"Just throw it away. Out of the door. Get it out of my sight, the colour's making me sick." I did as I was ordered and sat staring at the linoleum floor. "Okay," she continued, "lose the bra. And look at me when you do it. I don't like insolence."

I slid my hands behind my back and unhooked my bra. It slipped off me and I shrugged it clear, gathering it in my hands. I sat before her, naked from the waist up. The last time I had been naked from the waist down, so she had seen the full set now. My nipples were hard and prominent with shame.

"Christ," she cried, dragging on her cigarette, "I can't believe this. It's like a dream." She felt along the kitchen workbench and grabbed her mobile phone. "Gotta tell Shona about this." She held the phone up and I watched, sick to the pit of my stomach, as she began dialling a number.

Not only was this repellent woman intent on humiliating me, she intended broadcasting the fact to the world. I bit my lip and tried not to cry.

"Shona," she yelled, the excitement audible in her voice, "hi, it's me. Yeah, yeah, how are you? Yeah, just great, you know, great. Hey, listen, you'll never believe what I'm looking at. Never." She laughed, a coarse, cruel bellow of a laugh. "You know that odd woman I told you about, the one that got spanked by her hubby the other week in the garden and had to go about all day with no knickers on? Yeah? Yeah, that's the one. Well, you'll never believe this. I have her sitting in front of me right now. With no top on. Starkers from the waist up. She 3;. why?"

This was agony. I could only sit and listen as this woman revealed my humiliating details to some other person I had never heard of.

"Why? Because I told her to! Honestly! She gets off on it. She's a slave, does what she's told. What? 3; No, I'm not joking, really. Wait, I'll ask her to do something else."

Sue dragged deeply on her cigarette and stared at me, with a look of what could only be described as triumph.

"Harriet," she said, "you've got nice little titties. Why don't you touch them for me." I stared at her coldly. She was using me, degrading me for her own gratification. And yet, I couldn't fail to comply, as my Master had willed it, and she was not advocating any physical contact. Abstractedly, removing my emotions from my actions, I placed my hand to my left breast and squeezed it.

"Christ, she's doing it!" Sue cried into the phone triumphantly. "Can you believe it? She's actually doing it!" There was a pause while Shona replied, and it was obvious from Sue's face that Shona didn't believe it. And why should she? A more far-fetched scene it would be impossible to imagine. Except it was happening. To me.

"Okay then," she told the phone, "I'll prove it. Harriet, tell me what you're doing. Nice, loud voice please, so Shona can hear it." She held the phone up in the air, facing towards me.

Great sobs heaved within me, and I struggled not to let them out. I didn't want to reveal the effect this was having on me: the woman had too much power over me as it was. I coughed quietly and spoke up as clearly as I could.

"I'm sitting on a chair in Sue's kitchen. I have no blouse or bra on, and I am feeling my left breast."

There was silence for a moment, then Sue trumpeted into the phone "See! Now do you believe me? She does whatever I tell her to." I could hear a long and hearty laugh from the other end of the phone. "You better believe it, girl." Sue continued. "Harriet and I are going to get better acquainted. Much better acquainted. What? Yes, she's got a ridiculous miniskirt on, why?" There was a pause again. "Oh yeah, you want to tell her to do something? Okay, I'll hand you over."

Sue jumped off her stool and handed the phone to me. "Shona has something to tell you," she said, with a gleam in her eye. I took the phone and put it to my ear.

"Yes," I replied.

"Is that Harriet?" I said yes, it was. "Well, Harriet, seems like you're a very well behaved person, who does what she's told. So here's what I want you to do. My friend, Sue, doesn't like your miniskirt. Take it off please. And let me hear the zip coming down."

There was no point in arguing, so wordlessly I got off my seat, laid the phone on it and, standing as close to the phone as I could, unbuttoned my skirt and eased the zip down. I pulled the skirt down over my thighs and knees and let it drop to the floor. I picked up the phone again and, turning to face Sue, spoke into it. "I've done that."

I knew what was coming next, and almost before the instruction had been given I had placed the phone on the chair again and started to peel off my panties. I stretched to my full height and stood before Sue, completely naked.

Impatiently, she waved her hand and indicated for me to pass her the phone. I did so, and sat back in my seat again, my legs tightly together, hand on my lap, hiding my pussy.

"Jesus, Shona," she said into the phone. "This is something else. What? No, I'm not allowed. No contact, apparently. Her 'Master'," she said the word with a sneer, "won't allow that. But anything else is fair game, I think. Tell you what. I think you should get over here right now. We could have some real fun. What? Norman? No he won't be home till late. And I don't want him to know anything about this. This is too good. So you going to get over here? Ten minutes? Brilliant. I'll be thinking of some chores we can have little Harriet do."