I perked up.
“Yes Miss!” I practically shouted, hurrying after her. I imagined myself in the shower with her, running soapy hands all over her body…
Amber handed the jar of coffee beans to me to carry as she strode across the lawn to her house. I followed eagerly.
After letting us in, she reached up and grabbed my shoulder to steady herself as she reached down to tug off her sneakers.
“Make me a cup of coffee and then join me in the bathroom” she said, kicking her shoes to the side. I knew I’d be straightening them up later.
“Yes Miss” I said eagerly. I got to work. I heard the water running in the tub and willed the water to boil even faster.
A few minutes later I carefully carried her coffee down the hall to the bathroom. The door was closed and I knocked tentatively.
“Come in, bank.”
I let out a deep breath. This was it. I was going to see Amber naked. Weeks ago she had lounged on her back porch in a tiny bikini, teasing me as she sunned herself. Since she started to control me and locked up my penis she hasn’t allowed me to see her in anything as revealing. She seemed to enjoy wearing short dresses or tops that showed off her stunning cleavage, but was always careful to make sure I didn’t see anything more. I turned the doorknob and stepped in.
The room was steamy and hot from the filling tub. Amber stood in front of the mirror pushing her hair out of her face and loosely bunching it behind her neck. She was fully clothed in her sweats and t shirt. She looked at my reflection in the mirror and laughed when she saw my downcast expression.
“Awww…expecting to see some skin?”
I knew she was toying with me.
“Yes Miss” I said, trying to keep the disappointment from my voice. It had been so long since I had seen naked breasts, or an ass or pussy. I wasn’t even allowed to look at porn on my laptop or phone.
Amber frowned and turned, taking a step towards me.
“But that’s not for you, is it bank? I think it’s best if you just put such things out of your mind.”
I groaned. I really wish it were that simple. My cramped cock was aching.
“Is it difficult for you?” She asked, stepping even closer. Her breasts were almost touching my chest now, and her face was inches away. She gently placed her left hand on my shoulder and reached down and put her right hand on my hip.
“Yes Miss” I said, breathing heavily as I tried to control my traitorous cock.
She stared at me for a few seconds. Her hand slid ever so slightly closer to my crotch.
“What would you do if I were to just take my shirt off? It would be so easy. I’m not wearing anything underneath.”
I groaned. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her large breasts strained against the fabric of her shirt and I could clearly see the outline of her nipples, which were hardening visibly.
“I’d do anything, Miss” I said honestly.
She smiled and crossed her arms in front of her, grabbing the hem of her shirt in both hands. I felt my eyes widen involuntarily.
“Anything?” She said, in her maddeningly sweet mocking voice.
“Yes Miss.” I gasped. “Just…please…I don’t know if I can take it anymore…”
I was slightly shaking, both from the painful swelling in my tiny chastity cage as well as frustration and anticipation. The feeling of Amber’s hands gripping my cock from my dream that morning flashed through my mind.
She pulled the shirt up a couple of inches. The swell of the bottom of her breasts was now exposed slightly. I realized I was holding my breath.
She frowned slightly.
“But bank…you already do everything I want you to do.”
“Yes Miss” I agreed reflexively, not thinking properly. It seemed that every cell of blood was trying to cram into my constricted cock.
She lowered the hem of her shirt slightly.
“So I don’t see how I benefit at all from showing you my tits.”
“No…” I begged. My cramped penis ached as I tried to will her hands to lift up.
Amber looked at me with a wicked grin on her face.
“Tell you what, bank. Tell me you’re a real man. Tell me you deserve to see me. Just one word and I promise I’ll take this shirt off. Not only that…” she slowly ran her hand down to her waist. I watched, mesmerized, as she slid it under the waistband of her sweatpants.
“Not only that, but I promise I’ll take these off too.”
She gave a small gasp and her eyes seemed to glaze over temporarily as she moved her hand between her legs.
“And I’m not wearing any panties.”
“Oh god…” I moaned. I needed to see her.
“It’s just…” she breathed, closing her eyes momentarily as her hand moved again between her legs. “I thought that we understood your place. I thought I was doing a good job training you to be a good little bank. And do good little banks get to see me naked?”
She opened her eyes to look at me. Her lips twitched in a hint of a smile when she saw the desperate struggle on my face.
“Ahhh…Miss, please…” I begged again.
“Answer the question” she said, quietly. Her left hand was under her crop top now, cupping her breast.
I moaned.
“No, Miss. Good little banks don’t get to see you naked.”