"Excellent. We will be going to my house first. I have some chores for you." She starts driving. "Now normally I would probably have you come out naked, but seeing as it’s our first 'date' I am going to start out easy. I will only make you strip once we get to my place. Is that fair."
Joe expected as much, but he still blushes and feels his penis grow. "Yes maam"
As they drive, Miss Christy teases Joe a little. She brings up specific pictures he had sent, and how her friends loved them. After driving across town, Miss Christi stops the car on a quiet street lined with an ornate wrought iron fence, bisected by an open gate. From Joe’s vantage point he could see a wooded path beyond the gate. Miss Christi turned to Joe and said "You know what to do".
“Do you live here?” he asked, confused as to where they were.
“I said, you know what to do. Now strip!” she commanded in a stern, even voice. “Yes, maam”, replied Joe, quickly removing his clothes and handing them over to Miss Christi, who turned and tossed them into the backseat.
Her facial expression and voice then softened. “To answer your question, no, I do not live here. I live on the street at the end of this path. This path bisects the campus of Davis Women’s College. Follow this path and it will lead you practically to my doorstep”. Taking a marker from her purse, she took his left hand in hers and wrote her street address on his palm.
Joe immediately turned bright red. Yes, the embarrassment and humiliation at the hands of his powerful and beautiful woman was extremely exhilarating, but was he prepared to possibly be exposed ito any number of strangers, particularly young college aged women? The thought both filled him with dread and with intense nervous excitement.
“Miss Christi, I’m not sure I…”
“Silence!”, Miss Christi commanded.”Get out of my car…now”. Joe instinctively scrambled out of the car and onto the sidewalk. Covering his genitals with both hands, he quickly looked up and down the street for signs of cars and pedestrians. He saw neither, but nevertheless blushed with profound embarrassment at his naked predicament. Miss Christi leaned over the now empty passenger seat, and through the open window asked, “You were saying?”
“I’m not sure I can walk to your home like this, maam”.
A look of pity came over her face, giving Joe hope that this humiliating event was coming to an end. “Then you don’t have to walk to my home, poor baby. You can walk to yours!”. And with that she revved her engine and sped away from the curb, leaving the helpless naked man alone on the sidewalk.
Almost immediately, however, Miss Christi had put her car into reverse and drove back to where Joe was standing. She got out of the car and came around to the sidewalk, just a few feet from Joe.
“I have something that might help you”, she said, and with that she placed her hands under her tight mini-skirt, and with several seductive wiggles of her sexy hips, her lacy white panties fell to her ankles. Stepping out of them, she kicked the panties to Joe, who caught them in mid air, partially exposing his now hardening penis.
“Put them on!”, she ordered, ”they will cover your precious modesty”.
Doing as commanded, Joe stepped into the tiny, delicate, bikini cut panties. They were of course much too small for him, and covered very little, but perhaps they were better than nothing.
Miss Christi’s hand went to her mouth to suppress a giggle, but once recovered said, “Remove your hands from your junk. Let me see you”.
Blushing, Joe put his hands to his side, revealing that his penis was barely covered, the outline of which clearly defined through the sheer fabric of the garment. His balls peeked out from the legholes, and his pubic hair spilled out over the top of the lacy waistband. Joe stood quietly, his head hung in shame.
“Turn around Joe. Let me see the rest of you”. Joe did as ordered, and revealed to Miss Christi a generous amount of butt cheek on display as well as an inch of his crack. Miss Christi gave his ass a hard, stinging slap, as if to punctuate her complete domination over this helpless, subjugated man.
“Follow the path, Joe, and I’ll see you soon at my house” Joe nodded without a word, and turned towards the path.
“Oh, and Joe, one last thing “He stopped and faced her.
“Joe, the courts take a dim view of a naked, or near naked man in public. It’s different for women…our bodies are practically considered works of art, so our public nakedness, while at times awkward, can be attributed, accurately or not, to some form of victimization. The damsel in distress thing. Naked men, on the other hand, are often considered perverts, particularly ones in panties on women’s college campuses. I would hate to see you go to jail and give up your sweet tight ass to a real pervert before I have a go at it. So do be careful”.
And with that Miss Christi turned on her heels, gave her barely covered hips a slow swivel in Joe’s direction, returned to her car, and drove off in a cloud of dust. Joe watched her disappear over the horizon, and then quickly entered the path.
About an hour later Miss Christi opened her front door to let in Joe, red-faced and distressed, and nearly in tears. “Sit down, Joe”, she said quietly, a soft smile developing on her beautiful face, “tell me all about it”.
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