Their Little Slut
"You are mine. My little slut."
"I'm going to the kitchen to get a drink," you tell me. "When I return, you will be naked, kneeling in the middle of the room with your hands on your head. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir," I reply. As you leave the room, I quickly undress, draping my dress, bra and knickers over the back of a nearby chair. I kneel up, keeping my legs slightly apart, and place my hands on my head. You have trained me well in the positions y...