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   Webslut Madison Ch.  26

   Madison continues to sink further at school.

   Madison turned on the phone and started recording again.

   "Hi, it's Madison again," she said, smiling.  "And so - it's been
brought to my attention by some people that I'm- maybe I'm not dressing
slutty enough.  That I'm taking my own needs into consideration a little
too much, as far as what I'm comfortable with.  And that my purpose it so
make it crystal clear that I'm - that I'm just meant to be used, started
at, that I really am a slut."

   Of course, this had been a product of her interactions on the fetish
networking site.  She was asked a bunch of questions, most of which she
answered, and she received a few dares.  One of the dares was to take
suggestions for new rules she should live by and take a vote about which
one would win and become her new rule.

   She took several suggestions.  Some of them were a little lame, like she
had to take a nude photo in her apartment every day.  It was lame because
she was already naked on the internet in more ways than one, so she
included it.  One suggested that she suck off a new guy every week.  That
one would be fun, she thought, and she included it as well.  There was one
suggestion for a series of additional, more slutty wardrobe rules, which
was the one that wound up winning, up against the previous two and a couple
of honorable mentions - that she had to pick one of her followers and send
a one-minute slutty video to them every day, and that she had to pick one
of her friends on her personal social media to be exposed to every month.

   "So, there are going to be some modifications to my rules for clothes.
And I'm going to mention them here.  First, like - one day a week I
actually have to wear a four-point top - yeah, like - sluttier than the
three point ones.  And I don't have to do it in class, I mean - it can be
on the weekend, but - like - if I go out or run errands or go shopping, umm
- yeah.  Except for the first week I have to wear a four-pointer to class."

   "So what are the four point ones?" Dan asked, sitting across from her
but out of view.

   "Basically they are bras and bikini tops.  That's it."

   "So no actual shirt, or top, if you will?"

   "Right."

   "And why would you wear that in public?  Like, not to a beach or
something, but to class or to the store?"

   "Because I - I guess because I'm a slut for exposure, and it's time I am
displayed like that.  And so I get used to guys staring at me."

   "Any other four-pointers?"

   "There are these two here.  They actually used to be T-shirts.  But I
cut them so they are very low-cut, not much fabric at all.  It's like the
size of a bikini top.  Cropped to the bottom of my tits, in fact, it didn't
fully cover them and my underboob was out."

   "And you're comfortable wearing that to class?"

   "No!  Not comfortable at all.  I'm going to be completely embarrassed!
But it's not my place to be comfortable - it's more important for me to be
a slut."

   "Any other rules?"

   "Yeah, no more jackets or coats at all.  I will have to ask permission
by vote on the site to be able to wear one.  I'd probably ask if I was
going to be outside for a long time in the cold.  No more jeans, pants,
yoga pants, sweat pants.  No more pants of any kind."

   "So what happens with the ones you have?"

   "Same thing that happened to the shirts.  Sell, donate, throw away, or
modify to give me no options but to show a lot of leg."

   "And modify how?"

   "See these lines on my leg?  I drew these to measure all my shorts,
skirts and dresses.  And basically, the line on my mid-thigh is one point.
That's the high school dress code line, where you'd get dress coded for
wearing anything shorter.  I'm not going to wear anything longer.  And then
every two inches up from there is another point."

   "So, again, one to four?"

   "Actually, one to three"

   "How short are the threes?"

   "Oh, god, let's find out!" Madison took out a maxi skirt, and put it on.
She made a line on the fabric where the three - point mark was on her leg,
and then took the scissors and cut it, putting it back on when she was
done.

   "Oh, my GOD." She muttered.  "My ass isn't even covered!" It was true -
in the back, her cheeks were ever so slightly peeking out of her skirt. 
"God, and I'm going to have to wear this to..." she trailed off, imagining
herself sitting in class in a skirt barely eight inches from hem to hem. 
"I look like a fucking prostitute!"

   "So what are the rules for skirts and shorts?"

   "A level one skirt one day a week, level two one day a week, level three
one day a week.  There will be no level one shorts.  It will be a level two
one day a week and a level three one day a week.  The level threes will be
worn unbuttoned."

   "Panties?"

   "I'm - I'm actually not going to be permitted to wear them at all, so
I'm tossing all of them."

   "Ever?"

   "Ever.  I am never under any circumstances to wear panties ever again.
It's s hindrance to me fulfilling my purpose."

   "Which is?"

   "To be exposed for and used by all."

   "Good.  So basically, more revealing tops, more revealing shirts and
shorts, no coats, no panties?"

   "Yeah.  Guess I'm really going to look like a slut."

   "What else?"

   "I'm still writing slut on my body every day.  I'm thinking about a rule
where one day a week it has to be clearly visible.  But I'm still waiting
on my punishment from forgetting last week to decide."

   "And what is your punishment?"

   "I have to walk around campus for an hour with slut written on my
stomach in huge letters where everybody can see."

   "Anything else?"

   "Yes - my ass will be plugged - every time I go to class.  That one was
actually - it was my own rule I decided to add, it wasn't part of the
vote."

   "Good."

   "I'm going to really enjoy my new rules.  Thank you everyone for the
suggestions, and for teaching me to be a better, more exposed slut." With
that, she turned off the camera.

   "How'd I do?" She asked Dan.

   "Good, slut.  Now, let's play keep, toss, or cut again."

   And so it was decided.  Monday the following week, her new rules went
into effect.  That day, she started out easy, a pair of level 2 shorts that
were tight and barely covered her ass, paired with a level 1 top - in
accordance with the voting results, the only one she was allowed that week.
The following day, she progressed to a level 3 pair of shorts, unbuttoned,
with her ass cheeks hanging out, and a level 2 top, a cropped cardigan. 
She got a lot of stares that day, and people were asking each other why she
would dress like that.  "She's a slut, remember?" She heard one classmate
say.

   By Wednesday morning, Madison had already used all her shorts for the
week, and hadn't even started on the super-revealing tops.  She thought for
a moment that she might have made a mistake, starting off "easy" the first
two days, but she still froze on her way to and from class and she was
still the least-dressed girl on campus.  Both days.  And it was about to
get much worse.

   She slowly went through her closet, settling on a level 2 skirt.  It was
denim, and it wasn't even modified in any way, it was just always short. 
And the top she chose to go with it was a level 1 again.  She just didn't
have the courage yet to wear a bra, a bikini top, or a bikini top-sized
cutoff shirt to class.  Especially in February!  So she instead chose a
polo that she had cut off right under her breasts.

   Madison felt on display more than ever that day.  Her whole stomach was
exposed.  Her skirt was short, her ass was plugged, and she didn't even
have on panties!

   She squirmed in her seat, driving the plug into her ass.  "I fucking
need it," she thought to herself.  "I'm just a dumb little exposed cunt! 
Everybody in here knows I'm just a slut!"

   Madison decided that she needed to wait until the end of the week to
relieve her sexual tension through orgasm.  That - or maybe getting drunk -
would be the only way she would be able to enforce her wardrobe rules on
herself.

   Thursday rolled around, and Madison was starting to run out of options.
She had to wear a skirt, and she was allowed either a level 1 or 3, with
whatever she decided against being reserved for Friday.  As for tops, she
still had a level 1 left, along with the big one - the level 4.

   "This is a tough one," she thought.  She wasn't sure how effective her
punishment would be on Friday in a level 1 top.  She didn't know if she'd
have enough exposed midriff to write "slut" in large, easily-visible
letters.  But she didn't want to combine her level 4 top with an hour long
walk outside in the freezing cold either.  The skirts were the least of her
worries, although she thought maybe a level 3 skirt, with her plugged ass
hanging out, would be too much with her punishment walk.  For one thing,
she would freeze.  Another, the plug might fall out if she wasn't careful.
Or become visible if she bent over.

   Flustered, Madison decided she definitely had to get the level 3 skirt
out of the way before her walk.  So that would be today's choice.  But what
about a top?

   "Fuck!" She thought.  "I can't wear a bikini top around campus for an
hour in February.  I also can't wear it today with this tiny-ass skirt!"
She didn't know what to do.  Clearly, she had not thought this through well
enough.  If she had been thinking, she would have saved the level 2 shorts
for Friday, and maybe the level 2 or even level 3 top.

