To get water from the kitchen

“I’m thirsty, slut. Why don’t you go get me a glass of water from the kitchen?”

Allison covers up her little tits and frowns. “But I—”

“I could tell you to take off your shorts first.”

Allison looks shocked, then slowly stands and pulls up her shorts. “As you wish, mistress.” Topless and head held high, she leaves her bedroom to get Leigh a drink. Leigh walks to the doorway to watch surreptitiously.

At first, nothing interesting happens. Adam keeps watching television, the kitchen a little beyond his peripheral vision. But then, nervous, Allison fumbles the glass and it clunks loudly on the kitchen counter. Adam’s head whips around, and finds himself staring directly at his roommate’s breasts. He stares. Allison smiles sheepishly and waves, then finishes pouring the water. Her face is beet red. She rushes back to her bedroom, and Leigh makes sure she’s lying on the bed by the time Allison gets back.

“How’d it go?” she asks innocently.

“Just fine, mistress.”

“Did Adam see?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“And how did that make you feel?”

Allison lowers her head. “Horny, mistress.”

“Did you like being exposed?”

Allison just nods.

“Good, then we’ll be doing that again. Bring me the water, little slut.”

Allison brings the glass over, and Leigh takes several gulps. “Now, I need you to do something for me.”