Then came another e-mail with orders. Explicit orders.1) My name from then on was to be shithead. No capital. He was Master or Sir. Nothing else and N...VER was I to use his full name, which he had included in a signature block in his original e-mail.2) I was to immediately shave off whatever pubic hair I had around my cock and put it into a plastic baggie for safekeeping. 3) He had a shopping list for me: get a baby bottle and a pacifier. Find little boy’s briefs in my size and buy several pair.. There was no doubt but that she was about to take it off. I watched the creamy skin of her belly appear before my startled eyes. I was frozen, five or six green beans impaled on the tines of my fork, which hung, suspended between the plate and my open mouth.Then her plain, white, utilitarian bra appeared, and I sighed inside because I was denied the view of her breasts. I never even gave thought to the fact that, previously that day, she’d gone around sans bra, but had, for some reason, decided. Think of it as a reward, your behavior has been impeccable, and you have earned it." Thank you sir. What do you want me to do." Actually, Sharon, you don't have to do anything. I'm going to move some hay from this level up to the loft, I'm also going to restock the root cellar that I have right beneath us, plus I am going to get the front-end loader and four wheelers ready for winter. You can sit on the hay bales over there and you won't be in the way." I'd really like to help, if you'll let. Short miniskirts and clingy knit tops with white thong bikini sandals would be all she was allowed to wear. She was to wear no nail polish on either fingers or toes, and no jewelry at all. It was all part of the active members' cruel plan.And there was more.On that first night, Luanne was required to strip naked in the dorm basement and wait, standing on a tabletop barefoot and without so much as a Band-Aid on, while the actives took all her clothing back to her room. The pretty virgin stood.