It was a couple of days after my experience with Sue. Pete had been badgering my Master for a couple of weeks to play a round of golf, and my Master had finally acceded. He didn't much like golf, and wasn't very good at it, but he agreed, out of politeness more than anything. Master had been dissatisfied with the speed with which I had got ready the previous morning, so my punishment was to be prevented from getting dressed until he had left the house that day. Accordingly, when Pete knocked on the door that morning I was still naked.

"Harriet, get the door, please. That'll be Pete. I'm getting my clubs from the shed."

I knew there was no escaping it so, bracing myself, I went to the door and opened it for Pete, inviting him through. A look of amazement swept across his face as he saw my naked body, but he said nothing as he walked past me into the living room.

"You've got a nice day for it," I commented.

"Yes," he replied in a strangled voice, taken aback by my everyday approach to this unusual situation. He couldn't prevent his eyes from flicking up and down my body, and I observed him as he stared at my small breasts and lightly trimmed bush. He was about forty, I suppose, with the start of middle-aged spread settling round his girth. He was beginning to grey at the temples and was receding slightly. His eyes, blue and deep, were friendly and he wore an amiable, if confused smile. I smiled politely in return and turned for the kitchen, giving him a good view of my retreating arse, which I knew was one of my best features. My Master arrived at the back door, lugging his bag of clubs, and greeted Pete warmly. He, too, made no mention of my unclad state, and I think it was a somewhat perplexed Pete who drove them off to the golf course. I only hoped that memories of me would play havoc with his concentration and aid my Master in their contest.

It was many hours later when they returned, having spent as much time in the nineteenth hole as they had on the first eighteen combined, and Barbara, Pete's wife was with them. Each of them was rather the worse for wear. By now, of course, I was fully dressed, and I was completely relaxed as I opened a bottle of wine and poured three glasses, offering them to my Master and to each of his guests.

"As you can see," my Master said, "Harriet is very obedient. She likes to be well treated, and if she is she will minister to your every need." Clearly, he had spoken to Pete and Barbara in the course of the evening about our domestic arrangements, as they showed no great surprise at what he said, beyond a mild curiosity. "Harriet," he continued, turning to me, "we were talking in the clubhouse, and both Pete and Barbara like playing poker. We thought we'd have a game. Can you fetch some cards please?"

I went through to the other room, where I knew we had a pack, and fetched it back. My Master took it from me and motioned to me to refill the glasses and then sit on the chair, out of the way.

"We thought, for a bit of excitement, that we'd play strip poker," he said, shuffling the deck. I was mildly curious about this. Since I wasn't invited to participate, it would be interesting watching my neighbours slowly undressing in front of me. The tables turned, I suppose. "However," he continued, Barbara is a bit shy about undressing like this, so we are going to play a different sort of strip poker. The winner of each hand is allowed to nominate which piece of clothing you should remove."

I sat facing them, mouth open like a goldfish. Whatever next, I wondered. My Master had a huge capacity for inventing humilating scenarios for me. Meekly, I nodded, and Pete started to deal.

My Master, who is adept at poker, won the first two deals and asked me to remove my slippers. Pete won the following game and had me take off a sock. They were going for the demure approach, the long, slow process of stripping me, stretching it out as long as possible to inflict the maximum humiliation on me. Barbara, however, won the next hand and, instead of the other sock, asked me to remove my tee-shirt. I sat watching the next deal with only my white bra covering my top.

They were taking their time over the game, spinning it out, extending my torture, forcing me to wait for the inevitable. I refilled their glasses once more, and another couple of hands went by, leaving me in only my bra and panties. The next game would be the big one.

It was won by Barbara. A silence filled the room as she deliberated. She made a show of choosing, exaggeratedly furrowing her brow, as if it was a difficult decision. She would choose the bra, I thought. Drag it out to the very end.

"Panties," she said. "Can't wait any longer. Panties." I was wrong, and had not prepared myself sufficiently for the exposure I now had to endure.

Standing, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down, stepping clear of them. I stood for a moment, while they all took in the sight, then resumed my seat, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

The next game seemed to go on for ever, but by now I was over the worst. My pussy was in full view of all of them, so having to reveal my tiny breasts was of little concern to me. Accordingly, when my Master won the hand and looked over to me, my hands were already behing my back, unhooking my bra. I slipped it off and sat before them, completely naked.

"Splendid," said my Master. "Now comes the fun bit. Now we start playing for Harriet's body...."