’ ‘Why? Isn’t it good enough for them to know how I got it, how I do it?’I thought about this. ‘No. There is little public interest in the m...chanics of your work, they want to understand you.’ I tried a different tack. ‘What were you good at in school?’ ‘Everything.’ Christ, it’s like getting blood from a stone! When I had arrived at her offices, her secretary had shown me into the inner sanctum. Sandra had been seated and did not stand to greet me. The secretary had invited me to sit in front. Nicola had worn nothing except her restraints since her arrival. "I wondered if I was to continue to remain naked or if, at some point in the future, I was to be introduced to clothing that would be considered appropriate for my role." Nicola spoke quietly continuing to look at the floor.I was pleased. She had spoken respectfully and her question showed that she was beginning to consider the impact of the decisions she made about appearance and behaviour on those around her. It was a statement. "Hey Scott," I said sighing when his fingers pushed a curly blonde hair away from my face. His hands gently caressed my cheeks and he smiled when I smiled again. Scott slipped his hands under my shirt and my bra and rubbed my nipples with his fingers. I moaned as his fingers teased my nipples into hard little pebbles. One of his hands slipped out of my shirt and found its way into my pants and boyshorts. His fingers spread my pussy lips and he moaned when he felt my juices gather."God Allie,. I was floating." When her eyes focused again, they darkened. "Winter Garden was different," she said. "The prospect of going into the Club naked, chained to a dog scared me. You saw how it scared me. But when you started commanding me every step of the way, my body took over. It always does when my pussy ... when my cunt starts flowing. I get hot, my whole body tingles and I stop thinking. It seems as if my sane, embarrassed mind moves to a distant place. It sees what I'm doing, but the need is.