The next morning

Eleanor's night was full of nerves and a short attention span, but it passed without too much trouble. She managed to get to sleep, eventually, and the next morning woke up with her alarm. She showered quickly. She hesitated before putting on makeup - would Teresa even care if she was wearing makeup? But Eleanor knew she felt better in makeup, and she thought Teresa might enjoy making her makeup smudge and run.

As for clothes, that she knew didn't matter. She'd be taking them off as soon as she got there, so she picked clothes that were comfortable, simple, and easy to remove. Wearing basic cotton panties, a pair of soffes, a tank top, and flip-flops, Eleanor ate a quick breakfast and headed for her car.

Once she parked in front of Teresa's house, at 7:55 am, Eleanor's nerves were on fire. Was she really going to do this? Did she really want to be this woman's degraded little pet? Was she really going to strip before she went inside?

Eleanor closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then stepped out of the car. She walked up the sidewalk to the front door, then paused. Teresa said I'm supposed to strip before I come inside, right? Surely I don't have to strip before she opens the door. I don't want to wait naked until she answers. Taking a gamble, Eleanor rang the doorbell.

Teresa answered just a moment later, and Eleanor immediately began her first task. She stripped off her tank top, kicked off her flip-flops, and pulled her shorts and panties down to the floor. Teresa stepped out of her way without a word, and Eleanor dropped to her hands and knees in the foyer. With a spark of shame, Eleanor realized her cock was suddenly erect.

Before shutting the door, Teresa collected Ellie's clothes and dropped them in a pile inside. Then, after closing the door, she crouched in front of Ellie and took her chin in her hand. "Good girl. You're going to be a very good plaything."