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of the other one, her breasts straining against her bra and tight top as she did so. A moment later she repeated the process, leaving the jeans in a heap on the floor. Amy looked around for a place to put them.
    “Leave them there and straighten up.”
    She did as she was told, her hands crossed demurely in front of her crotch.
    “Hands behind your back. Never cover yourself up in front of me. I won’t tell you again.”
    “Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”
    Obediently her hands moved to the sides and finally behind her. The top came down past the waistline of her full panties but not far enough to cover the crotch area. Although these were tight, the thicker crotch band itself prevented any detail of her private parts showing through or indenting the fabric.
    “Turn around and face the other way, put your hands to the side.”
    The back of the panties were even tighter than the front, stretched tautly over her now well-displayed ass.
    “Stand facing that way. Remove your top.”
    Her hands moved shakily to grasp the top in front of her, out of my view, her shoulders giving away the fact she had crossed them as the easiest way to strip the top off upwards. Grasping the hem she began to pull it up, revealing more and more of her naked back as she did so. After a couple of moments the white strap of her bra came into view and the garment continued to rise. I could see the muscles of her buttocks trembling as she continued the manoeuvre, obviously her treatment already exciting her.
    She eased the top clear of her bra, capped breasts secure in the knowledge I couldn’t see them, yet; unaware the security camera was preserving the moment for me. As the top rose to entangle her head I gave her another order.
    “Stop. Hold the top there and turn to face me.”
    With her arms and head entangled in her soon to be discarded top, this moment would feel extremely vulnerable for her. The trembling of her body intensified but Amy still followed my instructions, turning to face me, displaying those beautiful breasts to me for the first time, still of course confined in the bra. This covered the whole of each breast, only an indentation showing where her hard nipples rubbed against the fabric. Those breasts weren’t large, probably no bigger than a B cup, but the bra flattered them, producing an enticing cleavage.
    “Remove the top. Drop it onto your jeans.”
    She completed the job, and remembering my earlier instruction dropped her hands to her sides.
    “Well done, Amy, now slip your shoes back on.”
    She stepped into the sling back heels, delightfully balancing on one leg and bending forward to slip the strap around her ankle. The inadvertent display of her cleavage was very nice. When she straightened up she saw what I was looking at and realised the display, bringing another flush to her cheeks. Actually the blush descended onto the tops of her breasts as well, providing a beautiful contrast with her severely white underwear.
    “Well done, Amy.”
    The praise had its desired effect and she smiled, lighting her face up again, brightening and enhancing her natural beauty.
    “You are very beautiful when you smile, slave. Smile more often.”
    “Yes, master. Thank you for the compliment, master.”
    She’d clasped her hands behind her back now, deliberately pushing her breasts out and up, obviously waiting for the instruction to lose the bra.
    “Come with me, slave. I think we need to change your wardrobe.”
    I rose and moved around the desk, indicating she should walk to the door in front of me. She gave a last despairing look at her clothes before leaving them where they lay. She jumped when she saw I was still carrying her belt but made no comment as we walked down the short corridor and out onto the shop floor, as I said earlier, conveniently straight into the ladies wear department.

Chapter 4 – Ladies Wear.

    It had been very difficult to leave my clothes behind on the floor of Mister Chisholm’s office, and then walk out