In one swift, fluid motion, The Master heads over to the stage, dragging me only by the base of my hair behind him.
FUCKING OUCH MAN!
If I’m going to be spanked into my doom…I’d at LEAST like to be valiantly carried!
Without noticing my annoyance, The Master then pushes me hard against the wooden stage, pressing himself hard against my behind and bending me down so that my face is flat on the stage.
Ugh this is totally gonna clog my pores.
The Master: *asking from behind me, his smirk loud in his teasing voice* How much more naked can I get you?
Me: *knowing damn well I’m wearing nothing but crotchless panties, a corset, and fishnet stockings* Umm…I’m…pretty fucking naked already, wouldn’t you say?
The Master: *in a taunting laugh* Haha OH NO…I DEFINITELY wanna take more of this off you…
Me: *shrugging with my cheek still pressed against the wooden stage, my speech slurred from my contorted lips* Whatevs yo…you’re the boss!
Now whipping me around and again leading me caveman-style across the room by my hair (MY FUCKING HAIR!), The Master then stands me in the middle of the crowd and begins to undo my see-through black corset, as I face, wave, and smile to the oogling onlookers.
I figure now’s as good a time as any to see how comfortable I am being butt naked in front of a group of strangers.
I shrug at the thought, oddly unphased at such an idea.
My corset falls to my feet, as I stand bare-bellied in my strapless bra, panties, and leather thigh-high boots.
“DAAAAMN where’d those come from?!” I say to myself as I look down at my yoga-toned abs, which haven’t been present in MONTHS.
Woo hoo GREAT time to be naked in front of people!
“Now take those off,” The Master instructs me, pointing to my boots.
DAMMIT….I’m only 4’11 and I’m a good 5’4 in these bad boys…now I’m gonna look like a midget stripper…
Pouting, I crouch down and unzip my boots…now pulling them off one by one as I envision how I’d feel seeing a naked, brown child being spanked by a long-haired an adult…because that’s what these people are in for now that my boots are off!!
My boots now off and feeling rather sheepish in my shortened state, I’m now being led by The Master to a beige, leather doctor’s-office-type of bed…the kind where they roll that weird wax paper on it so you have to sit on it to not disease any other patients?? Yeah that kind of bed…minus the wax paper.
Oh Lord is he gonna spank me in this leather bed? Cuz that’ll be on par with how awkward and UNsexual the gynecologist is…
Bending me over onto the bed, my bare butt out and high, with The Master standing behind me, I feel and hear a loud *SLAP* against my right ass cheek, as I let out a loud, aroused moan, cocking my head high off the leather bed as I scream, “AAaaooooohhh! Oh fuck yeah…”
My breathing is short and I’m instantly hot and pulsing between my legs as I start rubbing my thighs together and silently begging for The Master to spank me hard again.
The Master: *almost as if hearing my thoughts, now giggling with sinister satisfaction*: Oh don’t worry…there’s more where that came from…*now lowering his face down to mine* “Yellow” means slow down and “red” means stop…you got that sweetheart?
Me: *giving a good-girl giggle in return and in between hot, short breaths* OK you got it…
The Master: *doing as I want and spanking me hard again, holding a fist-full of my ass still in his hands, now licking my ear and sending sharp chills down my back and deeper between my thighs, whispering* You must say…YES, SIR.
Me: *my breathing getting heavier, now whimpering, moaning, and dripping between my legs, I nod in agreement* Oh…well then, fuck yes…SIR.
The Master then undoes my bra, removing it as my bare chest and belly still lay flat against the leather bed.
“Umm…I don’t want the crowd seeing my nips!” I manage to scream out face-down with a raised pointer.
That’s like showing my butt crack…THAT’S FULL ON NUDITY!!
He agrees to not let my nips slip to the crowd.
I grin pleasingly.
Placing his warm hands across my bare breasts and nipples, The Master then walks me over to the gigantic wooden board, leading me in front of him as I wave again to the crowd, giving them a THUMBS UP for assurance.
Persian Princess bites her lips and claps in delight, the rest of the crowd stunned and waiting for what’s to come.
Pressing me face-forward against the board, The Master then chains my right hand up to the right corner, then proceeds to chain my left hand over to the left corner, as I dangle and hang in the first-stance of the YMCA.
Like a good little Catholic school girl, I dangle and wait in my Jesus stance, anxiously anticipating whatever salacious pain has yet to come, as I look down and now realize that I’m rubbing my hips and lady lips against the sleek, wooden board, building up my own want and need in my nether regions and my crotchless panties now growing increasingly wet with each passing second.
Fuck I can’t wait for this to REALLY start…