Naked or Nekkid?

© Lucy

"Naked?" She looked at him wide-eyed. It was one thing to be undressed at home, the only person present apart from herself being her Master. It was something completely different to be naked among a group of clothed people, some of which she had never met before. But then again, if naked was what he wanted, naked was what he would get. That was the way it was and how things worked between them. Most things, anyway.
For a moment the girl forgot that she was sitting on the toilet, lid down, her legs spread wide, holding her knees apart and pictured herself stark naked, moving through a crowd of people, knowing that she'd be embarrassed and aroused at the same time, knowing also that she'd have to remind herself constantly to keep the proper position.
A thought struck her. Maybe she should not just be naked, but nekkid. She giggled.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing, Master." Alice looked down between her spread legs but quickly averted her eyes again. She had learned to breathe while he was shaving her, but looking how the razor scraped through the foam, leaving a smooth trail on her skin, that was still more that she could take.
The razor stopped, halfway down her left labia. "Nothing?" His eyes met hers.
"I ... umm ... was just thinking that maybe I should be nekkid and not only naked."
"Aha." The sharp blade of the straight razor resumed its path along her pussy until it reached her perineum. Looking up at her and wiping the razor on a towel he asked, "and what's the difference between the two?"
"You..." she broke off and gasped as his finger rubbed her clit for a moment. "I thought you knew."
"Nope, I don't." Dave paused, giving her time to respond, knowing that she wouldn't be able to say a lot while the blade touched her most intimate parts.
"Naked is not wearing any clothes. Nekkid is not wearing any clothes and having naughty things on your mind."
"Aha. And you having naughty things on your mind when you're naked is new how exactly?" Another pause while the blade cut the dark stubble on the right labia.
"It's all new. You haven't seen me naughty. Yet. I mean, all you've seen so far is my good girl side." The grin on her face was completely wasted, because he was concentrating on a hard to reach part of her anatomy. No prisoners taken, no stubble left. Dave expected her to be perfectly smooth at all times, so doing less than a perfect job himself wasn't an option.
"Take care, sweetheart. You don't want to make me laugh now," he said and shaved off a last patch of stubble, used the towel to wipe the foam off her pussy and laid away the straight razor before pulling her forward and putting her feet on his shoulders. Her hands automatically gripped her asscheeks to spread them.
"Why don't you use the straight razor there?"
"Where?"
"Umm ... around my ass."
"First: Don't say 'there' when you're referring to your ass. You know how much I love it, so there is no need to be embarrassed. Second: Because a cut labia can be fixed with a band aid. Or a few stitches if it's really bad. A cut anus means a trip to the hospital. Maybe a peritonitis."
"Oh. That's ... not very reassuring."
"Yes it is. It means that I'm aware that shit can happen. Even if I do my best not to let it happen." He stopped, keeping two fingers on either side of her asshole, spreading the skin while he leaned forward to kiss her.
"I know." A loving smile followed him as he went back to shaving her. When he was finished and started to rub lotion on her body, she thought of what he had said earlier. "So, why naked, if I may ask?"
"Because I know how you love to hate it," he replied, two fingers sliding easily into her dripping sex. "Because I want you dripping wet all evening." There were other things she would have wanted to know, but when his lips closed around her clit and sucked on it while his fingers fucked her they were soon forgotten.
He took his time, savoring her, tongue dancing, lips sucking, teeth nibbling, while all the time his fingers stretched and teased her hole, feeling her relax and enjoy herself.

It hadn't always been like that. In the beginning she hadn't felt comfortable at all with him going down on her. "Master," she had once said, after dinner, her favorite moment to bring up topics she wanted to discuss, "it ... it feels kinda wrong if you go down on me. Kinda ... un-dominant."
He hadn't said a word, had just got up from the chair, walked around the table, pulled her up with a firm grip on her hair and forced her down on her back on the table after pushing the empty plates, cutlery, glasses to the side. The sarong had been untied and falling to the floor in a matter of seconds and two stinging slaps on her inner thighs had parted her legs.
Much later, as she had laid utterly spent on the table, body still twitching and glistening with perspiration, her ass resting in a puddle of her own juices he had stood up and looked down at her, his hand slowly caressing her legs, sending yet another shiver through her body as it glided upwards, skirting her sex, pausing on her belly, then detouring to scoop up some of her juice to feed to her eager lips.
"Now tell me, did it feel as if I wasn't in control?" She hadn't replied, not only because she was busy sucking his thumb, but just as much because there wasn't anything that had needed to be said.
Dave had smiled and watched her lips trying to hold on to his finger as he pulled it away. "Did you feel as if you weren't mine?"
Her eyes had told him everything, but he still wanted her to say it. And she had known that he wanted her to tell him. "No, Master. I was yours all the time." She had pushed herself up and wrapped her arms around him. "I am yours all the time."

