Chapter 1: Introduction
My living situation is… unusual, to say the least. Sharing an apartment in downtown Chicago with an exhibitionist nudist isn’t exactly the ideal scenario. But I didn’t have much of a choice, not when I was fresh out of college and struggling to find a job to pay my rent. The day I moved into the apartment, I met Liz, and she radiated warmth like the summer sun. She was confident, independent, with a smile that could melt any tension.
And she was naked.
Completely, utterly naked. I couldn’t help but stare, my eyes locked onto her form as she moved around the apartment. I had never encountered a nudist before, let alone lived with one. I didn’t know where to look or what to say, so I just stood there, frozen in place, as Liz welcomed me to our new home.
But as I spent more time with Liz, I realized that she wasn’t just a nudist. She was a dominant personality, always in control, always making sure things went her way.
From learning to navigate around her lack of clothing to negotiating meal plans, every day was a new adventure. And amid the chaos, I found myself drawn to her. To her confidence, her independence, and her fearless attitude. I couldn’t deny the undeniable pull I felt towards her, an underlying longing that stirred within me.
One evening, as I was coming back from work, I discovered Liz in the living room, sitting cross-legged on thefloor, her eyes closed and a soft smile on her face.
She was breathing deeply, her bare chest rising and falling in rhythm. I watched her for a moment, admiring the way the setting sun illuminated her skin, casting shadows on her toned muscles.
“Sara, what do you think about yoga?” she said, startling me. I stuttered in response, unsure of what to say. I had never done yoga, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to practice it naked.
But before I could make any excuses, Liz had already handed me a yoga mat and folded a pair of leggings. “We’re doing this together,” she said, her eyes twinkling with excitement. I couldn’t help but feel a little thrill at the prospect of trying something new with her.
As we began our yoga practice, Liz guided me through each pose, correcting my form and encouraging me to push myself. With each breath, I felt my muscles relax, my body loosening up and surrendering to the music of my own heartbeat.
Liz’s presence was a comfort, and her guidance gave me a sense of safety. We moved in sync, like two dancers, our breaths mingling and filling the space around us.
As we twisted and turned our bodies, I found myself wondering about Liz’s lifestyle. I had never met anyone like her, someone who was so unapologetically true to themselves. I admired her boldness, her courage, and her strength. And I couldn’t help but feel a spark of interest in her dominant personality.
Sure, she was controlling and sometimes overbearing, but she was also confident and assertive. I had never experienced such a strong personality before, and I found myself drawn to her, like a moth to a flame.
One evening, as we were settling in for the night, Liz turned to me and said, “Sara, I want to share something personal with you. It’s part of who I am, and I think it’s important that you know.”
She hesitated for a moment, as if deciding whether or not to continue.
I sat up, my eyes locked onto hers, waiting for her to speak.
I had a feeling that whatever she was about to tell me was important, and I wanted to make sure I listened.
“ Sara, I’m a dominant and I enjoy exploring power dynamics in my relationships,” Liz said, her voice steady and calm. She looked at me, her green eyes meeting my own, her gaze direct and focused.
I swallowed hard, feeling my heart race in my chest. I had never been involved in a dominance and submission relationship before, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. But I also couldn’t deny the pull I felt towards her, her confidence and assertiveness inspiring me.
“Wh…what… what does that…” I said, stumbling over my words.
I felt a surge of confusion, my mind racing with questions.
“What that mean is… a submissive little bitch like you needs a strong, dominant woman to guide her and protect her,” Liz said, as she reached out and traced her finger along my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps.
She said it with such confidence, such conviction, that I couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement. I had never thought of myself as a submissive before, but suddenly, the idea of surrendering to someone else’s desires, surrendering to Liz’s desires, sent a thrill through me.
I looked at Liz, her short blonde hair glistening under the dim light, a smirk playing on her lips. I imagined myself in her hands, her authority and confidence giving me direction during moments of confusion.
“Please don’t… don’t call… me that ,” I stammered, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. I couldn’t believe how aroused I was by her words, how the sound of her voice sent shivers down my spine.
Liz chuckled softly, her smile growing wider as she leaned closer to me. “Well, Sara, now that you know my secret, I think it’s time for you to give me a taste of yours. What do you want, Sara? How do you want me to dominate you? How do you want me to make you my… bitch”
My throat was dry, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings.
