A change in attire

As we got outside and I could see the sunset in the distance I felt like the sun was setting on my old life and my new one was just about to begin.

“Do you know how to cook?”

“Yes, master. I’m actually a very good cook. You might remember that I’ve invited you over for dinner many times offering to cook for you.”

“Excuse me? Are you implying your memory is better than mine?”

I felt fear as I was already displeasing her as a ****. I wanted to be the best **** ever and I was already letting her down.

“No, master. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. I mean only to say that I consider myself to be a good cook and would make you any meal you might desire.”

Kelly rubbed her chin to show she was thinking.

“That’s better. I’m trying to think of what I should call you. You don’t really look like an Emily to me.”

I never thought I would lose my name in this arrangement but then it occurred to me that if I lost Emily, Kelly would be the one picking the name, it would come straight from her and whatever she picked would be so much better than “Emily.”

“Whatever would please you, master.”

“For now, let’s try, uh... Dyke.”

I frowned a little, I didn’t care that it was degrading or homophobic but that it was just so generic and didn’t reflect me or her and I’s relationship in anyway.

“Don’t worry, Dyke, when you show me more of yourself I’m sure I’ll think of something more appropriate.”

I tried to smile to show my appreciation.

“Thank you, master.”

We kept walking and went out the door to her car sitting in the parking lot. I had gotten a ride with my lawyer because I hoped to ride with Kelly and was getting my wish. She looked at her door expectantly and for a moment I didn’t understand before going to open it for her. She got in and sat down. I went along to my side and it was locked.

Kelly rolled down the window.

“Before you get in, I put a lot of thought into how I want you to dress.”

I smiled. Just knowing she was thinking about me and our time together was enough to send a jolt of excitement through me.

“I’m going to need you to take off all your clothes.”

I froze. I mean I knew she could tell me to do anything but I didn’t think she’d ask me to get naked in public. There were other people in the parking lot and no one knew I was a ****. I wanted it to be an intimate form of slavery where it was just her and me, closer to sub and domme but it was clear she had other ideas.

“Master, we’re in public.”

Kelly seemed to get angry like I insulted her and I swallowed nervously.

“Dyke, you made a commitment today to be my ****. You didn’t want any but the most basic precautions. You were willing to do anything just to have more of me in your life to the point you were willing to let me set all of the terms. That means when I say get naked, you get naked. I have your new uniform in the car.”

She was right. Even if she wasn’t right, she’d always be right as my master but she was absolutely right. I wondered if she wanted to see my body, maybe she wanted to examine me, even explore me, I felt myself getting wetter and my nipples hardening. I would be her happy and willing **** because that’s what she wanted. Plus whatever outfit she had for me was in the car. I belonged to her and needed to act like it.

“Forgive me, master. I will undress at once.”

She said nothing but I did require further direction.

“Master, did you mean to include my shoes or may I keep them?”

“Down to your bare ass and bare feet. Not a stitch.”

I nodded and reached down untying my sneakers before pulling them off. I looked around the parking lot and there were people leaving work for the day as well as last minute clients who had just wrapped up business also leaving. So far no one had noticed me but I’m sure they would soon. I next took my socks off though after those it would get much more embarrassing. I felt excited, if my master wanted me naked, surely there had to be some sexual component and from sexual maybe I can build towards romantic.

“Any day now, Dyke, you’re on my time. Your time is my time so any time you waste your own time you’re also wasting mine. So quit wasting it and strip.”

She placed emphasis on strip and it was firm and commanding. I felt like putty in her hands. My toes curled on the hard concrete and I moaned a little.

“”Yes, master, I’m sorry, master.”

I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor. I tried to look sexy and enticing but when I looked up my master wasn’t even paying attention. She was playing with the radio and texting. I groaned but would follow her instructions anyway. Maybe she’d feel differently after I got in the car. I was standing in my bra and pants and three men and a woman were now all staring at me. They were paying more attention than Kelly was and that made me mildly upset on top of feeling embarrassed. This was the life I signed up for, this is the life I want. Slaves weren’t required to wear clothes and that’s why it was usually built into the contract but I hadn’t because I wanted to be everything she wanted.

I pulled my pants down careful to keep my panties even if only for a moment. I wore a matching red lacy bra with a matching red lacy pair of skimpy panties. I hoped that based on the living quarters she provided for me I would get the chance to undress for her but I didn’t think it would be like this. There were now five men and three women watching me and I felt more embarrassed but all I wanted was for her to watch me and enjoy it. She still wasn’t paying attention and it made me feel... like a **** that didn’t matter. I hoped this was her game, she was teasing me keeping me waiting until she was ready to make her move.

She tapped on her watch and I blushed. I undid the clasp between my cups as I had wanted to make it easier if she were the one to take it off me. I removed the straps and let the bra fall to the ground baring my breasts. My nipples were a color an ex-lover called “creamy rose” erect on my chest and slightly larger than I would like but not too big, at least no one had ever complained about them. As I said before they were the size of lemons and pretty pert. The men were taking pictures now but I only wanted my naked body to belong to Kelly not to be deposited in these creeps’ spank bank. Although maybe I was the creep, I was the one stripping naked in a parking lot. I covered my breasts to save them for Kelly.

“Hands at your side!”

I felt humiliated at the instruction of having to uncover in front of these leering men but then I realized that even if she wasn’t acting like it, at some level she was paying attention. I lowered my arms baring my breasts and jutted them out hoping that even out of the corner of her eye she might see something she likes. My nipples felt like diamonds and I got ready to go fully nude for my new master. I spread my legs slightly so she’d be sure to see some lip and reached my thumbs into my panties dropping them to the ground in one fluid motion and stepped out. I felt a drip of juices drip down my inner right thigh as despite the intensity of how uncomfortable and exposed I was, I was very much turned on.

“All done, master.”

She didn’t even respond. I was completely naked outside and the men were snapping even more photos. They seemed more interested than she did and they probably were. Was this all a big mistake? I wrapped my arms around my stomach as that wouldn’t cover anything as I tried to comfort myself. I wondered if I had just signed myself up for a lifetime of pain but then that voice in my head that always told me to confess my love to her told me that I hadn’t earned her love yet, I need to earn it.

I tried to make sure I stood in a way where they could only see my ass and not my pussy at least that would only be for Kelly. I looked at the men and glared at them but they didn’t seem to care. I was trying to tell them I belonged to her not them but it didn’t seem to bother them in any way. There were more and more people watching and I felt myself start to sweat in humiliation despite trying to seem confident. I gave up and tried to open the door but it was still locked.