You Wake Up Naked

The first thing that occurs to me when I wake up is that it's cold. Of course, it's cold, I'm naked under the covers. My eyes shoot open. It's hard to make out with my glasses gone, but I'm naked in bed in a stone windowless room. How did I get here? Who...who undressed me? I blush remembering where I was before I fainted.

That...that woman. She was the owner of the sex shop. Owner of the sales girl too. I gulp. They must have brought me here. I settle back into the covers. Having sex in someone else's shop is illegal. She could have me sued. Privately, I imagine some of the other ways she could use this situation against me. It doesn't take long for me to start juicing up again. It occurs to me I never got release earlier.

Before I can consider it more, the door opens. It takes me a minute to figure out who it is without my glasses, but once her red hair comes into focus, it becomes all too obvious.

"Are you okay? You went lights out on us there." The salesgirl asks. All she is wearing is a set of black lace lingerie and the collar from before. My mouth waters a bit.

"Oh...Um. Yeah, I was just surprised is all." I say hurriedly. "I pass out sometimes."

"Well that's a relief." Her posture softens back to the same playful confident pose from earlier. Arms crossed beneath her bosom and hips cocked. It's odd seeing her that way while wearing a **** collar. "I'm Caede by the way."

"Oh, I have a question," I ask, looking back down at the covers. "And I'm Mabel."

"Go ahead, Mabel" She nods.

"Why am I naked?"

She pushes her head back and laughs. She takes a small step closer, while looking at me. Probably at how I'm going to react. I push my knees to my chest, making a space for her to sit, which she promptly takes.

"I mean, before you passed out, all you were wearing was our bustier. I imagine you wouldn't have wanted to be left passed out wearing something that compresses your chest."

"No, that makes sense," I turn red remembering my state of undress at the time. "May I ask who undressed me, though?"

She smirks back at me. Now my whole face is red.

"I just came into check up on you." She scoots a bit closer. Her thigh presses against my knee through the blanket. How can anyone's skin be so soft. "Mistress, wanted me to ask you if it's okay if she comes in. She didn't want to make you uncomfortable again." I can't help but notice the way the word "Mistress" rolled off her tongue. It's like she said it with her tongue bathed in honey.