Enforced nudity

"Don't think I haven't noticed what you're doing. Showing off your body, trying to tease me. Well, if that's what you want to do, you'll do it properly!" He grabs hold of your top, and yanks it up over your head, sending the cucumber in your hand flying. "Panties, too." he says.

"Whu-what?" You stand there, dumbfounded, staring at him, until he takes matters into his own hands, and yank them down, too, to your knees.

"Better. New rule. From now on, whenever you try to tease me with your body, you're going to serve me breakfast in the nude. Is that clear?"

"Ye... yes, Sir."

"Well, go on, then. And give us a show." He slaps your ass before he sits back down, leering at you as you resume making breakfast.

You move a lot more self-consciously, now, as he openly stares, enjoying the bare skin of your naked body, commenting on your looks. "You know, you've got really nice tits. I bet they're a perfect little handful." . Before, you were in control of the situation. You were the one playing with him. Now, the tables are turned.

"I love your cunt. Do you shave?"

"No, Daddy." You hadn't thought of that, but even though you've been in this sleeve for several weeks, you haven't seen a single strand of body hair.

"Huh. Guess the former owner of your sleeve did some permanent hair removal. I like it."

It's humiliating. Him rudely commenting on your body. Him dressed, you naked, by his command. And it's exhilarating. It fills that need you have for punishment, and it makes you sopping wet. The way he stares, you fear he'll be able to see your arousal, glistening pussy juice covering your fat lips. You fear he'll be able to smell it. And all that just makes it even more exciting.

But if he notices, he doesn't comment. Once you're both done eating, and you've cleaned off the table, he looks you over one more time, and tells you that you're excused. "Pick up your clothes - no, bend at the waist -" you do, giving him a perfect view of your entire nether regions, "and go take a shower." This time, he must have noticed, you tell yourself as you leave, your face crimson at that last humiliation.