Tell her to come to the bed
From Lord Of Utterdom
You pat the bed beside you, bidding her to come closer. She does as she is commanded, coming to take a seat next to you. She looks all about the room, but will not meet your gaze.
You reach up and pull the ribbon that holds her hair up, letting her long curly golden locks fall about her shoulders. She looks all the more lovely with her hair down.
She unfastens the clasps on her blouse slowly, opening it down to her slim belly, leaving it to hang at her shoulders. "Please, be gentle with me, my lord," she says.
