I gaped at him in astonishment. A slave? He couldn't be serious! I looked into his eyes beseechingly and when I saw that he was indeed dead serious I took a deep breath and backed into the center of the room.
I honestly don't think I've ever been so scared in my life as I was at that moment, even tied up in the back of the van was nothing compared to this! It took me a couple minutes to gather up my courage to take off those damn panties, and I could see him growing more impatient by the second. Remembering his threat about cutting off my fingers, I reluctantly looped my thumbs under the sides of my panties and removed my last shred of modesty.
Per his instructions, I then spread my feet apart as wide as I could, baring my neatly trimmed pussy for his inspection. Finally, with trembling arms, I clasped the underwear in my right hand and locked my fingers behind my head with my upper arms straight out from my body and parallel to the floor.

In this humiliating position I haltingly choked out the words: "This stupid, helpless....*cough*....slut...is ready....for your....inspection.........sir."

The 'sir' was sort of an afterthought, but I kept thinking that if I complied with what he wanted, maybe he'd let me go. Boy...I really WAS stupid!