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"Strip Esclava," I said to her after locking the door behind her. There was no kiss this evening, but I'd never seen her naked before. Keep her off balance. She overcame her slight hesitation without hardly a pause. She put down her packages, dinner presumably, and kicked off her shoes. Reaching up behind her to find the zipper at the back of her short, tight, white dress revealed her breasts as they pushed against the thin material of her tank top. No bra tonight and thong panties, white as always. She peeled off these two slowly, slightly wiggling as she pulled her top over her head. Another slow shrug of her hips and she stood before me naked. To my surprise, she blushed, so I told her to spread her legs. I walked around her once, drinking in her body with my eyes, before I spoke.
Without her clothes, I saw her fully, clearly, for the first time. The shape of her breasts, the way that her nipples hardened and thrust out from them. I liked the way a thin layer of flesh further smoothed the curves and rounds of her stomach and rear. She shaved her pubic hair a little, almost as an extension of shaving her legs, and she had done so recently. The uprising of her mons began but then disappeared into the brush of hair triangling between her legs. The skin was smooth, with no sign of regrowth.
"I've got a present for you. Some clothes. I know that you ladies like clothes, so I got you some. They're in on the bed. Why don't you put them on and show me how good they look on you? I'd like that. You go on."
I'd bought her a skimpy little maid's outfit. All black except for the cuffs and collar. These were bright white. The outfit itself was a lace up bustier topping a tight pair of panties, all covered with lace frills. Straps ran off of the top to support the textured stockings for her legs. The white shoes that she was wearing complimented the collar and cuffs.
I was reading when she returned from the bedroom. I made her stand in front of me and slowly turn around. The sexual tension in the air between us was higher than ever before. She postured and posed in front of me, trying to entice me enough to touch her. But I wouldn't. Touching was to come later. Right now, I had to insure her cooperation by never letting her know where I stood in relation to her. Once she'd heated up to the point of assuming some fairly licivious poses, I spoke.
"I like you very much dressed this way. And now I'm hungry. Did you bring dinner?" Frustration and confusion flashed across her face at the mention of something so everyday as dinner when she was doing her best to arouse me sexually. She nodded, unable to either speak or look me in the face. "Then why don't you go prepare it. Set the table for one. You can eat in the kitchen as you clean up."
Already stiff from her writhing in front of me, the various rhythms of her walking away aroused me to an unbearable extent. The tops of her stockings set up a rhythm counter to the sway of her ass beneath the panties, almost like a bass beat beneath the more complex sounds of the horns or strings. She disappeared into the kitchen.
I tried not to look or appear to pay any attention while I heard her rummaging around in the kitchen or setting the table. Remembering back to her comment about controlling the controller. I could not let her think that she in any way influenced what happened to her. Or to me. The best way to create her helplessness was to ignore her at times and micromanage her at others. That in combination with the sex/domestic transitions ought to keep her constantly wondering which way things were going to go. I'd have to vary even these variations to keep her from seeing any simple pattern. Once her confusion was complete, then I'd have her where I wanted her.
I showered and read while she clattered around in the kitchen. As I dressed after my shower, I caught glimpses of this sexy young lady from my bedroom door, dressed like a fantasy, cooking my supper. Delicious aromas mingled with the sight, and filled my mind with lust. Wearing silk pajamas, I settled into a book in the desperate attempt not to rush into the kitchen and take her there, amid the half-finished cooking and messy pots.
"Dinner is ready," she announced from the side of the table, where a splendid dinner steamed into the candlelight. White wine sparkled from its chilled glass. She stood silently, waiting for me to give some sign.
"Come stand before me when you want to talk to me. Now, put your right hand on your cunt."
The coarse word surprised her, and she spluttered, "What?"
This elicited a glance from me. She recognized the meaning in the look. She hung her head and placed the palm of her right hand over the bulge at the front of her panties. She had to pull up the apron in front little bit to do this.
"Now you can speak. I want to put your hand there everytime you talk to me tonight."
"Dinner is ready."
"Call me 'Sir' tonight.
