Clara Helps Alex Strip (Clara's Point of View)

Clara stood shivering in the middle of the room. Her naked skin was breaking out in goosebumps, and her body was trembling slightly every time Alex looked at her. She felt a tightness in the pit of her stomach, and an anticipation in the back of her mind. She shivered, but it was not the cold which made her tremble. For so long, she had wondered if this day would ever come. Years, she'd waited for Alex to make some sort of move on her. It had taken all of her courage to set this up, this week of slavery, which she had alternately dreaded and desired for as long as she had considered it. Now, she stood here, stripped naked, open to the boy she had always liked. She could feel the heat dancing across her cheeks. The arousal which made her lower self ache with desire was obvious to Alex every time he looked between her legs. She felt mortified, part of her wanting to call off the whole thing right now.

But she didn't. She couldn't. Because as much as she shrank away every time he looked at her, as much as his eyes played over her naked form, taking in her breasts, her hips, her mound, as much as those things made her shake, she was also enjoying them. She liked the feeling of his eyes on her skin, though it made her flush to admit. She'd always wanted to know what it felt like to be here, naked in front of a boy. Never before had she gone so far, even with her various boyfriends, it had always been childish in nature.

Now... now she was standing here for real.

She could see Alex's eyes when he met her gaze, they were deep, and empathetic, just as they always had been before. He was always there when she needed him. Always ready with a hand, or the right word, or a joke to make the pain go away. But now, there was something else in those eyes as well. Something she had never seen before. He wanted her. The thought sent a thrill racing through her body. Alex wanted her. he wanted her right now. And she'd promised to do anything he told her. What if he said to spread her legs right now? What if he told her to play with herself? What if...what if he went further..?

She shivered again, delight and fear mixing as she tried to sort through her complicated feelings. She felt safe with Alex, that much was true, but it was also true that she had always imagined something like this happening to her. The helplessness of it turned her on in a way she'd never shared with anyone else. Alex could do anything he wanted to her right now. Anything at all...

Her lower self ached with desire, and she didn't know whether she wanted Alex to miss it, or to tell her to attend to it while he watched.

In any event, he did neither. After several moments of silence, his eyes roving across her naked body, he seemed to come to a decision.

"Clara..." He said slowly. "You look....well, wonderful. I never thought you'd be so... I mean, I didn't think..." He fell silent for a moment, his eyes drifting to her chest, and then to her mound. "Anyway. That doesn't matter. So it looks like you're serious about this?"

She nodded, feeling a flash of annoyance. How was it that she was willing to strip naked for him, and yet he still didn't think she was for real?

"Okay then." He seemed to take a deep breath, and then, his gaze focused. She felt something spark in his eyes, as though having finally decided to do what he wanted to do now she had assured him that it was also what she wanted to do. "In that case, I suppose there's no reason to hold back. If you're really sure."

He reached down and took ahold of his shirt, drawing it up and over his head. Now, it was Clara's turn to stare as he bared his own chest. Alex was not particularly muscular, but he was in shape, his body was toned well enough for this. Clara felt the heat in her loins begin to build as she looked over his chest, even as he bent down to untie and then kick off his shoes. Next, he paused, undoing his belt and looking towards her. For a single moment, there was hesitation in his eyes, but then he seemed to find himself, taking off the belt, and throwing it into a jumbled heap in the corner, he stood up straight again, Clara found that her throat was feeling parched, she knew she was moments away from seeing him as naked as she was. Somehow, though, it didn't seem quite right to let him strip himself. So she took a step forward.

"M-master..." She said, her head was low. "Do you want me to help you out of your clothes?"

For a moment, she thought he was going to refuse, and ruin everything. But then, he slowly nodded.

"Very well, C-I mean, ****."

She shuddered at that word, stepping forwards, her heart hammering in her chest. Her mouth was dry, and she couldn't believe that this was happening. She couldn't believe that after so much planning, she had finally done it. She took a step closer to him, and then another, and then a third, until they were so close, she could almost feel the heat of his body. Her skin tingled at his presence, her first instinct was to hide her nakedness, but she ignored it. Letting him see her as much as he wanted. She felt her pussy tingling at the thought, his gaze made her arousal swell. She felt naughty for doing this... for setting this situation up, for making her best friend part of this, but she also didn't regret it at all. She'd always wanted to be here, always imagined it was Alex here with her. he didn't object, she could see that he wanted her. She had never done anything like this before, she'd always been the good one. The pure one. The one who was seen as boring and tame compared to her other female friends. What would they say if they saw her now?

That thought put a smile on her face, she took a final step forwards, almost pressing herself into Alex's chest. The heat of his body was a teasing warmth, his breathe against her skin made her squirm. She could feel his toned muscles, not overly large, but powerful enough for her. She could read the anticipation in his body language, the desire he felt that echoed her own.

"Let me help you with that..." She whispered, stretching up on the tips of her toes, annoyed that she still couldn't quite reach his ear. Her hands played down his chest, slowly coming to rest on the top of his trousers. Slowly, shaking only a little, she unzipped the jeans, and began to **** them down his legs he shifted slightly, and she could already see the bulge of his erection. When the jeans were lying on the floor, she took a deep breathe, and took hold of the pants below them. These too, she slowly drew towards the earth. Exposing Alex's member to the world. She felt an odd sensation overtake her as she saw his manhood. It was not as big as those she had seen when watching porn, but at the same time, it felt a lot more real. Probably because it was. it was here, right in front of her. In the flesh. She felt a moment of panic as she looked at it, realising abruptly that, for all of her plans and all of her fantasies, she had never seriously considered what she would do when she got this far. Did she...did she touch it? What for him to tell her to? She was supposed to be the **** here, wasn't she?