Date: Fri, 29 Mar 2013 05:19:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jane Parks <janeparkshot@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hello Miss Jane 2

Hello Miss Jane 2

By Sweet Kira and edited by Jane Parks.

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Sweet Kirs saw her little story being posted to Nifty, and she immediately
wrote to Miss Jane.

Thank you so much for posting my report.  Your slave was so thrilled that
her owner approved of her report.  Your slave is so glad that she pleased
you.  Yes, Miss Jane, i am ready for more.  Your slave's first task was so
exciting and she would like to try other humiliating tasks for you.

Thank you so much,
Your sluttly little sub
Kira

Jane's reply...

kira,

Same blouse, three buttons unbuttoned.  Same skirt.  No bra.  No panties.
Same mall.  Go to a shop that specializes in young girls clothing.  Try on
several pairs of very short shorts.  Buy the one that makes you look the
sluttiest.  Wear it out of the shop.  Walk through the mall, then out to
your car.  Get in.  Unsnap your shorts and pull the zipper down. Play with
your puss till you cum,.  Lick your fingers and say out loud "i belong to
Jane" Drive home that way.

Jane

Sweet Kira's Second Report...

Hello Miss Jane,

My second report is below.  This task was as bad as i thought it would be,
Miss Jane.  i was so humiliated through so much of it and felt so ashamed
with myself afterwards.  But your little toy has to admit that she has
never really done anything this exciting before - so, so scary, but omg so
exciting too.  i hope my report pleases you, Miss Jane.  Thank you for this
task.  i hope i was a good girl for you.

kira's Report:

Your little girl slut slave was even more nervous with this task, because
she knew that she would be even more exposed than last time, and that she
would eventually end up wearing something even more embarrassing and
degrading..  Your slave wasn't sure what you meant by a clothing store for
young girls.  Did that mean 16-17 yo, 13-15 yo, or younger.  Your slave
decided that young teen was probably what was meant.

She dressed in the same too tight shirt, but left three buttons undone.
Looking down, she was very chagrined to see that her entire chest was
visible, her breasts pushing open the shirt front.  I wasn't sure is the
shirt being so tight was a good or a bad thing.  Being tight meant that
there was less fear of her breasts popping out, but it being so tight meant
that her breasts pushed the front open even more, making her chest quite
visible to everyone.  No matter how you looked at it, your little slave
would be very exposed.  Plus my nipples were already hardening a bit, from
the cool air or from my excitement, I couldn't tell, but they were plainly
visible poking through the material.  Miss Jane, you have seen pictures of
your plaything's breasts, so you know what she is talking about.

Your slut then pulled on the same too small, too short skirt, plus her
heels and, ready or not ( and she really was not ), it was time to go.  I
covered myself up for the walk to my car and climbed in.  My little skirt
immediately rode up and reminded me to report something that I forgot last
time.  The skirt, already too short for normal wear, rode up a considerably
when i sat in the car.  My pussy was just barely covered while driving.  I
didn't even want to think of the show i was putting on for other drivers.

When I got to the mall, i had to sit in my car thinking.  I was so scared,
Miss Jane. I really didn't want to do this.  I didn't want to walk through
this same mall again, looking like a cheap little tramp.  I'm really not
like that, and i was pretty ashamed to be looking and acting like this.  I
don't know what came over me so quickly, as i so easily fell under your
control.  You seemed to know just how to control me and make me do these
horribly humiliating things.

I looked down at my wide open shirt again, seeing my breasts sitting there,
exposed, or at least nearly so.  Certainly more so than last time.  Your
slave will admit Mss Jane that her biggest fear was something that she
really hadn't thought of last time.  What if someone takes my picture here
and posts it somewhere.  That thought now scared me so much.  I'm not sure
why it never occurred to me last time, but now it did.  I would die if my
picture ended up on some site, with me dressed like this.  Once again, i
thought about what i was doing here, and what the consequences of this
could be.  I just really wanted to drive home and forget about this.  But i
couldn't.  I'm not sure why, but i knew i was going to go through with it.
To please my owner.  Pleasing you, Miss Jane, succumbing to your wishes to
humiliate me and make me expose myself in this way, had become my way.
Despite the fear, the thrill and excitement was even greater. There was
something about this degrading behavior that i craved.

