I have no name when I am with my Master. I am only called "Slave". I may only call my master "Master".
I had spent a lot of time and money in the Sex Shop to now dress in the slutty clothes Master liked.
Master said "Slave, you look great."
I was pleased that Master had praised me. Usually he complains that I am not as good as his other slaves.
Master said "Get naked Slave."
As I undressed Master watched. I took off the expensive slut-ware slowly. I was just in my newly purchased, expensive bra and panties. Master had still not taken off a stitch of clothing.
He said "That bra certainly makes the best use of those wonderful breasts. Take it off slowly."
As I did the topless striptease for Master's pleasure he said "It pleases me that I can do whatever I want with your body."
I paused from removing my bra and replied "Yes. I want you to use me at your pleasure."
I took off my bra and Master said "Stand here in front of me."
Obediently I then came over and Master sucked at both my nipples.
He continued "Sometimes when I see the woman topless I am disappointed. But you excel my expectations. Those nipples and the shape of your breasts are just perfect. Let me savour them once again."
I stood there while he played with my breasts. It was making me really horny. But my aim was to please Master not to be greedy and please my own desires. I was like a chef who has prepared a meal for a favoured client. My delight was in seeing the client enjoy the meal, not in eating it myself.