"Hello" I say, holding the door to my studio open. You smile, eyes flicking up to meet mine and then away again. "Hello, Sir". You brush your blonde hair behind your ear as you enter. Holding your bag, a green coat and a loose, flowing summer dress that stops mid thigh. I lead you through to the main studio. Lighting bright but soft and warm. "Another training session, Slut. How are you feeling about your progress?" The studio is my bondage and rope studio and on the walls hang various ropes and restraints along with a number of frames. "I'm very much enjoying it, Sir" your eyes sparkling gently as you speak. "I hope I'm doing well." This is your third session and the previous two have covered some basics and discussion about the role of the person being tied, and how to maintain composure. You've been excited and found yourself turned on by the sessions but nothing sexual has even been hinted at.

"I've been impressed with your progress so far. You seem very natural at this and I'm keen to explore further so I thought we'd up the ante a little today. How does that sound?" You smile again and nod "That sounds good, Sir". As part of our agreement I told you that it was important in the relationship to always refer to me as Sir, which you secretly love doing.

"Good. Get ready for me, Slut." In previous sessions you've worn shorts and sports bra and go to get them from your bag. "Today we'll do things a little differently" I say eyes intently on you. You glance up at me noting a alight shift in my manner. "We will be doing today's session naked. So I need you to stand there and remove your clothes. Do you understand?" You hesitate.. confused, a little shocked but a thrill of excitement stirring in your chest. "Yes, Sir." You say. You put your bag down and take off your jacket placing it on a chair. Slowly lifting your dress over your head to show your matching blue underwear. You reach up to your shoulder straps and hesitate again, recognizing this as a point of no return. You glance at me and I stand watching, eyes intent on you. Then you slide your fingers under the straps and drop them.

Suddenly and thrillingly aware of the nakedness of your breasts. Desperately hoping that your nipples aren't showing your excitement by being hard, as you know they so often are. Then you slip your fingers under your waist band and bend forward to slide your panties down and off. I wait for a second, just observing. You shift from foot to foot under my gaze. "Good girl. Now fold your clothes and place them on the chair. Once you've done that stand still so I can inspect you."

You fold your clothes, hands shaking a little as you do, and place them on the chair. You return to your spot and stand there for me, again shifting a little as you, a mix of excitement and discomfort at this new experience, realizing that you are feeling new emotions being told what and how to do things. "Stand still." I tell you as I approach. "Feet 12 inches apart, shoulders back, hands by your sides." You obey, shifting your posture and holding it. The cool air in the room and your increased pulse rate making your nipples hard. You are fully conscious of this as I stand and look at you, my eyes covering every bit of you from your hair, face and breasts down to your freshly waxed mound and your legs. You are hyper conscious of every part of you. I then move behind you and do the same. You hold your pose as straight as you can. I move back around to your front. "Good" Is all I say as I move to the wall and take down one long rope. You relax and shift your feet. I turn "Did I tell you to move, Slut?" My voice harder. "No, Sir" you say quietly and hold yourself back in position.