I got out of my car and walked into the mall.  It wasn't too crowded, thank
god, but there were some people.  I passed a couple of women, in their
forties or so, and following my instructions from last week, i smiled at
them and managed to mumble Hi.  They looked at me with amused disdain.  I
could almost feel their disgust as their eyes swept over me.  As they
passed, i heard one of them comment "her mother must be so proud".  I felt
my face turn red and just kept walking.

I wondered if perhaps i would run into Cathy, the woman i had met here last
week.  That would be interesting.  But i didn't see her.

There is a small boutique in this mall that caters to girl teen fashions.
I've been in it once or twice before, but never bought anything.  I always
found the clothes a little young for me.  But i knew that was exactly what
you would want your little baby doll looking at, Miss Jane, so i went in
there.

Walking in, i was immediately embarrassed.  There were a number of
customers, all young, although one young teen was with her mother.  People
looked at me, seeing how i was dressed, how exposed i was.  I watched one
girl at a display rack of tops as she nudged her friend and pointed at me.
Both of them stared at me and I could see the amused look on their faces.
Even those little teens knew a trampy slut when they saw one.  I lowered my
eyes and continued past them.  Again, following previous instructions, I
steeled myself and smiled at the mother of the young teen.  It was hard to
do, and if her daughter had been right there at the time, i might not have
been able to do it.  But at that moment the daughter was looking elsewhere,
so i looked at the woman, smiled and said hi - as sweetly as I could.  I
felt so silly doing that, but i knew Miss Jane would want me to.  It was so
humiliating to be seen like that and actually talking to an older woman.
Like I was flirting with her, or something. She looked a little embarrassed
at my attention, but her eyes did stray down to my open shirt.  When that
happened, I could feel my face flush, so I kept walking.  As i walked away,
I could almost feel her eyes on my little bottom, barely covered by my
skirt.

The shorts were near the back of the store and i went to look at them.
There were several styles and colors and i looked at a number of them.
What I noticed almost immediately was that i wasn't sure if any of them
would fit me.  They looked like they really were for little girls.  I took
a couple of pairs and went to the fitting rooms to try them on.  I didn't
like what i saw, so i went back for others.  I finally found something that
i thought Miss Jane would like.  They were purple, very short and looked a
little too small for me.  I took then to the fitting room and tried them
on.  They were a little too small ( well maybe more than a little ).  I
pulled and tugged them up over my bare bottom and pussy.  They were tight
and really, really short.  They hugged my bottom like a second skin and i
could feel the crotch digging into my pussy a little.  That wasn't good, as
my pussy was already a little moist.  I pulled up the zipper.....but was
unable to button them.  I stood there, the shorts gaping open a little at
the waist and looked at myself in the mirror.  I looked ridiculous.  Like a
24 yo trying to wear a 14 yo's shorts.  But something told me that this was
exactly what Miss Jane would want.  I stood there for the longest time,
looking at myself and trying to build up the courage to buy - and wear -
these in the store and the mall.  I finally tugged them off, and pulled
back on my skirt.  There was a little stain at the crotch.  I thought, well
I have to buy them now.

I went to the checkout and luckily there was no one in line.  A woman who
looked to be about 40 was working.  She was kind of attractive, long blond
hair and a pretty face.  She looked at me as i approached and she smiled
just a little.  But it wasn't a customer welcoming smile.  I couldn't put
my finger on it, but it was kind of a knowing smile.  She rang up the
shorts and i paid for them.  She than asked me if i needed a bag and i said
that i would wear them home, if that was OK.  She looked at me, with a
gleam in her eyes, then did something that horrified me.  She held the
shorts up to display them and said, way too loud.  "These are for you?"  I
immediately felt my face flush and I could just imagine how humiliated I
looked.  I stood there, shocked, for just a second - then looked around
quickly to see if anyone else had heard.  The same two teens from earlier
were at a nearby display and were now looking at me again - and my shorts -
which the cashier was still holding up.  I could almost feel my face
turning even redder.  I turned back to the cashier, but could not make
myself look at her.  I just mumbled.  "Could I please have my shorts."
Instead of giving them to me, she said "these won't fit you, sweetie.
These are for a young girl."  I just stood there, unable to move and unable
to say anything.  I was so embarrassed.  I didn't know what to do.  I
wanted to just run from the store and go home.  I felt tears welling up in
my eyes.  I finally found my voice, sort of, and barely whispering now,
asked if I could please have my shorts.  The cashier, chuckled a little,
handed me my shorts and receipt and told me the changing rooms were in the
back.  I thanked her, barely recognizing my own voice, and scurried away to
the fitting rooms.  I could feel three pair of eyes on me as I walked away.

