Andrea

The only parts of the conversation I could hear were Andrea and sugar. Andrea lost her husband in the war a couple of years ago and lives next door to us.

In a moment Joy returns, her face is beet red and her nipples swollen beyond belief. Breathless she managed to stammer “That was Andrea, she needs to borrow a cup of sugar. I told her I would get her some.”

I stare at Joy for moment, uncertain on how to handle this. Remembering her reply about the safe word “…I can think of nothing that would make me use it.”, I grin.

“As a **** do you think you have the right to make decisions like that? Remove your skirt immediately ****.” I order sternly

My cock throbs as she quickly reveals the thong and obviously shaved pussy. “No Master, I am sorry Master. It won’t happen again Master.”

“You will return to the door, exposing your collar and at least one breast. You will inform Andrea that your Master is upset you left her standing outside. You will invite her in to sit while you fetch her the sugar.”

Joy’s body quivers as she gives a small grin and says “Yes Master.”

Joy returns to the door, exposing her whole body, repeating the words as she was instructed.