clothing game

she was wearing some simple jeans shorts and a tighter fitting shirt.

"shorts off."

She complied, robotically removing her shorts and setting them to the side. It took a bit of effort to get them over her shoes, but she managed, revealing a pair of panties that told me she was not planning on company today. Simple pink cloth panties. Nothing too skimpy or frilly, just an every day set.

"Put them back on."

Her face spelled out a story of relief, and then further dread. I suppose for a second she thought I was being forgiving.

As she struggled to pull them over her shoes, I thought I might need to add a second command to help her out. As soon as the thought crossed into my head, she seemed to be commanded to take off her shoes to assist in putting her pants back on. She then put her shoes back on.

She wore simple black tennis shoes on her comedically small feet.

"Stand up," I commanded. She stood, with her face showing a steel resolve as she tried her best to tolerate her current powerlessness.

"Now take off your left shoe." She obliged.

"Take your left shoe, and sniff," I continued. To be honest, I'm not really into foot stuff, but something about the humiliation of my complete control made this an intriguing idea.

"Good girl. Set it down, then repeat with your right shoe."

She sniffed both shoes, then set them on my desk. I spat on her again, she recoiled, but remained stoic.

"Now take off your shorts. Be sexy about it."

She did so, dancing side to side, revealing those same pink panties as her skinny little ass and hips came into full view. She stood timidly, with her legs crossed to guard my view.

"Now take off your shirt." The stone knew I wanted her to tease me, so she did. Her face was not on board, looking dreadfully at the pile of clothes on the floor as her shirt was added to the pile.

Her bra was also unassuming. It fit poorly, and was made up of the comfortable plain white fabric. It had a stain on it.

"Your bra has a stain on it, why do you wear it?" I said, awaiting a response. As I didn't command a response, she said nothing. "Answer me honestly."

Her voice droned a response: "It's my favorite one, and the stain won't wash out. I wasn't planning on anyone seeing it today."

"You can never be too prepared. Now take it off."

She removed her bra, unclasping it from the back. As it fell, it revealed an average and unassuming pair of tits. In the moment, though, I was enraptured by them. The possibilities of what could happen next flooded my brain.