   "I guess there's nothing that says I have to wear two level one tops in
a week - just that I can't wear more than two.  I mean, I could always step
it up to a 2 or 3, right?" She thought some more.  "But that would mean I'd
be wearing this tiny little skirt with a bikini top or a bra or something -
basically I'd be wearing as little as possible without getting arrested!"

   Madison thought about saving the skimpiest, level 4 top for Friday and
wearing the more conservative, but still moderately slutty, level 1 today.

   She stood nude in front of the mirror.  "You dumb fucking slut!" She
said, slapping her face.  "You should have thought this through!" She
decided to put on the only thing she had actually decided on, the level 3
skirt.  It was a denim skirt, one that she had to modify by cutting it
shorter than any self-respecting woman would wear.  The way the hem was cut
at the bottom, it was obvious she had modified it herself.  The jagged
lines from the scissors gave it away, and an expert seamstress she was not.

   First, Madison lubed her plug by placing it into her mouth, then she
bent over and pushed it into her ass until it was snug.  She followed that
by pulling the e skirt over her knees, up to her waist, marveling at its
lack of coverage.

   "Fuck," she said, looking in the mirror.  "Like - how much, baby?  I
look like I'm for sale!" She gazed at herself, noticing that the slightest
awkward move would expose her pussy in the front.  She wasn't sure if there
was any sitting position where her pussy would be totally covered.  And in
the back?  The bottoms of her ass cheeks peeked out of her skirt, and the
plug itself would be clearly visible if she bent over, a fact that she
confirmed by turning her back to the mirror and bending to see.  "Damn, my
legs look hot though!" She thought.

   "Okay.  I'm wearing this.  I'm a slut and those are the rules and that's
that." She slapped herself in the face again, knowing the arousal she would
feel would bring her closer to being willing to wear such a garment.  "What
about the top, though?" She thought about taking a poll on the website, but
she only had about fifteen minutes before she had to leave.  Not enough
time to get enough meaningful votes to justify a poll.

   "Fuck, you dumb little whore!" She said, slapping herself again. 
"That's for not planning any better!" Slapping herself again, she wiped the
drool from her chin.  "You deserve to be punished, don't you, you desperate
little whore?  (Slap) Mmmmm, yes, that's what I need!  But how else should
I be punished?

   Madison went to the closet and pulled out two level 4 tops- one was a
low-cut light pink bikini top with an O ring connecting the little
triangles that covered her breasts.  The other was an American flag T-shirt
that she had literally cut until her underboob showed, then cut a huge
v-neck, then cut off the sleeves plus a little more fabric kn the shoulder,
armpit, and back area - until the garment was basically a few tattered
strings holding together two slightly larger pieces of fabric that covered
her breasts.  And then, to make it even better, she had cut right in
between the "cups" of her shirt and tied them together in a knot, making
the "shirt" tighter and even more revealing.

   "God, this is slutty," she said, looking at the shirt.  It was one or
the other, she thought.  "This is what a real slut wears out," she said,
slapping herself again.  The thought of wearing either of those garments to
class was already driving her wild.  She reached under her skirt and rubbed
her sensitive, greedy cunt.  "Mmmm," she said delightfully.  "You're about
to do something ridiculously slutty, Madison," she said.

   In her head, her personality split in two - there was the dominant,
assertive, extremely slutty side that wanted to push her to the limit and
beyond.  And then there was the submissive, pleasing slut who acted
innocent but secretly craved to be exploited.  Madison knew she was about
to dominate herself into submission, as she had in the past when she needed
an extra push to act even sluttier.

   "Now, slut," her dominant half said.  "Since you can't make up your mind
which day you are going to wear your level 4 top this week - I think you'll
just have to wear one each day," she says to the mirror."

   "Mistress, please, I can't dress that slutty!  The whole class will
think I'm a huge slut!"

   Madison slapped her face, taking the role of both dominant, the slapper,
and submissive, the slapped.  "That's the point, slut!  You know how much
you need to prove it to them.  Prove once and for all you're just a filthy
little exposure-obsessed slut!"

   "Mistress, please, I'll make up my mind, I promise!" She said to the
mirror.  "I - I -"

   "Too late, slut." She slapped herself again.  "Your only choice is
between these two garments for today, and the other will be for tomorrow."

   "Yes, mistress," Madison said submissively.  "Give me the bikini top
today.  I want to look like the biggest slut on campus."

   "Ohhhh, yes!" she said, fingering her pussy under her skirt once she had
put the bikini top on.  "I'm just a slut for use.  To be stared at and
fucked.  I know this is the dumbest looking outfit I've ever worn.  And you
know what?  It makes my slutty little pussy drip!  Mmmm!  Ohhhhh!" She
moaned.  "I love showing off, getting slapped, ohhhh, and this is my whole
fucking life from now on!" She couldn't have been happier.

   Madison smiled.  "I'm just a dumb little slut who loves showing off! 
Maybe when school is almost over I'll have to wear level 4 tops every day.
Maximum exposure!  Maybe I'll flash guys in class, maybe I'll walk into
class with slut written on me and invite the whole class to come and fuck
me!" She smiled as she stroked her pussy.

   "Ohhhh, I want so many people to see me like this today," she moaned. 
"So, so many people!  I want them all to see up my skirt.  I want them all
to see my pussy and to know I have a plug in my ass because I'm a dirty
little slut." Madison smiled.  "And this is why I haven't cum in a week,"
she thought.  "I turn into such a desperate slut when I deny myself and I
will do ANYTHING!" She slapped herself again.

   "Maybe I should wear nipple clamps to class?" She said, stroking herself
again.  "Ohhhh!  If only it wouldn't be so obvious in this tiny little
top!" She shelved the idea, noting that her exposure would probably soon be
at a point where even that wouldn't stop her.

   "I still need to write," she thought to herself.  She grabbed a marker
and wrote SLUT right above her pussy.  It was just about the only place on
her body where she could write it and completely cover it - except if she
spread her legs someone might be able to see.  It didn't even matter
anymore.  She was far too desperate and horny to care.

   Madison adjusted her skirt.  It made her very uncomfortable, she was
embarrassed to be seen in it but at the same time she was a horny little
slut and she loved it.  No matter which way she pulled it -ï up or down -
it wouldn't seem to cover enough.  If she pulled it down too far, the top
of her ass crack and her hip bones would be completely out and she risked
the whole thing falling off.  If she pulled it up too high, her plug and
her ass cheeks would come out even more.  She smiled.  "The boys are going
to get a good show today!" Finally ready, she took a deep breath, grabbed
her bag, and left.

   The chill in the air stung Madison's mostly bare body as she walked
outside.  "Fuck, it's cold!" She said.  The air blew up her skirt, and it
felt like it had invaded her pussy as she walked to class with her arms
folded in front of her, trying to salvage what warmth she could.  "I guess
this is the price to pay for dressing like a slut!" She thought.  "God, I
deserve this!" Thinking about how willing she was to display her body in
such temperatures just seemed to turn her on more.

   She was knowingly sacrificing her comfort to please, and knowing a girl
was putting herself through that just to be exposed and ogled and
objectified made Madison very aroused.  "I want to see a slut in class
wearing nothing but a too-small skirt and a bikini top," she thought. 
"Nobody else is slutty or horny or crazy or stupid enough, so I guess that
slut has to be me." Madison was starting to realize how incredibly turned
on she was by her own erotic actions- her own sluttiness seemed to arouse
her, and the sluttier she was the more aroused she became, and the more
aroused she became the sluttier she became, chasing her next adventure, her
next adrenaline rush, and an even greater degree of arousal.  It was a
vicious cycle.

   Madison walked into class.  Eyes were bulging out of heads.  Mouths hung
open.  Everyone - literally, everyone - was staring at her.  She didn't
need to ask why.  She already knew.  She looked ridiculous.  Her outfit
would have only been appropriate at a beach or at a club, and she probably
would have been one of the two or three least-dressed sluts at a club in
that outfit, as it was.  But she wasn't at a club- she was in class!

   Seeing the reactions, hearing the comments - "wow, can she get any
trashier!" And "wow, she's smoking hot!" And "I've heard she shows a lot
more than that if you catch her one on one, or even one-on-three!" She
heard "You know that girl takes it up the ass," and "She was walking around
the other day with her jeans unbuttoned," and "What kind of whore goes to
class in just a bikini top!"

