It quickly gets perverted!

He smiled at me. "Wow, it's really working," he muttered.

"Working?" I blinked, though I honestly barely cared. Right now, all that seemed important to me was keeping the man before me happy.

"Don't worry about it," he chuckled. "I want your clothes. Give them to me."

What would he want with my clothes? It didn't matter. All I was concerned with was giving them to him, and I immediately started undoing my corset with an eagerness that almost had nothing to do with how tight the damn thing was. Though I'd be lying if I said that wasn't the reason I picked it first.

Piece by piece, I shed my clothing before the man I was quickly realizing was my Master. That made me his ****. A revelation that didn't upset me, instead filling my heart with happiness somehow. Once I stood naked before him, I gathered my clothes, and held them out to him, my head lowered in deference.

He took my clothes, then carelessly discarded them. It clicked then that he didn't actually want my clothes, he just wanted me naked. I felt silly for not realizing it sooner. He then cupped my chin, and pulled my gaze up to meet his. "Look at me," he gently ordered.

I met his eyes with my own, my heart pounding. I had just met this man, but already, I wanted to do whatever he wanted. This wasn't fully like me, but I couldn't care less. I wasn't stupid. I knew he was doing something to me, but... I liked it.