A Naked Client

A brief expression of panic flickered across Christina's pretty face before she managed to calm herself. It wasn't as if she hadn't been expecting this, but it was still a horrifying command to be given. She arranged herself into a ball on the chair, her knees just below her chin, and wordlessly moved her hands down to the rim of her knickers. She played nervously with the lining for a moment before pushing the garment slowly and carefully down her thighs.

Dr Darke couldn't help but admire the effort Christina was going to in order to preserve what little modesty she was still clinging onto, no matter how futile her struggle would be. He couldn't help but find his new friend rather endearing, though he doubted the feeling was reciprocated.

After a few more awkward moments Christina had managed to wriggle out of her knickers and was about to dispense them onto the pile of the rest of her clothes when the doctor suddenly stopped her.

"No, pass them to me please." He decided on impulse.

Christina looked up at him with disgust but dutifully threw her freshly worn underwear for the doctor to catch. She then wrapped her hands around her knees as she hunkered down defensively into the balled up position she had adopted, her most intimate parts still obscured from the doctors line of sight.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Dr Darke asked Christina as he played delicately with her panties.

"I do, Master." The naked girl replied sadly.

"And how do you think he would react if he could see us like this?"

"I think he would be very angry with both of us."

"But why would he be angry with you?" The doctor placed the panties down neatly on the desk in front of him "You aren't doing any of this of your own free will."

"I don't think he would believe you could control me like this, Master." Christina answered softly.

"But I can control you can't I?" Dr Darke smiled a little smugly "I can make you do anything I want you to. Correct?"

"Yes Master." Christina admitted.

Dr Darke nodded with satisfaction, happy that both he and his plaything were now on the same page on this matter.

"How does that make you feel?" The doctor wanted to know.

"It feels horrible, Master" Christina answered with emotion.

"Horrible in what way?"

"It's horrible to know that I I can be controlled by someone. It horrible that I don't know what else you are going to make me do and that I don't have any way of stopping you. I hate being naked in front of you. I hate calling you Master, Master."

Dr Darke listened and nodded without giving a verbal response. To his surprise, Christina then asked him a question of her own.

"How does it make you feel, Master? Controlling me like this? Making me strip for you when you know I don't want to? Doesn't it make you feel at all bad?"

Dr Darke considered the question, and whether or not to answer it, for a few moments before he spoke.

"Maybe a little" He conceded "But I'm afraid I'm enjoying this far too much to stop any time soon. I would think many people might indulge themselves in something similar if they had the power to make it happen. Or perhaps something a lot worse."

If Dr Darke had expected any credit for restraint from Christina she certainly wasn't going to give it to him. She stared back in disbelief at the worsening situation she appeared to be stuck in.

It was clear the conversation had reached an impasse. Dr Darke would have to find some other way to amuse himself.