dress code

You consider her lovely gowns and frown in thought. "I want you to be available for me whenever I want, Belle."

Belle nods her head and tilts it in inquiry. "Of course, my lord. But are you sure that I deserve a name anymore? I am your slut after all and you may call me whatever you wish."

Your eyes roam her delectable body and your hands rise to her chest, caressing her tits while you consider your choices. "I'll call you Belle when I wish, but you're right. In front of company, that wouldn't be at all appropriate. You will be slut whenever there is anyone else around. First, though. I think that bodices shall no longer be worn. Your breasts are too delightful to leave covered."

Belle nods and calls in the maid who had been a featherduster and they begin to systematically cut and tear the tops of all of Belle's gowns away. As you watch, you notice that the maid is showing off as much of her body to you as she can, surreptitiously, while helping Belle mangle her clothes.