I had never heard words like that directed at me before. I always thought I was a vanilla, plain white bread kind of girl. But with Liz, everything was different. I felt seen, understood, and challenged in ways I never thought possible.
I parted my lips, but no words came out. I didn’t know what to say, how to respond. Liz’s gaze was intense, and I could feel her breath on my face. She was waiting for my answer, expecting me to make a decision.
“Answer me, Sara” she whispered, her voice husky and demanding.
I swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. I had never been in a situation like this before, never been spoken to with such command and authority. But there was something about Liz, something about the way she made me feel, that made me want to submit to her but deep down I couldn’t admit that to her. I didn’t want to feel vulnerable. I didn’t want to expose my deepest desires.
And yet, there I was, sitting next to my naked, dominant roommate, feeling more aroused than I had ever felt before.
“I don’t know, Liz,” I said, my voice a whisper.
“Lair! Even a dumb stupid cunt like you who can’t even decide what she wants during sex knows that,” Liz snapped, a smirk playing on her lips as she spoke.
I recoiled, surprised at Liz’s sudden hostility. I couldn’t believe she had just called me a cunt. In that moment, I wasn’t sure how to react. I felt hurt, my feelings raw and exposed, my heart aching in my chest.
But even as I registered her words, a strange sensation began to build within me.
I felt a flicker of arousal start to spread through my body, a tingling warmth that I couldn't quite explain. I felt a strange desire to please her, to do whatever she asked of me, even if it made me uncomfortable.
And that realization sent a shiver down my spine. It was like I had just unlocked some deep and twisted part of myself, something I never knew existed.
Liz must have seen the change in my expression, because her smirk grew wider. “Good, I’m glad you’re starting to understand,” she said, her voice low and seductive.
And just like that, the tension between us had shifted. It was like a switch had been flipped, and now, instead of feeling hurt and vulnerable, I felt invigorated and turned on.
“Tell me, how many men has a dirty whore like you been with?
Don’t bother lying, I can tell when you’re keeping secrets,” Liz’s voice, now cool and detached, cut through the silence that had filled the room as I sat in stunned silence.
My heart raced, hurt and anger building inside me. I had never been spoken to like that before. A wave of embarrassment washed over me, but as it did, so too did the realization that I was starting to appreciate the dominance Liz displayed.
“ Five men,” I said quietlly, avoiding eye contact with Liz as I squirmed in my seat. I could feel my ears burning with shame at my admission, but the odd part was, I didn't know why I felt ashamed.
“Five men is nothing,” Liz said, sounding dismissive. “It's not like I can count the number of men I've been with on one hand.”
I bit my lip, determination burning in my chest as I started to take control of the conversation.
“How many women have you been with?” Liz challenged, her eyes narrowing as she leaned closer to me.
I swallowed hard, feeling my throat go dry. “Two women,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
Liz nodded, a slow smile spreading across her face. “That’s better,” she said approvingly. “You’re learning.”
My heart pounded in my chest as I took in her words. I couldn’t believe I was having this conversation with Liz, my roommate, but there was something electric in the air between us.
“Being my bitch means you will be sucking and eating out a lot of cocks and cunts , got it?” she asked, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and challenge.
I couldn’t help but feel a beguiling flutter of arousal at the prospect of pleasing her, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of discomfort and unease that was growing in me. I didn’t know if I was ready to give myself over completely to her, to submit in the way she wanted me to, but the more she challenged me, the more I found myself wanting to push my own boundaries.
“What’s the name of that loser that comes around here giving you the puppy dog eyes? Ben? Maybe next time he comes over I’ll have you suck his cock like a good little dirty whore ,” Liz said with a wink.
My heart skipped a beat at the thought of Ben, my friend, being involved in any aspect of my sex life with Liz. I wouldn’t have imagined myself doing something like that, being so open and vulnerable. But as I looked into Liz’s eyes, I couldn’t help but feel drawn to the idea of exploring this side of my sexuality. I felt my cheeks flush at the thought of being on my knees before Ben, while Liz looked on with approval.
I knew I shouldn't be turned on by this idea, but I couldn't deny the growing ache between my legs. It wasn't just the thought of pleasuring someone else that excited me; it was the idea of surrendering to Liz's will, giving myself over to her completely.
”B…Ben’s my… my… friend…” I stammered, feeling my face heat up.
Liz just chuckled. “That’s sweet. I’ll have to keep that in mind,” she said with a wink.
The tension between us crackled with electricity, and my pulse raced as my mind filled with dirty thoughts, images of serving Liz in any way she demanded.
