Make her strip

"You'll be wanting to remove your clothing, Miss Veronica." Smithers said in the same tone he might have used to announce that she had mail.

"What! No! Do you have any idea how expensive this outfit is!" Veronica protested.

"I do indeed, Miss. Which is why I suggested you remove so I don't have to rip it off of you," Smithers informed her. "You must understand, Miss. You have been too young to witness social interactions between the sexes before, so your home was child proofed. Now you are over eighteen it can once again follow the rules of society, and in the world of adults females only wear what their male protectors considers appropriate. You father insists all females within the house must be naked and available twenty-four hours a day."

"But you can't think that applies to me. I'm the mistress of the house. I'm rich!" Veronica protested, her eyes flickering down to where Smithers cock was stiffening into a monster even larger than the one her daddy possessed, though unlike the fine smooth shaft of her father, Smithers' cock was lumpish and slightly twisted. The cock of a common man, or so Veronica assumed.

"No, Miss. I'm afraid you are not. Your father is rich, you on the other hand are a cock-receptacle. No different from the maids and your father's interns. Your purpose in life is to offer any male in need of it a vessel to relieve his swollen balls into. Now I must insist that you remove your clothing. You may leave them on the hall table. The maid will clean them and return them to your room. You may wear them when you leave the house to go shopping or to parties. Unless your father says otherwise."

Nothing Smithers was saying was new to Veronica, except in the fact that it applied to her. But She had always assumed that she would only have to service the men of her own class, not commoners. She was still positive that this must be some sort of horrid mistake. But when Smithers frowned slightly and lifted his hands toward the collar of her dress she hastily began to disrobe. It was a very expensive dress, and she was rather fond of it. "Fine, I'll do it. I'm sure daddy will come to his senses and inform you I am still the mistress of this house." She informed Smithers in as firm a voice as possible as she stripped naked in front of a man for the first time in her life.

Veronica was a coltish, with smallish breasts and a firm tight little ass. Her body had been chemically treated at one of the most expensive spas in Europe. This had left her without a trace of hair below her eyebrows. In an act of defiance she did something she had never done before. She carefully folded her clothing, instead of dropping it to the floor, and placed it on the nightstand. She turned to face Smithers, but she kept a forearm over her breasts and twisted her hips slightly to hide the smooth purse of her virgin sex.

"Good girl," Smithers said in what Veronica felt was a condescending voice. "Now kneel and properly apologize for being such a cunt to me, and to all the other men of the estate for the last few months."

Veronica flushed, and tried to look defiant as she knelt in front of Smithers. Despite her anger, and the belief this was a huge mistake, she felt a thrill at the knowledge she was finally going to suck a cock, even if it was an ugly commoner cock. But as she stared at the drooling tip of Smithers cock she realized she had no idea how to proceed. The bulbous tip was huge. There was no way her mouth would open that wide. How was she supposed to do this?