A little show couldn't hurt right?

I sit there in silence looking at Lyra as she drools on herself. She's deep in trance from the trigger Zoey gave her. It's weird seeing her like this, but I can't lie... it's a little hot. Ok maybe it's a little weird for her to just sit there in front of me, so maybe I should make her do something. Zoey's note said take it slow so I guess I should probe a little for some ideas. "What have you done while in this state?" I ask sheepishly not knowing how to conduct myself while she's like this. "Mistress has had me dance for her, serve her, clean for her, stirp for her." She continues to drone on. "YOU'VE STRIPPED FOR ZOEY!!" I shout shocked that Zoey actually saw Lyra naked. "Yes, I have done stripteases for all my past lovers before Mistress Zoey showed me the bliss of womanly love." Lyra explains. Hearing that Lyra has experience in stripping is a surprise, even more so that she'd do it for a woman. "C-Could you strip f-for m-m-me? Please?" I stutter not sure how far too far is. "Of course, mistress." She coos as she picks herself up from the couch with a new sense of aware grace.

Once she's on her feet Lyra struts across the living room as if to give me a proper display of her body before she starts. She turns her head back to me, her vacant eyes staring back at me as if to show them filled with lust. Her hands gently caress her arms as she glides them up to her shoulders, feeling the fabric of her tee shirt as she makes contact with the arms of the shirt. She then turns back to face me directly. Her arms glide back down her slender figure as she grabs the waist of her shirt. With her grip tight on her shirt, she slowly pulls upward, slowly displaying her wonderful midriff and soon after her beautifully full breasts. Clearly when Zoey took away her ability to wear underwear, she removed her ability to wear her bra as well. Both her breasts drop from her shirt unrestricted by any clothing whatsoever. As the shirt finally clears her head her long crimson hair flows out from the head of her shirt. Gently cascading in an amber flow of stunning beauty. With her shirt in hand, she tosses right next to me, as if she was flirting directly with me. As my mind comprehends the arousing display before me, Lyra slowly struts up to me. With her vacant daze it's hard to tell what she's thinking. About a foot or two before me she turns around and grabs the waist of her skirt. By the time my brain registers what's happening She pulls down her skirt displaying her full bubbly ass before me. Whatever awkward tension there was from seeing her ass the first time around had now been replaced deep arousal as she drops her skirt into my lap. She takes two steps back before standing straight up in perfect attention. "I hope my body pleases you mistress." She coos with a bright proud smile on her face.

Though I can't see it I can feel my face beet red from the display I just witnessed. The straightest woman I knew just striped before me as if she were some common pole dancer. Now before me she stands at attention as if waiting for some command. "W-Wow that was incredible." I stammer trying to hide my arousal. "I am happy to please you mistress." She coos as though the very praise aroused her. Lyra was always so head strong and beautiful and it's just now hitting me that she's now mine to do with whatever I please. It was crazy to admit but this was turning me on badly. Almost to the point where forgetting panties seemed like a good idea to me as well. Trying to put together a strong and dominant composure I pick myself up from the couch. "T-That's right I'm your mistress." I say still stuttering but gaining confidence.