This time, however, she didn't get to be utterly spent. Quite to the contrary, he left her hanging on the edge, her breath fast, her moans loud, pussy throbbing and aching for release. But instead of release Dave handed a bottle of body lotion. She put it on the ground, watching up at him, trying to force her wanton pussy from her mind, although not too successfully.
"You're not going in jeans, do you?"
"You know that I don't. Why?"
"I ... well ...," she paused to grin a wide grin that soon turned into a lewd smile, "I thought I could help you get ... undressed?" He didn't say anything. Without waiting for an answer she unbuckled the belt, her eyes never leaving his. The buttons on his fly were open in a matter of seconds, her hand already gliding beneath the boxers while the jeans were still falling down his long legs, glistening lips parted in anticipation, her pink tongue just about visible between them.
Those same lips closed around his cock a minute later and the tongue began to play with its head while she looked up at him all the time. He hesitated for a moment before he grabbed her by her hair, figuring that she had already spent some time to get it the way she wanted it to be. But then he decided that if all else failed and they were running out of time he'd just have her wear it in a pony tail and took her in a firm grip, knowing that this wouldn't fail to heighten her arousal. And he wanted her to be aroused, as aroused as possible.
He didn't let her go until his cock was limp again, then told her to get ready while stepping in the shower. Twenty minutes later he was almost fully dressed, clean shaven and ready to go while she was still applying makeup.
"Maybe you should wear makeup every day," he said, leaning against the doorframe and watching her in the mirror.
"Oh noes! Please! " She shot him a quick glance, part mock pleading, part genuine begging, then looked back at her reflection so she wouldn't apply the mascara on her eyelids. "What a waste of time." She thought for a moment. "I mean, it's not that I think I look better without, but ..."
"I'm not saying it's necessary. You're beautiful au naturel. But if you did it every day you'd be much faster now."
"You can't hurry beauty," Alice giggled. "Speaking of which, are we in a hurry?"
"Not yet." He fastened his cuff links and checked his watch. "But you still need to get into your outfit."
"I thought I was going to be naked? Nekkid, even?"
"Yes, you'll be naked, but that doesn't meant you don't get to wear something. And you can be nekkid as much as you want, but you better make sure not to forget your good girl-side." Their eyes met in the mirror.
"Yes Master. I won't," she said quietly, her voice earnest now since she knew that this wasn't the moment to joke and banter.
"I know."
"Coming to think of it, why did we go shopping if I don't get to wear all those nice, sexy things?" the girl asked, then pouted her lips to apply glossy dark red lipstick.
"Those are just for me. I'll enjoy watching you in them while ironing or cooking or whatever. And I'll enjoy tearing them off you even more."
"Aha. I see." She felt the tingling between her legs intensify as she put the lipstick away.
He imagined her in the transparent lace body they had bought earlier that day, the cute babydoll, all the other things he had spent a small fortune on. Oh yes, he'd definitely enjoy watching her in them.
A smile played around his lips as he remembered her blushing when he had slapped her ass at the counter in the shop when she had tried to argue about who was going to pay, the salesgirl looking at her with an amused expression.
"Babe. All you have to do is wear them for me. You're not allowed to pay." Giving her a look which let her know that if she didn't immediately put her purse away she'd get much more than just her ass slapped.

