Suzy strips

Suzy's hands slowly went to the bottom of her top and started to pull it over her head. By the time she had it off and dropped it to the floor, she looked at Jon who was now pointing his phone at her videoing her every move.

"OH NO PLEASE TURN IT OFF, STOP PLEASE!" She pleaded and covered her naked breasts.

"Keep going ****, or you know what will happen." Jon commanded.

Suzy, panicking and trying to think of a way to escape, backed against the wall between two urinals. Before she could react, Jon reached down and picked up her discarded top from the floor and tucked it in his pocket. Now she was half naked and Jon had her top. She figured that Jon was going to give her a ride home. Now if she tried to run and made it past Jon, she would have to walk home almost naked. Taking a deep breath, her hands slipped down to her skirt, unfastened the button, opened the zipper, and slid it down her hips, pooling it around her ankles.

"Hand it here." Jon said and held out his hand.

Suzy slowly bent over, picked it up and handed it to her master.

"Good, now you know what to do." He instructed.

Suzy, now naked dropped to her knees, staring at the tile floor, unable to look up at him. She could feel him videoing her and didn't want to show her face.

"Look at me ****!" Jon barked.

She looked up at him still pointing his phone at her.

"Now tell me, what are you?" Jon demanded.

Suzy opened her mouth but the words wouldn't come.

"WHAT ARE YOU?" He demanded again, raising his hand.

"I am a ****." She whispered.

"LOUDER!" He shouted.

"I AM A ****!" SHE SHOUTED BACK.

"Whose **** are you?" Jon turned up the pressure.

Suzy blushed down her chest, her body trembling. "Your ****," She answered.

"Answer correctly ****." Jon wanted to completely humiliate her.

"I'm your **** Master Jon." Suzy said as she surrendered.

"Good, then crawl over here and suck my cock!" Jon demanded.