I am sitting on a wooden chair: one, which you have selected for me yourself.
As ordered, I am wearing a white, button up, loose fitting shirt and a brown skirt, which has been shortened, so the hem is sitting at the top of my thighs. I am not wearing a bra or any panties. You have told me to dispense with those. Oh, I am also shoeless.
My long brown hair is loose and cascading over my shoulders as instructed.
I wait patiently for you to enter the room.
You enter. You are carrying a small bucket in your right hand.
I look questioningly at you but say nothing.
Shock hits me as I feel ice cold water hit my rounded breasts, soaking everything I am wearing.
You place the empty on the ground.
The wet shirt immediately second skins me, outlining the contour of my large breasts. The icy cold water has an immediate effect and I feel my nipples harden and look down to see them peaking through the drenched cotton fabric of my white shirt. My skirt is also saturated and it now hangs down between my thighs. Water droplets coat my long legs.
You order me to remove my clothing before I catch cold.
I raise the wet shirt over my head baring my naked breasts to you, followed by the skirt, which manages to further arouse me as the material lightly grazes my taunt teats.
Naked I sit and wait, my head bowed.
You walk up to stand before me. You lightly stroke my hair. The freshly washed soft strands slip through your fingers like strands of gossamer silk.
I want to raise my head to look at you but instead keep my head lowered until you see fit to raise my chin so my eyes can meet yours.
I feel your feather light touch as it strokes the underside of my breast. My sharp intake of breath instinctively tells you that I like this. You take my left nipple between your thumb and forefinger and squeeze tightly. Pain makes me wince but the sensations in my pussy make me squirm against the chair.