Martha is shy (kind of)

You swallow the sudden lump in your throat. This is actually happening.

"Yes... Yes, Miss..." you say, your voice sounding very different in your ears. Martha's photo you saw earlier was pretty, but did not do her justice, she is truly stunning. Her outfit is a sporty one, with sneakers, a t-shirt and a short sport skirt. You are not sure what to do. Kiss her hand? Kneel? Kiss her shoe? Stand at attention? Torn between the options you end up doing nothing but Martha notices your hesitation. “Look, I know it must be scary...” she says. “But honestly, from what I’ve seen from your file you will have a far easier time with me than with others. Oh my, I have no clue how this can keep happening to you!”

On one hand you did not need an extra mention of how exposed your life is to her especially as you barely started to acquire those memories yourself but on the other, her tone is actually sweet and calming. Unless at her young age she is already an expert at cruel mind games, you probably are lucky indeed. Against your better judgement you start to feel a bit more relaxed. While you are struggling with yourself Martha continues: “I will use this to have fun at your expense and make my own life easier, don’t get me wrong, but I will not hurt you for the sake of hurting you. Think of me as a kinky mischievous friend with benefits whom you issued a lot of IOYs to”. Her serious expression dissolved and she even lets out a little giggle. “I’ve practiced this ever since my eighteenth birthday just in case I’m ever picked picked as a Domme, who knew it would happen so soon! Most people never get there at all! Okay, I probably should not have told you the whole speech thing, now I just sound like a stupid teen, I just cannot keep my mouth shut!”.

She giggles again but seems to be at a loss of words for a moment. The whole experience must be almost as alien to her as it is to you, definitely as new. You want to help her out of the awkward pause as ask very politely, still addressing her as “Miss” whether there is anything she would like you to do now. The first command will come at some point, you might as well give yourself the best chance of it being a nice one. “Um, well, since you’re off work for today I think I’ll just take you to my dorm room and let you clean it and see what I feel like next...”. Just as you start to relax, though, she continues: “... but there is one thing I’ve wanted to try. New rule: until I say otherwise, you have to have on at least one piece of clothing fewer than I do at every moment. Oh, socks and footwear don’t count. Oh, and when I’m nude you don’t hear to wear a negative number. And... Starting now!”.

This time you barely hear her giggling, the words “new rule” ringing in your ears. It takes you longer than it should have to figure out her turn of phrase in no way referred to the Rulebook. Then you process what she actually said. Her rule definitely beats a lot of other options. She could make you a nudist for half a year. Or an adult baby. This way you will have some proper clothes on in most situations at least. Now though you seem to be down to two items, as you are quite certain she has no bra on and you have to hope there is underwear hidden by her skirt. Maybe it is a trick but you do not think so, Martha does not seem to be the over planning type... Yet, at least. You have no bra on either so between your panties, two piece skirt suit and a blouse two items must go. You reach a decision quickly and with a feeling of excitement returning very quickly, you start to reach to...