   Probably the worst one was "What is she trying to do, get herself raped?
You know it's going to happen, if it hasn't already!"

   In response, Madison heard a "Yeah, I mean, she would probably even like
it.  She's turned into such a slut lately."

   "Yeah, I know we're not supposed to assume women want that because of
how they dress - but - I think she wants it!  Either that or she's for
sale!"

   Madison sat down, took her bag off and put it on the floor, and tried to
focus on each comment while she rocked her ass against the seat.  The plug
felt deliciously pleasing inside her ass.  She tried not to show her pussy,
but she knew she wasn't going to be able to help herself, and she briefly
spread her legs, closing them soon after, wondering if anybody saw.

   "Hey Madison?  How much?!" A girl from the back said.  It was the same
girl who had made a raunchy comment to her from the back of the room a week
or so ago - Madison didn't really know her but she seemed foreign and loud.

   God, hearing that made her drip!  It was so humiliating!  She was
rhetorically being asked what she would charge, like she was a nasty
used-up prostitute!  un She wanted to rub her pussy soooo bad, she didn't
know if she could take it.  Pressing her legs together, she realized there
was nothing - not even a pair of panties or tight fitting jeans - to rub
her pussy simply by rubbing her legs together.  So she sat there,
frustrated, before turning around.

   "Hey!  I'm not a -" she began, before her slutty side kicked in.  "I'm
not a hooker, this is all free!  I do it for free!"

   "With who?  Anyone with a working penis?!" Some of the class laughed.

   "For you, if you keep talking to me like that!" Madison thought to
herself.

   "Hey, come on, I heard she likes girls too!" another classmate joked. 
Now the whole class laughed.  Madison had never been more humiliated - or
turned on.  She turned back around as the professor walked in.

   Madison had turned around and the class quieted down upon the arrival of
the professor, but that did not make Madison's time in class any easier. 
She couldn't focus on anything except how much she wanted sex, and how much
she wanted to be seen.  "I just want to be a dirty little fucking whore. 
Right here, right now." She thought.  She shifted in her seat again, and
she felt the plug in her ass, but it was impossible to feel any sensation
in her pussy.  She had to feel something - anything - but how?

   The professor, Kim Carter, had begun her lecture, and had the attention
of the class - well, the rest of the class.  "You know," Madison thought as
she tried to shift her mind away from her pussy and to her professor,
"she's not awful looking.  What is she, forty-five maybe?  I bet you put
her in a shorter skirt and maybe undo a couple buttons and she'd drive the
guys in here crazy.  And me!  You know, I bet she looks really hot
topless..."

   "God, what am I thinking!  Fuck, every time I deny myself orgasms I turn
into such a depraved little whore!  I can't even sit in class without
thinking about my professor's tits!  God, I'm a slut, I wish - shit, I wish
we could just shut the class down and e let everyone in her have a turn on
me.  Any hole, raw, no questions asked..."

   Madison, all of the sudden, wanted to be even more daring.  "What if I
opened my legs up?  Just a little?  I wonder if she'd see up my skirt,
right to my slit.  Mmmmm, God I want her to see.  And I want everyone else
to see, it's just - she is the only one facing me.  I want everyone to see
my little whore pussy!"

   Madison swallowed nervously.  "I'm such a slut for this," age thought.
"Such a little slut!" She slowly opened her legs, looking down, resting her
feet up on the cage under the desk.  "Ohhhhh god I bet she could see right
up my skirt if she looked!" She closed her legs and looked up, unsure if
her professor - or anyone else - saw anything.

   "Fuck, this little slut needs to feel something there.  I don't even
care if anyone sees.  I mean - I don't want to get caught, but I just look
like such a dumb fucking slut today - fuck, what could I use?" She thought
hard.  She didn't have much with her - gum, her phone, her tablet.  But
that was about it.  She picked up her bag, going through it to see if there
was anything inside.

   "Fuck!" She thought.  There was a little egg-shaped lip balm, her keys,
a wad of receipts, a pen, a calculator - why the fuck did she cave a
calculator when there was a perfectly good one on her phone?  Her wallet
with her credit cards and IDs, a bottle of Tylenol, and a condom, just in
case.  She almost laughed thinking about how many times lately she had been
nailed bareback and didn't even think to use it.  "I guess I really am a
slut," she thought.

   Completely disengaged from the class, she went back and forth on the lip
balm and the pen.  "I could just put the lip balm in there and use my
vaginal muscles to push it back and forth," she thought.  "But how do I get
it in there without being noticed?  On the other hand, I could put my hands
in my lap and close my legs and stick the pen in between and see if I could
flick my labia without anyone noticing."

   After about two minutes of arguing, she decided that she wouldn't be
able to control herself with the pen.  She'd start rubbing it up and down
and it would be very obvious to anyone near her what she was trying to
accomplish.  So, she decided to go with the lip balm - it would just
require a trip to the bathroom.

   Madison stood and strutted out of class.  Everyone stared.  Her
professor even stopped teaching momentarily and watched her walk to the
door and leave the room, shocked.  Madison scarcely noticed, she was on a
mission.

   "I guess spring break came early this year," Professor Carter joked once
the door closed.

   "I think every day is spring break for her," one of the guys pointed
out. But Madison was too far away to hear.

   Inside the bathroom, Madison didn't indulge her usual ritual of making a
video, or slapping herself.  She quietly and quickly slipped into a stall,
pushed the egg-shaped container inside her pussy, and emerged from the
stall.  She walked back and forth across the floor, ensuring that the
object would remain in place.

   Satisfied, Madison turned to look in the mirror.  "What a slut," she
muttered.  "What a stupid outfit!" She stared at herself for a moment in
disbelief, thinking back to a time a couple years before when she would
never have even thought of wearing such an outfit in public, let alone to
class.  "God, my parents would be so disappointed," she thought, "if they
could see what I've turned into." Before she had the thought that they
would almost certainly find out at this point, her attention turned to the
fact that not only did she look like a hooker, she also had a plug in her
ass and a lip balm nestled snugly in her pussy.

   Madison turned and walked out the door and back to class.  Luckily, she
didn't encounter anyone between the bathroom and the classroom.  When she
opened the door and took her seat again, all eyes were on her again. 
Everyone was in disbelief that an attractive girl would actually go to
class wearing nothing but a bikini top and a skirt.

   She took her seat, now slightly more satisfied thanks to the lip balm
inside her cunt.  She soon found herself pressing her legs together and
squeezing with her vaginal muscles, moving the little egg forward inside
her cunt without a lot of risk that it would pop out.  She did this several
times, tensing her vaginal muscles and then relaxing them, enjoying the
sensation.

   Madison shifted her ass forward in the seat, trying to put a little
pressure on the plug.  Slowly she slipped into a fantasy and closed her
eyes.

   In her fantasy, she stood, and climbed up on her desk and sat down.  She
spread her legs, letting everyone see her shaven pussy.  She smiled.  "It's
Madison's lucky day," she told the class.  "Anybody that wants to fuck me
can have me.  Right here." The class was silent.  Slowly a guy stood and
cleared his throat.

   "I'll fuck you," he said.  Madison spread her legs wider.

   "Good.  I'm a dumb little horny slut and I need it!  Which hole do you
want?"

   "I want your ass," he said.

   "Ohhhh, good!  Here," she said, and slipped off the desk just long
enough to take off her skirt.  She turned around.

   "I have two holes left, and if you don't like sloppy seconds, or thirds,
or fourths, you'd better smash it.  I want to get fucked by the whole
class!"

   "Holy shit, Madison!"

   "Why stop there?  Go out and get every cock in the building.  Pussies
too!  You guys were right, I'm into girls too!"

   "Yeah, she is!" Angela announced.  "She spent an afternoon licking my
asshole!"

   "Will you eat my ass?" An overweight guy from the front asked her.

   "I'm not the kind of girl that says no," def said with a smile.  "Im a
free use slut.  It's a rule.  I have to let anyone who wants me use me."

   Madison softly moaned at the thought of just inviting any cock or pussy
to use her.  She wasn't sure if she moaned in reality or only in her
fantasy.  In reality, she was slowly opening her legs and closing them
again, adding to the movement of the little lip balm inside her.  If she
had been going any faster, the class might have noticed it looked a little
like she was bucking her hips.

