Mailgirls contract." The
disappointment on Lin's face was obvious and as she began to open her mouth
to speak Barbara raised a hand to silence her.  "I am, however, willing to
offer a counterproposal if you're willing to hear it."

   Lin nodded her head.  "Yes ma'am, of course."

   "I'll tell you what I'm willing to do for you," Barbara said.  "I'll get
you on as an entry level programmer with Gangsta and I'll make sure you are
given every opportunity there to prove yourself.  If you do well I'll also
make sure that career advancement opportunities are made available to you
and that you won't be discriminated against."

   "Oh thank you ma'am," Lin said excitedly.  "You won't regret...."

   "I'm not finished yet," Barbara interrupted.  "There's more."

   "I'm sorry, ma'am."

   "We need to discuss your dress code," Barbara continued.  "It will be
what you're wearing now, minus the earrings, bracelets, and navel jewelry."

   A look of shock came over Lin's face.  "You mean you want me to work
naked?  As a programmer?"

   "That's right," Barbara replied.  "You'll be expected to have the same
grooming standards as the mailgirls which means showing up to work at least
thirty minutes prior to your shift and showering and shaving in the new
Mailgirls locker room.  You're not going to be a mailgirl so you won't be
assigned a number or an MMU, but you will work naked.  Since you'll need to
communicate with your co-workers as an equal to do your job you won't be
required to adopt the mailgirls' submissive language and you'll obviously
be allowed to sit in a chair in your workstation.  Anywhere else on the
premises, though, you'll be expected to kneel on the floor like a mailgirl.
That includes the employee cafeteria." After hearing that I was dead
certain that Barbara knew about what had happened today in the cafeteria.

   "Um, will this be for the full two years?" Lin asked.

   "No," Barbara replied.  "You'll need to sign a nudity waiver
acknowledging that nudity is a mandatory requirement of your job but
otherwise there will be no contract and no time limit.  This will be a
verbal agreement between the two of us.  If you hold up your end of it, I
promise you I'll hold up mine."

   "So you mean I might have to work naked for as long as I'm employed here
at DDE?" Lin asked incredulously.

   For the first time since entering her office, Barbara smiled.  "I don't
know," she said.  "Frankly this isn't a scenario I'd considered before so
I'm not sure how I'll respond to it down the road.  It'll be interesting to
find out.  If you do well at some point I may release you from the nudity
requirement.  But, then again, I may not.  What I can promise you, though,
is that if you do substandard work, flout authority, and bitch and moan
about your lot in life here at DDE I'll have you fired in a heartbeat.  If
you're as good as you say you are though and can prove it I'll make sure
the door is open to you for advancement in the company.  That's my verbal
commitment to you.  I won't promise you that you'll ever be allowed to wear
clothes again as a DDE employee."

   Lin gasped when she heard that.  "Well, will I at least get the same
bonus as the mailgirls get?"

   "Nope.  You'll be paid the same wages as any other entry level
programmer.  On the other hand you'll be free to quit the company at any
time without any financial penalties."

   Lin nervously slapped the palms of her hands against her bare thighs as
she thought about what Barbara was offering her.  "Can I have some time to
think about it?"

   "You have until you leave this office to make your decision.  After you
walk out that door the offer will be permanently retracted.  You'll be free
to go back to your old job and hope things work out for the best." Knowing
Barbara as I did I was certain she'd make sure that things didn't work out
for the best for Lin if she turned down her offer.

   As I listened to all of this I was shocked by what I was hearing.  Not
the "my way or the highway" demand for Lin to make an immediate decision
since that was pure Barbara all the way.  What stunned me was her
willingness to expand female nudity from the Mailgirls program into the
general employee population at large.  Was this really just a spur of the
moment decision as Barbara was claiming or part of a calculated plan that
had been waiting for the opportunity to present itself to try out?  I had
no idea, but what I was certain of was that Lin wouldn't be the last pretty
female employee who would be "offered" the opportunity to work naked at her
normal job if this experiment with Lin worked out.  Barbara wasn't one to
be constrained by the limits of the Mailgirls program.

   "Okay, if that's what I have to do I'll do it," Lin said with a tremor
in her voice and my heart went out to her.  She was about to embark on a
wild ride and I hoped she was ready for it. 

   "Great," Barbara said with an air of dismissal.  "Now get dressed and
go. Jan will have the nudity waiver for you to sign on your way out and
will send the paperwork to HR and notify your boss of your new position and
dress code.  You'll start tomorrow morning at eight.  I expect you to be
showered, shaved and ready to report to your new position by then."

   As Lin quietly pulled on her clothes I began to rise to my feet.  For
the first time since entering the office Barbara turned her attention to
me. "Not you Nine.  I'm not nearly done with you yet.  Back on your knees."



   After Lin had left the room Barbara returned to her desk and began
working on her laptop, leaving me there on my knees as my anxiety rose with
each passing minute.  I don't know how long it was before she finally rose
from her desk and walked to the cabinet in the rear of the office.  This
time, though, she didn't return with a bottle of wine and two glasses. 
Instead she carried the ball gag and riding crop.  I began to tremble as I
quickly lowered my eyes and bowed my head in a submissive posture hoping
for mercy.

   "Nine, you know you're going to be punished now.  Do you know why?"

   "N-no ma'am."

   "You don't?  Are you trying to tell me you don't remember what happened
the last time you showed up at my office without being summoned?  When did
I ever give you the impression that you were allowed to do that?" I did
remember.  It was when I'd showed up unannounced and fully dressed to
confront her about her collusion with Kelly to get me into the Mailgirls
program.  It was the first and only time she'd whipped me.  Until now.

   "I'm so sorry, ma'am.  Lin asked me for my help and I thought..."

   "Is it your job now to help every stray that comes along?  Or is it your
job to obey me?"

   "To obey you ma'am," I replied as tears began stinging my eyes. 

   "And why did you think you were allowed in the employee cafeteria?"

   "I didn't know ma'am.  You've never said anything about that."

   "Believe me, Nine, if I wanted mailgirls wandering into the cafeteria
for their lunch break I would have told you."

   "Y-yes ma'am.  I'm sorry." 

   Barbara moved around behind me now and placed the ball gag into my
mouth. As I felt the straps tighten tears began flowing freely down my
cheeks.  "It's obvious to me now that I've been much too soft on you
lately, Nine.  But you will learn to obey me, I can promise you that.  Now
get into position."

   I dropped down on all fours and lowered my head to the floor.  "Raise
your right foot," Barbara commanded.  I braced myself for the blow but as
the crop snapped against the bottom of my foot the pain shot through my
entire body and I lowered it back to the floor.  "That one doesn't count,"
Barbara said.  "Lift your foot back up or you'll get twice as many." I
quickly obeyed and this time I was able to hold it up as she slapped it
again and again and again.  I lost track of how many times she struck it
before she moved on. 

   "Now the left foot." Again the pain pulsated through my body as my tears
fell to the floor like rain.  When she had finished with my feet she
started on my right butt cheek and then the left.  After it was finally
over she stood over me as I sobbed uncontrollably.  She waited patiently
until I'd finally cried myself out, then leaned down and said, "I'm going
to remove your gag now.  Please don't make me regret it." All I could do
was nod weakly.  I felt the straps loosen and then broke into a coughing
fit as she removed the gag from my mouth.

   Once again Barbara waited patiently until I finally began to calm down
and collect myself.  "Return to your kneeling position," Barbara ordered
but in a calmer, quieter voice than before.  She placed the whip and gag on
her desk, then squatted down and held two fingers under my chin as she
gently wiped the tears from beneath each eye with her thumb.  "Danica,
Danica, Danica," she whispered.  "So beautiful but so disobedient.  I want
you to know that I will never punish you like this without cause and when I
do you need to understand why I'm doing it."

   "Y-yes ma'am," I sniffed.

   "I'm not angry that you tried to help Lin.  I'm glad you did but you
arrogantly broke protocol in bringing her directly to me.  Everything goes
though Donna's office first and then, if it merits it, up to me at a time
that I choose to schedule it.  If you had followed the proper chain then
I'd have been happy to offer Lin a two year Mailgirls contract and the
promise of a programming job afterwards.  Instead you made it impossible
for me to do that."

   "I'm so sorry ma'am."

   Barbara reached up and began gently stroking my hair.  "I know you are
Danica, but being sorry isn't enough.  There has to be consequences for
your actions.  I gave Lin the job she wanted but at the cost of her
clothes, maybe permanently.  You wanted to help her but ultimately you've
probably made things much more difficult for her.  We'll have to see now
just how badly she wants what she says she wants."

   "Y-yes ma'am." Her words were cutting deeper than the whip ever could
and I wondered how I could have possibly been so foolish. 

   "And you knew you weren't supposed be in the cafeteria, didn't you
Danica?"

   I nodded.

   "Say it."

   "I knew I wasn't supposed to be in there, ma'am."

   "Yet you went in there anyway.  You're very lucky that you chose to eat
on the floor rather than at the table or things would be much worse for you
now than they already are."

   "Yes ma'am."

   "The last time you disobeyed me so flagrantly you lost your clothing
privileges permanently.  You realize that your disobedience this time
requires another punishment that goes beyond just the short-term pain of a
whipping, don't you?"

   I hung my head and nodded.  "Yes, ma'am.  I know."

   "Alright then.  If you want to eat in the cafeteria then I'm going to
give that to you just like I gave Lin what she wanted.  You're going to eat
your lunch there every day from now on.  I'll put a Mailgirls mat in the
middle of the cafeteria and you'll eat your lunch on the floor like a dog
surrounded by the other DDE employees.  But only you.  No other mailgirl
will be allowed in the cafeteria."

   I very much didn't want that but there was nothing I could say or do
about it.  Barbara continued speaking before I had a chance to respond.

   "Danica, I know you've been a little lost and adrift since I took your
watch away and gave you an MMU that isn't operational yet and vague orders
to carry out.  You need structure and control in your life and that really
showed today.  I'm going to provide that for you."

   "Thank you ma'am."

   "Good girl," Barbara said and she leaned in and kissed my forehead.  "I
said earlier that you're going to be my star and you will be.  It was
foolish of me to think you could ever be just an anonymous mailgirl.  Your
feathers are much too bright.  But I am going to be harder on you than on
anyone else.  You will learn obedience."

   Barbara rose to her feet and stood above me.  "Danica, the pain you're
feeling in your body right now will soon subside but in its place powerful
emotions and feelings will remain.  I'm going to leave you alone now to
sort through them and I won't be back.  Let those emotions flow freely
though you, whatever they may be, until they lead you to a place of
understanding.  Once that happens you're free to leave." 

   As the door closed behind Barbara I rolled onto the floor into a fetal
position and began sobbing again.  Powerful emotions began coursing though
me just as she had predicted: hate, anger, shock, bitterness, confusion,
remorse, contempt for myself and what I was letting her do to me.  I let
them flow unimpeded until, one by one, they each faded away until only one
remained.  Love.

   I desperately, feverishly wanted Barbara to love me.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl - Part 44

   A DAY IN THE LIFE OF MAILGIRL NINE

   I awoke before the alarm and slipped quietly out of bed being careful
not to wake Anna.  After a stop in the bathroom to pee, run a brush through
my hair, and brush my teeth, I padded out into the kitchen to make
breakfast.  I was nude, of course, as I always was and by the time Anna
appeared in the kitchen I had the morning meal prepared for her and on the
table.  I placed my own breakfast on the floor and kneeled down beside her
to eat.

   This morning ritual had begun fairly recently and was part of our
evolving role-playing.  Anna's fascination with the BDSM lifestyle had been
growing over time but she was always nervous about going too far with me so
this had been my suggestion.  I'd never told her of the things that had
happened in Barbara's office so my idea of "too far" was very different
than hers.  With Barbara there was no role-playing involved; domination and
control were hard-wired into her system and my submissiveness was not
optional.  To Anna this was a game, though, and I felt it best to nudge her
along slowly in allowing her to become the dominant in our relationship. 
She was such an innately sweet girl that I sometimes felt like a corrupting
influence on her, but she seemed to genuinely enjoy playing the game.  As
long as that was the case I wanted to keep gently pushing her to take
greater control of me.

   After we'd finished eating I placed the dirty dishes in the sink and
followed Anna into the bedroom.  We entered the large walk-in closet which
featured a small but slowly expanding wardrobe of clothes, all of them
hers. She selected the dress and shoes she wanted to wear on the walk to
work, handed them to me, and I followed her back into the bedroom where I
assisted in helping her get dressed.  After a couple of minutes more of
preparation we headed for the front door.

   "It's raining out so I'll need a jacket and the umbrella, girl," Anna
said in her best imperious voice.  Neither of us liked the idea of
addressing me as "Nine" or "slave" while we were role-playing so we'd
settled on "girl" as an acceptable alternative.

   "Yes ma'am," I replied as I retrieved them from the coat closet.  There
would be no jacket or umbrella for me.  I'd be walking to work in the nude
like I always did.

   As we exited the condo I felt the chill in the October air and the light
rain made it even colder.  I opened the umbrella and held it over Anna's
head to keep her dry as I followed one step behind. 

   It had been several months since going through the two day crucible that
began with me as a naked stage prop for Barbara's presentation and ended
with a whipping in her office.  Thankfully things had settled down since
then or I'd be a complete basket case by now.  That was Barbara's way,
though.  She'd hit me with intense periods of shock and awe to throw me off
balance and rapidly expand my boundaries followed by relatively calm
stretches to allow me to regain my equilibrium.  Even during quieter times
like this I still remained on edge wondering when the next journey through
Barbara's spin cycle would begin. 

   The rain continued to fall and I began trembling as I followed Anna down
the sidewalk toward the sprawling DDE complex ahead of us.  It was only
about a ten minute walk from the condo to the employee entrance so I
figured I could handle all but the most severe winter weather conditions
which were a rarity in this part of the country.  If a bad winter storm did
hit I wondered if Barbara would give me permission to wear a coat and
shoes. So far the subject hadn't come up.

   My nude walk to and from work had become a regular feature in the
neighborhood and I'd heard that there were drivers who tried to time their
commute to work past the DDE building to catch a glimpse of me.  So far the
local authorities hadn't shown any interest in trying to prevent me from
doing it so I suppose this meant that the first phase of Barbara's plan to
"test the waters" to gauge public reaction to nudity beyond DDE's walls had
been a success.  This only made me nervous, though, wondering what she
might have in mind next.

   I lowered the umbrella as we walked through the doors of the employee
entrance and was grateful to feel the warm air on my bare wet skin.  Pop
music was playing over the speakers and in the center of the lobby a
beautiful nude woman danced in rhythm to it.  This had been another of
Barbara's innovations.  Each day a different mailgirl was assigned to dance
naked in the lobby to greet employees as they showed up for work and today
it was the very lovely Mailgirl Six, aka Sarah Thomason. 

   Sarah had previously been a tenth floor receptionist in the tower.  Anna
and I used to pass her regularly on our way to the executive lounge where
I'd serve drinks to the company's top managers.  I hadn't known it at the
time but she'd developed a fascination with the two of us and the idea of
working naked.  When the company posted the internal job opening for new
mailgirls no arm twisting or blackmail had been required to get her to
apply.  She'd walked her application into Donna Haverly's office herself.
Barbara made the final decision on hires and Sarah's fresh faced
girl-next-door looks and nearly flawless natural body must have made it an
easy call for her.  It also turned out she had an exhibitionist streak a
mile wide and of the new crop of mailgirls Sarah had probably adapted
quickest to her new role.  She flashed a smile at us as we walked past her
toward the stairs.

   Anna and I climbed to the fifth floor of the north wing, then entered
the service corridor that led to the Mailgirls locker room.  This path was
the lone area of the large complex that mailgirls were allowed to wear any
clothes and only immediately before and after their shifts.  The old locker
room in the basement of the tower had been closed so this was now the only
one in use.

   Now that there was a full complement of twenty-four mailgirls, shifts
were staggered to maximize efficiency.  As we entered the room two of the
girls were already in "uniform" and ready to depart for the tower where
their job was to place fresh fruit and newspapers in the offices of the top
executives before they arrived for the day.  One of the two girls was my
ex-friend Stephanie and she glanced at me briefly as I entered before
turning away.  The two of us had barely spoken since that day she'd been
forced into becoming a mailgirl.  I'd tried to reach out to her several
times to clear the air but Stephanie wanted none of it.  I'd heard second
hand that her first trip back to the Marketing department as a nude
inferior had been hard on her and she'd broken down into tears in front of
her former colleagues.  I suppose that should have made me happy after what
she'd done to me on my first trip back there, but it didn't.  If anyone
could understand what she'd gone through it was me.

