The porn-girl: what Emily is up to

The official working title for this one is still The Discovery, but it's looking more and more like it should be called The Porn-Girl--that is, if my editors will allow it.

In the shower, Stacy couldn't stop thinking about what Ben had said while he had shaved her. Did it really mean that she was in training, and on that strange path of virtue he talked about? Well, wasn't she in training? Hadn't she done the homework, and watched the video, and then come back here? Hadn't she just let him bare her between her legs?

But what he had said had seemed so… well, existential. And he had told her before that she had lost her panties until her next lesson, so as she walked around in her sundress, feeling wicked without her underwear, she would be constantly conscious of her bareness, of the way her pubic hair had been taken away, just like her underwear. She shivered despite the warmth of the water raining down on her.

Would she really not wear her panties? He wouldn't know, of course. Unless he came over unexpectedly and ordered her to raise her dress for him… Stacy felt her pussy growing warm again at that thought. What the fuck was wrong with her?

But she knew what was wrong with her: she didn't want to be porn-girl, but the more time she spent under Ben's tutelage, the clearer it became that Stacy Miller was porn-girl.

She dried herself in one of the fluffy white towels that lay on the white shelf in a corner of the bathroom. The only thing there that wasn't gleaming white were a few of her hairs, which she self-consciously cleaned up with the towel she had sat on to have her pussy shaved. She put the towel in the hamper.

She almost walked back into the main part of the basement with the fluffy towel wrapped around her, but then she got scared that Ben would whip her for covering herself up that way, and she dried her hair as much as she could, and dropped that towel, too, into the hamper. At least it was nice and warm in Ben's basement.

Stacy's heart started to flutter when she remembered what she must do when she re-entered the big room, with the entertainment center, and in front of it the strange bench that she had recognized immediately from those videos--the ones with the punishments that went on and on and on.