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   Webslut Madison Ch.  22

   Madison cleanses her wardrobe of wholesome choices.

   "I can't believe I'm actually doing this," Madison said as she sat down
on the bed.  She looked at Dan, awaiting his reply.

   "You know, you don't have to - I mean - no one is putting you up to this
but you.  It was your idea anyway."

   "Yeah, I know," she replied.  It was the second day of January, and she
had just come back into town after being away visiting her family over the
holidays.  And now, as she had been planning, it was time to rid herself of
any modest clothing.  She had planned it for weeks, buying a few sexy and
revealing items and wondering what her life would be like.

   "It's just - you know.  Going to class every single day with my midriff
exposed, bellybutton out, cleavage..." she trailed off, imagining waking up
in the morning and going through her closet, only to find that every single
top inside bared her stomach.  She imagined wanting to dress more modestly,
but not having a choice, reluctantly selecting a top that was perhaps less
revealing than the others, but still knowing that she was going to class
looking like a whore.

   "Yeah, but this is what you wanted, isn't it?"

   Madison bit her lip and nodded.  "Not just wanted, needed, I need to - I
guess, to - make sure I always feel like - like a slut.  I know I need it.
My pussy craves it, I just can't stop myself." Madison looked over at the
camera recording her, then back to Dan.

   "So, you - you said you had some rules you were going to follow?"

   "Yep.  So - the first rule is - umm - my stomach.  It needs to be
exposed every day, 24/7.  And not just like a peek.  Exposed enough that it
counts.  So, like - at a minimum, if I put my fingers together like this,"
she said, holding her hand so that her index finger through her pinkie were
closed together and her thumb stuck out as far as it could, "when I touch
my stomach with these four fingers, they all have to touch skin.  So at
least four fingers of my - my stomach, on display, every day." Madison
inhaled and exhaled nervously as she looked at the camera.

   "And what are you going to do with the tops you have that don't - you
know, ones that are too long?"

   "I - well - I have to either cut them so they follow the rule, or I'm
going to get rid of them - donate them.  So I won't have any choice."

   "What about dresses?"

   "I don't wear that many, but - the ones that - you know, sentimental
ones, prom dresses, formal gowns, I have a couple - those are all at my
parents' house.  Not like I would wear those on a walk to class anyway, but
they're effectively gone.  And the rest?  I have to either cut them into a
crop top and skirt, or cut out big holes in them to expose my stomach and
probably my sides and back, like - there would just be little strips
holding the top and bottom parts together."

   "So every top gets a score, one, two or three.  And the one point tops
are ones where i can barely put four fingers on bare skin."

   "And the two point tops?" Dan asked.

   "Those show a little more.  So ones where maybe if I put two hands on my
stomach, somewhere between five and eight fingers worth of skin exposed."

   "And three points?"

   "Those are the more, you know - extreme ones - ones that I can put eight
fingers next to each other on bare skin up and down my stomach.  Some of
them are short enough my bra comes out when I raise my arms.  A lot of them
barely cover my tits - or, that's the goal, anyway."

   "And why do the points matter?"

   "I can only wear two one point tops a week, Monday through Friday.  And
one day, Monday through Friday, I have to wear a three point top each week.
It's basically to force me to show off more around campus and stuff.  So if
I have a big presentation, or my parents come to town, you know - I'm
probably going to want to save the one points for those days."

   "What if you had three big presentations in a week?"

   "I guess I'd have to wear a two point top to one of them," she said,
smiling.

   "And what's the point of all this?"

   "I want to - I guess, to - make myself look like a whore, so I always
get stared at, I feel used, like a slut.  A piece of meat.  I want to not
have a choice anymore."

   "Wow, you fucking slut," Dan remarked.  Madison smiled.  "What about
bottoms?" He asked.

   "Well, I - so - first of all, no shorts that come down below my thumb,"
she said, placing her arms to her sides.  "No skirts longer than the ends
of my fingers."

   "It's like the high school dress code but in reverse!" Dan said with a
laugh.

   "Yeah, kind of," Madison admitted.  "If it was modest enough for high
school it's definitely too modest for the slut I'm turning into."

   "And pants?"

   "Pants only if the temperature is fifty or below," she said.  "Same with
jeans.  And - oh, nothing covering up my bellybutton.  Pants - like yoga
pants - have to be at least three fingers under my bellybutton."

   "And what if you have an interview or something?"

   "Interviews, awards, stuff like that - I can buy a new, modest outfit
for it but I have to get rid of it immediately after.  And I have to have a
plug up my ass to remind me I'm a slut."

   "I can just imagine you now, sitting in an interview with a plug up your
ass, feeling like you need to strip down because you aren't used to wearing
that much."

   "Yeah," said Madison, laughing.  "I guess I'm going to get used to
dressing like a slut, won't I?"

   "So, what's the plan for cold weather?  I mean, it's January now - will
you be able to wear jackets, coats, warm yourself up?  Or just freeze your
ass off in half a shirt all winter?" Dan asked.

