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“When you’re in here, you are completely mine. To do with as I see fit. Do you understand?” Her tongue quickly licks her upper lip, and she nods. Good girl. “Take your shoes off.” She swallows and proceeds to take off her high-heeled sandals. I pick them up and put them neatly by the door. “Good. Don’t hesitate when I ask you to do something. Now I’m going to peel you out of this dress. Something I’ve wanted to do for a few days, if I recall.” I pause, checking that she’s still with me. “I want you to be comfortable with your body, Anastasia. You have a beautiful body, and I like to look at it. It is a joy to behold. In fact, I could gaze at you all day, and I want you unembarrassed and unashamed of your nakedness. Do you understand?” “Yes.” “Yes, what?” My tone is sharper. “Yes, Sir.” “Do you mean that?” I want you unashamed, Ana. “Yes, Sir.” “Good. Lift your arms up over your head.” Slowly she raises her arms in the air. I grab the hem and gently pull the dress up her body, revealing it inch by inch, for my eyes only. When it’s off I stand back so I can have my fill of her. Legs, thighs, belly, ass, tits, shoulders, face, mouth…she’s perfect. Folding her dress, I place it on the toy chest. Reaching up, I tug her chin. “You’re biting your lip. You know what that does to me,” I scold. “Turn around.” She complies and turns to face the door. I unfasten her bra and pull the straps down her arms, skimming her skin with my fingertips as I do and feeling her tremble beneath my touch. I take off her bra and toss it on top of her dress. I stand close, not quite touching her, listening to her rapid breathing and sensing the warmth radiating off her skin. She’s excited and she’s not the only one. I gather her hair in both of my hands so it falls down her back. It’s oh-so-silky to touch. I wind it around one hand and tug, angling her head to one side and exposing her neck to my mouth. I run my nose from her ear to her shoulder and back again, inhaling her heavenly scent. Fuck, she smells good. “You smell as divine as ever, Anastasia.” I place a kiss beneath her ear just above her pulse. She moans. “Quiet. Don’t make a sound.” From my jeans pocket I grab the hair tie, and taking her hair in my hands, I braid it, slowly, enjoying the pull and twist against her beautiful, flawless back. Deftly I fasten the end with the hair tie and give it a quick tug, forcing her to step back and press her body into mine. “I like your hair braided in here,” I whisper. “Turn around.” She does so, immediately. “When I tell you to come in here, this is how you will dress. Just in your panties. Do you

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