I went to the changing room and tugged the shorts back up, now sorry that I
had chosen these.  I suddenly was very nervous about putting them on and
proving the point made by the cashier - that these shorts were too small
and tight for me and what was I doing wearing them.  But I knew what I was
going to be doing, so I tugged them up and pull up the zipper as high as I
could.  I thought of sucking in my tummy and trying to button them, but I
figured that would look even more foolish, so I left them unbuttoned.

I turned to the door, hoping, please, that no one was out there.  I opened
the door and peaked out.  Seeing no one, I stepped out and quickly headed
to the store's entrance, but before I had taken two steps, I saw her.  The
cashier.  She was right there, pretending to work on a display of clothes,
but I knew what she was really doing.  Waiting for me.

I stopped, unable to look at her, and tried to step around her.  But she
stepped in front of me, blocking my way.  I just stood there, eyes down,
unable to look at her at all.  I was standing there, looking like some
hooker ready to go to work, while I knew she was checking me out.

( Miss Jane, the conversation below is a close approximation of what
happened.  Not exact, but close.  )

"Can I please get by?"

"Well, I wanted to see what you new shorts looked like.  They're really
cute.  A little small though."

"Please....ummmm...I just want to leave...and go home.  Please."

I kept my eyes on the floor and shifting from foot to foot, feeling my
heart beating, feeling my skin reddening.

"Why do you dress like this?  Do you like it?  You look kind of cute, but a
little trampy.  Do you always dress like this?"

My voice stuck in my throat.  I thought I was going to be sick.
"ummmm...no, I don't usually dress like this.  Just tonight."

"Why?"

Please.  Can I just leave?"

"Why do you dress like that?"

I didn't know what to say.  I wanted to just run, but I was frozen in
place.  The humiliation I was feeling was absolute.

"I was told to dress like this."

"You were told to dress like that?  By who?"

"A woman I know.  Please, I need to get going."

"A woman told you to dress like a little tramp and come to the mall
shopping, and you did it?"

"yes", I barely whispered.  I could hardly talk.  My heart was hammering
now.

"Do you want to leave?"

"Yes.  Please."

"You can leave, but you need to do something for me first."

I paused, wondering what was coming next - actually fearing what was coming
next.

"What....what do I have to do?"

"Well, I'm looking at that shirt of yours, and it's obvious that you like
showing off your breasts.  If you show me your breasts, and I mean right
now, you can leave."

I couldn't believe what I had heard.  I couldn't do that.  Walking around
like this was one thing.  But no one could actually see my breasts.  She
wanted me to expose myself.

"Please don't make me do that.  Please.  I just want to go home."

I was so ashamed as I heard my own voice, more of a whimper than anything
else.  I stood there for a moment, wondering how I got to this state.  I'm
a grown woman, intelligent, educated, a good job, out on my own - and here
I was, like a little girl being scolded by an adult - told that I needed to
show her my breasts in order to be allowed to leave the store.

I stood there for a moment.  Scared.  My heart hammering even more.  My
mouth so dry.

"If I show them to you, can I leave?"

"Yes, sweetie, you can leave after you do as you're told."

I cringed as I heard her say that.  I was under someone else's control now
- again.  And so easily.  I was so ashamed of myself.  I looked right and
left, to make sure we were alone.  I stood for a moment, knowing that I had
no choice, then slowly reached up, took the sides of my shirt and slowly
pulled them apart until I felt my breasts pop out.

I heard her gasp, just a little.  Unhappily, I felt my own body betray me
as my nipples stiffened even more.  I knew she could see that.  I left them
uncovered for a moment, then covered them up again.  I just wanted to get
out of there now.  I had proven without a doubt that I was a slut - a
depraved little slut, willing to expose myself pretty much to anyone who
demanded it.  I needed to get out of there.  I needed to get home.

