Strip for Inspection

"Strip," she ordered flatly, walking back behind her desk.

"Excuse me?" You ask incredulously, before quickly adding "Madam."

"I'm sure you did not just ask me to repeat myself," she replies coldly, once again flashing her piercing blue eyes. "I need to inspect you fully if I am to give my approval."

You opened your mouth to protest but quickly closed it. You could tell there was no use, and besides, you were screwed without her approval. Taking a deep breath, you began unbuttoning your shirt.

"While you strip, please confirm this information is correct," Madam says, retrieving a clipboard from her desk. As the words leave her lips, your dress shirt falls to the ground. Your milky white skin is exposed to this stranger, though she hardly seems to notice. She barely gives your bra-clad chest a glance before looking down at her clipboard. "Your name is Morgan Lockley. You are a woman aged nineteen years old. You are five feet three inches and weigh one hundred and twenty-six pounds. You have a high-school diploma and spent one year at university, during which time you worked as a janitor. Finally, you described yourself as having a strong work ethic and pride yourself on loyalty and professionalism."

"Yes, yes that is correct, Madam." As you respond, you let your skirt drop to the floor. Stepping out of it, you place it next to your shirt and heels. You feel incredibly exposed, standing in just your bra and panties. In fact, you are equally embarrassed at both your nudeness and the cheap quality of your underwear. Your first instinct is to cover yourself with your hands but you resist the urge. You really, really need this job! You just pray she does not want you fully nude...

Your hopes are quickly dashed when the woman crosses her arms. "I'm waiting...:" She practically growls.

Sighing, you resign yourself to your fate. Reaching behind your back, you tentatively unclasp your bra. Slipping the material off your shoulders, you nervously remove the garment. Your nipples harden as your tits are embarrassingly exposed to your new employer. She studies your breasts dispassionately, almost as a doctor would, her full red lips pursed. While she did not say a word, her eyes told you to continue. Pushing past the anxiety, you grab the waistband of your panties and, with a deep breath, push them past your wide hips. The dainty fabric falls to your feet, finally revealing your entire nude form. Kicking the panties into your clothes pile, you rest your hands at your side and await her response.

She looks at you from a distance for a few moments before approaching, coming within inches of you. You feel so submissive with this well-dressed, powerful woman towering over you, inspecting your bare body. Reaching up, she firmly grabs your chin and tilts your head up and down, side to side.

"You're just as cute as your pictures," she muses. "Lips are a bit thin but you have pretty eyes and great cheeks." She pinches them to emphasize her point before moving lower. Running her fingers down your body, she comes to your tits. You gasp as she takes one in each hand, squeezing and weighing the sensitive flesh. Despite your surprise and concern, you cannot help but get aroused at the touch. To be in the presence of such authority... it made you weak at the knees.

"What size are these?"

Her question took you out of your thoughts, your mind automatically answering "34C, Madam!"

"Hmm. The Master prefers at least a D..." Her quick dismissal of your breast size brought all your nervous feelings back. He... he had a preference for boobs? From his maids?!?! What did this job entail? What... what had you gotten yourself into...

Her hands kept going south, running down your sides, over your hips, and finally resting on your ass. You stiffen as she reaches around and takes a cheek in each hand. The position brings her face a hair away from your own. You feel her warm breath on your lips as she gropes your rear and you struggle to suppress a moan. Her eyes seem to suggest she likes what she feels, and as she pulls back her red lips pull back into a smile.

"You have quite the succulent ass, Miss Lockley," she purrs. "Firm yet still big and juicy. Very nice..."

"Thank you, Ma-EEK!" You squeak in surprise as her hand cups your pussy, her palm pressed against your most private region. She looks down dominantly into your eyes as she feels around, her fingers probing but not entering. You reddened in shame as your arousal smeared all over your new boss' hand, the embarrassment only making you wetter in a vicious cycle.

"I like how you feel, Miss Lockley," she murmured, teasing your entrance. "Tell me, are you a virgin?"

"Y-Yes, yes I am," you admit, too scared to say anything but the truth.

"Very interesting..." She lingered a moment more before drawing back. You almost collapsed when she took a step back from you, once again retrieving her clipboard. "You have earned my approval. Do not disappoint me. And that will be the last time you forget to call me Madam, is that clear?"

"Yes, of course, Madam. Thank you, Madam!" She laughs at your overcorrection, the first emotion you've seen from this woman so far.

"Don't thank me yet, Miss Lockley. You still need the Master's approval before you can work here." Your heart sank at the reminder, though you nod nonetheless. "We'll go see him now. His work is usually lighter in the mornings."

"Will... will I be going to him like this, Madam?" You ask, dreading the idea of going anywhere in such an exposed state.

"I suppose not. Let me fetch your uniform." You exhale in relief as the Madam walks over to a closet. Your shame is replaced with curiosity as you wonder what your attire will be.