They stood there like that for a long moment. Diana knew that that should be all; she should give him a kiss on the cheek, say goodnight and go.
Instead she leaned back and looked into his eyes as if seeking permission there. Then, standing on her toes in order to reach his ear, she whispered, “T-tell me to…take off my clothes.” And when, startled, he started to pull back she held him there and added, her voice shaking, “Pre-…” She stopped, unable to go on for a moment, then forced herself to continue, “Pretend I’m…y-your…slave.” And then: “Please.”
She let him go then, and stood back, waiting, terrified, for his reaction.
Her heart sank as he turned and walked into his room without a word. She waited for him to slam the door behind him.
Instead, he turned back to her. He looked at her for a long moment…and then snapped his fingers at her and pointed to a place on the floor directly in front of him. Diana hurried to stand where he had indicated, not daring to breathe. James walked around her to shut and lock the door, then returned to stand directly in front of her, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at her, his expression neutral.
“Strip,” was all he said.
Diana’s response was instantaneous and automatic:
“Yes, Sir.”
In some strange way Diana found it easier to strip for James this time, despite the fact, or perhaps because of it, that this time he was standing almost face-to-face with her. Diana allowed herself to be held in his gaze as she pulled her shirt over her head, relieved that she hadn’t worn her glasses to the party. But this time instead of tossing it onto the bed or dropping it to the floor, she quickly folded it and offered it to him with both hands. James nodded his approval as he took it from her, turning to place it on the bed himself.
Next came the shoes, which Diana toed off and then bent down to retrieve before offering them to James in the same ceremonial fashion. Then the pants, unfastened and unzipped in the back and then quickly pushed down to her ankles and stepped out of before being picked up, folded neatly and held out for him to accept.
Diana was momentarily grateful that she had splurged on some new underwear; it wasn’t anything fancy but at least the bra and panties matched and were pink and just a little bit girly. After giving James her pants she stood for a moment, giving him a chance to enjoy the sight of her in just her underwear, hoping it would please him. But his eyes never left hers and Diana had the sudden realization that what was pleasing to him was not the sight of her body, which he had seen before, but her obedience to him: the fact that she was taking off her clothes simply because he had told her to do so.
She darted a glance down at the front of his pants, noting the huge bulge there before quickly returning her gaze to his. Oh! She had done that! It excited him to treat her like a slave! Diana felt moisture gushing into the crotch of her panties. Ohhh…
She quickly unfastened and removed her bra, finding it a little awkward to fold neatly but doing her best before offering it to James. She thought briefly about doing a slow tease with her panties, pulling them down very, very slowly while keeping her eyes on his. But no: little slave-girls simply did as they were told. So she quickly slipped them off and picked them up. But this time instead of folding them she gave in to an impulse and simply held them out with both hands, offering him her last piece of clothing and at the same time allowing him to see that the crotch of her panties was soaking wet.
He took them from her, as he had taken everything else, without comment or change of expression, and placed them on the bed before turning back to her. To Diana it suddenly felt as though none of the clothing belonged to her anymore; she had given it all to James and it was now his property. She was a naked little slave-girl, wearing nothing but a gold chain around her neck and a pair of earrings.
They stood motionless for a long while, looking into each other’s eyes, their breathing heavy. Then James said, “Well, here’s a pretty little slave for sale. I wonder how much they want for it?”
He stood back from her somewhat and made a point of slowly looking her over, from the top of her head to her toes, as if he was considering making a purchase.
“Hmmm…” he mused. He strode behind her and seized her wrists, causing Diana to gasp, as he brought them up and together, indicating to Diana that she should clasp her hands behind her, which she did. Then he inserted one foot between hers and roughly nudged them farther and farther apart until her legs were spread wide.
He returned to stand in front of her and slowly looked her over once more, his gaze lingering on her breasts and between her legs, eventually nodding to himself and saying, “Better.” Then with one hand he took her by the chin, raising her face to his. “Is it a good little slave?” he asked, staring into her eyes. “Is it obedient?”
Diana was paralyzed, though she couldn’t for the life of her have said whether it was with fear or arousal or some delicious combination of the two. But after a moment she managed to whisper, with some difficulty as he was still holding her by the chin, “Yes, Sir.”
James added his other hand to the back of Diana’s head, holding it firmly as he pulled her chin down with the other, forcing her mouth open. “Hmm…” he said again, peering into it.
Diana felt a jolt between her legs. Being required to stand in this position, naked, in front of James, and now being examined as if she were nothing more than an object of interest to a potential buyer, was making her quiver all over.
James released her chin but maintained his hold on the back of her head as he began to probe her mouth with two fingers. He toyed with her tongue for a little while and then began sliding his fingers in and out of her mouth, saying softly, as if to himself, “Is it a good little cock-sucker, I wonder?”
Diana was unable to respond as James continued to slide his fingers in and out of her mouth, his pace gradually increasing, for another minute or so. Then he suddenly withdrew them and, seizing her by the chin once more, leaned close and asked, “Well, is it?”
Diana, gasping, was frozen in his gaze, unable to speak. What should she say, what could she say? Finally she managed, “N-n-no, Sir, not very good. B-but I’ll… I’ll t-try to be one for you, Sir.”
James just continued to look at her, and after a moment Diana tried again, “I- I’ll try to be a…” Oh god, she couldn’t say it. But she had to. “I’ll try to b-be a…a good, a good little…” She forced herself to go on, “A g-good little c-c-cock-sucker for you, Sir.”
James nodded his approval and said softly, “Good girl,” and Diana found herself flushing with pleasure at having pleased him. He released her head and stepped back slightly to look her over once more. He murmured, “Well now, what have we here?”
Diana, following his gaze, looked down and saw her fully-erect nipples, just before he seized them between his thumbs and forefingers and pinched them.