   The role-playing game that Anna and I played always ended as soon as we
reached the locker room where we became equals again.  Anna threw her arms
around me and gave me a hug as we arrived at her locker.  "Living the
dream," she smiled.  Usually when someone says that it's meant
sarcastically, but for her she really was living the dream.  I doubt anyone
could love being a mailgirl more than Anna.  A couple of days a week she
was assigned to help Donna with administrative duties, a task she didn't
like nearly as much.  Today she was getting to run the mail, though, which
made her happy.

   The locker room was buzzing with activity this morning as the large
group of mailgirls prepared for their shift.  This was the one place in the
building where we were all considered equals so there was a lot of chatting
and banter going on.  The unusual nature of our job and the knowledge that
once we left the room we'd have to adopt a subservient attitude to everyone
else helped bond us together.  That's not to say that there was no petty
jealousy, cattiness or cliquishness going on - we were women after all -
but it wasn't nearly as pronounced as I'd seen in other situations when a
bunch of females are thrown together.

   Barbara hadn't discriminated based on race, creed, or bust size in
hiring so we were an interesting mix of women, each with our own story to
tell about how we ended up here.  One thing we did all have in common was
natural beauty.  There were no fake boobs, tramp stamps, purple hair,
mohawks, or nose piercings.  Barbara might accept a woman with a small,
inconspicuous tattoo like Stephanie's but that was about it.  Cup sizes
ranged from A to DD but the breasts were all natural and all of the women
had fit, attractive bodies and pretty faces. 

   Besides Anna, Kelly, Stephanie, and me, nine other women had come from
within the ranks of DDE employees making a total of thirteen from in house.
The rest were from outside the company and it was surprising to me how many
women had applied.  With so many to choose from it hadn't taken Barbara and
Donna long to fill out the ranks with exceptionally attractive women.

   Next to my locker disrobing and gabbing to each other in Spanish were
the very pretty Gonzalez twins, also known as Ten and Eleven.  Maria and
Gabriela were Mexican and had been on DDE's night cleaning crew.  One night
their manager suggested they should consider applying to become mailgirls
or he might take a closer look at the authenticity of their documentation
to determine if they were actually legal to work in this country.  They
quickly accepted the suggestion.  The two of them seemed to be handling
everything okay despite the fact that neither spoke much English. 

   The Gonzalez twins weren't the only family act in DDE's Mailgirls
program though.  Together in the showers right now were Fifteen and Sixteen
- Sasha Gutheridge, the oldest mailgirl at 36, and her 18-year-old daughter
April.  Sasha looked more like April's older sister than her mother and the
two of them quickly became fan favorites of the Gangsta crew on the other
side of the two-way mirror during the morning shower sessions.  To say they
had an unusual story was an understatement.

   Sasha's husband had been a successful real estate broker until he
suddenly quit his job, left his family, and joined a cult that had a
compound just outside of the city.  To make things worse he drained their
bank accounts and sold off all of their investments, then donated it all to
the cult in exchange for a promise of Everlasting Divinity, whatever the
hell that is.  Sasha had been working as a fitness trainer at a local gym
which provided her with a toned body but not much income to pay the
mortgage or any of the other debts her husband had left her saddled with.
She was on the verge of declaring bankruptcy when a friend who worked at
DDE told her about the new Mailgirls openings and the large bonuses and
salary the company was offering.

   It was Sasha who had talked her daughter into applying for the job with
her in order to earn money for college and double the bonus money that
could be used to help stave off creditors.  April, a beautiful but
introverted girl, had been mortified by the idea of working naked with her
mother but had finally consented to at least go to the job interview with
her.  When Barbara offered Sasha a contract but only if her daughter came
along as a package deal, April felt like she had no choice but to do it. 
Even after over a month on the job she was still very embarrassed by the
"totally weird" situation she found herself in. 

   For her part, Sasha didn't seem too bothered by either her own nudity or
the fact that her shy daughter now had to shower and shave her pussy in
front of both her mother and a bunch of leering men.  The recent discovery
that Sasha had another beautiful daughter a year younger than April who was
a high school senior had created quite a buzz on the Gangsta floor,
according to Lin.  There was a lot of hopeful speculation that she might
also join the family business next year after turning eighteen.

   As I walked toward the shower area I saw Kelly already in it down at the
far end so I joined her beneath the adjacent shower head.  "Hey," she said
as she saw me approach.

   "What's up, Kell?"

   "Living the dream," she replied very sarcastically.  Kelly had been glad
to see an influx of new "talent" into the Mailgirls program since it helped
keep her off of Barbara's radar.  She hated Barbara but had wisely learned
to keep her mouth shut about it, at least at work.  "I saw Dear Leader on
television again last night," she said, referring to Barbara.

   "Oh yeah?  Which show?" I asked.

   "Bill O'Reilly."

   "Ah, I didn't see it.  How did she do?"

   "Same as always.  She made Mailgirls seem like the best thing to happen
for women since the invention of the battery powered vibrator."

   Barbara had been on television a lot lately.  Not everything had gone
smoothly in the transition to a larger Mailgirls staff.  Of the twenty-four
mailgirls under contract after the hiring was over, six had tried to quit
within the first few weeks after discovering that the humiliation and
physical demands involved in the job were much greater than they'd
expected. DDE and its lawyers immediately took legal action against each of
them, demanding repayment of the bonus money plus interest and penalties
owed the company under the terms of the contract.  Five of them had
eventually returned to the job after realizing it would cost them a fortune
in legal fees to fight back against a corporation with deep pockets and
with no guarantee of winning.

   The sixth girl, however, had shown up at a press conference held by a
feminist group called United American Women with well-known feminist
attorney Jennifer Erickson at her side.  Erickson called the Mailgirls
contracts "a form of legalized slavery" and announced a lawsuit against DDE
with the aid of funding by UAW.  Barbara was convinced that the girl had
been planted by UAW to allow them to sue DDE over its Mailgirls program.

   All of this had once again reignited the Mailgirls controversy in the
national media, but if the United American Women thought this would deter
DDE in any way they sorely underestimated both the company and Barbara
Anderson.  A new mailgirl was quickly hired to fill the vacancy while
Barbara went on a media counteroffensive, appearing on numerous television
news programs and talk shows to defend the company and the Mailgirls
program.  Her combination of beauty, fearlessness, intelligence, and
charisma quickly turned her into the face of the Mailgirls program and made
her a rising media star.  Meanwhile the renewed firestorm had only boosted
sales of DDE games and films, and the company's willingness to fight the
"Ugly Angry Witches" of UAW for the right of naked women to deliver mail
was cheered on by the company's predominately male core demographic.

   "Did they show the sexual energy clip on the show?" I asked. 

   "Of course," Kelly replied. 

   A video of Barbara's presentation featuring me nude on stage had been
made available to all DDE employees so it had taken about two nanoseconds
before the whole thing ended up uncensored on the internet.  Thankfully my
onstage orgasm had been edited out before its internal release although I
doubt that had anything to do with sparing me from further humiliation. 
Barbara probably thought it would be a distraction from her message. 

   The part of the speech the media seemed most interested in was Barbara
talking about employees tapping into the sexual energy created by
mailgirls, so whenever she appeared on a show that was the clip that was
frequently shown.  My naughty bits were usually blurred in it but
occasionally it would be shown uncensored in foreign news or in online
media.  Personally I would have preferred that they blur my face. 

   Barbara, unsurprisingly, never backed down or apologized for anything
she'd said that day.  I'm sure she knew the video would end up on the
internet and the notoriety of it gave her the opportunity to talk about
Mailgirls and expand on her philosophy to a national audience.  There were
also many media requests for interviews with "Mailgirl Nine" but thankfully
Barbara had rejected them all.  I had no desire for any more attention than
I was already getting.

   As I soaped up my body I was conscious as always of the audience on the
other side of the mirror.  Anna entered the shower next to mine and the
three of us "old salts," as Kelly called us, prepared for our shift
together. 



   THE MAILROOM

   As I sat on the bench waiting to make my first run of the day I felt the
nervous energy building as it always did each morning as I waited to be
called out.  Even after months as a mailgirl I still hadn't gotten used to
being nude in an otherwise normal business environment.  To be honest, I
didn't ever want to get used to it.  I never wanted to become jaded or
blasÃ(C) about public nudity or ever lose the feeling that I was living
beyond the boundaries of contemporary American society.  I still felt
shame, embarrassment, and humiliation and I didn't want those feelings to
go away because they made me feel more alive now than when all my focus had
been on my next pay raise, my next promotion, that office in the tower.

   The MMU strapped to my arm came alive and I glanced at it as I rose to
my feet.  I was being summoned to the mailroom in the south wing.  I exited
the locker room, then walked briskly through the service corridor to the
stairwell and descended down five flights of stairs to the ground floor. 
From there I entered a door taking me into an empty corridor that bypassed
the employee entrance lobby and led to a heavy fire door on the other
end. 

   Up to this point I'd seen almost no one, but when I entered that door I
was suddenly in a busy office environment that was alive with activity.  I
walked briskly past the "normals," as Kelly called them, and toward the
exit to the courtyard.  The quickest path to the mailroom was through the
courtyard to the south wing, but when I opened the exit door I saw that the
light early morning rain had turned to a downpour.  Since I was freshly
showered I had no desire to get drenched on my first run of the day.  I
checked my MMU and saw I had less than three minutes left to make my
deadline.  I made a quick decision to take the long way around through the
east wing.  It would be tight but I thought I could make it. 

   I began to run now, past desks, cubicles, offices, down corridors, and
through doors.  With each step my breasts bounced uncomfortably but the
raw, primitive feel of it made me feel like a large cat bounding through
the jungle after its prey.  In this case the prey was only a deadline but I
still felt the thrill of the chase. 

   As I entered the doorway into the mailroom my MMU flashed red.  I was 22
seconds late.  Shit.  That would cost me two demerits.  Not the way I
wanted to start the day.

   The original purpose of Mailgirls, at least as envisioned by Mr. 
Hiromoto, was to use nude women to make inter-departmental deliveries.  The
normal mail coming into and out of the building was handled by the regular
mailroom staff.  Barbara, being nothing if not ambitious, had decided that
mailgirls should eventually handle every piece of correspondence that moved
through the building which meant transitioning the DDE mailroom into a
Mailgirls operation.  This transition had already begun which meant that
being summoned to the mailroom was a fairly common occurrence, especially
in the morning.

   "It'll be a few minutes so grab a knee," said Rick Delaney, the manager
of DDE's mailroom as his eyes wandered over my body.  The clothed mailroom
staff was busy filling several carts with letters and packages that nude
mailgirls would then wheel through the large complex to deliver to various
departments.  I walked over to the Mailgirls pad to kneel and found
Mailgirl Twelve, Brianna Bell, also waiting there. 

   "Hey Brianna," I said as I kneeled down next to her.  Mailgirls were
allowed to call each other by name since they were the only people in the
building considered equals.  Brianna was a beautiful African-American woman
with a dancer's body and small but firm breasts.

   "Hello Danica," she said.  We waited in silence for a couple of minutes
before Brianna sighed and said, "God I hate coming back here." Her old job
before becoming a mailgirl had been here in the mailroom so I knew how she
felt having to face her old co-workers now.  Almost immediately after
Barbara's meeting announcing the $10,000 bonus for every woman they
successfully referred to the program, Rick Delaney had begun pressuring
Brianna to become a mailgirl.  He'd told her that the mailroom would soon
become a part of the Mailgirls operation and she would become expendable.
Brianna resisted for awhile but as a single mother of a young daughter she
was worried about losing her job and finally ended up signing the two-year
contract. 

   It hadn't taken long for Brianna to realize she'd made a big mistake. 
She found the job to be terribly humiliating and was one of the six girls
who had tried to quit.  After DDE's lawyers had gone after her to repay the
bonus money and contract termination penalties she'd felt like she had no
real choice but to return.  The irony of the whole thing was that Delaney
had thought he was lying to her about the mailroom becoming a Mailgirls
operation only to discover later that it was true and that he himself might
soon be expendable. 

   "You know it's supposed to be random which girl is called here but I
don't think it is," Brianna said.  "I get called here all the time." It had
to be tough on her to have to continually return to her old department to
do the same job she used to do, but in the nude.  "I think they do it to
punish me for trying to quit.  Do you think that if DDE loses that lawsuit
then the judge will void all of our contracts?" she asked hopefully.

   "I really don't know, Brianna," I told her.  "These things can drag out
for a long time though, so I wouldn't expect anything to happen soon."

   Mariko had managed to get rid of up front bonus money and early contract
termination penalties at Hiromoto Industries to prevent women from being
trapped the way she had been and the way Brianna was now.  The only reason
for DDE to include these things is because Barbara wanted women to be
trapped.  Her vision was to create a modern day slave class of beautiful
nude women and a woman couldn't be considered a slave if she could easily
quit and leave at any time.  Once again I was struck by how much power
Barbara seemed to wield within the company.  Far more than her job title
would suggest.

   Brianna sighed.  "Yeah, I'm probably here for the duration.  You know I
have to go to choir practice tonight right after my shift.  How messed up
is that to have to walk into my church right after doing this all day?"

   "Who's taking care of your daughter?" I asked.

   "The church has a daycare so I have to swing by there every day anyway.
I feel like such an awful sinner every time I walk through those doors."

   "Do the other church members know what you do for a job?"

   "Yeah, they found out.  I was afraid they'd kick me out of the church
but they've been nothing but supportive.  They know I'm doing what I have
to do to support my daughter."

   "You're up Twelve," Delaney shouted.  Brianna flashed me a quick smile
then rose to her feet to go to work.  A couple of minutes later it was my
turn.

   "This cart's all south wing stuff, Nine," Delaney said as his eyes
roamed over my body.  I had to suppress a groan when I heard that knowing
it meant an inevitable trip into Marketing.

   Pushing a mailroom cart was one of the more embarrassing tasks for a
mailgirl since it meant making stops at just about every department along
the way to deliver letters and packages.  Since it was impossible to come
up with accurate deadlines for mail cart deliveries at least I wouldn't be
on a timer.  It did mean that just about everyone in the south wing would
get a good look at me this morning, though.

   As I made my rounds the reaction I got from the clothed office workers
was fairly predictable.  The threat of being fired for violating sexual
harassment policies had been drilled into them to the point where I didn't
have to worry about being groped or called a filthy slut or anything like
that, but it hadn't taken long for most of them to adapt to their new roles
as my superior.  People were either embarrassed by my presence, acted in a
condescending manner, or openly leered at my body.  Whatever the case I was
seldom treated as an equal or fellow co-worker.  The nudity and the numbers
inked onto my body served their purpose of separating me from them.  The
message it sent was that I wasn't one of them and never could be.  I was an
inferior, a lowly servant girl, and the submissive manner in which I was
required to interact with them only helped to reinforce that.

   My cart was nearly empty by the time I rolled up to the familiar doors
leading into the Marketing department.  It seemed like a lifetime ago now
that I'd worked here.  I'd been back here any number of times over the past
couple of months but I still dreaded it.  I opened one of the two double
doors and backed the cart in.

   My first stop was Sanjeev's office where I had a couple of letters and a
package to deliver.  "Ah, hello Nine," he said with a slightly embarrassed
look on his face.  He always looked like that whenever he saw me and I
suspect it was because of the guilt he felt over the role he played in
forcing Stephanie to become a mailgirl.  I'd heard later that he'd only
done it because his wife was expecting another child and needed the money,
but it was still a pretty scummy thing to do.

   I placed the mail on his desk and was given a couple of items for the
outgoing mail, then returned to my cart out in the corridor after being
dismissed.  "Hey, it's the prodigal mailgirl returning home," I heard Bill
say as I wheeled the cart out onto the main floor.  "And she's got mail!"
He always had some smart ass remark to make whenever he saw me although he
was clever enough not to ever let it cross over into sexual harassment
territory.  I didn't respond as I continued through the middle of my old
department, the humiliation building as it always did when I came back
here.

