AndreaSubbie
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Obediently, I followed, completely nude except for my footwear.
It had been delicious being allowed to remove my dress, or more accurately being ordered to remove my dress, to strip naked. Looking at Mr Martin under lowered brows, I inched the dress down on my ribs and further until my belly button was visible. I paused, then tugged the smocking down again until it reached only as high as my bikini line. Any further and my bush would show ... so that's what I did, revealing my pubic hair, and on until it was down to mid thigh.
I loved it, and was enormously grateful to Mr Martin for indulging me. Finally I stepped out of the dress completely and stood bare, the dress hanging from my left hand at my side. I adored being stripped naked, being naked outdoors, being photographed stripping naked outdoors, and knew I was hooked.
On his command, I handed over my dress, the imperious words, 'give me the dress,' echoing wonderfully in my mind. I was having the best day of my life and in my heart I was singing.
And then he called me, 'absolutely beautiful,' and, 'toy.' Could a girl be happier?
I was aware that he'd made sure no-one was around to bother us, and wondered where this new path would lead. I was beginning to feel like a live sculpture, my nakedness so natural and in keeping with the elements surrounding us, and wished other people could appreciate how my natural bare female form blended in and complemented the living and sculpted art around us.
All in good time, I suspected.
It had been delicious being allowed to remove my dress, or more accurately being ordered to remove my dress, to strip naked. Looking at Mr Martin under lowered brows, I inched the dress down on my ribs and further until my belly button was visible. I paused, then tugged the smocking down again until it reached only as high as my bikini line. Any further and my bush would show ... so that's what I did, revealing my pubic hair, and on until it was down to mid thigh.
I loved it, and was enormously grateful to Mr Martin for indulging me. Finally I stepped out of the dress completely and stood bare, the dress hanging from my left hand at my side. I adored being stripped naked, being naked outdoors, being photographed stripping naked outdoors, and knew I was hooked.
On his command, I handed over my dress, the imperious words, 'give me the dress,' echoing wonderfully in my mind. I was having the best day of my life and in my heart I was singing.
And then he called me, 'absolutely beautiful,' and, 'toy.' Could a girl be happier?
I was aware that he'd made sure no-one was around to bother us, and wondered where this new path would lead. I was beginning to feel like a live sculpture, my nakedness so natural and in keeping with the elements surrounding us, and wished other people could appreciate how my natural bare female form blended in and complemented the living and sculpted art around us.
All in good time, I suspected.