Dave stepped behind her as she finished. Being almost a head taller than his girl he had to bend down a bit to reach around her and bury two fingers in her dripping cunt. No words were spoken as he pulled her after him to the large open space that served both as dining and living room where he sat down on one of the chairs. For a moment he relished her scent, the mixture of Opium, soap and her natural scent laced with the fragrance of her arousal.
Alice stood and watched motionless as he locked a collar around her neck and put the nipple clamps on her breasts, feeling her nipples react immediately. Then he clasped the thin chains to the collar. Finally he locked the steel chain around her waist, a patch of goosebumps erupting on the small of her back as the cold metal touched her, adjusting it until the teardrop-shaped pendant rested exactly on her clit.
She realized that she wouldn't be just naked or nekkid this night. What he had done was to make sure that her breasts, her pussy, her whole nakedness would get a lot of attention. Her Master was advertising both her sex and, with the steel collar, her submissiveness. The thought made her pussy tingle.
"I love the way your body reacts." He looked up at her, smiling, his eyes full of love and a hint of mischief. "And I love the way you blush even more," he added when he saw her reaction upon realizing that her cunt had just gotten dripping wet, both by the soft touching of the pendant on her clit and by her realization how naked she'd actually be. "But most of all, I love you," he said after he stood up again to kiss her. Another slap on her ass, hard enough to make her jump and leave an imprint. "Now get your shoes."
He watched her, already holding out her coat when she came strutting on the high heels, ass swaying, pussy still glistening. Yeah, he really loved how hot she got from mere anticipation. And he knew she'd make him proud tonight.

Once in the car and on the road he turned on the heating. After all, she was wearing only a thin coat and although it was unusually warm for this time of year it still wasn't warm enough to go about almost naked.
When he looked at her while waiting at a red light Alice stared out of the window, lost in thoughts, the smile on her face replaced by sorrow.
"Worried again?" There was no hint of Master in his voice after all the bantering in the bathroom.
She thought for a sec, knowing that he wasn't asking about her feelings about being naked at a party. "No. Not worried. Anxious. Scared shitless right now." She looked at him, on the verge of breaking into tears. "I don't think it will get any better for a couple of weeks."
"Yes. I know. I wished I could do something about it." He put his hand on her leg, letting it rest on the naked skin above her knee, warm and reassuring. And sending a wave of warm pleasure directly between her legs, too, although for once that wasn't his intention. She laid her hand on his.
"Yes, you can. Tell me that everything will be alright, please."
That was of course utter nonsense and they both knew it. It would either be alright, or it wouldn't. But there wasn't a thing either of them could do about it. He still said it. "Everything will be alright, my love. I know it."
She fought back the tears as she thought about last weekend. Then she shook hear head and forced herself back to the present and forced a smile.
"Sooo, tell me, what we gonna do tonight?" The tone of her voice had changed again, much lighter, with that cheeky undertone that was an almost sure predictor of her getting herself in trouble.
She was quite surprised when he actually answered. Usually he liked to keep her in the dark on occasions like this. But this time he told her. A bit, at least. Enough to get her even more curious. And just enough to keep her mind busy.
"I don't know yet what I'm going to do. But I do know that you'll make me proud. And I hope that you'll enjoy yourself and be happy." He squeezed her leg before he had to let go of it to shift gears, sending yet another heatwave up her thigh to her pussy where it joined forces with the previous one and revived the pleasant tingling.
"Huh? That sounds like something special."
"Yup."
"Care to tell me?" She knew he wouldn't tell her or he'd have told her by now. But that of course didn't stop her from asking.
"Babe." He didn't even have to look at her to know that she was about to roll her eyes. "Roll your eyes as much as you want. It's your ass that's going to pay."
"Hey! I didn't. Well, OK, a little bit." She giggled. "So you don't know what you'll do but you know what I'll do?"
"No. I don't know what you will do. But I know that whatever it is you will make me proud. And I'm sure that you'll love every second."
That was enigmatic enough to keep her mind busy until they arrived at their destination.

Night had settled by then and a thin crescent moon hung low above the horizon as they walked to the house where the party was being held. She knew the house, had fond memories of it and especially of the owners, a friendly couple who had invited them for their first party ever. Not just any party of course, but a play party. For a moment she thought about how insecure she had been, how afraid of doing something wrong, stepping on someone's toes, despite Corinas, the host, insistence that there would be not much etiquette to follow.
"Just be your usual self and you'll be perfectly fine," she had said. "And enjoy."
And Alice had thoroughly enjoyed it, at least after a while when she had learned that the people where indeed all very nice and welcoming.