   I only had one more delivery to make in the department and I rolled the
cart over to Gary Turner's cubicle.  "That guy is such a dick," Gary said
to me as I set the brakes on the cart and began to retrieve his package. 
"Stephanie was here earlier this morning and Bill ordered an inspection on
her right in the middle of the floor.  Did it just to torment her." An
inspection was probably the most humiliating thing that we mailgirls had to
endure on a regular basis.  It meant placing our hands behind our head with
our legs spread and up on our toes as the person inspected every inch of
our "uniform" to insure we were in compliance with company standards. 

   "Did Three pass the inspection, sir?" I asked already knowing the
answer. The standards we were supposed to meet were completely arbitrary
which meant there was always some reason that could be found for failing
the inspection.

   "Of course not," Gary replied.  "He sent her back to the locker room to
shower and reapply her makeup, then return for another inspection.  At
least he didn't give her any demerits.  Sanjeev was pissed when he found
out about it, though.  He banned any more mailgirl inspections in the
department." I was grateful to hear that, not only for my own sake but for
Stephanie's.  She was having a very hard time adjusting to being a mailgirl
and crap like this only made it worse.

   I placed the small package I was delivering onto Gary's desk then
assumed the standing position.  "Do you have any outgoing mail, sir?" He
shook his head.

   "How are you holding up anyway, Danica?"

   "I'm doing fine sir but please refer to me as Nine." Of all of my old
friends and colleagues he was the one who had been nicest to me since
becoming a mailgirl and I didn't want him to get into trouble.  Gary was a
graphic designer and his long curly brown hair, sideburns, and John Lennon
glasses made him look like a refugee from the Sixties. 

   "No, I refuse to do that.  How about if I just don't call you by
anything at all.  That should keep us both out of trouble, right?"

   "Yes sir," I replied with slight smile.

   "You know, when you worked here I used to try to imagine what you looked
like naked.  Now that you actually are here naked I feel so damn guilty
about looking at you because of how you're treated."

   "It's my job to allow you to look at me, sir."

   Gary shook his head.  "Man, this mailgirls thing is so f*cking crazy. 
You women are treated like slaves here.  I just never imagined something
like this would ever be allowed in a first world culture.  Someday you'll
have to tell me the full story about how you became a mailgirl because I
know there's a lot more to it than you're letting on."

   "Yes sir, I will," I promised.

   Gary smiled at me.  "I guess I better let you get back to work.  Neither
rain nor snow nor sleet nor graphic designers shall keep the mailgirl from
her appointed rounds."

   I let out a laugh.  "Thank you sir."

   Moments of genuine human interaction like this where I was treated like
a real person rather than a sex object or a servant were so rare in this
job that it gave me a lift that lasted through the rest of the morning.

   I'd finished delivering two full carts of mail and had just returned to
the mailroom when my MMU indicated it was time for my lunch break.  I
hustled back to the locker room for my mandatory pre-lunch shower, then
headed for the cafeteria to live out yet another of Barbara's daily
torments that she'd created just for me.



   After walking from the mailroom in the south wing to the locker room on
the fifth floor of the north wing, taking my mandatory pre-lunch shower,
then walking back to the cafeteria in the south wing, my 45 minute lunch
break was down to less than twenty minutes.  And by the time I got my food
and knelt down on the Mailgirls mat in the middle of the room I had maybe
fifteen minutes left before I was back on the clock.  This was pretty
typical.  Too little of my lunch break actually involved a break. 

   Not that I really wanted to spend a long leisurely lunch here anyway. 
Being forced to eat my lunch naked on the cafeteria floor each day
surrounded by clothed DDE employees had been part of Barbara's punishment
for breaking one of her unspoken rules, one I was supposed to know even
though she'd never specifically mentioned it before.  I tried to block out
the usual snickering, jokes, and condescending remarks as I began to eat.
As a mailgirl I burned a lot of calories during a shift so I needed a good
lunch.

   "Got room down there for another naked girl?" I heard a voice say above
me.

   "Lin!" I said excitedly.  "I'm so glad you're here!"

   "Well that makes one of us then," she laughed. 

   Lin was completely nude except for the MMU strapped to her upper arm. 
She didn't have to wear it when she was working at her job as a programmer
on the "Gangsta" floor but whenever she was in any other part of the
complex it was required.  The smart phone had her company ID on it which
she needed for access to the rest of the building.  It could also be used
for making purchases here in the cafeteria which were deducted from her
paycheck.  It was the same way I bought meals here. 

   Lin was the only non-mailgirl in the DDE complex allowed to work naked,
although "allowed" definitely wasn't the right word for it.  She'd been
forced to work nude by Barbara to punish me for my disobedience in
bypassing the chain of command in trying to help her.  I'n sure it was also
intended as a demonstration to me of the power Barbara wielded within the
company.  She wanted me to know that she didn't need money or a binding
contract to coerce someone into naked servitude.  In this case Lin's
intense desire to become a programmer provided all the motivation necessary
to allow Barbara to force her out of her clothes.

   Lin was allowed to act as an equal within her own department but was
required to be submissive and deferential to other employees whenever she
was anywhere else in the building.  Although she had no numbers inked on
her body and was never summoned for deliveries she had to act like a
mailgirl to avoid confusing other employees who'd been trained to associate
nudity with submissive servitude.  Her role as a pseudo-mailgirl once she
was off the Gangsta floor also allowed us to speak as equals while we
lunched together.

   "I saw you in the shower getting ready for lunch so I decided to sneak
out and join you," Lin said as she knelt down and placed her tray beside
mine.  "Sorry I haven't been here to see you lately but it's crunch time to
get the new DLC ready for release.  I've been eating at my desk most of the
time." 

   "That's okay, I don't blame you for not wanting to come here.  I
wouldn't come here either if I didn't have to." For the first couple of
weeks after starting her job as a nude programmer Lin had met me here just
about every day for lunch.  She'd found out that the reality of working
naked was much different than the fantasy of it so our lunches together had
been important to help her get through it. 

   When Lin first appeared on the Gangsta floor as a naked programmer it
had created quite a stir.  No one there knew quite how to handle it,
especially Ren and Stimpy who were both a little pissed off about Barbara
doing it without consulting with them first, then even more pissed off when
they found out they wouldn't be getting bonuses since Lin wasn't a
mailgirl. Just because they both wanted to see Lin naked didn't mean that
they wanted her dropped into the middle of their department like an
undetonated bomb.

   DDE's north wing, which was where the company's game development took
place, had always had the reputation of being more raucous and bawdy than
the rest of the complex.  Salty language, jokes, and insults were the norm
and the Gangsta floor was the rowdiest of all.  While the crew there loved
the mailgirls they'd been warned over and over again about watching what
they say around them to avoid any accusations of sexual harassment.  That
hadn't been too difficult since a mailgirl was usually only around for a
brief time during a pickup or delivery.  But having beautiful naked Lin
working alongside of them all day long was a totally different story.

   To avoid any problems, Stimpy had assigned her a desk in a far corner of
the room away from most of the other programmers and tossed her a few
simple assignments to do.  Lin had been "isolated to protect the herd," as
she'd put it, and after about a week she marched into Stimpy's office to
bitch about it.  To placate her he'd decided to let her work on the
Mailgirls mini-game with a couple of other junior programmers and a
graphics artist they'd just hired from the mod community.  The Mailgirls
game wasn't exactly a high priority project as far as he was concerned so
he didn't want to waste any experienced people on it.

   "How's my game coming along?" I asked about the Mailgirls mini-game. 
After doing the modeling and motion capture for it I thought of it as "my
game."

   "Pretty good, considering Ren and Stimpy give us zero support or
resources to work with.  They think its a joke.  They're just doing it to
get you into the game and then see what the modders do with you." Lin then
started rattling on about levels and NPC's and other things that I only had
a vague idea what she was talking about.  "You know that big crime building
that's supposed to be the centerpiece of this new DLC?  It turned out it
really consists of only the exterior, the ground floor lobby and the office
on the 14th floor that they use for a strategy game.  That's it.  We've had
to create the floors for your mailgirl runs from scratch.  Not every floor.
We don't have time.  And we've had to use a lot of stock art from other
parts of the game to do it."

   "So it's going to be pretty cheesy then?" I asked.  I'm not sure why I
wanted my game to be good, but I did.

   "No, I don't think so.  The gameplay will be relatively simple but it
should be kind of fun.  You're just delivering packages to different floors
against the clock and trying not to rack up too many demerits.  We wanted
to put in a cut scene where you get chained up in the basement if you do,
but I don't think that's going to happen." That scene would have been
closer to reality than Lin probably realized.  "I actually think we're
helping to bring that building to life," she continued.  "We're not doing
too bad for noob code monkeys."

   "So things are going better for you on the floor?"

   "Oh yeah.  For awhile no one wanted to get near me for fear of the
deadly sex rays I was emitting that would get them fired.  But then I
finally just started flipping them shit and after awhile they started
flipping it back.  Things have gotten better since then.  I'll never be one
of the guys since none of the other guys are naked chicks with great tits,
but I'm starting to be accepted I think.  A few of those geeks have had
perma-boners since I started my new job though."

   I couldn't help but laugh as Lin talked.  She was back to her old self,
the one with absolutely no filter between her brain and her mouth.  I loved
this about her, although I worried that her mouth would get her in trouble
with Barbara.  I hoped that the loose atmosphere on the Gangsta floor and
the fact that she wasn't a mailgirl would allow her some freedom to be
herself.

   "So how's the Queen treating you these days?" Lin asked, referring to
Barbara.  She'd been pestering me about what had happened that day in
Barbara's office after she'd left, but I didn't dare tell her about the
whipping. 

   "I haven't really seen her much lately.  She's been busy dealing with
all the publicity from that UAW lawsuit."

   "Yeah, she's been on television more than the Kardashians lately," Lin
said.  "She definitely knows how to sell her program, I'll say that for
her. I saw her on 'The View' last week and I swear she had a couple of
those gals ready to strip off and strap on an MMU right there."

   I just about snorted a mouthful of soup out my nose when she said that.
"Lin, you have no idea about how persuasive she can really be," I said in a
mix of laughter and coughing.

   "Well all I know is that after twenty minutes with her I ended up as a
lifetime honorary member of the Mailgirls club.  I'd hate to see what
would've happened if she'd unloaded all of her mana on me.  I might never
wear clothes again." Once again Lin had no idea how close to the truth she
was getting.

   My MMU suddenly vibrated with an alert.  "Shit, I'm back on duty
already," I told Lin.  "I could get called back out at any time."

   "Don't worry about your tray and dirty dishes.  I'll take care of them.
Sorry I haven't been here to meet you more often.  I promise we'll do it
more once the new expansion is released."

   "You don't have to," I said.  "I know it sucks to have to eat in here
naked on the floor.  It's so humiliating."

   "It's not any more humiliating than having to report my progress to
Stimpy every day while his eyes are locked onto my tits the whole time. 
I'm sure he has a box of tissues stashed in his office with my name on it,
so this is nothing."

   "I'm sorry I got you into this mess," I said.

   "Naw, it was my choice.  Still is.  I'm doing what I want to do."

   My MMU vibrated again.  I had a pickup in the east wing.  "I've gotta
go," I said as I rose to my feet.

   "See you in the game, Mailgirl Nine," Lin said to me as I headed toward
the door.

   A BUSY AFTERNOON

   I'd just made a delivery to an office on the ground floor of the north
wing when my MMU flashed and vibrated alerting me to another job.  I
groaned as I checked it seeing it was a Premium Rush order which meant the
deadline I had to meet was significantly shorter than standard.  Today was
Friday and they were always the worst since departments wanted to use up
their delivery credits since they didn't roll over from week to week.  This
was already my third Premium Rush of the afternoon. 

   I began running through the corridor toward the stairs being careful to
avoid the "norms" in my path.  Running into a regular DDE employee was
automatically a minimum of ten demerits and the person you ran into had the
option making it as high as fifty.  A mailgirl who did anything more than
lightly brush an employee as they went past was ordered to stop immediately
and allow that person to enter the demerits into their MMU.  The time it
took to do this also made it likely that the deadline for the run would not
be met which would add even more demerits.

   Each ten demerits meant an extra hour of work for the mailgirl and since
we were salaried employees there would be no additional pay for it.  At the
end of each week the total demerits for each girl were calculated and then
they could either be brought in on the weekend to work the extra hours or
their schedule the following week would be adjusted to include them.  The
mailgirls all hated the demerit system since it meant extra work for no
extra pay.  And, of course, working those extra hours meant the chance of
racking up even more demerits and more work.  Some of the girls were
demerit magnets who seemed like they were always working.

   It took me 92 seconds to reach my pick up on the third floor of the
north wing but since my deadline was 90 seconds that meant I earned a
demerit, my fifth of the day so far.  I often made it through an entire day
without a demerit but, like I said, Fridays were the worst since it seemed
like nearly every run had a nonstandard deadline.

   "You have a delivery for me sir?" I asked.  I was standing next to the
workstation of a software engineer for the game Demon Slayer 3, another of
DDE's major titles.  It was a dark fantasy RPG that featured lots of
violence, sex, and nudity and was the company's second largest franchise
behind the Gangsta series.  A film based on the game had recently been
released and had done well enough at the box office that a sequel was now
in the works.  DDE also produced a popular series of graphic novels based
on the series that expanded on the Demon Slayer universe.

   The guy turned from his monitor, took a quick look at me, then averted
his eyes.  From my experience on the job guys either stared openly at my
tits and pussy, tried not to be obvious about sneaking looks at my tits and
pussy, or acted as if looking at me in anything other than brief glances
would strike them blind like looking too long at an eclipse of the sun. 
Over time as they got more accustomed to interacting with nude mailgirls
most of the male employees had become less and less shy about ogling us,
but this guy remained one of the bashful ones. 

   "I, um, have a delivery for you to take to the tower.  Right there," he
said pointing to a packet on the edge of the desk without lifting his gaze
from the floor. 

   "Yes sir," I replied as I lifted the packet.  The Mailgirls app was
available on both their cellphones and work PCs so this guy turned to his
work computer to enter the delivery address. 

   "You're very beautiful you know," the guy said shyly as he clicked the
"Finalize" button and my MMU vibrated and flashed with the delivery
destination and deadline. 

   "Thank you, sir," I responded.  I always found the bashful ones to be
kind of sweet but since this was a Premium Rush order I had no time to
delay.  I turned and began jogging across the crowded floor as quickly as I
could without risking running into someone.  My delivery address was on the
eighth floor of the tower and I only had four minutes to get there from the
distant end of the north wing.  I had to slow down several times and take
detours around and through busy workstations.  The employees had been told
that it was our job to avoid them so few ever made any effort to get out of
our way.

   I exited the Demon Slayer room into a corridor that led past more
offices and cubicles until I finally reached the door that led into the
tower.  I had less than two minutes to reach my destination.  I scurried
past even more workers and desks to reach the stairwell, then climbed as
quickly as I could to the eighth floor.  As I entered the door I glanced at
my MMU and saw I had about twenty seconds left.  Just enough time to make
it if all went well.  All did not go well.  My path through the narrow
corridor was blocked by four executives - three men and a woman dressed in
business attire.  They glanced at me as I approached but made no effort to
move out of the way.  There was no way past them without making contact and
I wasn't allowed to ask them to move.  I was just a lowly mailgirl and it
wasn't my place.

   I stood there unable to proceed until one of the men finally took some
mercy and stepped forward enough to allow me space to slide past.  The men
snickered and the woman laughed as I placed my back to the wall and
carefully edged past them.  "Nice uniform, Nine," one of the men said as I
finally got by them and started running.

   My MMU flashed red as I entered my destination office.  I was 32 seconds
late.  That would mean four more demerits.  Shit!  To make matters worse I
was in the office of Janice Bergen, one of the Gaming Department VPs.  I
knew her well from my days working in the tower.  She was notoriously hard
on mailgirls. 

   Ms.  Bergen and another man I recognized who also worked on the floor
were seated in the office and talking.  They both glanced at me as I
entered then continued their conversation.  I had no choice but to stand
there and wait for them to finish.  As a mailgirl it wasn't my place to
interrupt them.

   About five minutes later they finally wrapped up their conversation and
the man gave me a once over as he exited the office.  Janice Bergen got to
her feet and walked over to me.  "I have a delivery for you ma'am," I said
to her.

   "No shit," she said sarcastically as she took the packet from me.  She
glanced at my MMU.  "You were late."

   "Yes ma'am.  I'm sorry." It was pointless to tell her why I was late
since mailgirls weren't allowed to make excuses for tardiness.  If you were
late you were late.  It also wouldn't do me any good to point out that
being late had been irrelevant since it had taken her five minutes to
accept the delivery anyway.  That would only get me into more trouble.