   "Well, I - honestly, I thought about it.  And it's not that I don't want
to do that because I'm afraid of what people will think.  I'm really beyond
that, you know?  Beyond being - like, I can't - I'm a slut.  I don't
deserve to care if people think I'm a slut.  You know?  It's going to feel
humiliating, it's supposed to, and that's good.  It's what I want.  It's
what I deserve, really.  And it really turns me on.  But it's just - do I
really want to freeze my ass off all winter just to prove I'm a slut?  So
I've decided I can wear jackets and coats when it's below 55 degrees.  And
only outside, the minute I come in I have to remove it.  And I can't zip or
button them, so my belly is going to be out all the time."

   "Anything else?"

   "Yeah, so - when it's below freezing I can wear long coats, unzipped of
course.  But if it's above freezing I have to wear little cropped jackets
that are a little too small, so I couldn't zip or button them even if I
wanted to."

   "Sounds like a plan."

   "Yeah.  I mean, the whole idea, and what I'm going for, is that I won't
be able to cover up.  Won't ever be able to fully cover my stomach, and in
fact, most of the shirts I will have to wear will be so short it will be
obvious - or at least seem like - I want to show it off, want to be looked
at, stared at, catcalled."

   "What are your professors and classmates going to think?"

   "Probably there same thing everybody else will.  That I'm a slut.  That
I want to be stared at.  That I want to get fucked, used.  Forced into sex.
That I'm a whore.  That I'm easy.  That I'm showing off my body on purpose,
that I'm stupid for dressing like that.  Hopefully they'll even think I'm
just such a horny slut I can't let myself cover up.  That sort of thing."

   Madison stood up and stripped down to her bra and panties as Dan asked
her one more question.

   "Any more rules?"

   "Just that - I can't wear panties with skirts or dresses.  And I have to
have the word slut written somewhere on my body at all times."

   "And why is that?"

   "Two reasons, really.  First, I need to remind myself of what I am. 
Even if it's totally covered, I will know it's there.  And second - every
time decide to fuck somebody it will be there the minute I take my clothes
off, and if they didn't know it already, they'll know what I am when they
see it.  Hopefully they use me hard," she said, licking her lips when she
finished speaking.

   Now down to her bra and panties, Madison turned her attention to her
closet.  She first pulled out a long knit sweater.

   "So, um - if you break a rule - like, say you forget to write slut on
your body one day.  Or you wear panties with a skirt.  Or you wear jeans or
a coat when it's too warm.  What happens?"

   "I hadn't really thought about that," Madison admitted.

   "I think you should be punished for that, don't you?"

   "Yeah - yeah, I really should.  But it would have to be something, like
- something I truly wouldn't enjoy.  You know?  Like - something I wouldn't
fantasize about, even at my horniest."

   "Yeah.  Such as?"

   "Like - maybe if I forget to write slut on myself, I have to write it in
big letters where everyone can see it and walk around campus for an hour or
something."

   "Good.  Although I think you might enjoy that, don't you?"

   "I don't know, maybe.  But of all the crimes you mentioned, so to speak,
that is probably the mildest, so maybe the punishment should be, too?"

   "Gotcha.  And what if you - what if you wear panties with a skirt?  Or
button your jacket?  Or wear a coat when it's too warm?"

   "I don't know.  Something really humiliating.  Make sure I don't forget,
you know.  Something so disgusting even I would find it horrible."

   "And what would that be?"

   "I don't know."

   "How about this - are you into drinking piss, or being pissed on?"

   "Eww!  No!"

   "Perfect.  If you do any of those things, you'll drink a cup - eight
ounces - of your own piss.  And make a video of it and explain why you're
being punished.  Sound good?"

   "Sounds disgusting," Madison admitted.  "Sure, I think that would work."

   "And if you break down and buy or borrow something to cover up in a
moment of weakness - what then?"

   "Hmm.  I really don't think I will, Dan."

   "But you need to have a punishment set up in advance, I think, to keep
you from being tempted.  Don't you agree?"

   "Yeah, probably."

   "So how about this - if you break the rule saying what you can
wear...hmm.  You could go whore yourself out to a complete stranger for ten
dollars.  Or you could go to a gloryhole and suck bare dick for two hours.
Or you could piss in your toilet, drink a cup of the piss water, and then
scrub it clean with your tongue.  Or maybe be chained or tied up and kept
in a closet for 24 solid hours, naked, with nothing but water every six
hours and without being allowed out to pee or eat."

   "Wow.  So, um - no to the first two."

   "Why?"

   "Because that sounds like something horny slutty Madison would actually
enjoy."

   "So the toilet or the closet?"

   "Yeah.  Maybe have to flip a coin for it?"

   "Sure."

   "Okay."

   "So, Dan - what about this?" She said, holding up the sweater.

   "Too long.  Cut it or toss it."

   "I think I'm going to cut it.  I like this one.  Can you help me?"

   "Sure." Madison pulled the sweater on and handed Dan a pie of scissors.

   "Here?" He asked, pointing a couple inches above her bellybutton.

   "Higher."

   "Okay, here?"

   "Higher.  I'm a slut, Dan.  Cut it right under my tits."

   Dan took the scissors and slowly cut the fabric, encircling her body
until all she was left with was a homemade cropped sweater that, had it
been any shorter, would have showed the bottom of her bra.