And now they were here, greeted and welcomed in by Corina, which apparently wasn't in sub-mode for a change.
"Hmm, you look yummy," she said when Alice had taken off her coat.
"Thank you, Corina," Alice replied blushing. "You look great too. Different, though." She admired the thigh high boots for a moment, thinking that she should be glad if she too managed to keep in such good shape at Corina's age and after having had two kids.
"You've never seen me as mistress before?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Well, then it was high time," Corina smiled and explained that her husband had had to go abroad on short notice. "When the cat's away, the mice do play. And I get to be the Domme."
Then she led them downstairs where all the other guests were already busy talking and eating snacks. They greeted everyone, Alice forcing herself to keep her position and stand upright as she was supposed to, her blushing caused as much by her nakedness and the eyes on her body as it was because of the compliments she - or rather her Master - received.
The next couple of hours were relaxing. She knew her Master wouldn't play with her the moment he got himself a cold beer and wondered what exactly would follow, but was smart enough not to ask anymore.
They watched a few people play, talked and enjoyed themselves, everybody having a good time and Alice wondered more and more. She wouldn't mind to play, spend some time on one of the contraptions, get home with a sore butt or whatever body part her Master decided to dedicate his time upon, but it was OK the way it was.
However, hadn't her Master said she was going to, well, do things? And make him proud? And be happy? Not that she wasn't happy, but she certainly wasn't doing anything, except be naked and kneel at his side. Anyway, for the time being she was content with kneeling at his side, feeling his hand in her hair as they talked to a couple they had met once before.
She waited for a break in the conversation before she asked him. "Master, may I be excused to use the bathroom?"
"Yes, sure."
Alice went upstairs, peed, washed her hands and bumped into Corina when she left the bathroom again. The two women were about the same height, but Alice still felt as if she had to look up. Which probably had to do with her own nakedness as well as the fact that Corina was acting as host and Domme, unlike the other times they had met.
"Come with me for a moment, you could help me with the snacks and beverages." Corina took her by the hand and led her to the kitchen. Turning towards Alice she looked in her eyes.
"Alice, I'd love to see you try again."
"Try again? What? You mean..."
"Yes. Playing with yourself."
"I don't ... I mean, you have to..."
"Yes, I know that I have to ask your Master. But I don't want to ask him if you're not ready. I'd really love to see you doing it. Very much so."
"I ..." Alice blushed deeply. "I ... well, I'm ... err ... yes, I think I could at least give it a try."
"Thattagirl," Corina smiled. They picked up the fresh snacks and drinks and they went down again. And five minutes later, after a short conversation between Corina and Dave and a slight nod of Alice to indicate that she was ok, that she would like to give it another try, Alice was sitting in a comfortable chair, one leg over the armrest, fully exposed, facing the room and the people who weren't just people but friends, her eyes mostly fixed on Dave but wandering to Corina from time to time.
This time it would work. She was sure of that. This time she was relaxed, at ease with everything and comfortable enough in her exposed nakedness to cum.

Then she sat on Dave's lap, kissing him, the scent of her arousal strong in their noses, proud of herself, proud of making him proud. She almost didn't notice that the other guests were about to leave until her Master pushed her on her feet.
When everybody had left she once again began to wonder what this was all about. OK, she had done something, she had even enjoyed it, was really happy now, but when Corina had asked her in the kitchen it hadn't seemed as if it had been planned. And she knew that her Master had something planned. She didn't have to wait much longer after they all had sat down again. Well, Dave and Corina sat, Alice knelt.
"Alice. You remember that time I granted you a wish? Any wish?"
"Yes, Master, of course I do." Yeah, of course she did. She had long thought about it and finally she had made up her mind and told him what she wanted. She had got his approval, had started to plan and ask around for someone who could help her make that wish come true, but things had come up and it had never quite worked.
"Maybe, just maybe, if you ask Corina nicely enough she'd be willing to let you stay here for the night."
Alice felt her heart skip a beat. Or maybe it was two, or three. There were a hundred questions and thoughts running rampant in her head at the same time. Stay as Corina's sub? As her lover? Were there any restrictions? Anything she was supposed to do or not to do? Or was everything planned and discussed between the two? The only question she didn't ask herself, didn't need to ask for the answer was obvious, was whether she wanted to be with Corina for a night.
She looked from her Master to Corina and back, both waiting patiently, both smiling. Only then did she notice the crop in Corina's hand, lightly tapping her booted calve. That pretty much answered the question about whether she'd stay as her sub, didn't it?
At last she went down on hands and knees and crawled to Corina to beg her permission to be her girl for the night, but not before she had thanked her Master with tears in her eyes.
Alice only looked up when Corina lifted her head with the crop under her chin. "Yes. You may stay here with me, Alice. And now I think you should thank your Master properly and say good night to him."

And that was exactly what Alice did next.