   "You're also sweating," she said.  I had a light sheen of perspiration
on my body.  It was nothing unusual, especially for a Friday afternoon, but
I knew where this was heading.

   "I'm sorry ma'am."

   She placed the packet on her desk.  "Follow me," she ordered.

   I followed her out the door of the office and she led me to a point on
the floor where I would get maximum exposure to the most people.  "We're
going to do an inspection.  Assume the position."

   I sighed inwardly as I placed my hands behind my head, spread my feet to
shoulder width and lifted up on my toes.  Around me I could see people
turning to watch.  Inspections were one of the most humiliating aspects of
my job and my arousal level began to climb as it always did in these
situations.  Ms.  Bergen began to slowly circle around me, looking me over
from head to toe.  Maintaining this position was physically uncomfortable
which is why I'm sure she took her sweet time about it.

   "Unsatisfactory," she said finally, a result I knew was inevitable. 
"I'm going to send you back to the locker room to shower and reapply your
makeup."

   "Yes ma'am." Ms.  Bergen punched her smart phone a few times and my MMU
lit up.  I had 22 minutes to do all of that and return back for
re-inspection.  It was a ridiculously short amount of time and I turned and
began to run.

   I entered the Mailgirls locker room on the fifth floor of the north wing
and walked quickly to my locker to grab my shower supplies.  I wouldn't
have time to wash and dry my hair so I tied my hair up to keep it from
getting wet and then stepped into the shower.  As I soaped my body I
glanced at the mirror aware there was almost certainly an audience on the
other side watching me.  I was careful not to rub the numbers inked on my
body too hard since faded numbers could lead to more demerits.  I finished
up as quickly as I could, toweled off, then grabbed my makeup kit.  I
hurriedly reapplied my makeup in front of the two way mirror with who knows
how many people watching me on the other side with a closeup up view of the
upper half of my nude body. 

   My MMU flashed green as I re-entered Janice Bergen's office a few
minutes later.  I'd made it back with seconds to spare and I could see a
faint trace of disappointment on her face.  "Follow me," she said as she
led me back out to the same spot for a re-inspection.  Once again she
circled me slowly as others watched.  "I see a faint amount of perspiration
still," she said finally as she finished up.

   No shit, I wanted to shout at her.  I had to run back here to make it in
time.  "I'm sorry ma'am," was all I could say.

   She glanced at my MMU again.  "I see you have nine demerits for the day.
I'm going to add eleven more." Just enough to make sure I had to work an
additional two hours.  Bitch.

   "Thank you ma'am."

   I was released from her service and almost immediately my MMU came to
life.  I had a Premium Rush pickup order on the fourth floor of the tower
and just 90 seconds to get there.  I turned and began to run.

   My afternoon continued to be busy with an abnormal number of
non-standard delivery deadlines to meet and only the occasional break to
rest.  By four o'clock I'd accumulated five more demerits but thankfully
hadn't had to suffer any more inspections.  Things were just starting to
slow down when I got the message to report to the ninth floor of the
tower. 

   I was being summoned to Barbara's office.



   THE NEXT STEP

   Barbara was on her phone as I entered her office.  She pointed at the
floor and I kneeled down in the middle of her office as she continued her
conversation.  I soon gathered that it was with one of the company's
attorneys concerning the lawsuit against DDE by the United American
Women. 

   I hadn't been whipped again since the day I brought Lin in here but
there also hadn't been any wine drinking or quid pro quo sessions since
then either.  With everything going on Barbara was under an insane amount
of pressure and she would occasionally call me in to just kneel naked on
her floor as she worked.  Although she would never admit it I believed I
was there to help relieve the stress she was under.  Listening to her side
of phone conversations also gave me an insight into the true status of the
Mailgirls program here at DDE.

   What I'd learned was that the Board of Directors was not nearly as
unified behind the program as the company portrayed to the media.  Although
productivity and profits were up since the Mailgirls launch six months ago
and the release of Gangsta 4 had been a huge success, the company's stock
price had remained stagnant.  Analysts believed this was mainly due to
investor nervousness over the continuing controversy and media scrutiny the
Mailgirls program generated.

   CEO and founder Dan Evans remained staunchly behind the program,
however, and as long as that was the case the board would follow his lead.
At least that was the impression I got from listening to Barbara on the
phone.  I sometimes wondered about the hold Barbara seemed to have over
Evans.  Were the two of them having an affair?  I guess it wouldn't have
surprised me but I never saw any evidence of it. 

   "Bullshit!" I heard Barbara say into the phone to the company attorney.
She had gotten up from behind her desk and was pacing around the office
now. "I don't give a damn how Hiromoto does it, we're not going to modify
the contracts.  We're putting a substantial financial investment into these
girls and we need an equal commitment from them to fulfill their
contracts."

   Barbara glanced down at me as she spoke and I could see the frustration
in her eyes.  I occasionally saw cracks in her calm, smooth, unassailable
persona and this was one of those moments.  I quickly averted my gaze and
stared at the floor.

   As good as Barbara was in dealing with the media one of the criticisms
she had the hardest time defending was the substantial financial penalties
built into the Mailgirl contracts making it nearly impossible for a girl to
leave before her two year commitment was over.  Mariko had negotiated with
Hiromoto to eliminate those penalties from their contracts in return for
agreeing to stay on and becoming his whipping girl.  However, Barbara
continued to insist that the bonuses be paid up front requiring repayment
with interest, along with a large penalty, if a mailgirl broke her
contract. Attempting to leave prior to the end of the two year contract
would cost a DDE mailgirl in excess of $100,000, an amount that none of
them could afford to repay. 

   Although Barbara was able to come up with lots of seemingly logical
reasons for these penalties during media interviews I was probably the only
one who understood the true reason for it.  Barbara wanted to create a
class of nude female slaves and a woman could hardly be considered a slave
if she was free to quit and leave at any time.  She could never admit this
publicly, of course, nor would she ever use the word "slave" to describe a
mailgirl, but this was her ultimate goal. 

   Before I met Barbara I would have thought this was a totally crazy idea
that would be impossible to achieve in modern day America, but with her
indomitable will and the backing of a multi-billion dollar corporation I
wouldn't have betted against it now.  Barbara felt that she and her
Mailgirls program just needed to withstand the initial firestorm and
eventually the concept would become more acceptable over time.  Right now,
though, she was in the eye of the hurricane and the pressure on her was
starting to show.

   "No, John, we're not going to compromise on the contracts," she said
firmly into the phone.  She listened for a few seconds to the response. 
"What part of 'no' don't you understand, John?  If you want to take it up
with Dan then go ahead but he'll tell you the same damn thing." This went
on for a couple of more minutes until Barbara hung up with an exasperated
sigh.  "F*cking lawyers," she said under her breath.

   Barbara glanced down at me briefly before sitting down at her desk.  She
stared at her open laptop for a couple of minutes without ever touching it.
"Danica, would you come over here please?" she said in a quiet voice.  The
tone of it surprised me.  Not only did she use my name, it sounded like she
was asking me rather than commanding me.  I can't remember her ever using
the word "please" before in addressing me.

   I rose to my feet and walked over to her.  "Please kneel down here
beside me," she said.  I obeyed and as I got down onto my knees I felt her
hand begin to gently stroke my hair.  I wasn't quite sure what to think of
this since she'd never asked me to do this before.  Barbara sat quietly for
several minutes continuing to stroke my hair.  I was still in a subservient
position but I was being treated like a beloved pet rather than a slave
girl. 

   Barbara continued stroking my hair for several minutes as I wrestled
with my emotions wondering how to take this latest humiliation.  Did I
really spend those years of hard work earning my MBA only to end up as the
naked pet of a powerful woman?  On the other hand, her touch filled me with
a sense of warmth and comfort along with the stirrings of arousal that
always accompanied these moments of humiliation.

   Barbara was wearing a skirt suit today without panty hose and she gently
pulled my head against her bare leg until I felt her skin against my right
cheek.  She continued stroking my hair for several minutes until her hand
began a downward path until it reached my left breast.  She began fondling
it and using her thumb and forefinger to tease my rock hard nipple. 
Barbara had once told me that someday she would "allow" me to make love to
her, and I started to wonder if today was the day.  This was the most
intimate contact we'd had so far.

   I had little doubt that Barbara would eventually turn me into her
personal sex toy and I'd thought a lot about that.  I wanted it to happen.
I'd developed such intense feelings for her that I ached to be allowed to
give her pleasure.  Those thoughts were also accompanied by feelings of
guilt, since I also cared deeply for Anna and never wanted to do anything
that might hurt her.  Maybe I'm just a slut for wanting them both, I
thought to myself.  Mailslut number nine.

   "Tell me what's going on in the condo," Barbara said interrupting my
thoughts as she continued to massage my breast.  The authoritative tone was
back in her voice now, though, and I felt an odd sense of relief.  Seeing
signs of weakness and vulnerability in her bothered me for some reason. 
Maybe it was because I had chosen to surrender myself completely to her
because of the power and confidence she radiated.  Whenever the mask
slipped, even briefly, it planted seeds of doubt in my mind.  I wanted to
be commanded by someone with the power to bend me to her will, not act as a
puppy dog to cheer up my master whenever she's feeling blue.

   I started telling Barbara about the role-playing games that Anna and I
were playing and her growing fascination with BDSM and acting as the
dominant in our relationship.  When I'd first moved into her condo I was
convinced that she must have some hidden cameras and bugs in there to keep
track of us.  I'd never seen any evidence of it, though, and Barbara would
periodically ask me about what was going on there between me and Anna.  I'd
always answer truthfully.  I don't know if it was because of my submissive
personality that I revealed everything to her or if I was still concerned
that there were hidden bugs and she already knew everything anyway.

   Barbara seemed pleased by what she was hearing.  "Good," she said.  "I
want that to continue.  In fact I want to take it to the next level."
Barbara removed her hand from my breast.  "Go back to your spot and kneel,
Nine," she ordered.

   "Yes ma'am," I said as I began to rise to my feet. 

   "No.  I want you to crawl over there."

   I returned to my hands and knees and crawled to the middle of the floor
as instructed, then turned towards her desk and assumed the kneeling
position.  Barbara jabbed the face of her smartphone several times, then
began working on her laptop as she ignored me.  Several minutes later I
heard the door open behind me. 

   "Yes ma'am?" I heard the voice say.  It was Anna.

   "Kneel on the floor next to Nine," Barbara ordered.  After Anna had
complied she said, "Tell me everything that's been going on in the condo
lately." 

   Anna began speaking and told pretty much the same story that I had told
to Barbara.  Like me she was reluctant to hide anything from her.

   "Do you like being the dominant in your relationship with Nine?" Barbara
asked.  ''Do you enjoy making her walk naked to work a step behind you or
kneel on the floor next to you while you eat breakfast at the table?"

   "Yes ma'am but..." Anna's voice trailed off as she mulled over what to
say.

   "But what?"

   "I don't know ma'am, I guess I just feel kind of guilty about making her
do those things sometimes.  I'm afraid that I may go too far or make her do
something she doesn't want to do."

   "Nine, has Anna ever forced you to do anything you didn't want to do?"
Barbara asked me.

   "No ma'am," I replied.

   "In fact you find it very exciting when Anna is in control and would
like her to push things even farther wouldn't you?"

   "Yes ma'am," I replied truthfully.

   "You love the fact that I've forced you into a life of naked servitude,
don't you?  That I make you do things you would never ever have done on
your own and couldn't have even imagined doing."

   "Yes ma'am."

   "Have I ever pushed you too far, Nine.  Be honest."

   I thought about this for a minute.  "No ma'am, you haven't."

   "Not even the whippings?"

   "No ma'am."

   "There you have it, Anna," Barbara said.  "It would be very difficult
for you to push Nine too far.  She wants to be under your control.  She
craves it.  She will allow you to do almost anything you want to her,
including inflicting pain as long as it doesn't cause any physical damage.
Am I right, Nine?"

   "Yes ma'am."

   "Tell her then," Barbara said to me.  "Tell Anna what you want."

   "I want to be under your control Anna.  All the time."

   "Say that again Nine, but address her properly," Barbara ordered.

   "I want to be under your control all of the time, ma'am," I said to
Anna. "I'll do whatever you wish me to do."

   "Good," Barbara said.  "And are you ready now to accept Nine's complete
obedience and servitude, Anna?"

   "Yes, ma'am," Anna said.

   Barbara opened a desk drawer and pulled out a small box and placed it on
top of her desk.  Then she opened the box and lifted out what looked like a
silver necklace and held it in her hand.  She rose to her feet and walked
over to where the two of us were kneeling, then held it out for me to
examine.  I saw that it was actually a metallic collar formed by a series
of Y shaped links making it flexible similar to a metal watch band.  On the
front of the collar was a small plate with the number 9 engraved into it.
Although there was no attachment loop on it for a leash and it was rather
stylish looking I knew exactly what this was.  It was a slave collar.



   Barbara placed the collar around my neck and as she fastened it I heard
a click as it locked into place.  I began to tremble as I felt the cold
metal against my skin although I don't know if it was from fear or
excitement.  Barbara took a step back to examine it and a thin smile came
to her face.  "Perfect," she said.  "You'll wear this from now on, Nine. 
Permanently.  I've got the key for it so you won't be able to remove it and
you'll damage it if you try." Barbara stared at me as if expecting a
response.

   "Yes ma'am," I replied finally.  "I won't."

   "We'll do away with inking numbers on your skin," she continued.  "This
will be used to identify you instead.  I'll tell people that we're testing
this out as an alternative means of identifying mailgirls.  And we are. 
Eventually I want all of the mailgirls to wear one at work.  I want to see
the reaction you get from other DDE employees before I do it, though."

   "But you also want me to wear this away from work, is that right ma'am?"
I asked.

   "Yes," Barbara smiled.  "You are a permanent mailgirl now, Nine. 
Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.  You'll be expected to serve
Anna away from work just as you serve me and other DDE employees at
work." 

   Barbara turned to Anna.  "Anna, there's no playacting or pretend
involved any more.  Nine is not your equal or your pal or your roommate,
she is your servant.  You will call her 'Nine' and she will address you as
'ma'am.' Do you understand?"

   "Y-yes ma'am," Anna replied nervously.

   Barbara was silent for a minute as she stared at us kneeling before her.
"I'm sure that the two of you have wondered if I have listening devices or
cameras planted in the condo to spy on you.  I don't.  I don't need them
because you're going to tell me everything that's going on there, Anna, and
you will tell me the truth.  You'll tell me the truth because I'll know if
you're lying or holding anything back and you don't want to do that."

   "Yes ma'am," Anna replied.

   "I assume you've seen the small safe in the condo?" Barbara asked.

   "Yes ma'am," Anna replied.  "It's in the bedroom closet."

   "I want you to take all of Nine's credit and debit cards, along with her
driver's license and passport and any other identification cards she may
have and lock them in it.  The only identification she'll have from now on
is the number '9' on her collar and the employee ID in her MMU." A cold
chill went through my body as I heard this.  I was surrendering what little
freedom I had left and fully becoming nothing more than Mailgirl #9.

   "I don't have the combination, ma'am," Anna said.

   "You don't need it.  It's unlocked unless you've been screwing around
with it.  Just open the door and put those items in it, then close the door
and spin the dial.  I'll be the only one allowed access to it."

   "Yes ma'am," Anna replied.

   "Nine will have no access to any money or clothes or personal items,"
Barbara said.  "Nothing will belong to her.  She will be reliant on you for
everything, Anna.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes ma'am," Anna said.  "What about her car?" My car was parked in the
condo parking lot but had barely been used since we'd moved in.  I didn't
want to drive naked and Anna didn't know how to drive.

   Barbara thought about this for a minute.  "You're going to need to learn
to drive, Anna, for some of the things I have planned for the two of you in
the future," she answered finally.  "You can use Nine's car and she can
teach you.  She's not allowed to drive it though.  Start that immediately."

   "So she's going to be naked in the car while she's teaching me, ma'am?"
Anna asked.

   "Nine is to remain naked at all times so, yes.  We can't allow her to
retain ownership of the car, though.  How much do you think it's worth,
Nine?" she asked me.

   "I don't know, ma'am.  Maybe $3000?" It was an older car.  It was clean
and ran well but it wasn't worth a lot.

   "Do you have the title?" 