   "This is kind of sad, you know?  I mean - I have - it's sad to see these
things go."

   "Yeah, but you know you need this.  I mean, you know you're a slut when
you constantly go to class looking like a slut.  Besides, this was all your
idea," Dan reminded her.

   "Yeah.  I know you're right," she said.  "It's just - you know, I guess
it's not the fact that I have to look like a slut that bothers me.  I
actually really want that.  It's making my pussy wet just thinking about
it. But just cutting up or throwing away nice clothes - it's just sad in a
way, you know?"

   Madison returned to her closet and pulled out a three- quarter sleeve
polka dot blouse.  "Like this one - my parents got this for me for my
birthday.  And now what?"

   "Cut it or toss it," Dan said with a smirk.

   "I don't know, Dan!"

   "If it was up to me, I'd cut it.  Desecrate your birthday present, if
you will.  Make yourself look like a total whore in it."

   "Fuck, Dan.  You always know how to make me dripping wet!  Okay.  So how
should we cut this one?"

   "Like you're a whore," he said.  "We're going to cut it so you have to
tie it closed, and so it barely covers your tits.  And in the back, so
you'll have to tie it at the top, up by your neck, and at the bottom, near
your bra strap, and the rest of your neck will be exposed."

   Soon Madison was sporting her homemade self-tie blouse.  It actually
didn't look horrible because the tying mechanism almost hid the fact that
the hem was raw.

   "Thank you, mommy and daddy!  Don't I look like a good little whore?"
She asked.

   Madison moved on to a section of her closet containing more high-priced,
name brand items and pulled them out.

   "What about these?" She asked Dan.  "I don't really - I mean, these
things were pricey.  And nice."

   "I have an idea," he said.

   "What?"

   "We will take them to a consignment shop.  Maybe you can get a few
dollars to spend on something new and slutty."

   "Good idea, but - I mean, does that actually work?"

   "I know a place that will give you cash for stuff like this," Dan
replied.  "I mean, it might only be five or six bucks for a shirt, but
still - if you do that ten or twelve times," he paused.

   "That would buy me two or three new slutty tops," she conceded.  "Okay,
let's do it!"

   Next she pulled out a hoodie and just looked at Dan.  "Cut it," he said.
"Cut it so short your bra and your cleavage hangs out."

   "Dan, are you trying to make me cum just standing here?"

   "No, just need to keep you the willing whore you are."

   Madison proceeded to pull out camisoles, all of which were cut to show
her stomach.  She pulled out some T-shirts, some of which she cut to
various lengths and some of which she donated.  She even cut up her high
school senior shirt to show a few inches of midriff, even though some of
her classmates' names disappeared from what was left of the garment.  And
of course, some of her tops were slutty enough to keep as they were,
especially the newer ones.  Madison realized she hadn't bought anything but
slutty clothes for months.

   Finally, the task was done, after an afternoon of sorting and cutting.
There was a pile for donating, which Dan volunteered to remove and take to
the donation him, and a pile for the consignment shop, and the rest of the
clothes that were not revealing enough had been modified and returned to
the closet, which had maybe a little more than half its original contents.

   "Fuck, Dan, I - all I have left - I look like a slut no matter what!"

   "Wasn't that the idea?"

   "Yeah, but - Dan!  What am I going to wear to class on Monday!  It's
going to be cold, it's January!"

   "I guess all our classmates will see how much you crave the attention,
how you need to show off your body even in the winter.  How much of a slut
you are."

   "I'm so turned on - hey, Dan, fuck it - I'm going to grab a bite to eat.
Will you - I mean - will you write slut on my stomach before I go?"

   "Sure," he said with a laugh.

   "And Dan - I mean - where everyone can see it.  I don't give a fuck
anymore, or maybe I'm too horny.  I just want everyone to know."

   "Sure thing.  Need some company?"

   "Not this time.  I think a random dick in my ass is what I need for this
one."

   Dan shook his head.  He gave Madison a kiss.  "You are really a dirty
fucking slut."

   "I know.  And pretty soon the whole school is going to know."

   "If they don't already," Dan countered.

   "So what are you going to do when half the guys in class want to fuck
you?" He continued.

   "I don't know," she said as she bit her lip.

   "Let them?" Dan picked up a marker and wrote the requested word just
below Madison's navel.

   "Do you really think I'll be able to stop myself from doing that?"

   "No," he said.

   "Me either."

   "Okay, well - have fun at dinner," he said.  And with that, he was gone.

   Monday rolled around and Madison agonized for what seemed like hours
before finally settling on an outfit.  It was a balmy thirty-five degrees
out, but that wasn't the issue.  It was just that everything she pulled out
of her closet was just too revealing.  Of course, Madison, like just about
any cute college girl, was used to occasionally wearing midriff-baring
tops. She wore them regularly when she went out to clubs and parties, and
occasionally showed a little midriff in class - nothing too extreme, of
course.  But now, half her clothes seemed too ridiculous to wear to class
even in warmer weather, and the other half might have been passable as
normal if the weather was warm - but this was January.

   And on top of that, Madison knew that if she did choose a less-revealing
top, she would just be setting herself up to be forced to wear something
ridiculous later in the week.  She couldn't win.