"Dinner is ready, Sir."
I sat to eat while she stood in front of me but slightly to the side. Dinner was delicious. As a reward for cooking so well, I allowed her a glass of wine, but she could only drink from it when I told her to. She poured my wine when I needed more, sipped when I could, and cleared the dishes when I finally folded my knife and fork across my plate.
She lifted her little apron, cupped her front in her hand, and asked if I was finished. I nodded, and gestured at her to clear the table.
"If there is any more left over, you may eat while you clean up the kitchen. I'll want you in the living room in an half hour. Please finish by then."
I stood and left her there, hand still on her panties, staring at my retreating form. After a moment's hesitation, during which time she seemed to make some decision or another, she carried the plates into the kitchen.
While she worked in the kitchen, I prepared the living room. I pushed most of the furniture out of the way, except for my big comfortable chair. I got out the video camera and tripod. Enough of the domestic, I thought, hardening against the swishing of my silk pajamas. It's now time for some sex. I adjusted the video so that it encompassed almost the entire area I'd cleared in front of my chair. A thin wire for the remote control draped into the chair's arm.
At then end of a half hour, I called for two glasses of wine. She brought them both. For a moment, I sat in my chair, drinking in the sight of her, standing there in the skimpy outfit, a glass of wine glinting in either hand. With both of her hands full, she stood uncovered before me. I intended to have her much more uncovered soon. But no touching. It's too soon for touching. If all went as I wanted it to, there would be plenty of touching by tomorrow. But for tonight, she was to stay guessing and wanting more than she could have. She handed me my wine.
"Thank you, Esclava, thank you. You have pleased me this evening and passed on to another level of appreciation. I have enjoyed looking at you. Oh, yes, you can drink your wine. No, don't sip it. A gulp. That's right, up it goes. Finish it off. That's a good girl. Nothing left? Now as I was saying, I've enjoyed looking at you this evening, and I want to have a reminder to keep with me of what you look like. Should I ever feel lonely while you're not here. Or if I want to share what you look like with some friends and you're not around."
I could tell that she was trying to keep her eyes off of the video camera, but I couldn't quite make out what she was thinking. She was learning how to hide her thoughts. I wasn't sure that I liked that.
"So I want to make a movie of you. I want you to dance for me here, slowly, sexily. I want you to touch yourself, while you dance and strip. I want you to excite yourself. And once you're naked and hot and wet and open, I want you to masturbate for the camera and me. I want you to bring yourself to an orgasm by touching yourself. Do you understand?"
This time, I saw the shock and embarrassment flash across her face. Nevertheless, she raised the apron, placed her hand on her sex and said "Yes."
"Good. Then I'll just start the music and you can begin." Soft and slow saxophone filled the air and her hips began to swing a little. "Touch yourself. That's right. Run your hands up and down your body. Yes, good.
Now, take off your top. Slower, slower. Yes, that's right. That pleases me. Don't stop."
I sat back in the chair and watched the show as the camera hummed silently. She ran her hands up to her breasts, cupped them, pinched her nipples, and then slid her palms down her stomach towards her crotch, but then down onto her legs. The music throbbed and so did my cock. I pulled my pajamas apart so that she could see the results.
"Make me hard with looking at you. Move so I love it, so I want you. Now your stockings and shoes. Slowly."
She raised her leg up and braced her foot on the arm of my chair. This hovered her crotch right in front of me as her hands slid the stockings down her leg. She gave little thrusts of her hips towards me as the stockings came off of her legs. Once they were tossed into the corner, she turned and danced with her back to me.
"Now it's time for your panties. Slowly, slowly. We're in no rush here. Good. Now dance for me naked for a while, dance for me and the camera. Oh, this will be a great show to share with all of my friends."
She blanched a bit at that thought so I added, "Not that that's a big deal. If you pass this evening, we'll soon be sharing all of you with some friends."
