I felt the anxiety knot triple as I slid the zipper down my body and peeled the dress down my arms before letting it pool to the floor. I slid my thong down my legs and stepped out of it before pressing my back to the door.
I was nervous for him to see my backside. I knew he would get mad and maybe might even flip out like he had the last time I was with him in the playroom. The thought made my stomach hurt and my knees shake.
“Shoes, too, Genevieve. You won’t be needing those,” I heard him say from across the room. He was rummaging through the dresser drawers.
I sighed and bent down to undo the clasps on the sides of my heels before kicking them to the side.
I stood up straight and heard him walk back over to me, “Hands,” he commanded.
I held them out, hoping he wouldn’t see how hard
