Chapter 15: The Family

The call from Sophia’s mother came on a quiet Tuesday afternoon.

“We’ve talked,” she said, voice steady but emotional. “We want to see you both. Properly. At our house. No hiding. No halfway. If this is who my daughter is now ... we want to meet her fully.”

Sophia stood naked beside me in my office, collared, listening to the speaker. Her eyes met mine with a mix of nervousness and quiet resolve.

I answered for both of us. “We’ll come. Naked. No fabric from the moment we leave the retreat until we return. That’s who we are now.”

Sophia’s mother was silent for a long moment. “Yes,” she finally said. “That’s what we want.”

The day of the visit:

We left Bare Courage at sunrise. Both of us were completely naked. No shoes. No jewelry except Sophia’s simple leather collar. No fabric whatsoever. The morning air was cool against our skin as we walked from the main building to the car. Guests watched with quiet respect. Some nodded in understanding. This was part of the truth we taught here.

Sophia drove. I sat in the passenger seat, my heavy breasts resting against the soft shelf of my belly, thick thighs spread comfortably on the leather. My mature cunt was fully exposed to the cool air conditioning. Every so often, I reached over and rested my hand on Sophia’s bare thigh, a silent reminder of ownership and love.

We drove for nearly three hours like two naked women traveling through the Arizona landscape. Truckers honked. Other drivers stared. Sophia kept her eyes on the road, breathing steadily, her perky breasts rising and falling, her nipples tight from the cool air and nerves.

When we pulled up to her parents’ modest suburban home in Mesa, her mother was already waiting on the porch. She had asked us to arrive exactly as we were.