Nina Strips Down

Nina's eyes darted around. A few people were walking along the nearby path, people who'd be able to see her. She'd gone skinny dipping at parties before. Occasionally she'd worn more risque outfits in public. But, this?

But, invariably, her eyes returned to Mistress L, standing powerful and erect. And to the naked pet sitting mindlessly at her feet. And of course to the piece of leather in her hand. Nina gulped. Then she kicked off her shoes, and bent down to pull off her socks.

"Good girl." Mistress L ran a gloved hand through Bubbles' hair. Nina couldn't stop herself from smiling.

"It has to be all the way?" She asked. Maybe if it was only down to her underwear....

"It has to be all the way." Her heart sank.

Her hands shook. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. She left it in a pile with her shoes and socks. It revealed her perky but small bust and the frilly blue bra that held it. Then she reached down to her Jean shorts and let them pull at her feet. Her equally blue panties had a large dark stain on front. A mark of the effect this was all having on her. Mistress L's watching eyes subdued her. She felt small. Like every aspect of her body was being judged, evaluated. That such a sign of how soaked she was had become felt like defeat. Only, to Nina at this moment, defeat was a headrush.

A man walked over to watch more. Nina squeaked and tried to cover herself with her hands. He was watching her! Misstress L held up her hand and gestured to Nina. She was telling him "this one is off limits". She was telling him "this one is mine." The man nodded and kept his distance. Another joined behind him. There would be no way to escape an audience.

Despite everything, she couldn't continue. Without her panties and bra, she would be helpless. Surrounded by predators who wanted to feast on her. Now her hands were really shaking. She looked to the Mistress for help, and while she saw sympathy and even, perhaps, pride, it was not enough. She considered reaching back to her clothes pile and getting dressed. Maybe she could still back out? Her eyes darted around, only resting when she saw Bubbles.

In her eyes, she saw knowing. For one brief moment, the puppy girl stopped panting and gave her a smile. A human smile. Then she went back to hanging her tounge out like an animal. It was enough.

She reached out, trying to control the shakes, and played with the bra clasp. She cupped her hands over her breasts even as the straps fell down. She inhaled heavily. Then she exhaled. Her hands pull away and the bra fell to the ground. She gave it an awkward kick to put it in the pile with the rest. One more article of clothing to go. Her panties offered less resistance then every item of clothing, yet was the hardest to pull down. Every inch was a battle. She pulled them down her hips and down her thighs. At last she stepped out of them and tossed them into the pile. Her pussy was fully exposed. She was fully exposed. She rose her head up and stood tall. An occasional shiver ran down her spine, but with some effort she looked Mistress L in the eyes.

Mistress L smiled.

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