Watching myself tie and untie the top over and over, giggling as my nipples are exposed. It’s so strange to think that just a few short months ago, I was so ashamed of my body. I would never have shown myself like this. I laugh, and take it off again. I marvel at my beautiful breasts. I giggle at their cute, pert little nipples.

It’s so wonderful to be a slut. Why did I resist? Why did I hide? This is so much nicer, I think, as I put it back on, only so I can take it off. Putting on clothes is so we can take them off again, put on a nice show. Naked is our natural state. And showing off my body pleases Sire. And pleasing Sire pleases thrall. And thrall eagerly serves Sire.

Why did I ever resist? Why was I ashamed? Giggling, I take it off and throw it. I don’t know where it landed. I don’t care. My body goes limp, and I stare in blissful emptiness, running my hands over my beautiful, exposed breasts. Being a trance slut is awesome.