"That was lovely, sweetie." as she snickered a little and stepped out of
the way.

I stepped past her, still unable to look at her, and started for the door.
I could feel her eyes on me as I walked away.

Head down, I walked quickly out of the mall, barely aware of anyone around
me.  I looked so foolish, I knew that.  I looked so humiliatingly depraved
and felt so degraded.  I was crying a little, I think.  I barely remember
getting back to my car.  Climbing inside, I sat there, letting myself calm
down - although I didn't think that was ever going to happen.  Tear in my
eyes, I sat there, chest heaving, heart still pounding.  Slowly, really
slowly, I calmed down.  As I calmed a little, I began to realize how hot I
was, how excited I was.  I couldn't believe I had done that.  But I could
feel my nipples, hard and aching.  I could also feel how wet I was.  Oddly
that made me feel even more ashamed.  Having just debased myself,
humiliated and shamed myself, in front of a complete stranger - yet now I
was horny.  God, i was so horny.  I let my left hand slip inside my shirt
and lightly tickled my right breasts and nipple.  Before i could go home, i
had to finish my task.

I tried to slip my right hand down my shorts, but they were too tight.  I
lifted my hips up a bit and tugged the shorts down a little.  Suddenly, i
was so hot.  My pussy was burning, almost dripping.  I needed to cum.  I
reclined my seat a little and leaned back.  My left hand squeezed and
pulled my nipples, hurting them.  My right hand slipped down my shorts and
stroked my slit, all soppy wet.  I knew i had to hurry.  I was sitting in a
parking lot.

I slipped first one, then a second finger deep up inside my puss.  It was
so wet.  Sliding my fingers in and out, slowly finger fucking myself.  I
pinched my right nipple - hard - sending a small wave of pain through me.
I plunged my fingers deep into my puss, and used the heel of my hand to rub
and press my clit.

It took only a few seconds for my orgasm to wash over me with wave after
wave of pleasure.  I closed my eyes and threw my head back.  Little
guttural sounds escaped my lips.  I pushed my fingers deeper inside my
pussy as my orgasm just seemed to build and build, stronger and stronger.
Finally, slowly, so wonderfully slowly, my cum subsided.  My breathing
slowed.  I lay back in my car, in the parking lot, one hand down my shorts
sliding over my slit, and the other hand softly caressing my breasts.

I rested for a few more seconds, then suddenly remembered where I was.  I
looked around, but luckily there was no one nearby.  I took my hand out of
my shorts, and could feel my juices covering it.  I licked my hand first,
tasting that taste that i love so much.  Then i slid my juice-coated
fingers into my mouth and slowly sucked them clean, savoring that thick
musky taste.  I finished cleaning them, then prepared to leave.

I was feeling better, but still was shaken a little over what I had done in
the store and then again right here.  I shuddered a little as i thought of
what would have happened if a security guard or the police had come upon
me, half naked, with my hand down my shorts, playing with my pussy, right
in this public parking lot.  I needed to get home.  I started my car and
drove away, heading home, wondering what Miss Jane had in store next for
her little girl slave slut.

Jane's assessment...

As I said last time, kira is the perfect subby slut girl.  She obeys orders
no matter how humiliating or degrading they are.  She is a true
exhibitionist in the sense that she uses the excuse of intimidation to do
what she really wants to do anyway, and that is expose her sweet body to
other women within an erotic context.  She loves the excitement, the danger
of possible discovery, and the fear she feels as she is being ordered to do
the slutty things she already wants to do.  Rest assured I shall find
additional ways to provide her with the erotic rush she craves.

Sweet Kira's request...

Miss Jane, if you plan to publish this report in Nifty, your little girl
slut would like to ask something, please.  If Miss Jane approves, she could
add kira's email address to the report, perhaps with an invitation for
other women to contact your slave, with their own comments and suggestions.
Your slave would enjoy that Miss Jane, as long as she has you approve.

Jane's reply...

Should any of my loyal readers wish to communicate via email with Sweet
Kira, they may do so by emailing me.  I shall screen these emails and pass
any that make me tingle on to Sweet Kira.

This work is copyright (c) 2013 by Sweet Kira and edited by Jane Parks. You
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