“I think it’s time you join me in my nudist lifestyle, I want to see what your slutty body looks like, now!
Get naked!” Liz demanded, her voice firm and commanding.
I hesitated, unsure if I wanted to reveal myself to her that way. I had never even been naked in front of my own family before, let alone a virtual stranger. But Liz’s gaze was intense, and she wasn’t taking no for an answer.
Slowly, I began to remove my clothes, my heart pounding in my chest as I slipped off my shirt and pants. I wore nothing underneath, and suddenly I felt exposed and vulnerable.
Liz continued to gaze at me with an intensity that made me feel like she saw right through me. I couldn’t help but wonder if she liked what she saw.
She stood up, and I could feel my heart beating faster than ever before. She approached me, and my whole body tensed up. She was now so close that I could feel the heat radiating off her.
She suddenly slapped my tit and began pulling on my nipples hard.
I yelped in pain and surprise.
"Oh, these are perfect" she whispered, tracing them lightly with her fingers, then twisting them experimentally before settling on a more gentle touch.
I closed my eyes, trying to focus on something other than the strange mixture of pleasure and pain that was now coursing through my body.
Her touch was soft and reassuring, and I couldn't help but feel a little more at ease.
"I'm going to kiss you now, Sara," she murmured, leaning in close.
I nodded, unable to find my voice.
Her words sent a spark of fear through me, but it was quickly doused by the flames of my arousal.
Liz leaned in, and I could feel her breath on my lips. My heart raced, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to kiss her. She was confident, dominant, and unafraid to be herself. I admired her for that, and I couldn't help but feel drawn to her.
As she pressed her lips to mine, I felt a shiver run down my spine.
Her kiss was soft, but insistent, demanding a response from me. I found myself melting into her, my body betraying me as I deepened the kiss. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings. I never thought I would be kissing my naked roommate like this, but the more she kissed me, the more I found myself wanting more.
She pulled away, a satisfied smile on her face. “Good girl,” she said approvingly, before tracing her fingers lightly down my stomach and between my legs.
I gasped as her fingers brushed against my wetness, and her eyes widened in surprise.
“You really are a slutty little thing, aren’t you?” she questioned, but I couldn’t hear any judgment in her voice; instead, I felt a twinge of pride. I had never felt this aroused or empowered before, and I felt a growing sense of liberation as I opened up to Liz.
“Tell me a dirty secret you have never told anyone before?” Liz asked with a sly grin.
I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. My mind raced with possibilities, but my inexperience in these matters left me feeling a little overwhelmed. Yet, there was something about Liz that made me want to open up, to confess the things I never dared to admit before.
“I’ve never had an orgasm before,” I whispered, almost imperceptibly. The words fell from my lips like a brick, heavy and awkward.
Liz raised her eyebrows appraisingly, as if considering whether she should believe me or not.
And then, with a flourish she leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "Well then, we will have to fix that, won't we?" She pulled away, flashing a wicked grin and my heart raced.
Her fingers traveled back between my legs, and I gasped as she began rubbing gentle circles around my clit.
My mind whirled, unsure of how to process the whirlwind of emotions building inside me. My cheeks burned with the mix of shame and pleasure, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
"Liz...oh fuck...ah...don't stop," I begged, biting my lower lip. My body tensed up as Liz's fingers moved with more confidence, and I felt my orgasm building up.
“Tell me you’re going to be my bitch! Tell me your going to be a good little whore for me! Tell me that no matter who comes over, whether it’s Ben, a friend, your mom, sister or dad your going to be my naked little slut no matter what !” Liz’s words echoed through my mind, a mixture of pleasure and shame coursing through my veins.
“Ye-yes, Liz, I’ll be your naked little slut no matter what,” I moaned, unable to control the quivering of my lips as I spoke the words. It was like a dam breaking inside me, releasing a tide of pent-up emotions that I didn’t even know were there.
Liz’s fingers moved in perfect rhythm with my hips as I writhed on the floor, my inhibitions falling away one by one.
I could feel myself on the brink of something incredible, a feeling that I had never experienced before.
“Louder,” Liz demanded, and I obliged without hesitation. “Yes, yes, Liz! I’m your bitch. Your naked little slut!”
Her grin grew wider as she teased me with her fingers, bringing me ever closer to the edge. I was in a daze, my mind swirling with the intensity of the sensations that were coursing through my veins.