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "Good.  Anna will buy it from you for $3000 and you'll transfer the
title to her.  I know she has more than enough money in the bank for that.
We'll deposit the money into your account, Nine."

   "But I won't have any access to the money, though, is that right,
ma'am?" I asked. 

   "That's right, Nine.  I don't want anyone to claim that we ever stole
anything from you.  Every dime you are owed will be direct deposited into
your account, you just won't be able to touch any of it."

   So there it was.  I would have no clothes, no money, no possessions, and
no control whatsoever over my life.  Barbara was doing everything to me
that she had once promised she would, but it was happening so much faster
than I ever could have dreamed possible.  This should have sent me into a
state of shock and outrage but instead the thought of it thrilled me.  It
surprised me how intensely exciting it felt to be forced completely into a
submissive lifestyle despite the fact that I also found it very frightening
to imagine the future she was describing.  Maybe it was exciting because it
was so frightening. 

   I knew now that thinking that all of the controversy and intense
pressure on Barbara might deter her in any way from moving forward with her
plans had been foolish.  She would continue to march forward no matter how
strong the headwinds until either everything she desired came to pass or
the whole thing blew up in her face.  There would be no slowing down or
turning back.

   "One more thing," Barbara said, indicating we were about to be
dismissed. "I assume you know where Martin's Market is, Anna."

   "Yes ma'am." It was an independently owned upscale supermarket that was
only a few blocks from the condo.

   "I've negotiated with Jim Martin, the owner of the store, to allow Nine
in there.  The two of you will do all your grocery shopping there from now
on."

   "Nine will be allowed in there naked, ma'am?" Anna asked.

   "Absolutely," she said as her lips turned up in a smile.  "And over time
there will be many more places around town where Nine will be able to go."

   I followed Anna out of Barbara's office.  Since we had no immediate
orders we began walking toward the ninth floor Mailgirls mat.  "Wow Anna,"
I began to say.  "I don't know how we're...." Anna halted and spun around
to face me.

   "That's not how you address me, Nine," she said sharply.

   I stood there momentarily stunned.  "Um, we're at work now as mailgirls,
Anna.  We're equals here."

   "No we're not, Nine," Anna replied.  "You heard Barbara.  We're not
pretending or playacting any more.  This is real.  You're beneath me now
all the time.  You agreed to it so I'm not going to let you break the rules
and then have to lie to Barbara about it.  She'll know."

   I started to open my mouth to respond but I recognized the look of
stubborn resolve on Anna's face.  It was the same look I'd seen after we'd
first met as I tried to talk her out of wanting to become a mailgirl.  I'd
seen that look at other times since then and I knew that once Anna made up
her mind about something she was almost impossible to sway.  I lowered my
gaze.  "Yes, ma'am," I said to her.  "I'm sorry."

   Anna nodded.  "Okay," she replied.  "But I'm going to have to punish you
now when we get home."

   I glanced up briefly into her face searching for a sign that she was
joking but there was none.  I lowered my eyes again.  "Yes, ma'am."

   The MMU on Anna's arm lit up with a pickup order.  She glanced at it,
then turned and took off for the stairwell leaving me standing alone in the
middle of the ninth floor of the tower surrounded by men and women in
expensive power suits and designer dresses.  My nudity, the numbers inked
on my skin, and now the collar attached to my neck left no doubt about my
status among these people.  I slowly made my way past them toward the
Mailgirls mat where I assumed my subservient kneeling position, waiting for
new orders.

   I looked up and caught a woman at a nearby desk staring at me.  She
smirked and shook her head as our eyes met, then returned to her work.  I
lowered my head in shame wondering how I would react if our roles were
reversed, if I was the well-dressed employee and she was a naked mailgirl.
I'd probably have the same feelings of contempt for her as she felt for me.

   As I knelt there Anna's words kept running through my head: we're not
pretending or playacting any more.  This is real.  For the first time I
think I really understood that, understood what I'd gotten myself into. 
This had always been something of a game to me until now, a phase in my
life where I'd explore my fantasies after which I'd return to the real
world.  I'd still been thinking of it that way even just a few minutes ago
in Barbara's office when I quickly accepted all of the new restrictions
that she was imposing on me.  But now I was finally beginning to understand
the truth: Barbara had every intention of turning me into her slave. 
Permanently.

   I thought about the story that Barbara had told me about her Psych study
involving students acting as prison guards and prisoners.  It was obvious
that she was now running a real life version of that with Anna acting as
the prison guard and me as the prisoner.  I'm sure Barbara believed that we
would both soon begin internalizing these roles and if my interaction with
Anna just now was any indication she was right. 

   Although Barbara had initially been dishonest and deceptive in luring me
into the Mailgirls program she'd been remarkably honest with me once I'd
become entrapped.  She had told me in vivid detail exactly what she had
planned for me: how she was going to strip me of my clothes, my name, my
possessions, and fit me with a slave collar that told the world that I
belonged to her.  At first it had seemed so implausible but now it was all
coming to pass and was happening far faster than I ever could have
imagined. It was no longer some abstract fantasy from a distant future, it
was happening right now.  Anna was merely my surrogate master for now.  It
was only a matter of time before Barbara took her place.

   What had always sustained me before was the belief that once my two year
contract was up I would be free.  I could continue on with the game if I
wanted or I could leave, but either way I'd no longer be under contractual
constraints to prevent me from controlling my fate.  But Barbara had also
told me that I would sign another contract after this one expired and then
after that she would need no more contracts to keep me bound to her.  I
don't know how she planned to do it but I knew now that if I remained on
the path I was on she would make that happen.  After seeing how quickly she
had accomplished everything else I'd be a fool to believe otherwise.  My
window for escaping this fate was closing rapidly and it might shut
completely later today once my ID cards and bank cards were locked up out
of my reach. 

   What I should do, I told myself, is grab my credit cards, drivers
license and passport when I get back to the condo, put on some of Anna's
clothes, then get into my car and drive far, far away.  But could I do
that? And then what?  Spend years trying to pay off the burdensome debt
from having broken my contract?  And what company would ever hire me now as
a prospective management candidate after having spent the last six months
as a naked delivery girl?  There were dozens, if not hundreds, of nude
photos of me as a mailgirl floating around the internet now that would
never go away.  The MBA I'd worked so long and hard to earn wasn't worth
the paper it was printed on any more.

   I felt the weight of the collar around my neck.  Although it wasn't
constrictive I was suddenly having trouble breathing and had to fight off
the urge to try to tear it off of my neck.  I remembered Kelly's panic
attack in Barbara's office and wondered if that's what was happening to me
now.  I closed my eyes and began to take deep breaths in an attempt to calm
myself.  What finally saved me was the vibration of the MMU on my arm
alerting me to a pickup order.

   I had a pickup on the third floor.  Express delivery, of course, which
meant I had little time to get there.  I leapt to my feet and began jogging
toward the stairwell, then down the stairs.  The movement helped me get my
head back into a familiar place as I felt the stairs beneath my bare feet
and my breasts bouncing with each step as my mind focused on the path ahead
of me.

   For the next thirty minutes or so I went from one delivery order to
another, moving throughout the DDE complex from wing to wing, department to
department, delivering the mail.  I entered a zone where the only thing
that mattered was the next step, the next deadline, the next delivery
order. It was at some point during this run that I realized again that,
despite everything, I actually liked the job.  The excitement of being nude
in such a public place and in front of so many people had not diminished
over time and my body felt like a well-tuned machine.  On top of that my
ability to focus on the task at hand had never been better.  I'd always
thought before becoming a mailgirl that I was a hard worker but looking
back now it struck me just how much of my work day was spent texting on my
cell phone, reading Facebook, surfing the web, or gabbing and gossiping
with my co-workers.  As a mailgirl all of that had been stripped away and I
was left with only my duties and, literally, the bare essentials required
to accomplish them.  I guess there's a kind of zen in that type of
simplicity. 

   If not for everything else surrounding it I might have been quite
content to continue indefinitely as a mailgirl.  It was only after I
finally got a break between pickup orders that all my previous worries
flooded back in. 

   As I was walking toward the Mailgirls mat on the second floor of the
south wing I saw a Japanese technician on a ladder working on one of the
sensors that were used to track our movements.  One of the stipulations of
the contract with Hiromoto Industries was that only Hiromoto techs were
allowed to work on the equipment for proprietary reasons.  I had seen this
particular man before but had never talked to him and didn't know his name.
An idea suddenly came to me and I walked over to where he was working. 
"Excuse me, sir," I said to him as he turned to look down on me.  "Is it
possible for you to put me in touch with Mariko Isakawa?"

   The man turned and returned to his work and I wasn't sure if he
understood me or even spoke English.  "Yes," he said finally as he
continued to work on the sensor.

   "When can you do it, sir?" I asked.

   "Go," he replied.  "I will summon you when it is time."



   MARIKO

   I continued making deliveries but my mind kept returning to that
Hiromoto tech.  What had possessed me to talk to him?  I knew I'd get into
big trouble with Barbara if she found out, but it had been months since I'd
spoken to Mariko and I felt the sudden desire to reach out to her and ask
if she could help me get out of Barbara's trap if things got out of hand.

   I'd just finished a delivery on the fourth floor of the tower when I got
a summons via my MMU for a pickup in the east wing.  It was an area of the
complex that rarely used mailgirls and I'd never been to this particular
office before.  I had a feeling I knew who was summoning me and my nerves
started to rise as I made the long journey there from the tower. 

   As I entered the office my suspicions were confirmed as I saw the
Hiromoto tech I'd talked to earlier standing there with a cellphone in his
hand.  "Close the door," he ordered brusquely and I complied.  He spoke a
few words of Japanese into the phone then handed it to me.

   "Hello?" I said into the phone.

   "Danica!  I am so pleased to hear from you." I recognized Mariko's voice
immediately.  "I understand you wish to speak to me?"

   "Yes, I um..." I stopped speaking as I looked at the Hiromoto tech
standing in the room staring at me.  Mariko sensed my hesitancy. 

   "You may speak freely in front of Hideki," she said to me.  "He is loyal
to me and can be trusted to keep our conversation private."

   "Okay.  I'm so glad I got ahold of you, Mariko.  There's so much that
has happened since we last talked and I, um...I don't know what to do!" 

   "Please tell me everything, Danica.  I will help if I can."

   The floodgates opened now and I told her everything that had happened
over the previous months.  I told her about the whippings, the quid pro quo
session, the stage presentation with me as the naked prop, Anna, the condo,
the constant enforced nudity away from work, and the web that Barbara had
been slowly weaving around every aspect of my life. 

   Mariko remained silent for a few moments after I'd finished before she
spoke.  "Danica, I must tell you that you should leave there immediately.
Go to the condo and retrieve your belongings.  You should leave and do not
return."

   "Mariko, I can't get into the condo without Anna."

   "Then after work return with her to the condo.  Do not allow her to lock
up your passport and your bank cards.  It will be much more difficult for
you to escape if you do."

   I felt my heart thumping heavily in my chest.  "Do you really think it's
that bad, Mariko?  If I quit now I'll owe so much money.  And I know it
sounds crazy, but I'm not so sure that I don't want to be her naked slave,
at least for awhile."

   "I understand having those feelings, Danica," Mariko said to me.  "I
also have those kinds of feelings.  However, my arrangement with Mr. 
Hiromoto allows me to leave at any time if I choose.  I believe it is
Barbara's intention that you never be allowed to leave.  That is what she
has told Mr.  Hiromoto."

   "She has?" I responded, surprised that Barbara had been revealing her
plans for me with Hiromoto.

   "Yes," Mariko replied.  "She has told him that one day she will be able
to openly own you as a naked slave.  Mr.  Hiromoto found that very amusing.
He did not believe that such a thing would be possible in America.  Barbara
assured him that she has a plan to make it happen."

   I should have been shocked by this but I wasn't.  Barbara had pretty
much told me the same thing.  What frightened me was her absolute
confidence that she could make it happen.  "Barbara told me that after this
contract expires I would sign another one.  She seems certain that it will
happen, although I don't know why."

   "I would not underestimate her," Mariko said.

   I let out a short humorless laugh.  "Believe me, Mariko, I don't.  If
somehow she forces me to sign another contract is there something you can
do to intervene?"

   Mariko was silent for a few moments.  "I cannot," she said.  "Mr. 
Hiromoto has taken a personal interest in the DDE arrangement and Barbara
Anderson.  He is fascinated by her.  Only Mr.  Hiromoto would be able to
intervene to help you.  I do believe he could be convinced to help."

   "You want me to convince Hiromoto to help me?  Why would he ever do
that?"

   "You must offer him something of value.  As I have said, Mr.  Hiromoto
does nothing without receiving something in return."

   "What the hell could I ever offer Hiromoto?  You want me to fly to Tokyo
and have sex with him?  Let him whip me?"

   "Of course not," Mariko replied.

   "Then what?" 

   "Mr.  Hiromoto values information."

   "Mariko, what kind of information could I give him he would care about.
I'm just a mailgirl."

   "Yes," she said, "you are a mailgirl.  No one sees or hears more than
the lowly mailgirl, She goes everywhere and is seen by all, yet remains
invisible.  She is not worthy of hiding secrets from." This was the second
time that Mariko had told me this and I now understood the truth of it. 
I'd been everywhere in the DDE complex, from the executive lounge on the
tenth floor of the tower to the production floor of Gangsta to the
accounting offices in the south wing.  Over the past six months I had seen
and heard many things. 

   I may have been slow on the uptake but I finally realized what Mariko
was asking me to do.  A lowly mailgirl made the perfect corporate spy.  Few
people thought of us as anything other than eye candy and mindless bimbos
so it never occurred to them to hide anything from us.  No other employee
moved so often and so freely between every department in the company

   "So you want me to be a spy?  Why?  We're a gaming company.  What kind
of information could I provide that would be useful to Hiromoto
Industries?"

   "Mr.  Hiromoto values all information," Mariko replied.  "He believes
information is power."

   "I don't know, Mariko.  I don't think I want to spy on my own company."

   "It is a company that lied to you in getting you to join its Mailgirls
program.  It is a company with a top executive who wishes to enslave
you." 

   I couldn't argue with any of that.  DDE certainly deserved it, but the
idea of becoming involved in corporate espionage still bothered me.  It
seemed like I'd be crossing yet another line that I thought I'd never
cross. 

   "I'll think about it, Mariko.  I should go though.  I've been here too
long.  Barbara will become suspicious when she sees this on my log." I knew
that Barbara looked at a log each day of all of my pickups and deliveries
and this stop was going to stand out like a dandelion in a rose garden.

   "Visits to this office will never show up on any log," Mariko said. 
"Barbara will see nothing unusual in your daily log."

   When I heard this I suddenly realized that this office must have been
established as a safe room for mailgirls within the DDE complex long before
I ever contacted the Hiromoto tech earlier today.  Suddenly everything
began to click into place.  I remembered Mariko's small office and her
admission that the Mailgirls program, despite its notoriety, generated very
little money for Hiromoto Industries.

   It was then that I had a moment of clarity: Mr.  Hiromoto didn't give a
damn about making money from selling licenses and technology to his
Mailgirls program, he was using it for corporate espionage!  It allowed him
to gain access to inside information from corporations all over the world.

   "I have to go Mariko," I said.  "I'll think about it, I promise."

   "Very well, Danica," she replied.  "You must do what you think is best.
I will be in touch again."

   I hung up the cellphone, handed it to Hideki and fled from the room.



   DECISION TIME

   The sky was turning dark as Anna and I left DDE headquarters for our
walk back to the condo.  The rains from this morning had ended and the sky
had partially cleared, but a chill remained in the fall air raising
goosebumps on my bare skin.  Anna had continued to remain in character as
my superior in the locker room at the end of our shift, referring to me as
"Nine" or "girl" as I scrubbed the numbers from her skin.  She had refused
to help scrub mine, though, so I'd been forced to ask one of the Gonzalez
twins to help me.  At least I won't have to wear the numbers in the future,
I thought to myself.  If I have a future as a mailgirl.

   As I walked naked a step behind Anna with my new collar attached to my
neck I thought about the possibility of being forced to do this permanently
with Barbara eventually replacing Anna as my master.  I believed now that
this might actually be my fate as control over my own destiny continued to
fade.  If I allowed Anna to lock up my bank cards and ID's today I knew I'd
be taking another large step toward that future.  I was still torn over
what I was going to do as Anna unlocked the condo door.  I followed her
through the entrance.