   Suddenly, Madison heard something in front of her, and she no longer
felt the egg-shaped lip balm inside her swollen pussy.  "Shit!" She
exclaimed as she instantly realized what happened.  She got too carried
away with her fantasy and forgot to make sure the lip balm stayed in its
place!  She had thrusted a little too hard with her vaginal muscles and
shot it out in front of her, out her widely-spread legs and onto the floor!

   Madison quickly stood, going to retrieve her "toy" before anyone
realized what she had been up to.  She raced a seat and a half ahead to get
it, bent to pick it up, and felt a rush of cool air as her skirt rode up
her ass.  A chorus of gasps rang out behind her.  Standing, Madison was
immensely and suddenly mortified as she realized that she had just
accidentally flashed her plugged ass to at least half of the class!

   She did her best to hide her shame as she made her way back to her seat.
She smiled at the open-mouthed students behind her, but inside she wanted
to crawl into a hole.  Wanting to cry, she thought about just getting up
and leaving, but then she realized that, if she left, she would just want
to run to the nearest semi-private room and masturbate.  And she wasn't
letting herself cum, not yet.  No, she would sit there and take it like a
big girl.

   Madison fidgeted in her seat for the rest of the class.  She squirmed,
wanting the plug to move inside her ass.  She slouched her ass forward in
her chair and her skirt rode up, and she just carried on as if she didn't
notice.  Her little skirt was so high up her ass could be seen behind her,
plug and all, when she sat up straight again.  And she loved it.  She was
so horny all she wanted to do was rip her clothes off and offer her holes
for anyone that wanted to take a turn.

   Finally, class ended, and Madison stood, adjusting her skirt, trying to
compose herself.  Everyone stared at her again, but nobody dared ask her
anything.  They all thought of her as a slut, a lower class of human, and
she knew it.  Her pussy was soaking wet.  It was a good thing she hadn't
worn shorts today, or she would have soaked them clear through.  She began
to walk toward the door.

   "Excuse me, Madison," someone said.  She turned to look - it was
professor Carter!

   "Um - hi, yes?" She said.

   "I'd like to see you in my office, do you have a minute?"

   "Umm - yeah, sure," Madison said.  "Shit!" She thought.  "She had to
have seen the whole thing!  The lip balm, the butt plug - my pussy!  Fuck,
what's she going to do!" She knew she was in big trouble as she slowly
walked the halls, going to her professor's office.  She barely even noticed
that a couple guys felt her up - one grabbed her ass and another stroked
her bare midriff - such was her focus on how much trouble she was going to
be in.

   She stopped by the bathroom first to try to gain her composure.  "Maybe
it's not what I think," she tried to convince herself.  "Maybe my class
performance isn't up to par.  After all, I have been losing my focus a lot
lately.  Yeah, maybe that's it."

   She soon found herself knocking on her professor's office door, and
opened the door when she heard her say "come in."

   "Hi, professor Carter," she said, standing awkwardly in the doorway. 
She really felt like a whore now, standing in her professor's office in
next to no clothing.

   "Madison," said the professor.

   "Umm - so - you wanted to see me?"

   "Please have a seat.  And like I said the first day of class, please
feel free to call me Kim.  I know it can be a bit awkward, but all that
'professor' stuff is still a bit awkward for me."

   "Thank you," said Madison, taking a seat across the desk from her.  She
exhaled nervously.  "So, um - what - what's going on?"

   "Madison, I - let me start by saying I'm getting a little worried about
you."

   "Worried - like - am I not doing well in class or something?" Madison
asked.  "Oh God, please let it just be that.  I can fix that!  I can't fix
the other stuff!  Or at least, I don't want to!"

   "Not exactly.  I'm worried because - oh, I mean - I'm trying to find the
right way to say this - I'm worried because of - because of some of the
outfits you've been wearing to class lately.  And I just wanted to make
sure you're doing OK."

   Madison's heart jumped into her throat when she heard this.  "Oh God,
she noticed!" She thought.  "And she thinks I'm a slut too!" She looked
down at her barely-covered breasts and her tiny skirt, wondering what kind
of trouble she was going to be in.  All of the sudden, she really felt
exposed, and she felt very uncomfortable, like she was being judged for her
revealing outfit.

   "Yeah, I'm doing OK," Madison said nervously.  She knew she as lying,
and her professor did too.  Madison didn't believe herself, nobody wearing
that outfit could possibly be OK.  Her hands placed in her lap, Madison
anxiously tensed up her arms, hoping that this would be the end of the
discussion.  She said was OK, the professor was concerned about her
well-being but she said she was fine, so that would be the end of it,
right?

   "Okay," the professor went on.  "And, look - before I say too much else,
I just - I want to let you know that I fully support women.  I believe in a
woman's right to wear what she wants to wear and not be assaulted or shamed
for it.  I believe in a woman's right to sleep around and not be called a
slut or a whore.  I'm all for women's empowerment.  But the sad truth is,
not everybody feels that way.  And I think it would be smart for you to
consider that when you're deciding how to dress yourself, what to wear."

   "I have -" Madison began, but her professor cut her off.

   "I mean, how you dress is the way you initially present yourself to the
world.  Madison, what image of yourself are you presenting?  I've heard
some of the comments people have been making about you lately, and it's not
all that flattering."

   "Really?  What have they said?"

   "They've said you're a slut, Madison.  One day last week some guys were
placing metaphorical bets on how much money it would take to get in your
pants, get you to sleep with them, and - and you have to consider whether
you're willing to make yourself a target like that.  I know you probably
have other reasons for dressing like that.  I mean, who wants to be called
a slut and have guys guessing whether they'd spread your legs or open your
mouth for a hundred bucks!?"

   "Professor - I mean, Kim - like - I know how guys look at me and talk
about me sometimes, I -"

   "And you're okay with that?  I mean, the classroom is not really the
place to try to make a political statement about how women's bodies are our
own!  At least, not on a daily basis or without all the women joining in
and going along.  And think - you have to dress for the job you want.  What
kind of job are you dressing for?  What if we had a school board member or
a superintendent in here trying to find a good candidate to fill an opening
in the fall?"

   "I've found a lot of good candidates to fill my openings," Madison
thought to herself.

   "They walk the halls, come to my office, ask for a recommendation.  Do
you think I'm going to recommend the girl who is half dressed?  And even if
I did, do you know how humiliated I would be to introduce them to you and
have you walking up to introduce yourself in a bikini top and a mini skirt
that you clearly cut as much as you could off of to make it shorter?  I'm
just saying - especially if you know what people are saying.  It's not your
fault and it's not right, but people talk about girls dressed like you are.
And think things about them.  And sometimes even hurt them!  I just want to
make sure you're - you know - not in some sort of attention-starved mental
health episode or something, you know?"

   "I know, Kim.  Look, I - I appreciate your concern, but I'm fine,
really."

   "Madison, I seriously doubt that.  I saw your outfit today.  I don't
know how else to say this, but - I saw you spreading your legs.  I saw
right up your skirt.  I saw you didn't - you weren't wearing any underwear.
Hell, half the class probably saw when you dropped that lip balm and bent
over to pick it up.  I mean - are you okay just showing your - your vagina
- to anybody that cares to look?  And a bikini top too, in class?"

   "Kim, I'm - oh my God, I'm so sorry, I - I didn't know it was that
obvious!"

   "Okay.  Well - I mean, look - your outfits have become more and more
risquÃ(C) this semester, too.  You used to dress just like the other girls
a year ago.  Can you explain what is going on?  What happened?  And o
support you, and I support you wearing what you want, but I think it would
be smart of you to cover up a little more.  I mean a top that shows a
little midriff is understandable - occasionally.  But your stomach is out
every single day!  And then today's outfit?  Madison, everybody that sees
you like that is going to assume you're either a total slut or a cheap
hooker!"

   "Kim, I can't - I mean - I know what people must be saying.  But I can't
wear - I can't dress like the other girls.  I just can't!"

   "Oh, Madison, honey - I - look, if you're in some kind of trouble, I
want you to talk to me about it - that's why I called you in here.  I can
help you."

   Madison felt a tear streak down her cheek.  "It's not that," she began.
"I mean, I'm not in any trouble." Her heart was pounding and her pussy was
throbbing.  She tensed up again, took a deep breath, and nervously exhaled.
It was all she could do to keep from reaching up her skirt and fingering
herself.

