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missmixalot

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Sir informed me two work colleagues were coming over for dinner this afternoon. I was to cook a beef bouginon and make a lemon tart. Sir also informed me to stay naked for them. Also I was to behave naturally for them, not visible submissive and behave calmly and chat with the guests in a polite informal way. My stomach churned a little at the thought of being stripped bare in front of complete strangers. Excitement, anticipation the act of receiving guests for an afternoon and staying naked while they are clothed. The meeting was polite, they were nice and Sir chatted with them and I was mostly in the background. I was stared at frequently, in the moments when they thought Sir was not looking.
Later, after a few wines the gentlemen felt more relaxed to look. Sir complimented my body which made me shy and blush and the men thought cute. Sir then allowed the men to look openly and I was to sit and chat 'fully exposed ' for them. I bit my lip and sat, attentively chatting with them. I felt a warm, arousing humiliation. A delicious tingle of excitement. This was my first time receiving guests like this and was a few years ago. I grown more confident since then but this shot of Sir's is one of my favourite.
 
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Sir informed me two work colleagues were coming over for dinner this afternoon. I was to cook a beef bouginon and make a lemon tart. Sir also informed me to stay relaxed. I know this is the message for me to remain naked (I am naked all the time at She's except for certain guests and for going out). I am also not visible submissive (formal) and behave naturally and chat with the guests in a polite informal way. My stomach always churns a little. Excitement, anticipation the act of receiving guests for an evening as staying naked while they are clothed. The evening was polite, they were nice and Sir chatted with them and I was in the background. I was stared at frequently, in the moments when they thought Sir was not looking.
Later, after a few wines the gentlemen felt more relaxed to look. Sir complimented my body which made me shy and blush and the men thought cute. Sir then allowed the men to look openly and I was to sit and chat 'fully exposed ' for them. I bit my lip and sat, attentively chatting with them. I felt a warm, arousing humiliation. A delicious tingle of excitement. This was my first time receiving guests like this and was a few years ago. I grown more confident since then but this shot of Sir's is one of my favourite.

Did sir reward you at least. Wouldnt mind some closeups..
 
I was aware of the clock ticking. The gentle hum of quiet conversation could not drown out the repetitive percussive thump as hands moved slowly around. The floor was cold. My feet felt more bare and exposed as I walked around, the tactile sensation of cold and gentleness of my steps contrasting with the click of the men's polished business shoes, warm, protected and secure. I had been naked for exactly 48 hours and 23 minutes. not that I was counting. I had no idea were my clothing was and Sir was busy chatting to two of friends. The tall, grey haired gentleman in the very expensive suit came up to me. "Lost in thought?"
I looked up at him, "no, just taking five'" I replied smiling.
"Well, you look beautiful, whatever you were doing"
I blushed, I don't take compliments easily, the blush ran from my cheeks and over my chest to the top of my breasts.
"Embarrassed?" He asked quizzically.
I looked up at him and gave a shy smile.
"Funny, as you are comfortable displaying yourself to us all but blush with a compliment,"
"I always blush with compliments, I am completely comfortable being nude for Sir."
"And his guests?" He probed.
"Of course, I love that Sir can share my body with whoever he would like to"
"That is so nice," his eyes smiled as the words left his lips
"And what do you think when the men touch you?"
"I analyse where their hands touch, how they touch, the sensations of their fingers."
"What does it tell you, your analysis?"
"Men like nipples, buttocks and vaginas," I replies smiling.
"Then I must not disappoint," he quickly replied moving his fingers down my tummy and over my labia.
I shuffled my feet so they were more apart and pushed my hips forward looking him in the eyes as I did so.
"Your moves suggest you want something?" He said with a knowing glint in his eyes.
"No, your moves suggest you want something" I replied.
"Looks like Sir has you trained," He responded.
"Of course, he has and my training would suggest that if we go over to that chair where you can sit down and I can stand in front of you legs parted and back arched and you would be in a very comfortable position to chat to me"
 
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An interesting couple of insights into your submissive life.

Does Sir take you to a lot of events where you are to remain naked for his and others enjoyment?
 
An interesting couple of insights into your submissive life.