   I helped Anna remove her jacket and hung it up in the closet, then stood
waiting for instructions.  Anna seemed lost in thought herself.  "You need
to get all the stuff that Barbara said and give it to me to lock up," she
said finally.  A chill ran down my back.

   "Yes ma'am." I entered the master bedroom as Anna followed.  I pulled
open a drawer where I kept the few personal items I had remaining and it
hit me with full force that once I surrendered these I would have nothing.
I'd be as naked and dependent as the day I was born.

   Once again I thought about grabbing everything, putting on some of
Anna's clothes, jumping into my car and leaving, never to return.  That
would have been the smart play, maybe the first smart thing I'd done since
that first meeting with Barbara.  Instead I felt an irresistible pull
toward seeing this through, seeing where it would lead despite the risks
involved.

   I thought about the sonnet "Ozymandias" that Barbara had recited to me
and her belief that life should be lived boldly because everything we do
will eventually be erased by time anyway.  I knew she had fed me that to
encourage me to throw caution to the wind, but once again she had read me
perfectly.  The last six months had been the most thrilling of my life and
I didn't want to abandon it now for the sake of returning to some degree of
"normalcy" only to forever regret not having ridden this roller coaster
ride to the end. 

   On the other hand I didn't want to just continue on blindly and hope for
the best.  Barbara was leaving me with no cards to play so I thought again
about what Mariko had told me today.  Could I really expect help from
Hiromoto if I supplied him with inside information about DDE?  After
everything that had happened I no longer felt any loyalty toward DDE, but
relying on help from a yakuza mobster who lived half way around the world
was a dubious plan at best.  Ultimately, though, I trusted Mariko more than
any of the other players in the game.  If she said Hiromoto would help me
then I would need to have faith in that, although I had no idea what
information I could come up with that would be useful to him.

   I pulled the title to my car out of the drawer, signed and dated it, and
placed it on the counter.  Then I retrieved my passport, driver's license,
birth certificate, and all of my bank cards and handed them to Anna.

   "I'll need your cellphone, too," she said to me.

   "Barbara never mentioned that, ma'am."

   "I know, but she said all of your possessions."

   I sighed and retrieved my phone and handed it to Anna, then followed her
to the closet where the small safe was located.  The safe door was open
just as Barbara had said it would be, although I couldn't remember ever
seeing it open before.  She must have been in here recently to unlock it, I
thought. 

   Anna placed everything in the safe then turned to me.  "Are you sure you
want to do this, Danica?" she asked, breaking from her role for the first
time since the meeting with Barbara.  "Once I close the door I won't be
able to unlock it." I sensed that this was a frightening moment for her as
well since I'd now be totally dependent on her and our relationship would
be forever altered.

   I smiled at her.  "Yes ma'am, I do." Anna nodded and I watched as she
locked the last of my possessions away. 

   I took a deep breath.  For better or worse I had just gone all in.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl Part 45

   TAKEN FOR A RIDE

   I was kneeling on a Mailgirls mat on the fourth floor of the tower in
between deliveries when I saw Barbara approaching.  "Go put away your MMU,
take a shower and meet me in the executive parking lot in thirty minutes,"
she said, then turned and walked away before I could respond.

   For Barbara to seek me out like this rather than summoning me to her
office was very unusual and a sudden unease came over me.  Had Barbara
found out?  Already?

   Yesterday, a week after my first phone call with Mariko in the Hiromoto
safe room, I'd been summoned back there.  "Tell me everything you have seen
and heard as a mailgirl relating to company business," Mariko had told me
over the phone.  "Do not concern yourself about whether it is important or
not.  I will decide what is worthy of passing on to Mr.  Hiromoto and what
is not." So I'd spent nearly thirty minutes telling Mariko everything I'd
learned about DDE's projects and plans, both rumored and real.  I knew some
of it was dated information that had already been made public but I also
told her things I knew were privy to only a few people at the highest
level. Many executives and managers loved to make us lowly naked mailgirls
wait while they were on the phone or discussing business with colleagues in
their office and they thought so little of us that they had no concern
about what we might see or hear.

   I thought that I'd feel some sense of shame or guilt about passing on
DDE secrets to a foreign company but afterwards I was surprised to find
that I didn't.  Although I'd been a mostly willing participant since
becoming a mailgirl I hadn't forgotten the lies and deceit that had been
used to lure me into this life in the first place.  DDE had cynically
turned a bright, well-educated young woman with a promising future into a
naked delivery girl and I no longer felt any loyalty to the company
whatsoever.

   What did concern me, though, was Barbara finding out about this and what
she might do to me if she did.  Mariko had said that my visits to that
office would never be recorded on my log but Barbara always seemed to know
everything.  I told myself that she wasn't omniscient and couldn't know
everything going on in the sprawling DDE complex, but now she had suddenly
broken from routine in ordering me to meet her and that had me worried.

   Back in the Mailgirls locker room I quickly showered and re-applied my
makeup, then made my way toward the executive parking lot beneath the tower
wearing only the metal collar that was now a permanent fixture around my
neck.  Barbara was already waiting for me as I entered through the door
that led into the parking area.  "Follow me," she ordered. 

   It was mid-afternoon and no one else was in the lot as she led me to her
car, a black Lexus sedan.  The side windows of the car were tinted and I
could see a mirrored image of myself in them as I approached.  It still
struck me as odd whenever I caught a glimpse of my nude body in public
places and saw what others were seeing.

   Barbara unlocked the doors with her key fob.  "Get in the back," she
ordered.  I opened the car door and saw a towel on the seat, placed there
presumedly to protect the leather from my lady juices.  Next to it was what
looked like a folded black scarf.  I crawled into the back seat and shut
the door as Barbara got in up front behind the wheel and turned to look
back at me.  "Buckle up and tie on the blindfold," she ordered.  My world
went black as I tied the black scarf around my eyes. 

   I heard the engine fire up and felt the car begin to move.  My
uneasiness continued to build as the muted sounds of city streets and
traffic reached my ears.  Once again Barbara was ripping me out of my
comfort zone and taking me on a journey into the unknown.

   Comfort zone.  Those words probably don't really accurately describe any
aspect of my life since meeting Barbara.  Equilibrium might be a better
description.  Barbara always allowed me time to find a tenuous sense of
balance before giving me another shove past my boundaries.  This
blindfolded car ride with no explanation about where we were going was
something new and different and I was beginning to tremble with fear and
anticipation of what might lie ahead.  Would she order me out of the car
somewhere in the middle of town to humiliate me in front of a bunch of
strangers?  Would she abandon me to find may way back home, naked and
alone? Was I going to be whipped as punishment for spilling company secrets
to Hiromoto?  My mind swirled with possible scenarios as the car snaked its
way through traffic.

   We'd been driving for maybe twenty minutes or so when the car eased to a
halt.  Barbara turned off the engine and, without saying a word, exited the
car and shut the door.  I was left alone as I heard the electronic click of
the door locks.  My anxiety continued to escalate with each passing minute
as I fought off the urge to lift the blindfold to try to see where I was.
For all I knew Barbara was standing right outside of the car watching me to
see if I would do that.

   Finally I heard the sound of footsteps approaching.  The car doors
unlocked and my door was pulled open.  "God dammit, Barbara, are you
completely insane bringing her here like this?" I heard an unfamiliar
female voice say.  Barbara simply laughed in response.  "Get her out of
there and bring her in through the back door," the woman said.

   "Get out, Nine," Barbara commanded and I turned and slid out the door as
Barbara shut it behind me.  I felt Barbara's hands on my shoulders as she
began guiding me forward. 

   "Why the hell do you have her blindfolded anyway?" the woman asked.

   "For fun," Barbara replied.

   Barbara continued to guide me over pavement, then grass, then a wooden
deck before entering through a door.  She walked me through several rooms
before halting me and untying the blindfold.  I blinked several times to
adjust to the light and found myself in a large, well-appointed kitchen. 
Barbara opened a door revealing a wine rack, then pulled out several
bottles and examined them before finding one she liked.  She placed the
bottle on a large kitchen island along with a corkscrew and several wine
glasses.  "Just help yourself to whatever I've got here, Barbara," the
woman said sarcastically.  Barbara ignored her.

   "Pour each of us a glass of wine and bring it to us in the next room,
Nine," Barbara said to me.

   "Yes ma'am."

   "Do you really call her Nine?" the woman asked incredulously.

   Barbara laughed.  "We have a lot to talk about, Joyce.  Let's do it in
the den." Joyce followed her out of the kitchen and I marveled at the fact
that Barbara remained in charge even in what was presumedly this woman's
house. 

   I uncorked the bottle and began pouring the wine.  Of all the possible
scenarios that had run through my head as I rode here naked and blindfolded
this hadn't been one of them.  I felt a little better since this didn't
seem to have anything to do with me spilling secrets to Hiromoto.  I knew
Barbara well enough, though, to know that she hadn't brought me here to
just serve wine.  She wanted this woman, whoever she was, to see me and the
control she had over me.

   I carried the two glasses of wine into the next room where the women
were seated.  Joyce thanked me as I handed her the first glass, her eyes
roaming over my body.  The woman was fortyish, slightly plump but still
attractive with well-coiffed dark hair and manicured nails.  She had the
look of a professional woman and I guessed that she might be some type of
business associate of Barbara's.  They obviously knew each other well.

   I got no thanks from Barbara when I handed her the glass of wine.  "You
can kneel on the floor, Nine," was all she said.  I took my place on the
carpeted floor facing the women.

   Joyce laughed and shook her head.  "You've got her well trained, I'll
say that for you."

   "She's had her moments of rebellion and insubordination, but she's
learning."

   The two women began chatting and I soon discovered that Joyce was a
member of the city council and was running for mayor of Wildwood, the
suburb where DDE was located.  She was apparently locked in a tight race
with the incumbent mayor.  "I see you're still down two points in the
latest poll," Barbara said to her.

   Joyce shrugged.  "It's within the margin of error and I've been
gaining."

   "Yes, you have been," Barbara replied.  "That's why I'm here."

   "Ah," Joyce replied with a bemused smirk.  "And I thought you were here
in the spirit of friendship.  Let me guess, Barbara, you're going to tell
me how you can help get me over the top in the election in exchange for a
couple of favors down the road.  A little tit for tat.  Or in this case,
tits for tat," she said glancing at my bare breasts.

   "That's exactly right, Joyce.  I can help get you over the hump in the
election."

   "You're a little late to the party, Barbara.  I could've used your help
months ago, not three weeks before the election.

   "I had to know you had a legit shot of winning before I got onboard,"
Barbara replied.  "It wouldn't have been in my interest to back a losing
horse."

   "You're so flattering," Joyce laughed.  "But if you think you can get
this horse across the finish line, I'm listening."

   Barbara took a sip of wine before responding.  "I can deliver at least
75 percent of the DDE votes for you.  Maybe more."

   "Really?" Joyce replied.  "75 percent?  Wow.  That would be, what...one
hundred votes?  Two hundred?  You've got a lot of millennials working there
and we both know they don't vote, especially not in local elections."

   '"Don't worry, I'll get out the DDE vote," Barbara promised.  "We're
offering time off with pay on election day for employees to go to the
polls. The department with the highest percentage of people exercising
their civic duty will be rewarded with a party served by twenty-four nude
mailgirls.  Those two things will motivate the hell out of the north wing
in particular where you'll get at least ninety percent of the votes."

   "Why are you so sure they'd vote for me?"

   "Because the geeks there love the mailgirls and we'll let it be known
that your opponent is hostile to them and may try to pass laws preventing
us from using mailgirls."

   "Robert?  He's got nothing against mailgirls.  Hell, he'd use them in
city hall if he thought he could get away with it.  He told the chief of
police to not hassle your girl here on her naked walks to work."

   Barbara shrugged.  "The geeks don't need to know that."

   "Listen Barbara, if you think I'm going to come out publicly as the
Mailgirls' candidate you're f*cking nuts.  I'm not going anywhere near that
hot potato."

   "You don't have to," Barbara replied.  "We'll just quietly float the
rumor around the DDE complex.  Thar'll be enough."

   Joyce took a sip of wine as she thought about what Barbara was saying.
"Alright, let's say you can net me a couple of thousand DDE votes.  That'll
help, but it's no guarantee of putting me over the top."

   "No, but I've also dug up a little dirt on Robert that if released just
prior to the election definitely would."

   "What is it?" Joyce asked.

   Barbara laughed and shook her head.  "If I told you then you could have
your people release it and you wouldn't need me."

   Joyce let out a sigh.  "Why do I feel like I'm about to crawl into bed
with the devil.  I need some more f*cking wine."



   Barbara nodded at me.  I rose to my feet and re-filled both of their
glasses, then returned to my spot on the floor.  I admit that I was
fascinated by the conversation and my glimpse into the seamy underbelly of
politics.  I wondered how many quiet conversations like this took place in
backrooms around the country that would ultimately influence elections and
decide our political leaders and policies.

   "Alright Barbara," Joyce continued, "let's say that you do help get me
elected.  What are you going to want in return?"

   "I want my mailgirls to be able to go off property to make pickups and
deliveries around town."

   "Naked?  No f*cking way!"

   "Why not?"

   "Because there are families with kids here."

   "I won't be sending them to elementary schools," Barbara replied. 
"Besides there's nothing inherently obscene about the nude female body and
its nothing that kids these days can't see within a couple of mouse clicks
anyway.  And how many people really object to seeing a beautiful naked
woman?  A lot less than you think, Joyce."

   "Even if that's true if we make public nudity legal what's to prevent
not-so-beautiful fat naked guys from walking around town?" Joyce responded.

   "You wouldn't be making public nudity legal except for licensed
mailgirls.  That way nudity would be limited to young, attractive women. 
The law could be sold as promoting job creation in the Mailgirls industry."

   "The Mailgirls industry?" Joyce laughed.  "You've hired all of
twenty-four women!  That's not an industry, it's a tiny boutique you've
created to serve your own fetishes."

   Barbara took a sip of wine and smiled.  "That's only the beginning,
Joyce.  We're in negotiations with half a dozen companies interested in
their own Mailgirls program.  They're simply waiting to see how this
lawsuit by United American Women plays out first."

   "And how will it play out?"

   "It's going to go away soon and will do so in a way that damages UAW and
discourages future lawsuits.  When that happens we'll show everyone just
how much our profits and productivity have increased since we started the
Mailgirls program at DDE.  Without the lawsuit hanging over our heads our
stock will rise and those companies are going to be much more willing to
take the plunge."

   I wasn't surprised to hear about the lawsuit going away since it was the
same thing Mariko had told me over the phone.  Hiromoto's people had
somehow gotten to the former DDE mailgirl bringing the suit.  The fix was
in.

   "Alright, let's say all of that happens," Joyce said.  "I still don't
see any mass job creation taking place in Wildwood as a result of this
so-called Mailgirls industry."

   "For starters we'd hire and train all future mailgirls here before they
go to whatever company they eventually end up working for."

   "A Mailgirls Academy?" Joyce laughed, shaking her head.  "Jesus."

   "Future Mailgirls contracts won't be tied to any single company,"
Barbara continued.  "All Mailgirls contracts will originate with us and
will then be sold on the open market to the highest bidder."

   'That sounds a hell of a lot like a slave market to me," Joyce said.

   Barbara shook her head.  "It's perfectly legal.  Employers will be
buying contracts, not girls.  And the women will have full knowledge of
this when they sign the contracts.  Only companies licensed by Hiromoto and
DDE will be allowed to buy or sell the contracts and they will be held to
strict standards in how mailgirls are treated."

   ''Yes but the girl will be forced to follow the contract to whoever buys
it.  The optics of it still look terrible."

   "We'll be doing it discreetly.  It's not like we'll be auctioning the
girls off in the public square."

   This was the first time I'd heard any of this and I was shocked by it.
It did sound an awful lot like a slave market to me.  Mailgirls would have
little or no say where they worked or who they worked for.  I was very glad
my own contract was limited specifically to working for DDE and this made
me even more determined not to sign another contract after this one
expired. I had no desire to be sold to the highest bidder.

   Joyce shook her head.  "I still don't see how this will create an
economic boom for the city.  How much of a market will there ever be for
mailgirls?  Most companies won't go near them."

   "Most older established companies won't, that's true," Barbara said. 
"They're too hidebound and conservative to take risks.  The companies
interested in Mailgirls are young, hungry high tech startups that aren't
bound by convention.  They look at DumpsterDawg Enterprises as a successful
model of what they someday want to become.  They're also the type of
companies that could be lured to establish their base in Wildwood."

