My hands on your hips after completing stripping you. Your heart thundering in your chest as you are about to serve me for the first time. Your juices already running down the inside of your thighs as your mind races over the things I am whispering in your ear that I am about to do to you.
My hands pressing you forward and bending you over the edge of the bed.
Most of the time I enjoy sitting back and watching you strip for me. Every now and then though, I enjoy having you stand stock still, no emotion on your face, no movement of your own, while I strip you.