Anita
Copyright© 2023 by R.P.A.M.
Chapter 86
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 86 - Anita has had fantasies about public nudity since she was sixteen. She is now twenty-three and finally going to act them out. While doing this, she discovers something about herself that will alter her life.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Coercion Consensual Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Fiction School DomSub Humiliation Spanking Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Body Modification Public Sex Transformation
When we got out of the store and had walked a few meters, Patricia suddenly started laughing.
Brenda and I looked at her, and she, between gasps, said, “I can’t ... believe ... you did that!”
Brenda let out a chuckle and said, “Slave, you did well!”
“Thank you! Mistress,” I responded, feeling happier about the compliment than I had expected.
Brenda looked at her watch and said, “We really need to hurry! We are running late.”
And so, after Patricia had calmed down, we walked towards the entrance of the building. When we were walking past the cabinets where I had stored my things, Brenda said, “Let’s put the rest of your things in the locker too, so I don’t need to carry them with me.”
I agreed, so we walked to the locker where I had my things. Brenda opened it with the key, and everything I had brought with me today ended up in it. The only thing Brenda kept with her was the key to the locker, of course.
Once outside the mall, we walked briskly towards the park. While we were walking along the busy main road, Patricia asked me, “Can I ask you some questions?”
“Sure,” I told her.
“When you are running around naked, how does it make you feel?”
“Umm,” I let out, thinking. “Well, it may surprise you, but it makes me feel satisfied, but also not too different from running around with clothes on.”
“Really!” Patricia said, sounding surprised, “I think ... I would feel very embarrassed ... maybe even scared, if I were forced to walk naked in public. I for sure would do everything I could to avoid being seen by anyone.”
I couldn’t help but smile when I heard her say this, because, thinking back on how I thought about it before I had been doing it, I felt that way back then, too. So, I said in all honesty, “I thought the same, before I was caught doing it. But now that I have been doing it for a whole week, it doesn’t really scare me anymore.”
“You were caught! So, if I get you right, you didn’t want to be seen at first?”
“Of course not! I can honestly say, when I was going outside naked for the first time, I had promised myself to avoid being seen at any cost.”
“But eventually, someone caught you while you were naked outside!”
“Yes, a group of boys and girls caught me in that forest you heard about.”
“Really!” Patricia sounded intrigued by this. “So, umm ... What did they do when they caught you?”
“Nothing you are thinking about right now,” I said to tease her. It worked because she started blushing.
I giggled and said, “Tell you the truth. I also thought those things. I was sure that if anyone caught me, they would have their way with me. Especially, because I wasn’t only running around naked, but I had myself chained with my hands behind my back. If someone, or even a group, caught me, they could do anything they wanted with me, and I wouldn’t have been able to stop them.”
“Oh My God!” Patricia gasped. “Weren’t you afraid then?”
I sighed and said, “I was. But the voice in my head telling me to do it was stronger than the fear I felt.”
“Wow! And, you said they didn’t do anything to you, nothing at all?”
“Not really. Well, those guys stayed with me for the rest of my walk. And, in the end, took me to their home. Well, to the home of the aunt of one of the boys.”
“No, they didn’t! And what then?”
“To my surprise, they were very kind to me and didn’t do anything inappropriate. In fact, I have been with them ... while naked ... for most of the week now, and they have become very good friends.”
“Oh! Wow! That’s so cool!” Patricia said. She then looked at Brenda and asked, “So, are you one of those who caught her?”
Brenda smiled and answered, “Not exactly, but I also caught her like that in the same forest, I believe.” Brenda looked at me for confirmation.
“Yes, you did,” I smiled at her.
Patricia then asked Brenda, “So, how did Anita end up as your slave then?”
Brenda bit her lower lip and said, “I just asked Anita if she wanted to be my slave today. I never thought she would agree, but she did.” The smile Brenda gave me was one of contentment and also gratitude. It made me feel nice and warm, deep inside.
We had now reached the park, so we crossed the street and walked into it. The park itself was separated from the city by a very high hedge, with a few entrances.
