Losing her Clothes

"You aren't magic, Master. Magic doesn't exist." Christina answered back eventually. Whatever party trick this quack was using to make her refer to him as her Master - and she felt revulsed every time the word escaped her lips - she knew it wasn't anything other than regular hypnosis, albeit a more powerful form of it than she had anticipated.

"I could prove you wrong immediately." Dr Darke answered in a tone that was more matter-of-fact than threatening "But I have no need to convince you."

He held eye contact with the girl for a few moments. Christina stared back at him, not wanting to give any hint of being intimidated, but in truth Dr Darke was enjoying her futile attempts at defiance. That was only going to make this experience all the more entertaining for him. As he looked at Christina he could see the outline of a bra beneath the cute cartoon character on her t-shirt. He couldn't resist taking things up a notch.

"I want you to remove your shoes, socks, trousers and t-shirt."

"You can't be serious, Master!" Christina protested as she stood up, knelt down and began unlacing her shoes.

"I can assure you I'm very serious." The doctor replied calmly.

Before long Christina had removed her trainers and placed them by the side of her chair. She then pulled off her socks and stuffed them into her shoes.

"You have nice feet, Christina." Dr Darke complimented as the humiliated young woman looked up and glared at him.

With a sulky expression remaining on her face, Christina stood back up and moved her hands to the bottom of her t-shirt. She paused a moment in disbelief at what she was about to do before pulling it up, over her head and off, revealing a white, cotton bra that partially covered her modestly sized but cute and perky breasts. Her face reddening, Christina folded her t-shirt neatly and placed it down next to her shoes. She then moved her hands to the button of her jeans.

"You won't get away with this, Master." Christina warned weakly, not even believing her own threat at this point.

"Won't I?" The doctor responded with a chuckle.

Meanwhile Christina unbuttoned her jeans, pulled down the zip and slid them slowly and resentfully to the floor, revealing her slim, shapely, creamy white legs and a white pair of cotton knickers to match her bra. As with her other garments she instinctively folded her jeans and placed them on the floor by her chair with the rest of her clothing.

Dr Darke regarded Christina a moment as she stood nervously in front of him in just her underwear, clearly wondering if he was about to ask her to remove that as well. She was more beautiful than she had seemed when she had entered his surgery, the tomboyish girl transformed into an enticing woman without the unbecoming, sexless clothes she had been wearing before.

"You may sit down." Dr Darke offered.

Christina did so, wrapping her arms tightly and guardedly around her chest.

"I'm cold, Master." She complained.

"Nonsense, I have the heating on. You'll be fine."

"What if someone comes in and sees me like this?" Christina decided to try a different tactic "Won't you get in trouble Master?"

"They'll assume you removed your clothes of your own free will." Dr Darke shrugged "After all, as you said earlier, hypnotism isn't a magic spell. Besides, you'll cover for me."

"What do you mean, Master?" Christina instantly regretted asking.

"If anyone asks you will tell them you love showing off your hot body to me." He grinned wickedly at the idea "Shall we practice now?"

"Please, no."

"Christina" Dr Darke smirked "Why are you sat in my office in just your underwear?"

"Because I love showing off my hot body to you, Master." The semi-naked girl replied shamefully as her eyes looked down at the floor beneath her and hoped it might swallow her up.

"Good." Dr Darke nodded approvingly "So if anyone asks I shall tell them you are an exhibitionist and I am attempting to cure you of your perversion."

Christina had nothing to say. She just sat in her chair like a frightened rabbit and waited nervously to see what the doctor had planned for her next.