   "Okay, look - I've had you in class before.  You're a smart girl,
Madison," Kim said.  "But for the life of me, I can't understand why a girl
- any girl, let alone a bright, attractive girl with your whole life ahead
of you - I can't understand why any girl with a tenth of a brain would
dress the way you have been lately.  Strutting around half naked, playing
with yourself in class.  Don't think I didn't see that, Madison!"

   "Oh, fuck, she saw me!" Madison thought.  A horrified look on her face
soon turned to disgust and then to lust as her pussy began to drip again,
the result of the unintended humiliation her professor was dishing out. 
"Ohhhh, fuck, she SAW me!" This time, she thought the same words, but there
was an air of excitement in her thoughts rather than shame and remorse as
she realized her professor had most likely seen the egg-shaped lip balm pop
out of her vagina and go rolling across the floor, if not the plug in her
ass.  She shifted in her seat, wanting to feel it.  Newly aroused, she
smiled at her professor.

   "Look.  I'm not going to tell you what to wear.  I believe in your right
to wear what you want.  I'm a believer that dress codes unfairly penalize
women.  This isn't about being a distraction in my class.  If the guys want
to be pigs and keep their eyes glued to you the whole class then I guess
they're throwing their tuition money away.  It's their fault for being
pigs, not your fault!  But, I'm - I'm just asking you, more as a - as
someone who's been - well, I - I'm just trying to look out for you,
Madison. Would you please consider wearing a little more clothing to class?
For your own sake?  I just don't want to see anything happen to you.  You
could get raped.  And I know you don't 'ask for it' because you have in
that outfit - hell, nobody asks for it!  You could get a reputation, you
could lose out on a job -"

   "Kim, I - I don't know how to say this, but I - I really don't - like -
I don't have a choice.  I have to dress like this."

   "Don't have a choice?  I don't think I understand, but - back to what I
was saying, if you're in some kind of trouble -"

   "I'm not in trouble!  I just - it's like this, okay?  I have rules, that
I like - have to follow.  Rules that tell me what I'm allowed to wear."

   "Jesus, Madison!  Who - what - dare I ask what kind of rules?"

   Madison exhaled deeply, shaking visibly.  She was not sure she wanted to
reveal this part of herself to her professor, but she was incredibly
aroused doing so.  Her voice quivered as she began to speak.

   "I - umm - so, I mean - I have rules, you know?  Like - I have to wear
certain clothing.  I have to - I can't wear shirts that cover my stomach,
or my legs - that's the - that's the short version.  But it's okay, I - I
asked for this, I - I did it to myself."

   "What's the long version?" The professor was shocked.

   Madison sighed.  "Shorts two days a week.  One pair has to show my ass
cheeks.  One pair has to be unbuttoned.  Skirts three days a week, ranging
from mid-thigh to - well, this.  At least one a week this short.  No
panties." Madison looked at the floor.  She had never felt more exposed or
humiliated, and she was horny as hell and not sure she could make it
another day without an orgasm.

   "Tops - nothing covering my stomach.  Two a week with about three
inches,"

   She said, pointing to her midriff to explain that she meant that about
three inches has to be exposed.  "Two a week with four to six.  One a week
more than six."

   "And the bikini?"

   "As of this week?" Madison said, as embarrassed as ever.  She looked her
professor in the eye and used her best slut voice.  "Bikini tops.  Bras. 
Or shirts that are basically cut to that size.  Once a week, can be on
weekends, except this week when I had to wear this to class."

   "Madison, I'm going to ask you one more time, are you in trouble?  I
mean, why would you agree to these rules!?  Are you being blackmailed or
something, Jesus, we can get you some help and put a stop to it!"

   "No..." Madison said, trailing off.  She grabbed her water bottle and
took a drink, setting it on the floor.

   "Well who gave you these rules to follow?"

   Madison took another deep breath and exhaled slowly.  She looked up,
feeling incredibly ashamed of herself.  "I did," she said, a tear escaping
from her eye before she wiped it away.

   "You!!  Madison, why?  I am at a loss here!"

   "To look like a slut, okay?  A whore!  I don't know how to say this
except - I like it in some sick, twisted way!  The way the guys look at me.
The way the girls look at me!  The way everyone talks about me!  I know I
shouldn't - I know it's stupid, I know I shouldn't want it but - but I just
- I'm on a runaway train and I can't stop it and even if I could I wouldn't
want to!"

   "You want to - to look like a slut?" Kim asked in disbelief.

   "YES!  And to be called a slut.  To have everyone think I'm a slut.  To
BE a slut!  I -"

   "Why in the fucking hell, Madison?  Why would you -"

   "Because I get off on it, okay?!  I get off on - I mean, it makes the
orgasm soooo much better!  Have you ever gotten yourself off after thirty
guys just looked up your skirt?!  After they looked at you like a piece of
fucking meat?!  After they saw the plug in your ass or the word 'slut'
written on your skin?!  Because those are rules too!  See?" Madison stood
and lifted her skirt, revealing the word written above her pussy, and
turned around to reveal the metal plug buried in her ass.

   "Madison!"

   "I just can't get enough of going home imagining what they must think -
the guys, the girls.  And just having an earth-shattering orgasm thinking
about the slut wearing a bikini and a cut-up mini skirt, no panties, butt
plug to class.  Thinking 'what kind of nasty little slut does that to
herself, puts herself out there like that?  Ruins her reputation on
purpose!" Kim's mouth hung open at Madison's startling revelation.  She
cleared her throat to speak, but could not find the words.  Madison sat
down, and there was a strange momentary silence.

   "So, I -" Madison began.

   "I mean," said Kim, "Isn't that what the internet is for?  Random
anonymous exposure that gets your rocks off so you can go on with your life
without letting your pent-up frustration show through, or worse - doing
something you regret?"

   Madison laughed.  "You really think I haven't been there and done that
already?  Because I have, and it's not the same.  It's not as real."

   "I mean - you made the rules, can't you change them?"

   "I could.  But I don't want to.  Not the way it makes me feel, not the
way it makes me cum.  I couldn't stop even if I wanted to, in such a slut
and the more I do it, the more I want!  I mean I - I sat there daydreaming
I was naked and getting fucked by the whole class, and I - I - I mean -
there are times - lots of times - I don't care what the consequences are, I
just want to make it happen!"

   Kim sighed.  "You really - don't take this the wrong way, but - I think
you should get some help, Madison.  See someone.  They have folks at the
campus health office for this, or they can put you in touch with -"

   "You mean like a shrink!?"

   "Or someone that specializes in what you're going through.  I don't
think - I just don't think you realize the intensity of the fire you're
playing with here.  It could get very bad.  And I'd hate to - I - you're
such a bright girl.  I want the best for you - and for you to be healthy
and happy, and - and not have a record as a sex offender - and have, you
know - a future - I think you need some professional help."

   Madison sat there in silence for a moment before she thought of anything
to say.  "Well, I mean - if it bothers you - I could try to wear my three
inch shirts and a pair of shorts to your class."

   "That's not the problem, Madison!  The problem is you're - you're
basically telling me you want to dress like a slut, be a slut, have a slut
reputation.  And you shouldn't want that for yourself.  Okay?"

   "Okay," Madison said.  "I - I know I shouldn't.  But I do."

   "Just - just think about it, okay?" Madison nodded.

   "Am I - can I go now?" Kim just nodded and Madison adjusted her skirt as
she stood and went to the door to leave.

   "I'm going to put some music on, can you close the door behind you,
please," Kim said.

   Madison didn't know what to do.  She walked toward the building exit,
and she couldn't believe she had just confessed everything to her
professor! And on top of that, she had flashed her pussy and shown her the
word 'slut' written on herself and her plug!  What had gotten into her! 
She was so ashamed of herself, but all she wanted to do was masturbate -
and she wasn't even allowed to do that!

   She needed a moment to calm down.  People were still staring at her as
she made her way through the building, and that was just making the
situation worse!  She went to reach for her water bottle, thinking that a
drink might calm her down a little.  But it was gone!  "Where is it?!" She
thought.  In her mind, she went back in time to the last time she drank
from it, trying to figure out where it might be.  "Fuck!  Kim's office! 
The last place I want to be right now!"