   So Madison tried on one revealing top after another - a black,
long-sleeve crop polo that barely covered her tits, a frilly lavender
button-front top that had been cut in half, a tan sweater that maybe showed
three inches of midriff.  "No," she said almost instantly to the black one.
"Too short." She knew she'd have to wear something like that by the end of
the week, and her heart pounded thinking about it, and her pussy throbbed
and dripped - but she couldn't bring herself to do it.  Not on day one.

   "People are going to know I did it on purpose - like I want to show off
- if I wear the cut up one," she thought as she looked at the lavender one.
"So, no." She tried more options, rejecting them for one reason or another,
mostly because they were too revealing.  And then she argued with herself.
"What if it gets freezing cold at the end of the week and I'm stuck in
something super tiny?" She thought.  But in the end, it was a chance she
decided to take, and she soon found herself pulling the tan sweater over
her head.

   Madison paired the sweater with a pair of tight black jeans.  Even
though she was thin, the jeans squeezed her hips and lower stomach, and the
belt she added with a silver buckle did not help any.  She looked at
herself.  "What a fucking slut, Madison.  And just think.  This is as good
as it gets.  It just gets more revealing from here." She looked herself up
and down.  "What kind of whore goes to class wearing this in 35-degree
weather?" She asked herself.  But she knew she didn't have a choice.  Even
if she had a sudden change of heart, every top she owned was at least as
revealing.

   Before she left, Madison pulled up her shirt and wrote "slut" under her
tits.  She pulled her shirt down and pondered whether the letters could be
seen through the knit material, but as it turned out, she was fine. 
Checking the weather again, she mumbled to herself.  "Above freezing," she
muttered.  "Tiny jacket it is." She grabbed a black denim jacket, at least
a size too small and cropped just as short as her sweater, that she
couldn't even come close to buttoning.

   "Okay, guys, guess you can all stare at me," she said to her reflection
in the mirror.  "And keep watching, because it just gets more slutty." She
took a deep breath and blew herself a kiss, and headed to class.

   Most of the guys in her class couldn't take their eyes off her.  She sat
toward the front, and as soon as she walked on the door, she felt their
gaze on her stomach.  Madison tried to nonchalantly turn around and sit
down, as if she wasn't the least-dressed girl in class and she didn't have
"slut" written under her sweater, but she knew what she was and what kind
of reaction she was getting.  When she sat, her sweater rode up in the back
and provided a couple more inches of skin to stare at, even if most of the
guys could no longer see her stomach.

   Madison fidgeted a lot in class.  She knew guys behind her were staring
at her exposed back.  Feeling like a slut, she had to remind herself to
focus, and remind herself that she had better get used to it because this
was her life from now on, and by the end of the week she would be forced to
wear much more revealing tops.  That thought drove her crazy, and all of
the sudden she became aroused and started to crave it.

   Madison didn't even know what her professors were saying that day.  She
sat there, looking down at her exposed, pierced navel, and thought to
herself.  "I'm a slut.  Slut, slut, slut.  And you know what?  I like it. I
like being a slut!  I like showing my body off.  I hope they all think I'm
a slut." She bent forward and looked down between her breasts, pulling her
shoulders together so that her sweater loosened its grip on her chest. 
"See?" She thought to herself.  "Slut.  Says so right there."

   Then, Madison started to fantasize about performing for the class.  In
her fantasy, she stood up, walked to the front of the room, and raised her
arms to reveal more midriff.  She smiled as she pulled her sweater up,
revealing the word written under her tits for the whole class.  The
professor stood there, dumbfounded, his mouth falling open as Madison began
to speak.  "Hi, um - I have an announcement.  I just wanted you all to know
- I'm a slut." She proceeded to pull off the sweater, quickly moving her
hands to her belt buckle.  Madison began to pull off her jeans, then turned
around, showing her thong- clad ass to the entire class.

   Madison lost control, she couldn't help herself.  Shaking her ass, she
put her hands on the whiteboard and stuck it out for all to see.  Turning
around, she slowly started to peel her thong down her hips as she
approached a guy in the front row.  "Help me with these?" She begged.

   "Guys, I - I'm a slut, an exposed slut, Webslut Madison!  Look me up
online, you won't believe it.  And guess what?  I want you all to fuck me."

   "Umm - Miss Holt, that - that's enough.  We can't turn the classroom
into an orgy, now could you please dress yourself and take a seat?" She
turned to look; it was her professor talking.

   Madison turned around, leaving her panties in the hands of the guy in
the front row.  "But professor - I was going to ask you to help me with my
bra," she said, batting her eyelashes.  She backed him up to his desk and
grabbed her bra cups, pulling them down and exposing her breasts, before
turning around, her tits now exposed to the class and her ass grinding on
the professor's leg as she presented the clasp to him for easy removal of
her bra.  "And when I say I want you all to fuck me," she said, her head
turned around to talk to the professor.  "That includes you, too.  In fact,
you can go first.  Show all these guys how to use a slut like me."

   "Miss Holt!  Madison?" She was snapped out of her daydream by her
professor.  "Madison, I asked you a question, did you - did you hear it?"

