Squeakybrakes

Female Submissive, 23, chicago, Illinois

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Female Dominant, 39, Port St Lucie, Florida

"You'd like me to do what? Oh. Oh..." There was something so very unsettling about the request. It was simple. Take my clothes off. Be naked in front of Him. But still, an overwhelming sense of uncomfortableness washed over me as I processed the simple thought. The chair underneath squeaked slightly, the only noise I could hear above the hot blood rushing to my head. Arguing was futile. I had known from the very beginning that evading the question and not following a directive was an unrewarding situation. I raised my eyes to his expectant face and felt the blush rise in my cheeks. I slid off each piece of clothing and covered myself in embarrassment. His eyes never left mine. "Sit up straight". That's when I realised I had been crouched over, guarding everything that I could from eyes that had yet to look that far. I willed myself from within to develop a shield of invisibility. He still had not looked below my neck. My calves rested against the legs of the chair, my feet curled around the back and toes curled to the soles of my feet. "Relax". He smiled, I just want to ask some questions. My shoulders dropped, my fidgeting hands stilled, I realised I had been holding my breath. Questions... Ok. I can answer questions. His eyes... Still on mine. I had questions of my own, why did he want me naked to ask questions. Feeling my hair tickling my cheek, I reached up to brush it away. "Don't do that" I froze. "I like your hair that way". "Tell me why you wanted to be here". My heart pounded. I didn't know how to answer. I knew that it was not about joking. "I.... I felt like it would be rewarding". My insides curled into one knot, I couldn't look at Him now, but I knew his eyes were still on my face. The chair squeaked again as I shifted my weight in the seat. "No. No you didn't, you feel uncomfortable more now because that is not the truth." My teeth gritted as I faced up to having to explicitly tell Him my desires. I'm sure the blood inside my was boiling hot. "Look at me. Tell me. Talk." "I read about a girl on the chair. I wanted to be that girl on the chair. I wanted you to look at me and think I was beautiful, I wanted you to give me this uncomfortable feeling and make my palms sweat. I wanted you to make me honest. I wanted this other life". You still were looking into my eyes under the harsh lighting of the room. A naked bulb, a naked girl. You nodded. "Yes, you did, didn't' you". For the first time your eyes left mine and dropped to my feet, now flat on the ground, unentwined from the safety of the chair legs. My knees, where my hands now rested, completely still. You smiled as you took in that I was aware, but no longer conscious of being naked. "And now you are that girl on the chair". My sex burned. I knew that between my legs was betraying the calmness I was trying to achieve. Something in your eyes alluded to same... Your eyes dropped to the heat spires and my cheeks once again lot up with a strong brush.

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