No; she's naked as a water nymph.

After a few minutes, Sarah crawled into view looking clean and refreshed. Her hair still damp, she made her way towards me as instructed. I held up a finger to make her wait as she drew near. She stopped up short, waiting in silence as I finished up a few things on my laptop.

Returning my attention to her, I look over her slender body. Her dirty-blonde hair clung to her shoulders and dripped occasionally down her back. "Sit up. Spread your knees."

She leaned back on her heels and sat upright, spreading her legs wide without hesitation.

It always felt good when one of my subs obeyed me so readily, but Sarah was different. She hadn't ever truly agreed to this, and I honestly didn't care. As long as she was fed a steady diet of cum, she would never have a valid opinion on anything ever again. That knowledge turned me on more than I cared to admit. It spoke to a darkness inside me I'd never been willing to fully explore.

"Hands on your head. Present yourself to me for inspection. I want you to do this always after you carry out grooming tasks I give you. And don't slouch."

She adjusted her position, lifting her arms to rest her hands on the back of her head, her elbows wide. The position left her entire body open to my eyes, from her chin all the way down to her freshly shaved labia. I openly admired her tight little body, letting my gaze linger on her smallish breasts. They weren't very big, but they were beautiful and perfect. She was silly to be so ashamed of them.

Standing, I moved to her and walked around her in a circle, looking her over. "Your hair is too wet. This might be fine if you were allowed clothing, but you can't be this damp while naked. I will be very displeased if you catch a cold."

She nodded sadly, acknowledging that I was right. To her credit, she didn't fall out of the position I'd assigned her. This girl showed great promise, possibly harboring deep submissive tendencies even she didn't know about. Such a delicious thought.

Standing behind her, I placed my hand on her bare side and traced her gentle curves up under her arm. I relished the way she squirmed as I brushed against ticklish skin. Perfectly smooth, as requested. "Good."

I took the opportunity to reach both arms around her body to cup her pert little B-cup boobs, teasing her gently with my skilled fingers. Her sensitive nipples grew instantly hard and she sighed softly. Such an eager little slut already.

I removed my hands and moved back to her front, pushing her knees slightly wider to inspect her cute, puffy little pussy. She had done a very good job of shaving herself, but I would probably have her waxed anyway, just to get absolutely everything. I mostly wanted her to go through the experience of submitting to me in that way. I knew she had favored a nearly trimmed patch. Honestly, that never bothered me, but I wanted her to know I owned her, and that meant forcing her to change for me on command. So far she had done very well.

Keeping my touch gentle and pleasing, I slipped my hand down her smooth body to cup her vulva and caress her flesh.

She moaned softly, almost a purr. She was clearly trying to avoid anything that could be interpreted as speaking. I made no move to correct her, letting her know that such noises were acceptable as I continued to stroke and tease her body.

I had no intention of letting her come, of course. But I wanted her to remain horny for the duration of her three-day chastity. Sure enough, she was breathing hard and moaning quietly before long, my fingers slick with her desire.

That was good enough. To go any further would make me want to finish, and then I'd just be cheating myself. This whole thing was about getting what I want without concern for my partner. I wasn't interested in policing myself with her. I withdrew my hand and slipped the slimy fingers into her mouth. "Clean my fingers."

She dutifully licked and sucked them clean, flitting her eyes up at me with a pitiful expression as she realized she was not going to have a very comfortable 72 hours.

I smiled and pulled my fingers from her mouth. "Good girl." Plucking the simple collar from the table, I instructed her to pull all her hair over one shoulder and tip her head to the side so I would have a clear shot at her throat. I had lower her hands to her lap before closing the collar around her neck. The leash was still attached, and I had to admit it felt good to have her back on the end of a chain. I didn't know why, it just felt satisfying.

My client was scheduled to arrive in about an hour, and I would only need a few minutes to prepare the play room for the simple scene I had planned, so I had some free time to kill with my new pet if I wanted. Or I could cage her and have my own shower, or just split the difference.