Power Plays Ch. 07

"Th... thank you Camille," you say collapsing against the wall, "I never should have doubted you."

"I'll be back in a little while," Camille says handing you a towel, "Dry yourself off and get dressed."

As you step out of the shower you use a small towel to dry your body. Wrapping your hair in the larger towel and you walk to the bed and sit. Sitting on the bed shaking as you worry about what is to come; reality is setting as you realize that your life will never be the same. Anyone with a ring can do anything they want to you at anytime. Even if your mind says no your body will still say yes! Your body will actually want it! If you have the nerve to say "no" then Camille will come and set you straight! The ideas of what she might do set your mind spinning. Wiping the tears away from you eyes and taking a look around the room you wonder how you could ever let this happen. Unfortunately the simple fact was that Camille would be waiting for you soon and if you weren't dressed you'd probably be driving home naked!

Laid out on the bed is a pink and black cashmere sweater with black buttons, next to that is a black lace front close push up bra. Slipping the bra on you wonder if the size is correct as your breasts feel like they are being pushed to your chin. The sweater fits tightly over it and the material around the buttons stretch slightly. Next are the black lace top stockings that go almost all the way to your pussy. Just as you suspected there are no panties in sight. The skirt is a thin clingy material like a dancer would wear. As you pick up the 4" heels and walk to the mirror to check out how you look you smile slightly. Dropping the heels to the floor and stepping into them you look up and down at yourself in the mirror. The blouse is very nice and the skirt while snug fitting is not too snug. You look as if you were going on a date or to a club. Wouldn't everyone like to know what you had on, or in this case didn't have on, underneath?

"Like what you see?" Camille asks from the door.

"The sweater is lovely Camille," You reply blushing, "I've never owned anything made of cashmere before.

"It's safe to say your wardrobe has improved greatly while you've been here," Camille replies, "it's time to go now."

"Yes Camille." You say walking quickly to her.

"Oh no," Camille says stopping you in your tracks, "Go put on some make-up, you can't go out half dressed! The makeup is in the small purse on the bed and make it quick!"

"Yes Camille!" you say hurrying to the bed to grab the small pink purse.

Several moments later you emerge from the bathroom with your make-up on. Walking towards Camille you admire the lovely off white wrap dress she is wearing. The neckline plunges just enough to show a little cleavage but not be too much. Without another word Camille exits the room with you quickly on her heels. Once outside Camille gets into the driver seat of a black Mercedes sports car. She is practically driving the low slung car away before you even close your door. Not knowing if you upset her or not by not having your make-up done you sit quietly in the passenger seat. The route away from the house is unfamiliar; of course you weren't looking where you were being driven. The thought of that night, which seems to have been so long ago, make you wiggle in your seat as your pussy tingles. Once you get to an area you recognize and look around you notice something is different.

"Camille," you say quietly, "I think you are going the wrong way. My place is over in that direction."

"I know it is," Camille says smiling, "But you've got a new and better place now. You can do what you like with the old place, keep it, sell it; you're to live here now."

In front of you is a large gated entrance with armed security. Camille pulls up to the gate and is immediately waved through. You wonder if even the armed guards are afraid of her. Inside the gates are the biggest houses you have ever seen. Each one is a mansion with big lawns, sculpted bushes and expensive cars in the driveway. The well manicured surroundings and beautiful homes are astounding.

"What is this place Camille?" you ask staring wide eyed out the car window.

"These are the homes that belong to the membership," She says turning a corner, "And around here are the homes for the women like you."

The houses in this area are still nice but smaller then the others you passed a moment ago. Still they are nicer then the one you left.

"But I can't afford this place!" you say as Camille pulls into a driveway.

"You've got a lot to learn," Camille says shutting off the car, "You're a kept woman now.

"Kept?" You ask.

"Yes, as in," Camille explains looking at you as if you're a fool, "Kept by wealthy men who know how to treat a woman and how to use a slut. By the way, I very well can not keep calling you slut, what is your real name?"

"My name is," you say having to actually think of it now after being called by anything but it for the past week, "My name is Alayna."

"Alayna," Camille says looking you up and down lustfully, "That fits you so much better now."

Camille steps out of the car before you have a chance to respond. By the time you exit the car Camille is already walking in the front door of one of the houses. It's tan with burgundy shutters and a small porch. There's even an attached garage and several potted plants outside. As you step in behind her you immediately notice that it's decorated just like you would want but can't afford. The open concept goes straight into your new, and very large, kitchen/dining area and out onto a large patio. To the side of the front door is an open stairwell.

"Up there is your bedroom and bath." Camille says shaking you from your state of shock.

"Can I look?" you ask excitedly.

"Of course you can!" Camille says as if she's humoring a small child.