As I said this, she seemed to half collapse at the middle, and grabbed her breasts. I could see her nipples distended. "Oh I can see that you like the idea. You do like the idea, don't you?" She nodded. "It makes you hot, doesn't it? Answer me. Look me in the face and tell me that sharing with others makes you open, wet, and horny." She nodded again. "That's not enough. I want you to stand, look straight into the camera and tell all my friends how you want to share with them. And then show them what you have. Get yourself off while talking to them. Go on now, do it."
Completely naked, she stood directly before, placed her hand over her naked pussy and began to speak and rub herself at the same time.
"Yes, I want to please my master's friends. I will do whatever he wants and if he wants me to please you, I will do whatever you want. Do you want me to be naked for you? I am naked for you" Her voice began to get a little breathy as her hand rubbed faster across her mons, fingers pressing against her clit. "I'm hot right now just thinking about you, watching me, touching me, giving me your cocks to suck, entering into me, making me thrash with your thickness, and scream and squeal and come and come deep inside me." She was about to come herself at this point. "Oh yes all of your cocks. I have room and desire for all of my master's friend's cocks. I want you all." This last comment was made while her hand pressed hard into her sex and her knees bent with orgasm. Her mouth formed little moans that only half escaped from her. She finally sat down on her knees, gently rubbing between her legs.
"Did you really orgasm?" She nodded. "That's fine. Well done, my little Esclava. Now, before I turn off the camera, I want you to get the tray and show my friends how you know how to give great head."
I wondered how the film of her naked backside walking away and her front walking towards the camera would look. Since she had the tray in both hands, her breasts swung freely with each step. She wanted to reach up and support them, but she couldn't. I watched her try to use her upper arms to keep them from swinging but it didn't work. She knelt between my legs, and put the tray next to her on the floor. With one hand on her sex, she began.
"This is the flavoring. It is always best to start with this." A small frown of concentration crossed her face as she ran the small brush the length of my erection and back down. Once she had smeared the flavoring all over me, her mouth puckered and she began to suck. As she was sucking the flavoring off first, she didn't put me all the way into her mouth at first. When she ran her tongue across my scrotum and sucked lightly there, I thought 'd come to early. But then she pulled back to apply the lightest shade of lipstick before opening her mouth to receive me all the way in. Her lips contrasted with the flesh as her head bobbed up and down my shaft. It wasn't long before she was wearing the darkest shade.
"I'm going to come now. I'm going to come deep in your mouth and I want you to take it all. Don't let any escape. Suck it all out of me and swallow."
Her timing was excellent. As the orgasm swirled around in my scrotum, not quite formed, she paused and lightly rubbed her tongue across the tip of my shaft. Somehow, she knew the moment when my orgasm solidified at the bottom of my erection, and she thrust her head all the way down. Again and again, in perfect time to the spasms, so that my sperm shot way down the back of her throat. Once the thrusting slowed, she changed speeds to slowly rub up and down the length of me. Finally, once I'd stopped gasping, she popped my head out of her mouth and smiled. This was going to be a great film to have.
I reached down and raised her face up to mine. Gently, I wiped the smeared lipstick off of her mouth. Once she was clean, I kissed her hard and deep. "You have pleased me greatly once again. Tomorrow night will be the final test of your desire to serve me. I want you to come prepared not only to cook dinner but also to spend the night. If you can pass, then we need to talk about taking our relationship to the next level. For now, bring your clothes here and get dressed in front of me.
It was fun to watch her slowly return to her street clothes. She still looked sexy as could be. She twirled once in front of me so that the hem of her skirt rose up to give a quick flash of her panties. I stood to walk her to the door.
"Come tomorrow night at the same time, prepared to do anything and everything to please me. You'll have lots of opportunities to prove your love to me. You do want to do that, don't you?" She nodded. "Say it."
She raised her skirt, cupped her hand around her panties and said, "Yes, I want to please you. I'm prepared to do whatever you ask of me."
"Even if I asked you to walk naked into a store and not come out until you'd had two strangers sign your tits?"
"Yes, even if you asked me to have strangers sign my tits. If it pleases you, I will do it."
"You please me, Esclava, you do. Now kiss me once before you go."

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