   She sighed and turned around.  "Too bad it's a reusable one," she
thought, "or I would just leave it where it is." She rushed back to the
office so she could retrieve it, wanting to get her bottle and get back to
her apartment and hopefully she would finally be able to relax.

   Soon after, she was back at her professor's door.  Somehow, she didn't
think to knock.  Maybe she felt like she didn't have to because she had
walked out three minutes ago, or maybe she felt like they had gotten to
know each over over the past fifteen minutes and her professor wouldn't
mind.

   But either way, she more or less barged into Kim's office, and gasped.
She was sitting in her desk chair with her skirt hiked up around her waist,
fingers buried in her pussy, forcefully pounding herself while she moaned.
And what she was moaning shocked Madison even more.  "The dirty little
cocksucking slut!  Dressing like a fucking whore!  She wants to show her
slutty body off, wants to be a slut!  Ohhh, fuck, Madison, let me see that
fucking pussy, you little whore!  Fuck, you're way too hot to be this much
of a slut!" Kim didn't even notice Madison enter the room.  Between the
music playing and the moaning, she hadn't heard her at all!

   Kim pulled her fingers out of her pussy and brought them to her nose,
sniffing.  "Ohhh, Madison, you smell delicious!" She licked her fingers,
moaning.  "Such a little slut, Madison, you taste like a used up little -".
It was at that moment that Kim opened her eyes.

   "Madison!  What the - oh shit, Madison!" Kim was startled and shocked to
see her student standing in front of her, having caught her pleasuring
herself, fantasizing about her.  She didn't know whether to scold her for
not knocking or apologize for using her as wank fodder, but either way, she
was scared shitless by the appearance of Madison in her office.  Suddenly
her thoughts turned to her career - God, she could probably get fired for
this!  She grew anxious, hoping Madison would not be the type to file a
complaint.

   "Do you knock?!" She said when she had gathered herself and lowered her
skirt.  Her pantyhose and panties both remained bunched around her thighs
and her cardigan was over her desk chair.  Her cropped cami had been pulled
down under her breasts, but her bra remained in place.  "How long have you
been -"

   "Maybe ten seconds?  Long enough to see my professor fingering herself
and hear her moaning my name," Madison said, smiling at Kim.

   "So you, what - decided to watch!" Kim shook her head.  "Jesus, Madison,
I'm sorry, you scared the hell out of me.  Close the door please!" Madison
turned to close the door, and Kim turned around, pulling up her panties and
then her pantyhose before turning around.

   "I'm - God, I'm so sorry, I - I don't know what came over me, I - it's
so wrong of me to think of students that way.  I'm - I'm so sorry, what -
did you need something?"

   "I don't mind," Madison said smiling.  "I'm so turned on watching you!
Oh - I left my bottle." She picked it up off the floor and put it in her
bag.  "But - you know, if you want to fantasize about me, you could - I
mean, you could always look at the real thing." Madison winked and started
to unbutton her skirt.

   "Madison!  No!" Kim practically shouted.

   "What, you don't want to see it again?"

   "It's not that, I mean - it is, but not like that, I mean - shit,
Madison, it's been so long since I was attracted to - to another woman,
fuck!  I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me, I just -"

   Madison dropped her skirt to the floor.

   "God, Madison, please.  I'm going to have to ask you you get dressed and
leave."

   "But I'm such a slut!" Madison cooed.  "Isn't that what you like, your
dirty little slut student taking her clothes off -"

   "No!  Madison!"

   "Oh.  You don't like it?  Because you said - I mean, I don't believe you
don't -"

   "It's not that I don't like it - Christ, why am I saying that?!  I mean,
look, I -"

   "You we're turned on, weren't you?" Madison said, going on the
offensive.

   "I - I -" Kim stammered.

   "Admit it.  You were turned on my my little show and my slutty rules and
my little tiny outfit and the second I was out the door you stripped down
and stuffed your pussy thinking about me!" Madison accused as she walked
around the desk wearing nothing but her bikini top.

   "You wouldn't have been knuckle deep in your pussy if you didn't like
it," Madison said.  "It's okay - I'm a slut.  See?  Says so right here!"
She pointed to the now fully exposed word written above her pussy.

   "No, Madison, I - okay, God, you turned me on.  Not necessarily in
class, but in here - just - your outfit, your talking dirty, telling me
you're a slut, telling me how much you love people thinking you're a slut -
I just lost control of myself, I'm sorry!"

   "So lose control again," Madison said.  She turned around and bent over,
showing Kim her plugged ass.

   "Madison, I can't!  You know I'm forbidden from sexual contact with a
student!  Just like you're forbidden from sexual contact with an
instructor! You could be expelled.  And I could lose my job!"

   Madison inched closer, placing her hand on Kim's shoulder.  "That's only
if anyone finds out.  Which means it's only happening if I complain.  And
believe me, I'm not going to complain.  Just sit back and enjoy yourself -
I want to watch.  We could watch each other!"

   "No!  Seriously, I can't!  Madison!" But Madison had already sat on the
edge of her professor's desk and spread her legs.  "Madison!  Please!"

   "You want this.  Come on, Kim, I know you do.  Just let yourself have it
- have me." Safe stroked her pussy for her professor.  "I'll talk dirty
too. I'll tell you how much of a dirty little slut I am for you.  I'll let
you call me dirty names right to my little dumb cunt face.  And I'll tell
you what the right price is for my little whore holes.  Hint: not much at
all." She stroked her pussy, doing her best to arouse her professor,
keeping in mind she couldn't orgasm.

   "Madison!  God, this is -"

   "Hot.  So hot.  Mmmmm," Madison moaned.  "I'll be your dirty little
slut. I'll come to class and spread my little skirt and let you see me -
all of me - every day.  I'll shove a dildo in there and let you see it
while I sit in your class.  I'll be your dirty pussy eating bitch.  I'll do
what you want, Kim.  I'll write it on my body where everyone can see it,
and I'll do it all for you.  So everyone knows what I am.  I'll ruin myself
for you, professor, ruin my -"

   Madison slowly stood up and inched closer, pulling down Kim's pantyhose
as she talked.  Kim was betrayed by her own desires, powerless to stop
Madison from continuing.

   "Madison, please.  Madison!  No!  Madison!"

   "Shut up and close your eyes.  I'm not Madison, I'm just a brainless set
of fuckholes!"

   "God, Madison -"

   "You know you want it!"

   "I can't have sex with a student!"

   "Then let me strip and show you what a slut I am and you can fuck
yourself to me."

   "Madison!"

   "I'll let you write on me."

   "Madison, ohhhhh God, I -"

   Madison picked up a marker and took the cap off and handed it to Kim. 
"What's it going to be?  Anywhere you want.  I don't care if everyone can
see."

   "Ohhhh God - on your tits - right under your bikini - that's where!"

   "I thought you'd never ask," Madison said with a smile.  She reached
behind her back, pulled the string, and let the top fall to her waist,
hanging there by a thin string.

   "Here, this one's going to say whore," said Kim, panting, as she took
the marker to Madison's left breast.

   "Put a price on me too," Madison cooed.  "You know how I said I'd tell
you what I'd sell myself for?"

   "Ohhhh yes, how much, baby?"

   "Two dollars."

   "What the hell?!  Two dollars?!"

   "Better hurry before I drop the price," said Madison.  "I'm just a cheap
fucking whore.  It turns me on to be so nasty to sell my body for basically
a bottle of Coke."

   "That's nasty - you're a nasty little whore!"

   "So nasty, so cheap!" Madison reached out and up Kim's skirt and stroked
her pussy through her panties and pantyhose.

   "Madison, Goddddd, you can't!"

   "I just did.  And I liked it!" Madison leaned in and locked lips with
her professor, spinning her head into a whirlwind and erotically taking her
to a different planet.  And Madison knew Kim would not be able to refuse
her any longer.

   "Ohhhh," Kim moaned passionately as Madison's tongue entered her mouth.
She put her hands on Madison's shoulders, thinking of pushing her away, but
she could not resist and gave in, opening her mouth to allow Madison to
explore.

   "Madison, we can't - we could get in so much trouble!"

   "We both want it.  I know how turned on you are seeing how much of a
slut I am.  I watched you, fingers up to your knuckles, craving me."

   "Just - okay - can we just - can I just - we can finger - we can
masturbate together, just -".  Madison interrupted her with another kiss.

