"Strip."

It is more than her command to her boy.
It is more than her boy removing all of his clothing for her viewing pleasure
It is her boy removing the last of the "real world" barriers between them.

When stripped, her boy is open and honest.
His body will tell the truth, always.
When she arouses him, she sees it in his erection.
When she frightens him, she sees him shake.

When stripped, her boy is connected to her.
The redness of her hand matches the redness of his bare ass.
The tingling in her hand matches the stinging of his bare ass.

When stripped, her boy is at her command.
Her boy can cry with his head in her lap, his tears wetting her skirt.
She can soothe him with a gentle stroking of her fingers across his skin.
She can make him sob if she decides to punish him more.

When stripped, the only world that exists is their own.
Nothing else exists.
He is her boy and she is his Domme.
And it all begins with a single word.

"Strip."