   "Umm, sure," she stammered.  "I mean - can you repeat it please?" She
asked.

   "Madison - please pay attention in my class.  How would you feel if one
of your students was in a daze in your class?"

   "Oh, I'm sorry, professor!  I was just thinking about - something," she
muttered.  "I - I wouldn't like it much, if a student did that." Madison
suddenly realized that her left hand was clasped tightly between her legs,
and she was desperate to feel something - anything - on her labia and clit.

   "Right.  So the question was," he began again...

   Madison's week did not get any easier from there.  On Tuesday she wore a
level 2 top, a cropped sweatshirt that left about six inches of skin
exposed, and the stares and weird looks - and the fantasies - just got more
intense.  Wednesday the temperature was down to twenty degrees, so she was
back to a sweater with about three inches of exposed skin and a thick, but
open, coat, which she dutifully removed once inside the building. 
Thursday, she masturbated furiously in the morning when she realized she
had no choice but to show at least five or six inches of midriff.

   Madison chose a long-sleeved T-shirt that she had cut herself to barely
be a level 2, but still, at least half her midriff was exposed for all. 
The stares continued.  She wondered if the guys in her class were starting
to realize she was showing her stomach off every day, on purpose, and that
she wasn't ever going to stop.  The stares from the girls were getting
nastier, and she thought she heard a couple guys talking about her.  "I
wonder what she's going to wear tomorrow?" She thought she heard as she
brushed past on her way out of class.

   Madison only had one class on Friday, but she dutifully wore the level 3
black polo, cropped so short that her bra was exposed if she raised her
hands, and even when she lowered her hands the underside of her bra could
almost be seen, and the very bottom of her breasts peeked out from under
both the top and the bra.  To boot, her cleavage was exposed in the V-neck
of the polo.  God, she felt like a slut!

   Madison carefully wrote "slut" under the zipper of her jeans before
zipping them up, and she even raised her hand once in class, intentionally
revealing her red lace bra to the professor.

   It was this day that Madison contrived another rule for herself - that
she would post a selfie each morning to the porn site showing her slutty
outfit for the day.  When Monday rolled around, she made her first of these
posts.  "Just so you know what a real slut looks like," said the caption.
"And so you can find me and embarrass me in front of lots of people I
know." She tossed her bag over her shoulder and went to class, her stomach
hanging out of a level 2 cropped navy cardigan with white polka dots that
she wore with just a bra underneath.

   Class that day was uneventful.  Madison was even starting to get used to
the guys staring at her exposed skin, the girls giving her dirty looks, and
her professors vacillating back and forth between giving her disapproving
glances and trying to steal a look at her midriff when they thought she
wasn't looking, depending on which professor she had at the time.  She was
really starting to accept that she was born to be an exposed, shown-off
little slut.

   What surprised her that day was what happened after class, when she
opened her computer and checked out her porn site page.  Of course, her
videos were getting more likes and more comments these days, and she
swallowed her saliva thinking that it was just a matter of time before she
was completely ruined.  But then - she saw a post on one of the videos.  "I
go to school with this slut and everything she says is true," it said.

   "Shit!" Madison thought.  "Somebody here knows - fuck!" Her mind raced
as she wondered who it could be.  Maybe one of the guys in her class who
had been staring at her body for the past week decided to google her and
found her little trove of online exposure?  "Fuck, fuck fuck!" She thought.
"Shit - I'm going to get fucked!  Why do I want this so much!" She said to
herself as she realized how turned on she was.  She started to unbutton her
cardigan, suddenly needing to touch her breasts.  As she did, she saw the
word "slut" which she had written under her breasts, reminding her what she
was.

   Madison slowly traced a finger from the hem of her low-rise jeans up
through her pierced navel, up to her bra.  "Slut," she whispered to
herself. "What are you going to do, tell everyone how much of a slut I am?"
She whispered, imagining that the guy who made the post was one of her
classmates.  "Then again, what if it's Dan just fucking with me?" She
thought.  Madison just sat there for a while in her unbuttoned cardigan. 
Part of her wanted to masturbate.  But she knew she would get more relief
if she waited, somehow.  Madison was starting to understand that her orgasm
would be more intense if she had more to go on than just a mostly
unrealistic fantasy of being outed as a slut to a few classmates.  So, she
ended up just sitting there, gently touching her body, tracing the outline
of the word "slut" and whispering it softly to herself.  "I'm a slut," she
whispered.  "It says so right here.  Slut."

   The next day was a little warmer, and Madison wore a pair of low-rise
jeans with a boxy cropped mauve sweater, another level 2.  She knew she
would have to show more skin later in the week, and she could sense already
that she would be dreading her level 3 days to an extent that she would be
saving them for later in the week when she had no other choice.  At least,
until she got used to being viewed as a slut by her entire class and
accepted it and embraced it.

   Madison lifted up the bottom hem of her sweater and started to write
"slut" on herself in marker, following the mandate she had set for herself.
The letters she used were a little larger than she had been using, about
two inches tall.  She finished the job and pulled the hem of her sweater
down, only to notice that the writing was a little farther down, closer to
the hem of her sweater than she would have liked.

