Britney Spears submits to Paris pt 8

Things had rapidly spiraled out of control for Britney. The media was having a field day with her partying and they were outwardly calling her a slut. It was humiliating, but what could she do? Sure, she’d made some mistakes in the past, but those minor indiscretions paled in comparison to what was being printed these days.
Night after night Paris would show up and make her wear sluttier and shorter outfits. Each time they left the house Paris made sure Britney was panty-less and braless, while Paris either wore pantyhose and bras under her dresses or she wore jeans. Everywhere they went Paris made sure that Britney was clearly the “sluttier” of the two and the media was definitely taking notice.
Britney’s days were repeats of the one before with only minor changes or a particularly humiliating circumstance differentiating them. But other than that every day she was the same. Gwen jarred her awake with a smack on her behind. Then she showered, shaved, recited her affirmation and was inspected. She’d eat breakfast from the cooks’ pussy and then do a grueling workout. She’d eat lunch from the cooks’ pussy, usually with everyone watching including her boys. Her meals were cold hotdogs or kielbasa sausage and a breadstick. Britney had gotten used to eating on her knees AND the taste of the cooks’ pussy. She wondered what regular food even tasted like anymore.
Her afternoons were mostly uneventful and she was so tired because of only getting about 4 hours sleep a night, would sometimes fall asleep in her boys’ playroom. She hated the idea of being naked around them for so long each day, but she knew she had no choice. One particularly disturbing day she nodded off and fell asleep on the floor. She started to have a dream that she was having an orgasm, which terrified her because she knew she’d be punished so she jarred herself awake only to find herself playing with her wet pussy. In her blind rage, she scolded him for watching and made him cry. She desperately wanted to hold him and tell him she was sorry, but she wasn’t allowed to touch him. It nearly broke her heart.