Camille follows you up the stairs to the large bedroom. The bed is a massive California King with 4 posts, there is also a couch and a chaise lounge. Even the bathroom is massive with a large Jacuzzi tub for 2 or more!

"Camille," You say walking over to one of the two large dressers and opening a drawer "What's all of this?"

"It's called lingerie," She says sarcastically, "Expensive lingerie that is! Not the crap you are used to wearing. We can't have you wearing those rags you owned before!"

"Well I guess not," you say looking down at the floor embarrassed, "Can I buy my own things as well?"

"Yes you can," she says walking to you and lifting your head, "But if they don't like it then you can't wear it."

"What do you mean?" You ask looking her again in the eye.

"It's simple," she says smiling, "Your wardrobe is very controlled. No long skirts, nightgowns or loose fitting pants particularly in the summer time, no frumpy clothing, not cotton underwear. Take a look; you dress classily on the outside and for sex underneath."

Camille opens a drawer and points. The underwear drawer is filled with lace and satin panties, thongs, g-strings and bras. As you walk over to the closet and look inside you see gorgeous dresses and blouses as well as an assortment of high heels.

"Camille this is amazing." You say stumbling back to the bed.

"Let me explain," she says as she walks over to you, "it's simple actually. You are now the property of these men. Obviously you have to dress and look appropriately. They will be expecting it of you. They will be bringing you to expensive dinner parties, taking you on lavish vacations to exotic places and showing you off to their very powerful friends. They can't have you looking like you bought your clothing at the local discount chain. Also look in that corner over there," she says pointing to the far corner across from the bed, "Do you see that in the crown molding?"

"Yes I do," you say as you notice a small black spot in the deep red crown molding, "What is it?"

"It's a camera," she says lowering her arm and sitting next to you on the bed, "Every room in this house has at least 2 cameras. Only the members can see them, and they can see everything you do."

"Everything?"

"Yes," Camille says suppressing a laugh at your shocked reaction, "Absolutely everything. Your privacy is a thing of the past."

"Even in the bathroom?" You ask still shocked.

"No, of course not," she replies smiling at you, "There are 5 cameras in there. Oh, and remember don't let your legs touch when you pee in the morning. One more thing, over on your clock is a counter to show you how many of them have watched you that day."

"A what?" You ask still trying to grasp it all.

"See," Camille says physically turning your head to look, "Right now 3 people are watching you. The number on the left is the number of active watchers and the number on the right is the total. It changes over at midnight."

"But why would I ..." You attempt to ask.

"Don't panic," Camille says chuckling, "Some of the girls even like to have competitions to see how many hits they can get in a day."

"Competitions?"

"Yes," Camille says putting her hand on your leg, "You've got a number of things to get used to, just keep in mind your life will never be the same again. You can either accept it and enjoy it or fight it and hate every minute."

Camille stood up and left without another word. By the time you realize that she's walked out she has already pulled out of the driveway and started to drive away.

For the rest of the day you try to ignore the fact that every move is being watched and go about discovering your new place and checking out your new wardrobe. The second floor actually has another smaller bedroom with a queen size bed.

"I bet this is the guest room," you say to yourself, "But who would I have as a guest here?" Just as you suspected there are even cameras in here. Walking back into your room you debate changing out of your skit and blouse but are not sure if you want to do it with an audience. "Maybe if I do it quickly," you whisper to yourself, "No one will notice. I'd better pick something out before I start getting undressed." As you walk back into your bedroom and remove your shoes you begin to start looking through your various drawers. "I certainly have a lot of lingerie," You say opening yet another drawer, "But isn't three drawers overkill?"

Your options for changing into something different and possibly comfortable seem difficult to say the least. The top three drawers hold a wide assortment of lingerie, stockings, bustiers and corsets while the fourth drawer holds a collection of T-shirts and casual tops. Most of the T-shirts are crop tops and all of them seem to be designed for a very snug fit. "Not a single sports bra or oversized T-shirt to lounge in?" You say picking out a T shirt. "I can't wait to see what we have for pants!" The bottom drawer has no jeans or pants; instead it contains skirts and shorts. Looking over at the closet you check to see if any pants are hanging up there. One side of the large closet has cocktail dresses, spring and summer dresses and a variety of skirts. Most of them are short but very nice looking and cost more then you would ever have spent on clothing before! "Mmm," you say moving to the other side of the closet, "No pants there." The other side of the closet is pantless as well. "I've never hung my nighties up before!" You say laughingly. "Well shorts and a t-shirt it is then."

As you walk over to the dresser and begin to unbutton your shirt you begin to try to find the other camera. While scanning the room your eyes pass by the clock next to the bed. The counter is now up to 8!