Does Sir take you to a lot of events where you are to remain naked for his and others enjoyment?

We do something two or three times a month either at Sir's or one of his friends houses.
 
My reward is pleasing Sir. This was the only shot on that occasion.

Your Sir is a very lucky person to have submissive like you. I'm sure he is very pleased with you and that you take good care of his needs.

Your Sir's visitors probably had to run home and take care of their own needs without a wonderful sub like you to do it for them.
 
Sir informed me two work colleagues were coming over for dinner this afternoon. I was to cook a beef bouginon and make a lemon tart. Sir also informed me to stay naked for them. Also I was to behave naturally for them, not visible submissive and behave calmly and chat with the guests in a polite informal way. My stomach churned a little at the thought of being stripped bare in front of complete strangers. Excitement, anticipation the act of receiving guests for an afternoon and staying naked while they are clothed. The meeting was polite, they were nice and Sir chatted with them and I was mostly in the background. I was stared at frequently, in the moments when they thought Sir was not looking.
Later, after a few wines the gentlemen felt more relaxed to look. Sir complimented my body which made me shy and blush and the men thought cute. Sir then allowed the men to look openly and I was to sit and chat 'fully exposed ' for them. I bit my lip and sat, attentively chatting with them. I felt a warm, arousing humiliation. A delicious tingle of excitement. This was my first time receiving guests like this and was a few years ago. I grown more confident since then but this shot of Sir's is one of my favourite.

Excellent fun.
 
I was aware of the clock ticking. The gentle hum of quiet conversation could not drown out the repetitive percussive thump as hands moved slowly around. The floor was cold. My feet felt more bare and exposed as I walked around, the tactile sensation of cold and gentleness of my steps contrasting with the click of the men's polished business shoes, warm, protected and secure. I had been naked for exactly 48 hours and 23 minutes. not that I was counting. I had no idea were my clothing was and Sir was busy chatting to two of friends. The tall, grey haired gentleman in the very expensive suit came up to me. "Lost in thought?"
I looked up at him, "no, just taking five'" I replied smiling.
"Well, you look beautiful, whatever you were doing"
I blushed, I don't take compliments easily, the blush ran from my cheeks and over my chest to the top of my breasts.
"Embarrassed?" He asked quizzically.
I looked up at him and gave a shy smile.
"Funny, as you are comfortable displaying yourself to us all but blush with a compliment,"
"I always blush with compliments, I am completely comfortable being nude for Sir."
"And his guests?" He probed.
"Of course, I love that Sir can share my body with whoever he would like to"
"That is so nice," his eyes smiled as the words left his lips
"And what do you think when the men touch you?"
"I analyse where their hands touch, how they touch, the sensations of their fingers."
"What does it tell you, your analysis?"
"Men like nipples, buttocks and vaginas," I replies smiling.
"Then I must not disappoint," he quickly replied moving his fingers down my tummy and over my labia.
I shuffled my feet so they were more apart and pushed my hips forward looking him in the eyes as I did so.
"Your moves suggest you want something?" He said with a knowing glint in his eyes.
"No, your moves suggest you want something" I replied.
"Looks like Sir has you trained," He responded.
"Of course, he has and my training would suggest that if we go over to that chair where you can sit down and I can stand in front of you legs parted and back arched and you would be in a very comfortable position to chat to me"

Very hot
 
Your Sir is a very lucky person to have submissive like you. I'm sure he is very pleased with you and that you take good care of his needs.

Your Sir's visitors probably had to run home and take care of their own needs without a wonderful sub like you to do it for them.

Thank you. I am happy to serve Sir and obey his wishes.
 
He always reminds me of Mr Scully, my old art teacher from when I was fourteen or fifteen. It's weird the likeness, even down to his mannerisms. What's even weirder is that I am standing naked in front of him discussing designer kitchens.
 
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He always reminds me of Mr Scully, my old art teacher from when I was fourteen or fifteen. It's weird the likeness, even down to his mannerisms. What's even weirder is that I am standing naked in front of him discussing designer kitchens.

Cute Smile
 
Stunning

Mismixalot

I have to say Sir is one lucky gentleman and you are equally lucky to have such a generous Sir.
 
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