   "Oh, shit," she muttered.  "It's barely covered.  One wrong move and
it's going to - I mean - the whole class will see it.  Better keep my arms
down, I guess!" She briefly thought about grabbing some rubbing alcohol and
taking it off and moving it an inch or so higher on her upper midriff, but
as she thought about it, she reconsidered.  Madison rather liked the idea
of constantly thinking about what was written on her body, focusing on how
to keep it covered up, knowing that one slip would show it to everyone. 
"God, this turns me on!" She whispered.

   She raised the sweater to look at it again.  The bottom of the word was
barely a half inch above the bottom of the sweater.  "I feel like a
prisoner to my own desires," she said to herself.  "I feel like a slave."
She smiled at the thought.  Being an actual slave was one thing she had
considered doing when she eventually had her life completely ruined. 
Madison's thoughts started to drift away and she began to daydream.  There
she was, living with a guy in his mid-forties, a slave to him, naked with
nipple clamps on sweeping the floor while he recorded her.  "Slut" was
tattooed on her stomach now, there was never any escaping it, and her rules
specified that she was never to cover it, even in public, regardless of who
might see it, even around friends and family it must never be covered.

   She thought about the first time her parents had seen her like that, the
reaction, the look on her father's face when he realized his beautiful,
intelligent daughter was forever marked as a slut.  Madison recalled how he
seemed unable to take his eyes off the cursive letters nestled just below
her navel, exposed for all to see, as she stood before him in a low-rise
skirt and a tiny tube top.  He didn't ask her to explain, it needed no
explanation.  After all, he had been aware that she had morphed from his
sweet, innocent girl into the slut known all over the world as Webslut
Madison.  He knew she did not work, and lived with a man almost twice her
age, and that she continued to expose and humiliate herself daily for the
pleasure of anyone who wished to watch.

   "Ohhh, fuck," Madison whispered as she looked at herself in the mirror.
"Fuck, fuck!  Damn it!  What is wrong with you!" She wondered aloud.  She
slapped herself in the face, punishing herself for considering such a
horrid fantasy.  "Why does that get me so turned on?!  God, what if that's
what my life turns into!?"

   Madison quickly took a picture of herself and sent it to Dan.  "A little
too close for comfort," she said with the picture.  "Have to hope this
stays covered up today!" She sat in class that day feeling completely
exposed, careful not to let her writing come out.  But she was getting more
and more turned on.

   "Dan," she texted after her last class was over.

   "Yes?" He texted back a few minutes later.

   Madison sat in her apartment and pulled out her phone and took a video.
"I feel like a slut today.  A filthy, dirty, exposed slut, and I want to
get fucked like a whore." She quickly sent it to him.  "Be over in a few,"
he replied.

   "Just one thing," he said.

   "What?" Madison's replied.

   "Undress, clamp your nipples, plug your ass.  Send me a picture of it
and another one from our trip with "Webslut Madison" written on your body
along with "google me" or whatever you wrote with it.  Madison soon was
sending Dan the requested pictures, waiting impatiently for him to arrive
at the door.

   "So, what has you in such a horny mood?" Dan asked when she let him in.

   "I just - just wearing these clothes, I guess.  Guys stared.  Girls
stared.  One of my professors wants to fuck my brains out, I'm sure.  I can
tell by how he looks at me."

   "So let him."

   "What?"

   "You heard me, slut," Dan said with a chuckle.  He leaned in for a kiss,
grabbing Madison by the throat.

   "I would fuck him if it wouldn't get him in trouble," Madison whispered
as Dan ended the kiss.

   "You really are a slut," Dan said.  He lightly slapped her face.

   "Mmmm," Madison moaned delightfully.  "And I think someone at school
found me somewhere," Madison continued.

   "Go on," Dan said.

   "Look at this!" Madison showed Dan the post she saw earlier.

   "Wow, finally.  You said you wanted it to actually happen, you know."

   "Yeah, I know," Madison said, trembling.

   "So, did you feel like a slut today?" Dan said, stepping closer and
grabbing her nipples.

   "Ohhh - yes," she confessed.

   "You like dressing up all skimpy and showing your body off to the whole
class, don't you?" He said as he started to twist her nipples.

   "Yes, yes!  Ohhhh!"

   "They all know you're a slut, Madison.  Whether you know they know it or
not, they all know you're a slut.  Say it say what you are!"

   "I'm a slut," she moaned softly.  Dan struck her face hard.

   "Louder."

   Madison sniffled, recovering from the blow.  Dan pushed her down on her
knees and removed his shirt.

   "I'm a slut," she said, a little louder.  Dan just hit her harder.

   "Owww!" Madison said.  The blow almost knocked her backward.

   "Louder."

   "I'm a SLUT!" She practically screamed.  "Now my neighbors know.  Are
you happy?!"

   "I'll be happy when everyone knows.  And you will too, won't you?"

   Madison sniffled again and nodded.

   "Suck my cock."

   Madison just nodded and pulled down his pants.  "God, why do I do this?
Why do I let him abuse me?" She thought to herself.  But she knew the
answer.  She loved the abuse.  Not that it felt good, but that she craved
the humiliation, it made her pussy drip.  She opened her mouth and he
thrust his cock inside.

