Jim laughed at my discomfort and said, "She is trying to tell you to take off your clothes Jane."

I took off my suit jacket, skirt and blouse and stood there waiting for her to hand me a dress. She told me these dresses didn't need a full slip. I blushed as I took it off in front of this strange girl and she noticed. She said amuzed, "She is blushing. Isn't that cute. Where did you find such a bashful girl, Sir?" Jim chuckled and replied, "I thought she was over that. She runs around stark naked at home."

I blushed even deeper. I could hardly believe he was telling her that I was so brazen.

She giggled and said, "That must want you to hurry home."

Then she turned to me and said, "My God. Where did you get that ugly underwear? I'll get you something nice."

I did not know where Dad bought our underwear. I had a big cotton bra that even hid my cleavage and panties that came over the top of my navel.

She came back waving some black lacy things and went behind me to unclasp my bra. It was weird. I had fantasized about being stripped in front of strangers but now that it was happening with only an unlocked door between me and hundreds of customers I became embarrassed and clutched the cups of my bra. I said, "Please let me change behind the screen."

Jim had no sympathy, He said, "Don't be ridiculous. She is a woman. She isn't interested in you. You must have showered after gym in school with other girls."

"No. I changed behind my locker door and showered at home. You know my dad wanted me to be modest."

"You aren't with your Dad anymore. Let go of your bra."

I let out a little sob and let my hands fall to my sides. the bra was so stiff it clung to my boobs.

She seemed to enjoy my submissiveness grinning at Jim as she said, "Very nice. You have her well trained."

Jim said, "Thanks but she still needs to obey without protest."

She pulled off the straps off my shoulders and let the bra slide off my arms.

Then she began measuring them. I had never been measured for a bra before but she seemed to be unnecessarily thorough. She brought the tape under each boob to lift it and measure the circumference then pressed the end against each nipple to measure the distance from my nipple to the small crease at the base. Then she carefully put the tape over both nipples then sawed it back and forth. My nipples lengthened and I blushed even more as I saw them bending from side to side. I could also see her face in the mirror and doubted her lack of interest since she was staring at me as avidly as any of the men.

I gasped when she brought her arms around me and lifted my boobs in each hand and bounced them saying, "They are quite heavy but she has good muscle tone. Would you prefer a light sexy bra or a push up that would make them look like this." At that she gripped my boobs and lifted them to create cleavage almost to my neck."

Jim said, "Just a light one. She has enough cleavage."

She let her hands slide up my boobs to pinch my nipples btweeen her thumb and fingers lifting and stretching them as she said, We have a bra with cutouts for these cute pink nipples. Would you like that?"

It was just too much and I grabbed her hands to pull them away.

She just grinned and said, "Would that be considered a protest?"

Jim said, "Yes and she will pay for it."

She said, "Do you spank her or whip her?"

I couldn't believe it. She asked so matter of factly as if being whipped was common.

Jim made it worse by calmly saying, "Both, but she prefers the whip."

"Yes. My girlfiend does too, She thinks spanking are childish. WE don't have a soundproof apartment so I usr a staightened wire coat hanger. It is completely silent and so accurate you can punish areas that won't show even in the skimpiest bikinis. I understand it stings a lot. It only takes a few to make her promise to be good. You have to be careful. It can cut the skin."

I felt a wave of excitement hit me as I imagined the stiff wire stinging my nipples and pussy.

Then she turned to me and pinched my nipples and tugged on them again. It took all my willpower to keep my hands at my sides as I trembled and moaned until she released them to say, "She seems to have the idea now but I discovered something that reminds a girl to be good. Would you like to see it?"

Jim said, "Sure. I am always interested in things to teach her proper discipline."

She went to a hook on the wall and returned with a skirt hanger with spring clips to hold the waist. I cringed expecting to be hit with it. That may have been better. She squeezed open the clips and slid it up my breasts then let the clamps snap shut on my nipples. I gave a squeal of pain as my nipples were bitten then another when she dropped the hanger to cause a sharp bite. It hurt and I sobbed when she said, "We'll just leave this on as a reminder." since each second seemed to make it worse.

Then Jim got up to come over saying, "What a great idea. I could use this to tie her." I mooaned, "Oh! Oh! no." as he raised the hanger to lift my boobs and stretch my nipples. He dropped it to cause another squeal as she said, "A little imagination can show you a lot of things that cause pain with no noise. Clothespins are good as well as the little alligator clamps you find at electronic stores even common items such as pushing a stiff broom into nipples or clit is very effective. I do a lot of shopping it is fun to find things that no-one would suspect could be torture instruments."

Then she began removing my panties making it a strip-tease by slowly rolling down the waist. It would have been sexy but all I could think of was the clamps biting me.

Then she was staring at my pussy!

She said awestruck, "Wow! I trim my pubic hair too but she is absolutely bald. She looks like a baby. Do you shave it or pluck it?"

Then Jim embarressed me even more by saying, "Shaved but she will pluck it from now on. I don't want the hair to get coarse. She has a cute pussy, doesn't she?"

I was mortified, again people were talking about me as if I was some kind of animal.

She felt my pussy and said," it is beautiful. It is nice and soft but looks tight." At that she made me gasp as she pinched the lips to pull them open and let go to let them snap shut. She laughed and said, "Oh yeah. Great muscle tone. It must feel great." she laughed when Jim said he could vouch for that.

She unhooked the straps on the panties and hooked them arond me. The panties were just a tiny lace triangle for my pussy with little strings going up the crack of my butt and around my waist but even that was better than naked in front of her grinning face.

Then she stood up and said the first dress did not need a bra. Fortuneately she had to take off the hanger to put on the dress. I squealed in surprise as sharp pain hit my nipples as the blood returned.

When she pulled the dress down over my head I knew why there was no need for a bra. There was no room for one the top was just an inverted triangle with metal in the top to hold its shape. She bent the ends of the wire to indent the sides of my breasts and looped some tiny string around my neck to loosely hold up the top. She pulled down the waist till it tightend over my hips then turned me so I could see myself in the mirror. It was made of a beautiful silky material. The skirt reached to my ankles but the top barely covered my nipples and bared almost all of my tummy. When I turned sideways to the mirror I saw that the sides of my breasts bulged out from it and the skirt was slit at the side nearly to the waist. I was about to say that I could not be seen in public like this when Jim said, "We don't need to see anything else. I like this."

As an afterthought he also bought a micro dress of cashmere that the girl said would cling to my curves.

Thankfully a little black fake fur jacket came with it to hide my breasts but I found out while walking to the car that the slit at the sides opened up to show the sides of my legs up to my waist. I had to remember to take short steps. As we rode I still felt excited and finally admitted to myself that I was a born exhibitionist and would never object again about being stripped in front of anyone.