Voice in my EarI was relaxing on the sofa, debating whether to go and run a bath, when a message pinged through on my phone.
Kitten, it’s time to play.
Everything in me clenched tight, a low pulse starting to throb in my c**t. I waited, breathless, my eyes glued to the phone screen, and a second message quickly followed.
Go upstairs and get changed. The denim skirt, the short one. No underwear, Kitten. That means bra, too. Message me when you’re ready.
I went upstairs and did as I was told, swapping my comfortable jeans for the denim miniskirt and sliding off my panties. I wriggled out of my bra last, feeling the heavy weight of my breasts as they swayed more readily without support, the slight chaffing of the cotton t-shirt against my hardening n*****s. I dropped the bra on top of my
