I swallowed hard, extremely nervous now, but it was easier to obey than to think, so my hands moved of their own accord.
“See how easy it is to be a good girl?” he smiled. “All you have to do is what I tell you to do.”
“Tell me to do something else!” I said eagerly, smiling. “It's sort of fun giving up control like that! The naughtier it is; the more fun it is!”
“Good, you'll like this, then!” he said, grinning evilly and leering at me. “You have a choice; take off your skirt and let me see your panties, or take off your bra and let me see your tits.”
“No, oh no!” I moaned. “If I do that, I'll be a slut!”
“No, you won't.” he told me, looking right at me. It seemed to me he was looking right at my soul, such was the intensity of his gaze. “You'll be my good girl, because you'll be obey
