My Master nodded for me to close the remaining distance between us, capturing me between his rock-hard thighs. His eyes traveled the length of my body, piercingly discarding my silken finery as if I were already naked before him. A flush crept along my cheeks as he slowly slid his fingers over the filmy halter of my dress, cupping my breasts, assessing their measure. Then his hands, large and demanding, began to caress my soft flesh.

"Take off your clothes", he rasped in unwavering tones. "I want to see you."

I shrank inside, the discordant pounding of my heart throbbing maddeningly in my temples. Would I pass his inspection? Quickly I raised my hands and began to release the neck strap of my halter dress.

And this is how it started...