   "God, I'm such a whore!" She thought as his dick hit her throat.  "Just
begging for him to come and give me his cock.  Showing off and teasing
everyone in class!"

   "Take it slut.  You nasty set of holes, ohhh!" Dan moaned.  "Just wait
till I sell your slutty ass for five dollars to whoever wants it."

   "I don't think they'd get their money's worth," Madison suggested before
she engulfed his cock with her lips again.

   "Why not?"

   "Because I'd probably let them all fuck me for free."

   "You piece of shit nasty cunt!"

   "Mmmm," Madison moaned before choking softly on Dan's cock.  "I love the
way you talk to me."

   Dan motioned you to the bed as he finished removing his pants.  "Come
here, you whore." He grabbed her and yanked off the nipple clamps, and she
shrieked as he climbed on top of her.

   "So I know you had some fantasies today.  You always seem to be
fantasizing about something crazy," Dan said as he started to push his cock
in her.  "Weird," he thought.  "Her ass is plugged and I barely even
noticed."

   "Yeah, just about being a nasty fucking slut," she replied, moaning as
he entered her.

   "Yeah?  Tell me about it," he said as he started to thrust his cock back
and forth inside of her.

   "I - I was a sex slave for a guy twice my age.  A nasty, slutty slave!
Ohhhh, Dan, I was such a slut!"

   "And why did you become a slutty slave?"

   "Because I got exposed and - ohhh, ruined, and -ohhhh, I couldn't get a
job or support myself and - oh!  I had no choice, he - he let me live with
him -"

   "And what did he make you do?"

   "Ohhhh, God, I dressed like a whore all the time, forever - short
skirts, ohhh - no panties - ohhhh, tiny little shirts!  Ohhh!  I went
braless and people stared at my nipples!  I went to dinner dressed like
that and everyone knew I was a whore!"

   "You liked it didn't you, you nasty little fuck toy?  Ohhh, Madison,
you're a fucking cunt!"

   "Yes!  Ohhh, fuck me hard and I'll tell you all about it!" Madison felt
Dan start to pound her, and continued.  "I fucking lived it!  I made videos
- ohhhh, God, I made videos every day!  Gave them away for free on the
internet, I fucking - ohhhh, yes yes YES!  I gave them all my real name and
everyone I knew found out!  Ohhhh, all about me!  He made me humiliate
myself, ohhh, expose myself, degrade - ohhhhhhh!"

   "Well you're going to end up like that you nasty slut.  You're ruining
yourself more every day!  Ohhhh, Madison, I want to see you completely
fucked over, exposed, ruined!  I'm going to make sure the whole world knows
about you!"

   "Ohhhhh, fucking do it, Dan!  He fucking made me, ohhhhh- I had 'slut'
tattooed on my stomach and it was always out, yes YES!  Always shown off
everywhere I went so everyone knew - ohhhh!  And then my parents, ohhhh,
they found out, my dad was ducking staring at me like - like -"

   "Like what, slut?"

   "Like I'm a piece of fucking trash!  Ohhhh YES make me a used up piece
of trash!"

   Dan stopped all of the sudden and pulled out.  "Here, slut.  Take my
phone.  Sign into Facebook."

   "What?"

   He slapped her hard.  "You want that?  Then do it."

   Madison trembled as she took his phone, her fingers fumbling through her
login before she gained access and handed it back to him.

   Dan took it and started typing, then handed it back to her.  She gasped
when she saw it.  There was a picture of her dressed like a slut with
"Webslut Madison" written on her body.  And the caption?  It said "I've
decided to come out as a complete and total slut today.  I'm exposed all
over the internet as Webslut Madison and I don't care who knows.  Google me
and you'll see what I mean.  Please keep exposing me.  This turns me on so
much and I want everyone to see.  I can't even cum without exposing myself
and I get off on the humiliation and embarrassment."

   "Oh, Jesus, Dan!  Holy - what the fuck, you didn't -"

   "I didn't - not yet, anyway," Dan said.  He grabbed the phone and put it
down on the bed and shoved Madison back on her back.  She went to grab the
phone, but Dan grabbed her and slammed her down and pushed his cock back
inside her.

   "You know you want me to, don't you, you little slut?  To post it and
let everyone find out what you are!"

   "Ohhhhhhh shit, Dan, I - God, I'm so -"

   "You're so turned on just thinking about it, aren't you!" He thrust his
cock deep inside her.  Satisfied that Madison would not try to undo the
setup he had put together, he focused on thrusting his cock into her
rhythmically.

   "Ohhhhh, Dan, God, I -"

   "You want it?"

   "Ohhhhhh I can't help myself!"

   "You fucking exposed cunt, you want it, just say the word and -"

   "Ohhhh, yes, yes, Dan!  Fuck me!  Fuck me like the worthless little
exposed Webslut I am!"

   "Grab the phone and post it, cunt!"

   Madison was overcome with arousal.  She was scared, but horribly turned
on.  She wanted to stop herself, but she didn't know if she could.  "God,
it would be so liberating," she thought.  "I'd never be able to take it
back!"

   "Im doing it, Dan.  Im ruining myself.  Here!" She picked up the phone
and hit the "post" button before she could think twice.

