He wants her to remove it instead of him

“Take it off” he whispers to her. The words are soft, but they bore into her head, and she hears them as an order. She reaches her hands that had been resting against the wall down to her thighs, her dress still held high by him, letting her thumbs press between her skin and the sides of her thong.

To start with she manages to push it lower by just dipping her shoulders, but that only allows her to get the thong to mid-thighs, and she knows his order was to remove them. So she finds herself starting to bend at her knees, lowering herself with her back still against the wall until she is crouching. And as she does so, he still retains a hold of her dress, and as she goes down, the dress comes up higher until he is holding it around her shoulders, leaving her almost naked beneath.

Felicity starts to ease her thong over her thighs, this new position not ideal to take it off but she’s not sure how else to do it. Instead, she wiggles and twists the little piece of fabric over her knees and down to her ankles, letting it drop over her feet and caught up around her elegant high heels.

She is about to leave it there and ease herself back into a standing position, but he reaches an open hand down to her, and it’s clear he expects her to hand him her thong. She shifts her weight onto one foot, feeling herself wobbling slightly on the heel, but just manages to lift her other foot and hook the thong free, before repeating it on the other foot.

“Good girl” he compliments her as she lifts her thong from the floor and places it in his outstretched hand, dangling it on one finger as he lifts it up as if to fully inspect it. “Do all you young girls wear some miniscule things under such elegant dresses?” he questions her as he twirls the thong around on his finger.

“I suppose so” Felicity giggles at the question, wondering if he really is wondering or just teasing her about her choice of underwear beneath this long evening gown.

“Well, now you’re wearing nothing” he continues, “for the rest of the evening.” Felicity watches as he balls her thong up in his palm and slides it into his pocket and she wonders if she will be getting it back or if maybe he is keeping it as some sort of trophy. “I’m sure that’s ok for you, I suspect it isn’t the first time you will be going home without your knickers. Is it?”