“You could have stood the whole time. Besides, the last time you took the bus, you were flashing the man across from you, even giving him a look at your nipple.”
“But, Master, Jerry was there to protect me. This time I was alone,” she pled.
“I doubt Jerry would have been much protection.” Sigrid started to remove the offending undergarment. “No, don’t take those off. Upstairs to my den, slave.” Peter watched his slave’s clothed behind ascend the staircase.
When they were both on the third floor, Peter ordered. “Now, take them off.” Sigrid pulled down the panties and stepped out of them. “Give them to me,” he demanded. Sigrid handed them over. Peter stepped to his desk and took a pair of scissors out of a drawer. He snipped the waist band on both sides and threw them at his slave, who ma
