It was odd, looking into the mirror and seeing thispetite, asian girl staring back at her. So much smaller than the frameshe was used to seeing. So mu...h more feminine. So much more timid-looking. So much more... submissive. She had started to suspect whatMaster had referred to when he had hinted to other things that hadstayed with their bodies. There was something about being around herMaster, about obeying his commands, that was... arousing. He was apowerful man, he expected her to do as she. ’ Neither of us was popular enough for that designation, but that’s probably why we were always so close. I had been raised in a very strict and very Christian family, so I never was allowed to dress in any way that was fashionable. In my family, everything fashionable was ‘sinful,’ anything that would show any hint of my burgeoning body was ‘moral turpitude.’ I was frightened of sex, and the natural inclinations of a budding young woman that emerged at night in erotic dreams and longings. ......." "Take it all off," he interrupted, "and let's be quick about it, we want to see if we can free all of the pent up emotions trapped deep inside of you!!!" After standing up and rolling her eyes, Marica turned away from Dr. Fagen and removed every last stitch of her clothing, and then in a small voice offered, "I'm so embarrassed, I don't think I can even face you!!!" "Well if you turn around you'll find out that I'm in the same boat as you," he replied gently!!! "Y-you mean you're naked. My phone vibrated, "You're hot. Of course I want to play" A sudden rush of blood to my ego. Always nice to know guys 10-15 years younger finds you hot. I spotted him looking back through the crowd searching for me. We locked eyes and he smiled. I tried keep a straight face but flashed him a smile back. He clearly wasn't sharing my discretion as his friends were also trying to get a look at me. I got all the friends approvals as there was a series of nods and smiles with a high five thrown in. I.