It can't be worse than the slutty maid outfit... can it?

You don't want to strip naked for him again, but what choice do you have? You stand, letting your hair fall forward to cover your face a little, and unfasten the apron at your waist, then your neck. The tiny panel of white comes away and you lay it on the sofa behind you. Through the holes in the bra, your heavy tits are poking through, and your dark nipples and the cone of flesh around them is almost grotesquely distended, spilling through.

"There are those titties again, and look at those dirty nips," Sean murmurs to himself and before you know it he's taken a step forward and is pinching one of your nipples between the thumb and fore-finger of each hand. It's the first time he's touched you like this, it was without warning and you should slap him. But you don't, your so stunned that you just stand there and let him tease your nipples. Plus... it feels good. It feels so good after all the maddening rubbing against the apron that you just moan and bite your lip and don't think about what this first boundary-crossing might lead to. "MMmmnn! Don't!" You gasp after a moment of his teasing, and he steps back with an odd smile.

"Sorry. Now the rest." And so off comes the bra, and your breasts feel so good to be free of it. And then those humiliating crotchless panties, you push them down and expose your pubic hair to him, and he watches it all just as closely as you'd expect.

"There you are," you say impatiently, arms crossed under your big breasts as he stands there ogling you. "Now, my new clothes please."

"Of course." This time he doesn't give you the box, he opens it and reaches in himself. Your heart hammers in your chest as he grins... and lifts out a bright red leather dog collar and leash. You bite your lip, trying to control your feelings, but you can't keep the tremor from your voice.

"Some kind of... S&M outfit?"

"Oh no," his grin gets wider. "Just this."

JUST THAT? Just a collar?

"More comfortable, no?"

He want's you just stark naked and collared tonight? Fuck fuck fuck... what have you gotten yourself into? Just... you'll be naked? Walking around naked with everything really, truly on display? He's just dragging you lower and lower. "Is this..." you feel faint, "some kind of joke?"

"Oh no. I don't need a maid in the evening, but there's something else I've always wanted. So in the day you'll be my maid, and in the evening... you'll be my dog."

You don't say anything else, you can't. But you can't think what to do either, you can't run away now, it'll just make everything worse. And so you bite your lip, and reach out to take the collar from his outstretched hand. And you realize that Sean is going to strip you of all your dignity.

You fasten the new, expensive looking red collar around your own slender neck with trembling fingers. Then you reach out again, take the leash from him and clip it to the collar. The metal clink of the clasp closing brings tears to your eyes.

"Good girl. Now get down on all fours like a good dog, Holly."