   "You think they'll be lured here by a nascent Mailgirls industry?" Joyce
asked incredulously.

   "Not just by that.  The reason that DDE made the decision to make
Wildwood its home is because the city has a young, well-educated
population, good schools, and plenty of relatively cheap land."

   "And we gave you a hell of a tax break to build here," Joyce added.

   "Yes, and that.  Those conditions still exist as long as you offer a
similar tax break.  If you also make this a mailgirls-friendly city I
believe we could help lure some of these companies to move here.''

   "You couldn't do that without mailgirls being involved?" Joyce asked.

   "The only reason these companies are talking to us right now is because
of their interest in our Mailgirls program.  This gives us the opportunity
to also sell them on Wildwood."

   Joyce let out a curt laugh.  "You know, I bet you probably could sell
them on Wildwood if you wanted to, Barbara.  Hell, you could probably sell
a fire pit to the Devil himself if you were motivated enough.  So it's
going to be my job as mayor to keep you motivated by allowing you to turn
my fair city into a Mailgirls version of Silicon Valley, am I right?

   "You always were a quick study, Joyce," Barbara smiled as she took
another sip of wine.

   'You do know that even if I do make it so your naked girls can wander
the streets I can't force private businesses to allow them in their doors.
'No shoes, no shirts, no pants, no service' and all that."

   "I know," Barbara replied, "but some will allow them in.  We already
have an agreement with Martin's Market and more will follow."

   I thought about my first trip into Martin's Market with Anna the other
day wearing nothing but this collar around my neck.  I'd thought that my
months of nudity at DDE would have prepared me for it, but it hadn't.  The
shame and humiliation I'd felt as I followed Anna around the store as other
shoppers stared had been incredible.  Breaking yet another taboo had
created an intense arousal that had me fighting off an orgasm right there
in the frozen foods section.  After getting back to the condo I found out
that Anna had also been turned on by it and she practically dragged me into
the bedroom.  Only after multiple orgasms did she finally get around to
ordering me to put the groceries away.

   I looked up and caught Joyce staring at me.  "She certainly is
beautiful," she said.  "Can you leave her here for the night?"

   "No," Barbara said.  "She's mine."

   "Not even in exchange for an agreement to everything you asked for?"

   "Nope.  I'm not a pimp and she's not for sale.  Either the deal stands
on its own merits or it doesn't.  You decide." My way or the highway. 
Classic Barbara.  She was fearless even in dealing with the potential
future mayor of the city.  In this case I was grateful for that, relieved
that I hadn't been offered up as a sweetener to the deal.

   Joyce sighed and rose to her feet as Barbara followed suit.  "The deal
stands on its own," Joyce said.  "If you can get me elected and bring
business into the city like you say you can I'll help you turn Wildwood
into the capital of your Mailgirls fiefdom." Barbara reached out her hand
and the two of them shook on it.

   "Now f*ck off and don't bring her back here," Joyce said as she turned
and walked away.  "And make sure the neighbors don't see her on the way
out."

   REFLECTIONS

   Once again I found myself in the back seat of Barbara's car as it
cruised through city streets, this time without a blindfold.  Barbara
hadn't said a word since leaving Joyce's place so I stared out the window
at the cars around me and their occupants.  How different their lives were
than mine.  I'd once been like them, commuting to and from work every day,
sitting in my cubicle.  My whole focus back then had been on gaining a
promotion to a position where I would have my own office, more power and
responsibility, more money, and a path to yet another promotion.  Now I had
nothing, not even clothes on my back. 

   I thought about Barbara, Joyce, Hiromoto, Dan Evans, and the DDE
executives I'd served in the tenth floor executive lounge.  Over the past
six months I'd learned a great deal about the machinations of powerful
people and how deals were brokered in whispered conversations over
cocktails or in secret meetings in back rooms and private homes.  I was
nothing more than a pawn to be moved around the board by these people and
my submissive nature made that my desired place in this game, or so Barbara
had told me.  Was I really a submissive by nature or was this something
that Barbara had manipulated me into believing? 

   What I had discovered for a certainty about myself was that I was a
thrill junkie and an exhibitionist.  I got off on the excitement and
humiliation of being naked in public and this hadn't diminished at all even
after months of constant nudity.  I'd gladly choose now to live my life in
the nude - all the time, everywhere - if I could.  Since that was Barbara's
goal for me I wondered if that was the reason I'd chosen to continue down
this perilous path, rather than by a submissive desire to be controlled. 
Couldn't I get that same thrill by choosing on my own to be nude rather
than being forced into it?  I wasn't at all sure, though, if I could force
myself to do it without a push from someone like Barbara to make me do it.

   I also wondered why, if I was such a submissive, I had spent so much of
my life attaining the education and knowledge required to lead other
people? I felt more confused than ever about who I was.  Did I want to be
the chess master or the pawn?  Or neither?  And even if I did have a strong
submissive nature did I really need to allow myself to be pushed to this
extreme to satisfy it?  Would it be possible to be a strong dynamic
business woman in public while satisfying my submissive urges in private? 

   I thought about my relationship with Anna and how she was maturing from
a frightened, bullied little girl into a confident, independent woman
before my eyes.  She was learning to take control of her own life at the
same time she was learning to control mine.  Anna had taken over all of our
finances, planned the meals, made the shopping lists, and was now learning
to drive.  She was also learning to be the dominant in our relationship and
was trying to do it in a way that was forceful without being bullying or
mean-spirited.  If Barbara had been hoping to drive a wedge between us by
forcing Anna into a role as my prison guard then so far it wasn't working.
If anything our relationship was deepening.

   On the other hand I couldn't deny my deep desire for Barbara either. 
Despite everything - or maybe because of everything - I found myself
captivated by her and her intoxicating blend of beauty, confidence,
intelligence, and charisma.  I was always on edge in her presence, not
knowing what would happen next, yet this only made me feel more alert and
alive.  I doubt that anyone else could have made me willingly choose this
life or continue on this road despite the future she'd openly mapped out
for me.  Even now as I rode naked in the back seat of her car toward some
unknown destination I felt her seductive allure casting a spell over me,
making me want to see where and how this ride ended.  Wherever we were
going it wasn't back to DDE headquarters or the condo.

   The car turned onto a quiet street and began meandering through an
upscale residential neighborhood past beautiful homes with perfectly
manicured lawns.  The end of the street led into a cul-de-sac and the car
pull into the driveway of a large single-story house.  Barbara reached up
and pushed the button on a remote attached to the visor and my pulse
quickened as the garage door began to rise. 

   Barbara was taking me home.



   Confessions of a Mailgirl Part 46

   HARSH TRUTHS

   We entered Barbara's house through the garage door into her living room.
I followed one step behind, naked as always except for the metal collar
with the number nine on it.  Once inside she turned to me and with a bright
smile said, "Welcome to my home, Danica.  I'm going to go change and then
we'll have some wine and talk for awhile.  Feel free to explore the house.
Mi casa es su casa." Then she turned and quickly strode out of the room as
I stood there dumbfounded by her sudden transformation from the commanding
business woman I'd been with for the past several hours to cheerful welcome
hostess.  It was as if she had simply slipped off one mask and put on
another.  It wasn't the first time I'd seen this kind of sudden
transformation and sometimes I wondered which mask was the real Barbara, or
if there even was a real Barbara.

   I looked around the living room.  It was immaculate and expensively
furnished just as I'd have expected in a home owned by her, but it looked
like it was a room that had been staged by a designer.  It didn't have a
lived-in feel to it.  There was a large flat screen TV on the wall but
somehow I doubted she hung out in here at night watching rom-coms on
Netflix.

   I wandered from there into a gourmet kitchen with granite countertops,
stainless steel appliances, and a large island with eat-in bar and stools.
It was a beautiful kitchen but it had the same unused feel as the living
room.  I opened a few cabinets and the refrigerator and found little in the
way of food or cooking ingredients.  Barbara obviously either ordered in or
ate out.  She was no cook.

   I continued my tour of the house.  It was certainly lovely, filled with
hardwood flooring, high ceilings, and tasteful furnishings, but it
continued to feel like a model home.  There were few personal touches in it
that you'd normally find in a person's home.

   I walked down a corridor and peeked into a partially opened door and
discovered a large exercise room.  The room held a number of exercise
machines, a yoga mat, pilates equipment and the faint smell of sweat. 
Unlike what I'd seen so far I could tell this was a room that got a lot of
use. 

   Across from the exercise room was another door.  I turned the knob and
opened it just far enough to poke my head inside and take a look.  The
shades were drawn so I flipped on the light switch to get a better look
into the darkened room and immediately realized that this was where Barbara
spent most of her time when she was here.  I hesitated about entering but
she had told me to feel free to explore the house, so I swung the door open
and stepped inside.

   I found myself in a large den with a leather chair, a brass floor lamp
used as a reading light, and a side table with several books and a pair of
reading glasses resting on it.  The chair faced a beautiful gas fireplace
built into the wall while another wall was covered with a set of built-in
bookshelves filled with books.  In one corner stood a beautiful antique
grandfather clock.  It was the only room I'd seen so far that Barbara
seemed to care about but it felt like a lonely room.  This was her refuge,
her sanctuary from the rest of the world.

   I walked over to the bookshelves and skimmed the titles.  They were
hard-cover books on history, warfare, psychology, philosophy and classical
literature.  Not much here in the way of light reading, I thought to
myself. I pulled a copy of Sun Tzu's "The Art of War" off the shelf and
opened it up.  It was well worn and heavily annotated and highlighted. 
Next I opened a large volume of Shakespeare's complete works and found the
same.  These books definitely weren't here as props or for show.  Barbara
was not only reading them she appeared to be devouring them trying to
consume every ounce of knowledge held within.

   A book title caught my eye and I pulled it off the shelf.  It was an
English version of an unauthorized biography of Mr.  Hiromoto.  It looked
like a fairly new book but like the others it was heavily highlighted and
annotated.  She must have bought it prior to her first meeting with the man
to negotiate on behalf of DDE to become his North American partners in the
Mailgirls program.  It illustrated to me how thoroughly prepared Barbara
was in everything she did.

   "I see you've found my hidey hole."

   Startled, I turned to find Barbara standing in the doorway, a bottle of
wine and two glasses in her hands. 

   "I-I'm sorry, ma'am.  I didn't mean to intrude." Barbara was wearing a
purple bikini top with a colorful sarong wrapped around her waist.  Her
dark hair, which had earlier been tied up in a bun, was now spilling down
over her shoulders.  She looked stunning.

   "No need to apologize, Danica.  I told you that you could explore.  And
no 'ma'ams' for the rest of the evening.  Tonight we're equals." She
flashed a radiant smile at me then nodded her head in the direction of the
doorway.  "Come."

   I placed the Hiromoto bio back onto the shelf and followed her out of
the room.  She led me to the back of the house and through a sliding glass
door onto a patio.  She motioned for me to take a seat on a small sofa
rather than kneel on the ground, a sign that she really was treating me
like an equal tonight. 

   The sun was going down now and there was a chill in the air.  Barbara
placed the wine and glasses on a nearby table, then walked to a wall switch
and ignited a large rectangular gas fire pit.  I immediately felt the
warmth of the flames and saw its reflection in the waters of a swimming
pool beyond the patio.

   Barbara poured two glasses of wine, handed one to me, then slid in
beside me.  "Thank you, ma'am...um, I mean Barbara." I'd been forced to
speak deferentially to her for so long that it felt unnatural now to call
her by name.  She raised her wine glass toward me and I clinked mine
against hers.

   Barbara took a sip and smiled at me.  "No quid pro quo tonight, Danica.
We'll just talk.  No restrictions." I nodded and took a sip of wine.  "So
what do you think of my house?" she asked.

   "It's beautiful."

   "Are you disappointed you didn't find my 'Fifty Shades of Grey' torture
chamber?" 

   "Um, I don't..." I mumbled, unsure how to answer. 

   "I'm kidding," Barbara laughed.  "I don't actually have one of those
here.  Or anywhere for that matter.  The truth is I'm no dominatrix
although I'm willing to play one on occasion."

   "So who are you then, Barbara?  Really?" The question jumped so quickly
from my brain to my mouth that it bypassed the internal filter between them
and I immediately wondered if I'd gone too far in asking it.  Barbara
didn't seem bothered by it though.

   "That's a fair question," she replied as she stared into the fire.  "I
should probably start by telling you where I come from.  I suppose you
think I was a child of privilege?"

   "Weren't you?"

   She shook her head.  "My parents died in a car crash when I was six.  I
spent years being shuffled between relatives and foster homes.  No one
really wanted me."

   "I'm so sorry," I said.  "I didn't know."

   Barbara shrugged.  "It happened.  You may not believe it now but I was
actually a very shy, lonely girl when I was young.  I took refuge in books
and reading.  Still do, as you can see from your discovery of my den."

   "So what happened?"

   "When I was a teenager I decided I hated my life and who I was so I
started reading psychology and self-help books.  A lot of it was crap and
academic mumbo jumbo but I did find things that had practical value in the
real world.  Two things in particular."

   "What were they?" I asked. 

   "The first was from a self-help book that said to simply start acting
the way that you want people to see you even if you don't feel that way
inside.  So I began acting as if I was a confident, outgoing person even
though I didn't feel that way at all.  I was terrible at it at first,"
Barbara laughed.  "People just thought I was weird.  But I kept at it until
I actually did start to feel that way."

   "So you're saying your confidence is an act?"

   Barbara shook her head.  "Not anymore.  It took years of acting
confident before I truly felt that way, but it's who I am now.  It's no
longer an act."

   "So what was the second thing you learned?"

   "That thoughts and desires are only meaningful if they translate into
action."

   "Are you saying that what we think and feel inside aren't important?" I
asked.

   Barbara took a sip of wine and stared back into the fire before
continuing.  "I had a roommate in college who was an aspiring writer. 
That's actually how she would introduce herself to people, as an 'aspiring
writer.' She used to read books on writing, take classes on writing, attend
seminars on writing, but the whole time I knew her she never once sat down
and wrote anything that wasn't required for her classes.  Not a word.  One
day I asked her why she never wrote anything and she just gave me some
bullshit excuse about waiting for her muse." Barbara laughed and shook her
head.  "I bet that silly bitch is still an aspiring writer today, still
waiting for the Great American Novel to spring fully formed into her head
so she can start putting it down on paper.  I did learn an important lesson
from her, though."

   "What's that?"

   "If you want to be a writer then sit your your goddamn ass down and
start writing.  Even if what you write is the worst garbage anyone has ever
read you keep doing it until it's not.  You may never become Shakespeare
but eventually you will become a writer and not just aspire to it.  That
same principle can be applied to becoming a painter or a musician or a
rodeo cowboy or a CEO.  You are what you do, not what you dream about or
what you desire or what you think you're like inside."

   I thought about what she was saying.  "I know that you have to work at
something to become good at it but I don't agree that you're only the sum
total of what you do.  It is important what you're like inside."

   "Why?" Barbara asked.  "If what you're like inside doesn't ever produce
anything of value to other people then what good is it?"

   "Is that all you think other people are good for?  For what they can do
for you?"

   "Danica, after my parents died many people told me that I would be in
their thoughts and prayers but very few of them actually did anything to
help me.  Ultimately all of their thoughts and prayers never produced
anything tangible in the real world, it only served to make them feel
better about themselves without having to put out any real effort.  So to
answer your question, yes, I only care about what people do, not what they
think."

   "I think people are more than just what they do, Barbara," I replied
after a few moments.  "I mean look at me, I'm a f*cking mailgirl!  Do you
think that's all I am?"

   Barbara turned and looked me directly in the eyes.  "I don't think
that's all you are, Danica, but I do think being a mailgirl is exactly what
you want to be."

   "Why?"

   "Because you're an exhibitionist and a submissive so this is the perfect
life for you.  Because every action you've taken since our first meeting
has led you down this path despite being given every opportunity to change
course.  You still could if you wanted."

   "How the hell could I change course now?" I asked bitterly.  "I have no
clothes, no car, no access to my money.  You've locked up my driver's
license, passport, and credit cards."