   "Just what?" Madison asked, nose against Kim's, when she finally ended
the kiss.

   "We will watch each other masturbate.  That's as far as this is going to
go.  Understand?  And I shouldn't even be doing that much, it's just that
-"

   "Just that what?"

   "That you're such a dirty little slut, I can't help myself!"

   "And talk dirty too?"

   "Ohhhh yes we can talk dirty!" Kim moaned.

   "About my skimpy little outfits and how much of a slut I am?" Madison
asked as Kim stood, pulling her panties and hose down to her knees before
sitting back down in her chair.

   "Yes!" Kim said quickly.  She motioned for Madison to sit on the desk.

   "Would you like me to spread my legs for you, professor?  Show you my
little slut hole?"

   "Ohhhh, yes," Kim moaned.  "Show me your slutty pussy!"

   Madison gleefully spread her legs, letting Kim take in the view.  She
started to softly stroke herself.

   "Harder, slut, I want to see you take it," Kim said.

   "I can't - I can't orgasm though," Madison protested.

   "Why not?"

   "More rules.  Can't until tomorrow."

   "You're not letting yourself cum?!" Kim wondered why anyone in their
right mind would deny themselves that pleasure.

   "I like making myself desperate," Madison explained as she softly
stroked herself.  "It turns me into a huge slut when I'm not allowed to cum
and I'll do just about anything."

   "Ohhhhh, we'll it's working!" Kim said.  Three of her fingers were
stuffed halfway into her pussy already.

   "I'm just a slut for you to use," Madison said.  "Come on, use me to get
off.  You know you want to."

   "Ohhhhh yes, I do want to!"

   "Did you like my outfit today, professor?"

   "Ohhhhh you filthy little slut, walking around campus, sitting in class
in a bikini top and - and a - short skirt that - ohhhhh you fucking showed
your pussy to everyone like such a little whore!"

   "Mmmmm, I loved showing my body off today, professor!  I felt like such
a dumb little slut!"

   "Ohhhh you liked doing that?!  Why?" Kim pressed her fingers all the way
into her pussy now.

   "Because I'm a slut and I like to show off my dirty little body and -
and I like making the guys hard and - and the girls wet."

   "What else do you like, Madison?"

   "I like being slapped in the face."

   "Ohhhhh you like being roughed up, do you, slut?"

   "Yes," Madison said.  She slapped her own face and smiled.  "Like that,
see?"

   "Ohhhh, Madison!"

   "And I like having sex with people I'm not supposed to, like - nasty old
men and - and strangers."

   "Ohhhh Madison, you're - you're such a filthy slut - I had.  I no idea
you were such a little fuck doll!"

   "I am.  I'm just a set of holes."

   "Ohhhhhhhh!" Kim was pounding her pussy with her fingers now.

   "Ever slapped a nasty little bitch in the face?"

   "N-no."

   "Want to?  Trust me, I can take it.  I've been slapped around a LOT."
Madison pushed herself off the desk and got a little closer, bringing her
face within reach.

   "Madison, I can't, that was -"

   "I know you want to slap me for being such a whore and wearing that
outfit to class."

   "Fine!" Kim said, almost angrily.  She leaned forward and gave Madison a
decent slap.

   "Thank you, professor.  Now just lay back.  I want to -"

   "Madison!  Ohhhhhh Madison!" But it was too late.  She had buried her
face in Kim's lap and was greedily eating her pussy.

   "Ohhhhh Madison, this - ohhhh!  This wasn't what we - fuuuuck! 
Discussed!"

   "I know professor.  But you seem to like it."

   "I don't - I - I can't - ohhhhhh I can't stop you little whore!  Yes! 
Eat my pussy!  Ohhhh you fucking - you dressed like a slut - ohhhh yes! 
You showed off!  You fucking little - yes!" Madison started moaning as she
pushed her tongue in as far as it would go before pausing to suck Kim's
clit.

   "God, you shouldn't be - shouldn't be doing this!  Shouldn't want this!
You fucking whore!  You two dollar whore, eat my pussy, ohhhhhhhhhh!  Go
sell yourself you whore!  Fuck I want your pussy hanging out every class, I
want you to fuck every - ohhhh every fucking - everybody!  Ohhhhh I'm
cumming you nasty slut!  Ohhhhhh fuck!"

   Madison lapped greedily as Kim wrapped her legs around her shoulders,
tensing up, exploding.  She barely made a sound at this point, but Madison
had gotten what she wanted - to be used.

   "Madison, fuck!  I needed that!  But you can never tell ANYONE what
happened here today."

   "I won't, I promise," said Madison.  "And you can never complain about
my clothes again, or my desire to show off."

   "Okay - wear whatever you want," Kim said with a smile.

   "Good."

   "You know - a short skirt, like that one - and just a bra would look
great on you."

   "You'll see my pussy hanging out of it next Tuesday," Madison said with
a wink.  "And if you want to write on me before class, or help me cut up my
clothes so I don't have any choice - just text me."

   And then Madison put on her clothes and she was gone, wondering how she
had let her sexual frustration take over again.

   It was an agonizing night for Madison.  She was so horny she didn't know
what to do.  She rubbed her pussy frequently, thinking of her outfit, her
professor, and occasionally her task for the following day.  She eventually
got on her webcam and wrote more and more filthy, degrading words on her
body, touching her pussy, pinching her nipples and slapping her face for
groups of men until she had helped a dozen or so to orgasm.  She didn't
bother trying to get close to cumming, she just gently stroked herself,
pinched and wrote on her body and let them use her.

   Morning came, and Madison had seemingly forgotten all about her
punishment.  She went about her business, getting ready, putting on a level
1, mid-thigh skirt and puking out her American flag strappy cutoff top that
was basically the size of a bra.  "Well - it's skimpy - but at least my
skirt is longer.  And it won't be as ridiculous as a bikini top!" She
suddenly remembered it was February, and decided maybe this wasn't much
better after all.  Suddenly a text came in.

   "Hey slut.  Meet me outside the library." Fuck!  It was Alyssa.  As soon
as Madison saw it, she remembered her punishment - and she wasn't quite
sure she was ready

   Madison grabbed her bag and followed the orders though, wearing nothing
but her skirt, her tiny top, and a pair of sneakers.  She quickly made her
way to the library, muttering to herself to make sure she never forgot to
write on her body again.

   "Hi, how's Madison the campus slut today?" Alyssa greeted her with a hug
as they met.

   "Oh, good, I -" Madison stopped, looking Alyssa over.  She had on a
leather skirt, which would have been a level 2 had Madison been wearing it,
paired with over the knee black boots.  Fishnets bridged the gap between
her boots and skirt.  She had on a loose, cropped, white T-shirt, exposed
pierced midriff, and a jacket on over the shirt.  "God, she looks hot,"
Madison thought.

   "Stop ogling me!" Alyssa said forcefully, grabbing Madison by the ear.
"You're lucky I'm giving you a freebie.  Most people have to pay for this
shit."

   "For - pay for what?"

   "To get me to record humiliating videos of them hoping nobody will ever
see but the two of us.  Let me know if you're interested, this one's free
but then you're done."

   Alyssa pulled a red marker out of her jacket.  Madison stood there, in
disbelief about what was happening.  She had already crossed campus with
"slut" written on herself before, but that was in the middle of the night
and it was over in a few minutes - this was an hour, and it was in the
daytime where she would be more easily recognized.

   "You ready for this?" Alyssa asked.  She already had the recording
going.

   "No," Madison said with an embarrassed laugh, holding her head in one of
her hands as she stood.  Looking down, it occurred to her that it was a
little strange that she cared about the writing but she had mostly gotten
over her clothing choices.

   "Welcome to your new reality, slut," Alyssa said with a wicked smile. 
She grazed Madison's exposed midriff with her fingernail, and Madison grew
excited at the sensation and struggled not to bite her lip, not wanting to
let Alyssa know she enjoyed it.  But it was too late, Alyssa was on to her
and she knew Madison was toast.

   "Just wait - you're going to be exposed all over campus like the slut
you are.  You'll have it written on your body, completely exposed, every
single class, every single time, everyone will know." Madison shuddered and
took a deep breath.  "You need to accept that you're a slut, a free use
fucktoy - a set of holes." Alyssa had both hands on Madison's midriff now,
sinking her nails into Madison's flesh as if she was a cat clawing her
friend.  She leaned in and gave Madison a sensual, soft, but short kiss. 
Madison shuddered as Alyssa pulled away.