Inside, you had very different areas. We entered the park at the location where there was a little forest. I remembered that we were following the path to an open area of the park with many different sports fields. Well, I had been here many times during my youth, so I knew the place well. Although I have to say, the forest looked denser than before, and the trees also looked taller. In the years I had been gone, it seemed every plant had grown more than I had.
Of course, our conversation hadn’t stopped once we were inside the park. The moment we had entered it, Patricia had asked, “So, how does it make you feel to be a slave?”
That was a good question. How did it make me feel? I had to think about it for a moment, and then it came to me. “Well, I think I feel a little liberated by being a slave.”
“Liberated?” Patricia asked, surprised by my answer, “I would think it would make you feel the opposite. Somewhat trapped because you have to do what others tell you to do.”
“That’s true. But at the same time. It makes me do things I think I would otherwise never do. Now, someone tells me to get naked and walk around wherever we are, and I do it. It’s not completely out of my own free will, but at the same time, I’m still doing something I crave a little. But, I probably wouldn’t do it on my own accord, even when it makes me feel all excited when doing it.”
“Hmm, yeah, maybe,” Patricia said while thinking about my answer. “I hadn’t thought about it like that. But, earlier, you also said you wouldn’t do anything that would hurt others or yourself. Aren’t you afraid of being arrested? I’m sure the police would arrest you if you started walking naked around here or anywhere else in the city. In the mall, even when it’s open to the public, it’s still private property. So, when nobody can see you from outside, I’m sure it’s legal if the owners allow it. But in the streets, or even in this park, or even that other forest. I’m sure it’s against the law, and you can get arrested. And ... well ... you’re also an adult. You probably would be in even more trouble than a minor would be. Not that I would break any laws, but I definitely wouldn’t when I turn eighteen. As a minor, I can get away with certain things, but as an adult, no way the police would go easy on us.”
Of course, I knew that I would be able to get away with it, thanks to Jane’s Law. But that’s something I can’t tell them about. And so, I answered, “I haven’t been arrested yet, but yeah, it scares me a little. I’m not sure how the police would act if they saw me, but at the same time, I’m sure it would only be a fine that I would need to pay, and maybe they would caution me to not do it again, or the consequences could be more severe.”
“Now you are rationalizing things, but it could get you in real trouble. Maybe even hurt your future,” Patricia said. “So, if you don’t want to do anything that hurts you, wouldn’t this be something you wouldn’t do as well?”
I shook my head and said, “With hurt, I mean physically hurt me or others. I would never do anything that could cause real pain to a person. And probably, I won’t do anything that would mentally hurt someone else either.”
“Okay, I understand,” Patricia answered. “However, you say, mentally hurt someone else, what about your mental health?”
I had to say, for a sixteen-year-old, Patricia was relatively quick on the mind. She had caught my little slip of the tongue, because while I had said it, I had also recognized the fact that I would maybe endure some things that could be a mental strain on me.
I answered, in all honesty again, “I think I would probably do things that could mentally harm me a little. I’m sure I would stop myself when the mental pressure is too great, but some little mental discomfort, I probably will endure. Probably, even some physical discomfort.”
“Wow,” Patricia let out, and I noticed she was deep in thought about my answer. “That’s ... I don’t know what to say ... it makes me feel uncomfortable myself.”
“To tell you the truth, me too,” Brenda finally jumped into the conversation. I had noticed she had been listening in on us with much interest, but this was the first time she chimed in because it affected her as well, it seemed.
“How so?” I asked them.
“Well,” Brenda started to say. “It means I could maybe make you do something you don’t want to do and maybe even scar you mentally without even knowing it.”
“No, don’t look at it like that!” I quickly said. Afraid that Brenda would maybe hold back to spare me some trouble. “If I really can’t do something, I will tell you. But some discomfort isn’t bad. I think it will even excite me a little, because it’s something out of my comfort zone.”
Both Brenda and Patricia gave me a worried look.