"I guess word travels," you say stopping your hands and walking to the nightstand, "No need to know how many people are watching. Let's just tuck this away." Opening the drawer of the night stand you stop in your tracks. "Oh my GOD!" you say looking into the drawer. "They bought me sex toys too!" Inside the drawer are a number of dildos and vibes as well as plugs, nipple clips and clit stimulators. Even more shocking you can feel your pussy getting wet as you look at them. The clock counter goes up to 12 instantly. "Not today boys," you say closing the drawer and stepping back, "I need a break." Taking a deep breath and stepping out of your heels you decide to try to do your best to ignore the clock. Stepping onto the floor with your almost bare feet is a definitely improvement. "Okay," you say trying to build your confidence, "Let's make this quick."

You reach into the t-shirt drawer and pull out the first shirt your hand lands on. Doing the same thing in the shorts drawer you lay the items on the bed and try to ignore the counter. It's at 20! Your fingers tremble as you unbutton your sweater. Slipping it quickly off your shoulders and arms you let it fall to the floor as you grab the shirt you've picked out. Despite your best efforts the tight fitting shirt is a struggle to get on giving the viewers a wonderful show of your breasts as they practically fall out of your bra. The shirt ends up being a white ribbed tank top.

"I can't leave this like this," you say looking down at your bra showing through and sticking out from the bra, "I look like a hooker!" Reaching inside and unclasping the bra you're able to remove it without exposing yourself too much. The counter is at 30. "You've got to be kidding me right!?!" You say looking at the counter.

You realize that Camille's words were true. If you fight it you will hate it. You certainly can not try to covertly change for the rest of your time here. It's just not possible. What would you do? Not ever pee at home? It's not like you can go next door and use their bathroom. You exhale in disgust and acceptance.

"Screw it," you say adjusting the tank top and sitting down on the side of the bed, "There's no avoiding it, I just have to accept it."

Lifting your left leg your hands start at your ankle and slowly move up. Eventually they move your skirt out of the way as they slowly find the top of your stockings. Your thumbs move into the stocking top and slowly slide it down your leg. You giggle silently as you begin to make a show of removing your stocking. As you begin the process with the other one you glance at the clock, it's at 50. Right now 50 people are watching you on a camera and it is making you wetter and wetter by the second. With both stockings off you exhale deeply and stand. Your hands slowly move around your back and unzip your skit. The counter hits 60 in an instant and no one has stopped watching as the cumulative total has remained the same. Looking directly into the camera that Camille pointed out and smiling a wicked smile you turn your back to it. Your hands move to your hips and slowly slide down your hips and over your legs. Keeping your legs straight and bending at your hips you push the skirt down to the floor. Your ass and pussy are now exposed to the viewers! Putting a hand on the bed and still leaning over you take a large step out of the skirt.

"I wonder if they are applauding?" You ask yourself as you blush deeply. "Or is one hand too occupied to clap?" You put the dark blue shorts on the same way. "I hope you all enjoyed that," you say looking into the camera, "Tune back in at bedtime." You laugh and blush as you walk out of the room in order to explore more.

At the bottom of the stairs is the living room with a large couch, two matching loveseats and a nice coffee table. Connected to the living room is a small dining area and a decent size kitchen. The number of cameras is amazing to you! Some are well hidden while others are quite obvious. The good news is the kitchen is stocked full of your favorite foods! In the basement of the condo is a small gym with tread mill, some weights and a wood floor for aerobics and pads for yoga. In that room alone there must be 14 cameras!

You suddenly realize just how tired you are. It's only 9 but you are falling asleep as you lounge on the couch and watch your 42" flat screen TV. Finally trudging back up the stairs your eyes are immediately drawn to the counter. It's hit 100 but only 5 people are watching you right now.

"Well obviously my sitting on the couch has little appeal," you say to the clock, "Maybe I'll try harder to keep you entertained tomorrow."

You take a moment to pick up your clothing from when you changed earlier and hang up the skirt and sweater. Walking over to the left side of the closet you sort through your negligees and pull one out to wear. It's a small baby doll on a padded satin hanger. The baby doll is a pale pink color with pink satin straps. The bottom is fly-away and very sheer while the cups and matching g-string are pink floral lace. You're too tired to make a show of lifting off your tank top and pull on the negligee. You even let the shorts fall to the floor and step slowly into the g-string, not because you want to tease anyone but because if you do it any faster you might fall over! The baby doll feels soft and sexy against your skin and despite being tired you take a moment to look at yourself in the mirror. The bra top is slightly padded lifting your breasts just enough but not to much and the front of the g-string covers as much as it can given the amount of material there.

Pulling back the covers you slide in between the satin sheets and lay your head on the oversized pillow. With in a moment of closing your eyes you are fast asleep wondering what surprises the following day will bring.