   "That's what you want, isn't it?  To be exposed all over campus as the
school whore?  You only have 3 months.  You need this and you need it now."
Madison bit her lip.

   "You dress like such a whore.  Lots of people around here know all about
you, you have no idea the way they talk about you.  You're quite the little
attention whore.  Come on, just a little worse.  Let me write slut on your
stomach and show everyone what you are." Madison nodded her approval.  It
was something about the way Alyssa literally put her claws into her skin
that made Madison go wild.  She couldn't contain herself anymore.

   "Alyssa-"

   "Yes slut?" She asked as she started drawing large letters on Madison's
exposed stomach.

   "Make then big, I don't want to ever take it back.  And make it
permanent." Madison thought.  She was drifting off into one of her crazy,
but no longer so far fetched, fantasies, until Alyssa brought her back.

   It was a quick slap to the face after Alyssa had finished the "L" of the
word slut.  "What is it, slut?  Sluts speak when they are spoken to!"
Alyssa barked in a hushed tone.

   "Yeah, I - I want a huge gangbang for graduation."

   "Five hundred dollars and I set one up at my place.  Invite the whole
school.  I'd say you could have a hundred dicks if we do it right."

   "Ohhhh fuck yes," Madison cooed.  "I'm going to be so exposed and ruined
forever by then anyway.  I mean - I really don't care about myself anymore,
I just want to be the biggest whore."

   "I know, slut," Alyssa whispered.  "No condoms, no questions, just raw
nasty free use fuckfest with Madison Kendall Holt as the center of
attention." Alyssa stopped and looked over her work.  The letters were at
least eight inches high and thick.

   "Let's go." Alyssa said, and the walk began.  Madison was incredibly
aroused - she really didn't care about that letters so much, she didn't
even care who saw anymore.  Her eyes were cast down in shame, but all she
could think about was a gangbang to end her college days.  A real, nasty,
all-weekend, open-invite fuck fest.  She'd be blindfolded, tied up.  Used
by countless dicks.  She'd never knew who they were or anything about them.
She'd just cum over and over allowing her body to be used that way.  Oh,
God she was a mess!"

   "Maddie?" Alyssa said teasingly.  "Slut?  You in your own world?" People
were staring but Madison didn't even notice.

   "Yeah - just fantasizing about that gangbang."

   "Yeah, tell me about it while we walk."

   "I'm tied up, blindfolded, no idea who's fucking me.  I'm slapped, spit
on, hit, pinched.  I feel like a whore.  I don't know - is it someone from
class, a professor, somebody's cousin in town for the weekend?"

   "Go on, slut."

   "I'm taking cock after cock.  No rights, just three holes to use.  It
doesn't matter that I get tired, that I get all used up, I'm only part way
through.  Filled up with cum every couple minutes and another cock slides
in me.  My mouth, my pussy, my ass."

   "And then?"

   "Then it's the really nasty ones later.  They don't care how many cocks
I've already had, they get so turned on my be being a slut they just pound
me regardless.  They're the ones that should have brought a test - but we
decided anyone could use me.  Anyone.  And we didn't make them get tested."

   "We can make everyone show a test, that's completely normal, I -"

   "Yeah but I mean - in my fantasy - literally anyone.  They could be
oozing pus and I'd never know.  I'm helpless.  You abandon me.  It was a
gangbang party, but now it's every cock I've ever teased coming in and
ruthlessly using me.  Hitting me, forcing me.  It hurts, I'm screaming for
it to stop, but it doesn't stop.  There's a line a hundred guys long
waiting, but I don't know how many are left, they just keep coming.  I'm
crying, I can't take any more, I pass out."

   "Madison - I mean - that's too much - wow, that's really -"

   "Sorry babe, I'm really fucking horny.  This damn punishment!  My mind
just starts going and I can't stop it.  I don't want to."

   "Madison -"

   "I'm crying," she continued.  "I'm desperate.  I pass out but guys just
keep fucking my pussy and ass.  I'm just a piece of meat and they know it.
They've seen the videos and they know I need it so they don't care. 
Somebody pisses on me and wakes me up and hits me and I'm just used
constantly.  Calling me nasty names, telling me I better get used to being
a whore.  As if I'm not already.  I just keep passing out and getting woken
up all night.  Guys fucking me and leaving, I'll never know who or how many
and I'm not even sure I wasn't drugged.  I'm pretty sure I'm going to be
tied up and used daily, taken away and sold, I start to wonder why I agreed
to this."

   "But that wasn't -"

   "I know.  Like I said."

   "Okay, ten minutes in, can you believe that?!"

   All of the sudden Madison's freshman year roommate was right in front of
her, staring at her midriff, bewildered.

   "Madison?"

   "Riley?"

   "You - what the hell, is that - I mean - why-" Riley just stared in
disbelief at Madison's exposed midriff.  Madison, all of the sudden, felt a
rush of shame and felt all the dignity escape her body as her one time
friend and roommate - a good, polite, thoughtful and sexually naive girl -
looked her over.

   "I - I mean, I -" Madison stammered, struggling for an explanation. 
But, whether it was due to the fact that she was in a hard to explain
condition, or whether she was just so surprised to see Riley there that she
was unable to think ok her feet at that moment, she couldn't think of one.

   "Madison, are you okay?" Riley went on.  "I mean, even if you've - even
if that's true - you don't have to advertise it out here all over campus to
get - I mean - that's what tinder is for, you know?"

   Madison laughed.  "Yeah, thanks Riley," she said.  "I'm fine."

   "You are walking around freezing your ass off in half a shirt and a mini
skirt during the winter with 'slut' written on your stomach.  You don't
look fine, sorry, but you don't.  I want to help you."

   "I'm fine, I-"

   "Is she making you do this?" Riley asked, looking at Alyssa.

   "She's being punished," Alyssa chimed in, shooting a glare at Riley. 
"And I'm not making her do anything she doesn't already want to do.  But
you know...I bet I could get you into doing a few things you had no idea
you even needed," Alyssa said, softening her tone, almost flirting with
Riley, seeing if she could intrigue her.

   "Punished for what?" Riley said.  "And - eww!"

   "For - for forgetting to write it under my clothes," Madison explained.

   Riley shook her head in disbelief.  Madison dropped her head and looked
at the ground.  She had never felt so ashamed.  Riley would not be the sort
of person she would be comfortable being exposed and outed to.

   "Look her up, she's all over the internet.  Webslut Madison." Alyssa
chimed in.

   "Alyssa, what the fuck?!" Madison said loudly, shooting her a glare.

   "Yeah, um - I'll check it out.  And you let me know if you're okay,"
Riley said.

   "And you let me know when you've had a bad day and you just want another
woman to give your body what it craves and make it all go away," Alyssa
said with a smirk.

   "Oh yeah?  And what would that be?"

   Alyssa looked Riley in the eye, and as she did, she reached out and
touched Riley's cheek.  "Pain," she said softly.  "A little pain and it all
goes away."

   Riley shook her head in disbelief and then pulled Madison aside. 
"Seriously, are you in some kind of messed up cult or something?"

   "No," Madison said with a laugh.

   "Are you really a slut?"

   "Yeah.  Honestly, and a kinda nasty one too.  Look at the stuff online."
Madison admitted.  She could not have felt more humiliated.

   "Tell you what, Madison.  Your punishment is over now - it's been twenty
minutes, but I'll let you go IF you give me the password for your Twitter."

   "Really?" Madison was so humiliated she probably would have done
anything to get out of the mess she was in.  And she would just change her
password when she got back to her apartment anyway.

   "Yep, really."

   Madison pulled her phone from her back pocket and sent a quick text to
Alyssa.

   "Done," she said.

   "Okay, you can go," Alyssa said.  "Here, take my jacket.  Cover that
up." Madison sis as she was told, took the jacket and covered up the
writing with it.

   "Thanks, I - I will give this back next week."

   "Don't forget.  Or there will be consequences." Alyssa smiled.

   Madison get almost gleeful as she walked back to her apartment.  She
didn't have any more classes that day, so she was ready to have a drink and
start the weekend.  Perhaps she would not have been so giddy if the knew
what was going to happen next.