But I Am a Good Girl
The moment I step into Master’s house, I begin taking off my clothes. I start with my blouse, unbuttoning it carefully before slipping it off and folding it neatly, then setting it on the floor next to the door. A good girl is always naked for Master, and I know that I want to be a good girl. After a few moments, my slacks join it, then my bra and panties. I put my sandals next to them-I don’t always dress this formally for Master, especially not when he never sees me wearing anything, but I...