   Barbara shook her head.  "No, Danica, I didn't lock those things up. 
You did.  You're the one who took that action.  You're the one who took her
clothes off in Tokyo when you weren't required to.  You're the one who lets
me keep you naked and collared twenty-four hours a day even though there's
nothing in your contract that allows me to do that.  You're the one who has
twice voluntarily submitted to whippings even though you know damn well I'm
not allowed to do that either.  Danica, you keep granting me power I don't
really have to force you to do things you claim you don't want to do.  You
think you're a different person inside than the naked mailgirl the world
sees?  That's not what your actions are telling me."



   I sat there sulking, my face burning in shame.  I wanted to toss the
wine in her face and tell her off, to tell her that she was full of shit
and all wrong about me.  I wanted to, but I couldn't.  Every word she had
spoken was a harsh truth.  "So that's all I am then?  Just a naked delivery
girl?"

   "I never said that.  You're so much more than that, Danica, and you
don't even see it."

   "See what?"

   "Since becoming a mailgirl you've taken in and helped an abused girl who
has grown in leaps and bounds in the short time she's been with you.  And
your work has more purpose now.  You've gone from helping market a violent,
misogynistic video game to adding extraordinary beauty and grace to a
previously vanilla work environment."

   "You mean I've been eye candy for the geeks making the violent,
misogynistic video game."

   "TouchÃ(C)," Barbara laughed.  "But you're so much more than that. 
You're a moving work of art.  I see a lot of Mariko in you in the fluid
grace in which you do your job."

   It's true that I'd been trying to emulate the simple elegance and
refinement of movement that Mariko had brought to being a mailgirl so I
guess I was flattered that Barbara had noticed.  "But it's still such a
demeaning job," I protested.  "I had aspirations of having my own office on
the tenth floor one day."

   "The tenth floor," Barbara snorted dismissively.  "You know there are
probably a dozen executives on that floor that I still don't know what they
really do.  Oh, they attend meetings and churn out memos and play golf with
Dan Evans but I've yet to see them produce anything of value to the
company. Don't be fooled by their big offices and expensive suits, many of
them are nothing but show ponies.  One day when I'm running DDE there will
be a purging."

   Barbara turned her attention back to the dancing flames of the fire. 
"You know, I've gotten a lot of shit from some of those empty suits in the
tower about how much we're paying mailgirls even though productivity is way
up since we started the program and the flow of information throughout the
complex has improved tenfold.  It's already paid for itself many times
over. I'd gladly trade all of those worthless execs for one good mailgirl."
Barbara turned back to me now and looked me in the eyes with such intensity
that I had to force myself not to look away.  "And you, Danica, are the
most valuable of mailgirls.  Don't ever sell yourself short and don't ever
think for a moment that I do either."

   "You say you value me yet you've taken everything away from me," I
protested weakly, not really sure how to respond to the things she was
telling me.

   I haven't taken anything from you that you really wanted or needed,
Danica.  If I'd tried you would have bolted."

   "You're going to try to take Anna away from me aren't you?  If I don't
sign a new contract?"

   "I've never said that, Danica."

   "But that's your leverage to force me to sign it, isn't it?" I was
certain that would be her play when the time came.

   Barbara shook her head.  "No, it's not.  That wouldn't work even if I
wanted to do it.  It would only drive you away and I don't want to do
that."

   "Then why are you so certain I'll sign another Mailgirls contract after
this one expires?"

   Barbara smiled and took a sip of wine.  "Let's cross that bridge when we
come to it."

   I stared into the fire thinking of everything she had told me.  "Okay,
let's say I decided tomorrow to move out of the condo, take this collar off
and start wearing clothes away from work, you're saying there's nothing you
could do about it?"

   "That's right."

   "And you wouldn't try to punish me if I did?"

   "I didn't say that," Barbara laughed.  "I would make it as hard for you
as possible.  But if you were determined to do those things there's nothing
I could do to stop you.  But if that's truly what you want then your
desires need to translate into action.  Otherwise you're just 'aspiring' to
live a normal life."

   "Why are you telling me these things anyway?  Are you so sure I won't
take you up on that?  Aren't you afraid that I might decide to sever the
cord and start living my own life again?"

   "I am afraid of that, Danica," Barbara said quietly.  "But I know you're
smart enough to have already realized everything I've told you anyway. 
You've known it all along.  I'm just hoping that occasionally reminding you
that the cage door will always be open will help bind you closer to me." In
Barbara's face I saw a rare glimpse of vulnerability as she stared into the
fire.  I wondered if it was real or just an act.

   "You say the cage door is open yet you keep telling me that you'll make
me sign another oppressive contract when this one is up?"

   "Yes.  It will make it easier to tell yourself that you have to follow
the path I've laid out for you even though I know in your heart of hearts
that you really want to.  Your actions keep telling me so.  You just need
time to get beyond the cognitive dissonance of leaving behind the image you
once had of yourself.  Once the second contract is over there will be no
more confusion about what you want and who you are and there won't be a
need for a third contract."

   "So what you really mean is the brainwashing will be complete by then,
right?" I replied snarkily.

   Barbara smiled and shook her head.  "There's no brainwashing, Danica. 
I'm merely allowing you to experience a world you didn't know existed or
even could exist." Barbara reached up with her right hand and gently
caressed my cheek.  "It's a world I'm building for you, sweet girl," she
said quietly.  "But it's a work in progress and I need time to finish it. I
need time so you can experience that world in full."

   Barbara leaned in and pressed her lips against mine and in that moment
my defenses collapsed.  The warm moistness of the kiss made me ache with
sudden desire and I gasped when she pulled away. 

   Barbara flashed a bright smile at me and as I looked into her face the
powerful, uncompromising woman I'd known for so long had been replaced by a
beautiful, seductive woman.  She stood and took me by the hand and pulled
me to my feet.  She put her arms around me, pressed her body against mine
and began nibbling on my earlobe.  "Let's go inside, sweetheart," she
whispered.

   I could feel my heart thumping in my chest.  "Y-yes ma'am," was all I
could manage to say.

   SEDUCTION AND POWER

   Barbara led me by the hand through the house and when we entered her
bedroom I was surprised to discover a dozen candles burning.  She could
have just thrown a pair of handcuffs on me and ordered me to go down on her
and I would have done it, but the fact that she was using wine and candles
to seduce me seemed almost...sweet.  That's a word I never would have
associated with Barbara before but the woman continued to be an
unpredictable enigma.

   Barbara turned to me, pressed her body against mine and gave me a long,
slow, wet kiss as her fingernails lightly scraped my back.  She withdrew
her lips and whispered quietly, "Do you want to be my lover or my slave
tonight, Danica?  It's your choice."

   "I want to be your slave, ma'am," I replied without hesitation.

   "I thought so," Barbara smiled.  She gave me another long kiss and then
pulled away.  As the two of us faced each other the romantic seductress
suddenly disappeared and was replaced by the dominating mistress.  It
happened in an instant as if a switch had been thrown.  "Undress me, Nine,"
she ordered.  She's put on a new mask, I thought to myself.

   I walked around behind her and my hands trembled slightly as I untied
the bikini top and slipped it off her breasts.  I dropped it to the floor
and walked back around to face her.  I was seeing her topless for the first
time and I couldn't help but stare at her firm, round breasts topped with
pinkish, quarter-sized aureolas and hard nipples.  They hung beautifully
over her taut stomach.  ''They're perfect, ma'am," I said to her.

   Barbara didn't respond so I knelt down at her feet and began untying the
sarong.  As it fell to the floor it revealed a purple thong that matched
the bikini top.  I reached up and grasped each side of the thong and began
slowly sliding it down her hips as her shaved pussy came into view.  When
the thong reached the carpet she stepped out of it and stood naked before
me as I looked up at her from my familiar subservient kneeling position. 
Her body was stunning, as firm and toned as any mailgirl's.  Barbara did
nothing in half measures so I knew she had worked hard for that body.  I
couldn't wait to touch it, to feel my bare skin against hers.  She allowed
me to stare for a minute before speaking.  "Follow me, Nine," she ordered.
I rose to my feet but instead of leading me to the bed as I expected I
followed her through a door.

   I found myself in her master bathroom which was also lit by candlelight
and felt as big as some apartments I'd lived in.  On the floor was a large
plastic air mattress with a white towel laid across its head cushion.  Now
what, I wondered?  Barbara couldn't just jump into the sack and f*ck like
normal people she had to have some elaborate scenario in place for our
first sexual encounter.  I could only imagine what it might be.

   Barbara turned toward me and saw me staring at the air mattress. 
"You're going to give me a Nuru massage, Nine," she said.  "Do you know
what that is?"

   I shook my head.  "No, ma'am."

   "Hiromoto introduced me to it the last time I was in Tokyo.  He had
Mariko take me into a room on the top floor where she gave me one.  It was
a fantastic experience and I want you to learn how to do it.  I'll give you
instructions this time but I expect you to become a master of this."

   "Yes, ma'am." I followed her to the counter where a large wooden bowl
sat next to the sink.  Beside it was a plastic container.

   "Fill the sink with warm water and place the container of gel into it.
Not too hot." I did as I was instructed then turned to face her again.  She
was tying her hair up with an elastic band.  "Now we get wet," she said. 

   Barbara walked to the shower, opened the glass door and entered it as I
followed a step behind.  It was a large shower with beige marble tiles
covering the walls and a skylight built into the ceiling.  It was the most
beautiful shower I'd ever seen.

   Barbara turned on the water and adjusted the temperature until it suited
her liking, then stepped in.  She picked up a large sponge and bottle of
shower gel from a tiled seat built into the wall and handed them to me. 
"Bathe me, Nine," she ordered.

   I wet the sponge then poured the gel into it until it was saturated. 
The soap had a citrus smell that filled the air with a pleasant scent.  I
placed the bottle back onto the tiled seat and joined Barbara under the
stream of water.

   I began with the back of her neck, rubbing it gently with the sponge as
lather streamed from it down her back and over her tight, firm ass. 
Barbara's skin was pale and had seen little exposure to direct sunlight. 
She was definitely an indoors girl who didn't waste her time sunbathing. 

   When I'd finished with her backside she turned toward me.  I poured more
bath gel into the sponge then began again with the front of her neck and
worked my way down.  I probably lingered too long on her breasts, rubbing
each of her rock hard nipples with the sponge.  When I reached her naval
she spread legs slightly.  I squatted down, wrapped my left arm around her
right leg, and began gently pressing the sponge against her pussy lips.  I
glanced up and saw that she had her head tilted back with her eyes closed.
I was certain I could bring her to a climax if I continued long enough but
I wasn't sure if she wanted that yet so I reluctantly moved on.  I knelt
down and bathed her legs and her feet. 

   When I'd finished I looked up at her from my knees awaiting a new
command as the warm water cascaded over my face.  I was hoping that Barbara
would take the sponge and bathe my body.  Instead, she rinsed her body as I
knelt at her feet then turned off the water.  Without saying a word she
opened the shower door and stepped out.  I rose to my feet and followed
her.

   There was a rack of clean white towels next to the shower but Barbara
ignored them as she walked toward the sink allowing the water to drip from
her body onto the floor.  "Remove the gel from the sink and pour it into
the bowl." I did as I was commanded.  The gel was clear and odorless like
body oil, but thicker.  When the container was empty I placed it on the
counter. 

   "Now bring the bowl over to the mattress," Barbara instructed.  "You're
going to give me a massage using only your body." A thin smile came to her
face.  "Mariko was able to bring me to orgasm without ever using her hands
or mouth.  Lets see if you can do the same, Nine." Then she turned and
walked to the air mattress and laid down face first on it.

   I carried the bowl carefully over to the mat and placed it on the floor.
I crawled on top of Barbara and sat on her rear, straddling her body with
my legs.  I reached over and took a handful of the oil and rubbed over the
front of my body then poured another handful over Barbara's back. 

   Not quite sure how I was supposed to do this I began sliding my ass up
and down her back.  I was surprised how effortlessly I was able to glide
across her body with the slippery gel as a lubricant.  The feel of her bare
skin against my pussy lips sent a wave of arousal pulsating through me. 
Clearly this was a massage meant to provide the giver with as much pleasure
as the receiver.  I continued this for several minutes, then slid back over
her rear and down her legs and leaned forward until my breasts were pressed
against her back.  As I began moving rhythmically, massaging her body with
mine, I heard a slight moan escape her lips. 

   After several minutes of this I decided to try something different.  I
took more of the oil and squeezed it over my shoulders and let it run down
my back.  I placed my feet on the floor beyond Barbara's head and sat on
her upper back and leaned backwards until I felt my shoulder blades
touching her butt cheeks.  Using my feet as leverage I began sliding up and
down as Barbara moaned her approval.  It was then that I noticed the small
red light.  As I focused in on it I realized that there was a camera on the
ceiling.  Barbara was taping this!

   I should have been angry or upset that she was doing this without my
permission but I wasn't.  I was thrilled by it!  I knew she could only use
it for her own personal enjoyment since she was also on it.  She couldn't
allow it to escape into the wild.  I only wished that I could have a copy
of it for myself, but I knew she'd never give me one for the same reason.
Still, it was exciting to know I was performing on camera for a future
audience even if that audience would only be Barbara. 

   "I'm going to roll over now," Barbara said to me after a few minutes. 
After she had rolled onto her back she looked up at me through half closed
lids and said, "You're doing well, Nine, but you have a ways to go before I
reach my Happy Ending." I straddled her stomach, took another handful of
the oil and let it drip over her breasts and stomach, then leaned down and
began sliding up and down her body, flesh against flesh.  I thought about
Mariko doing this to Barbara in Tokyo and wondered if Hiromoto had watched.
Even if he hadn't been in the room with them I was certain that he had.

   I continued gliding up and down her body and although Barbara had a look
of pleasure on her face I knew she wasn't yet near orgasm.  It was all I
could do to resist using my fingers and tongue to explore every inch of her
body.  Finally I sat back up and straddled her so both of our vaginas
aligned, then reached into the bowl and drizzled the oil onto my labia and
let it drip onto hers.  I lifted her left leg and placed my right leg
beneath it then began sliding my pussy lips against hers, slow at first,
then faster and faster.  Barbara began moaning in pleasure and I knew this
was starting to get her close.  As her moans grew louder my arousal also
began to crest and I did my best to suppress it thinking it would be wrong
somehow for me to climax before she did.  Just as I thought I couldn't hold
back any longer I felt Barbara's body shudder with release as she let out a
guttural cry.

   Seconds later I did the same.



   AFTERGLOW

   The warm water of the bath felt wonderful as Barbara leaned back against
me in the tub, her body drained of energy.  After our mutual orgasms she
had ordered me to draw a bath for the two of us although her tone had been
that of a satisfied woman rather than a harsh mistress.  She remained
silent as I gently shampooed her hair, then began scrubbing her face, neck
and breasts with a soapy sponge. 

   As I washed the massage oil from Barbara's body she leaned her head back
against my shoulder.  Her eyes were closed and she had a look of relaxation
and contentment on her face that I'd never seen before.  I guessed, knowing
the type of driven person she was, that these moments of peace were rare in
her life and it made me feel good that I was able to give that to her.  I
kept waiting for the pangs of guilt over betraying Anna to show up but they
never came.  As much as I loved her she still felt like a little sister to
me, someone I would mentor and teach until she was ready to leave the nest.

   Somehow this moment with Barbara felt right.  As impenetrable, complex,
and unpredictable as she could be she was in many ways a remarkable woman
and I felt lucky that she had chosen me to be her...her what?  Her lover?
Her slave?  When given the choice earlier I had elected to be her slave
tonight.  Would things have been any different if I had chosen to be her
lover instead?  I didn't know.  What I did know was that I had once again
chosen servitude. 

   I thought about our conversation earlier and how Barbara had said that
actions rather than thoughts are what define a person.  If that's the case
then my actions had continually defined me as the submissive that Barbara
claimed I was.  At that moment I knew that I wouldn't move out of the
condo, remove the collar, or start wearing clothes away from work.  I would
continue to obey her in every way until my contract ended.  After that I
would let my heart guide me.

   But I wouldn't sign another contract no matter what leverage Barbara
thought she had over me to force me to do it.  I couldn't and have any hope
of retaining any semblance of freedom to choose my own course even if that
course was to remain Barbara's naked servant.  I had to be able to freely
choose that on my own rather than be compelled to do it by an oppressive
contract with severe financial penalties if I ever decided to leave.  I
would do everything Barbara commanded of me but I would not sign another
contract.  But even as I told myself all of this I knew she would somehow
find a way to make me do it and I was powerless to stop her. 

   And on that day I would be signing my life away.