I can feel you shaking as I strip away your clothes. Its agonizing how slowly I pull the fabric from your skin, but you don’t even try to resist. We can both see the reason for your fear; a mesh body suit and the thigh high socks that you were to be wearing when I got home, but have allowed to languish on the edge of the bed. I Take your panties off gently. You can feel my fingertips running down the length of your thighs as I reveal the most vulnerable parts of you. I squeeze your breasts as I ask, “Did you forget my instructions, slave girl?”
“No sir. I remember what you told me…”
I cut you off. Pinching your nipple until your words fade into a gasp then a whimper. “Then why aren’t you dressed the way I ordered.”
“I… I um… I…” You struggle to remember the reason for your defiance as pain rings through your body.
“Did you just feel like being a brat? Just wanted to test your limits?”
You squeak once more. “Yes.” You finally manage to find your words through the pain in your breasts “Yes sir.” Is all you manage to say.