   "Now fuck me!  Fuck me with your big cock!  Do you like me better now?
Huh?  Does it turn you on to fuck an exposed humiliated slut like me?!"

   "Fuck yeah!  You love being an exposed Webslut, don't you?  Well you're
exposed for real now, slut, and everyone's going to know all about who you
really are!"

   "Ohhhh fuck yes, I want it so bad!  Ohhhh, all my friends are going to
see me!"

   "Yeah, whoring around, getting gangbanged, destroying your throat!"

   "And fucking girls and drinking from used condoms!"

   "And fantasizing about whoring yourself out for two dollars!"

   "I'm never going to get a job!  Ohhhhh!"

   "Your parents will be so disappointed!"

   "God I'm such a slut!  Ohhhh fuck me, Dan!  Pound me like the whore I
am! It's all I'm ever going to be!  Ohhhhh god this is exactly what I
wanted!  I'm such a dirty cunt for wanting it and now it's happening! 
Ohhhhh fuck, thank you!  I need this so bad, like a dirty nasty ruined
slut! Ohhhhh fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, ohhhhhhh!"

   "I'm cumming inside your nasty slut pussy, Madison!  Ohhhhh fuck you're
a hot little set of holes!  I'm so ducking turned on you finally decided to
ruin your life for real!"

   "Ohhhh fuck Dan, cum inside me, I'm so - ohhhhh I'm so fucked for real,
ohhhhh fuck people are probably watching me do nasty shit right now, people
I know!  Ohhhhh fuck I'm cumming again!"

   Dan finished inside her and slapped her face like a disgusting whore,
then climbed off of her.  Madison was so turned on she couldn't help but
scoop the cum out of her hole and lick her fingers clean.

   "Oh God," Madison said when the reality of what she had just done set
in.

   "What?"

   "I'm really going to be ruined now."

   "Maybe.  Maybe not," Dan said.

   "What do you mean?  I'm exposed and ruined for sure!"

   "I just deleted it," Dan said, handing Madison her phone.

   "Oh, fuck," Madison said.  "God - that was so stupid though!  I mean,
how long was it up?"

   "I don't know, two or three minutes?"

   "Yeah, so who knows who saw it while it was there."

   "Yeah.  I can't believe you actually posted it.  I didn't think you
would, I was just trying to get you all - you know."

   "Yeah.  Don't dare me unless you want to see me go through with it.  I
get too turned on to stop myself," she said with a laugh.

   "Yeah, I didn't think you'd do that no matter how turned on you got."

   "Seriously, though - it was so hot.  Fuck, what if my friends saw
that?!" She was already stroking her pussy thinking about it.

   "It is what you crave though, isn't it?"

   "Definitely.  But - why'd you take it down?  I mean - you really didn't
have to." Madison was stroking her pussy more vigorously now, thinking
about all that had transpired.

   "Yeah, you mean you weren't going to?"

   "No, I was just going to keep having orgasm after orgasm until I could
be assured it had been seen and - ohhhh - that I'd get what I need."

   "Which is?"

   "To be completely ruined.  Exposed.  Blackmailed for whatever. 
Destroyed.  Zero reputation.  Disowned by my family.  Ohhhh god, I need it,
Dan!"

   "I did it because I was afraid you wouldn't."

   "But don't you like it - the idea of making me take it that far?"

   "Yeah.  But I knew you had a hell of an orgasm, and I know you'll go
crazy orgasming, fantasizing about being permanently exposed and having
your reputation ruined, and I knew I could keep you in this state of horny
anticipation for a bit if I pulled it."

   "Mmmm," Madison moaned as she smiled.

   "Dan?" She said.

   "Yes, slut?"

   "Will you please fuck me again?

   Dan rolled back on top of her.

   "And, um - do my Instagram this time."

   "Ohhhh fuck, you dumb little fucking slut!" He plunged his cock inside
her again.

   "Ohhhh - Dan - I mean it!" He grabbed her phone this time, found the
same photo and loaded it up, and gave it to her.

   "You know someone's going to see this, right?"

   "I know," she said, and she posted it without a second thought.

   "Ohhhh, fuck me!  Fuck your little exposed slut!"

   "Ohhh fuck, Madison, you're going to get your life ruined!"

   "I want my life ruined, ohhhh!  I want to do this every time we fuck! 
Every time - ohhhh - every time I fuck myself!"

   "I want to expose you in class, slut!"

   "Do it!  Ruin me!  Make me regret ever rolling those dice!"

   "Ohhhhh I'll make you so famous you'll have to turn into a whore or a
sex slave!"

   "Ohhhh fuck!  Will you make me tattoo it on my body and never cover it
up?"

   "You nasty fucking ruined cunt!"

   "Ohhhhh I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Madison shook hard and met his
thrusts by bucking her hips.  It was the orgasm she had always wanted.  He
pulled out this time, though, and squirted his cum all over her stomach.

   "Ohhhh, fuck," Madison said at last.

   "Here," said Dan.  "You - I know at least two people saw it before I
deleted it.  Don't know who."

   Madison leaned in and gave him a deep, wet kiss.  She knew there was no
turning back.