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Told from Jaina’s point of view.

I strutted confidently through the dorm, without a stitch of clothing on. My bare feet slapping the floor softly as I thrust my chest and erect nipples forward proudly. So a normal Tuesday for me lately. I loved showing off my body. Loved the eyes on me. Loved using my body to control and play with others’ lust and desire. Loved pushing my submissives boundaries as they squirmed between humiliation and arousal. Loved watching them fight the competing desires of wanting to cover up or take back control of their bodies and sexuality, with the desire to let me push them to new heights of vulnerability and wantonness. Shedding first their control, then their clothes, then finally their inhibitions. Lost in these delicious thoughts as I approached my suite I was suddenly stopped by two girls that lived across the hall from us.

“Uh, hi Jaina. So, we’ve noticed lately that you and a few other girls around you have been running around the dorm nude. What’s going on?”

“You mean Edna? Or my two little submissive pets?” I smirked as my comment caused them to look surprised. I explained how my roommate and friend had submitted to me, allowing me to control their clothing, exposure, even their orgasms. Their eyes grew wider as I explained how the fire alarm incident the other day had led to the revelation that the campus allowed nudity in all but a few instances and even off campus, the state was top free. I further went on to explain how empowering it had been to embrace my own sexuality. How I was comfortable and in fact preferred to walk around completely bare. Instead of hiding my body and being ashamed, I could embrace it and be confident, even powerful. How my two pets had learned similar through submitting to me, relinquishing control had been liberating for them allowing them to embrace their own desires more easily.

The two girls blushed. “I’m not sure about all that submissive stuff, but we both kind of wish we were more confident with our bodies like y’all.”

“I could definitely teach you. It’s about gradual escalation. Like that old saying about a frog and boiling water. Why don’t you two come into my room and we can start the lessons.” I opened the door invitingly. They looked shyly at each other then meekly nodded to me, entering my room. Despite their claims otherwise my senses tingled as I had a hunch the two had a submissive streak in them that I could also teach them to embrace. Once they’re inside I shut the door and look at them purposefully. “Ok, lesson number one. In my room women aren’t allowed to wear clothing. Now strip.”

They look at each other and bite their lips shyly, but slowly shed their clothing standing before me covering their chest and crotch with their hands. I smiled at them. “Second lesson, no covering up.” I reach out to pull their hands away from their bodies, my eyes trailing up and down their bare forms causing them to kilis escort shake softly. Then with a firm nod I take them by the hand and walk confidently through the suite and out onto the balcony, then sun shining down upon their bare forms.

At first they follow me willingly but when they see me heading outside they drag their feet in shock, looking around in panic. They’d barely seen each other nude and now they were bare ass where anyone could see them. However I notice they grow more comfortable as they realize no one is looking at them. Leading them over to the railing, I instruct them to look down and observe all the people walking below, completely oblivious to the show they’re putting on. Finally I instruct them to sit down, facing out towards the dorm across the way. They remember not to cover up, keeping their hands at their sides, but keep their knees pressed tightly together. “The third lesson is confidence. Being confident is about inviting people to look, not hiding it away.. Now, spread those legs apart and show those cute little pussies of yours off. Look at those pretty nipples, perked and begging for attention. Be proud of your bodies. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

I can see their exposure and slow submission to all my orders is starting to have an effect on them. Their bodies start to quiver, toes curling and uncurling, as their pussies begin to glisten in arousal. The first one looks to her friend who seems to nod, then to me. “I’m so turned on right now. Can we touch ourselves? Please?”

I smirk, drinking in their surrender. But the lesson I’m showing but not telling them about yet is also taking effect. The more clouded their mind becomes with arousal the less they worry about things like inhibitions or modesty. Case in point sitting bare on a balcony asking to jill off for anyone to watch. “No time for that. It’s time for the next step anyways. Follow me.” I lead them back inside, ordering them to pick up and carry their clothes as they exit the room. I grab a dress by the door, slipping it over my head and on.

“Why can you put your clothes on but we can only carry ours? I’m not sure I’m ready to go out there like this.” They trembled slightly, some of the earlier confidence fleeing them as their arousal began to wane.

“I told you it’s about confidence. I already have that. We want people to focus on you to build your confidence. And two naked little vixens walking next to a fully clothed girl will draw a lot of attention and help you to do that.” The picture I paint seems to work as they squirm in obvious heat, rubbing their thighs together to try and get some friction down there. “Enough of that. Remember heads held high, tits out, no covering.”

As I open the door they follow me out submissively, holding their clothes in front of their stomachs so all their important parts are exposed in public for the first time. They stiffen kırklareli escort as several boys walk by, eyes roving their bodies then complimenting them. As we reach the door to their room I turn towards them. I tell them the next step is to remove access to their clothing and instruct them to lock their clothes inside before handing me the key. I smirk as they comply, then begin playing to their submissive sides. “Such good little girls, giving me control over your exposure. Now unless I let you, you have no way to cover up.” So lost in their desire they hadn’t picked up on that until now and looked at each other nervously. But when I led them down to the first floor they followed along without question, hands to their sides, chests thrust forward, maximizing their exposure.

By the time we stroll down the hallway, walk down the stairs, then walk towards the front door over a dozen people have seen them, many of them complimenting or stopping to ask for a picture, which they comply with when I nod at them. They’ve in obvious heat, the arousal warring with their embarrassment as they realize all those people now know, or even have pictures, of their completely exposed bodies. Pictures that could be shared anywhere without their permission or even knowledge. What should bring shame instead brings desire. They look pleadingly at me. “Please. Please can we go back to our room so we can touch ourselves? We need to cum so bad. Please ma’am?”

Smiling again, I shake my head. “For two girls that didn’t think they could do this you sure are turning into little sluts. Who knew parading your tight little bodies through the dorm would turn you on so much. But no, the arousal helps. Now, the next step.” With that I open the front door and lead them willingly outside the dorm. Moving over to the quad in front I pause and look at them. “Now look at you. You’re in public, not a stitch of clothing between you. Anyone can look at you or take a picture and post it all over the internet. Anyone that saw it would know you’re doing this willingly, standing outside your dorm bare assed and not covering at all. Worse, there are two locked doors between you and your clothes, and only I have the keys.” I hold them up, jingling them, as they moan and squirm from my words, obviously turned on beyond control.

“Please. Please let us back inside so we can touch ourselves. Or just let us touch ourselves right here. Please?”

“Soon little pets. But not yet.”

Just then two boys walk up and greet my young disciples, surprise on the boys faces at finding them nude outside. The four obviously know each other. At first my disciples are embarrassed to be caught like this, especially after just pleading to jill themselves off for anyone to watch. But slowly their confidence builds. They stand up straight, sticking their chests out to showcase their firm tits and hard nipples. Their karabük escort stances widen, legs pulling apart as their shaved slits appear and are offered for the boys viewing, glistening with arousal. They tilt their heads down slightly looking up at the boys shyly. The boys are obviously interested, their pants tenting out as their eyes trail over the two vixens hungrily. They lick their lips before asking me what’s going on.

“My two young disciples here wanted to learn to have more confidence in their bodies. To embrace their sexuality. So I’ve been teaching them, rather successfully you can see. Interestingly I’ve noticed in the process that they’re submissive. Very good ones in fact, following all my orders without question and relinquishing control willingly. Even ceding control over their orgasms without me even asking, begging me for permission to touch themselves. Makes a dominant like me excited. Unfortunately, I have my hands full with my own pets right now. But there’s obviously mutual interest between you four. How would you feel about taking them on boys? Two little submissive pets under your control?”

The two boys are doubtful at first. They’d flirted with the girls previously to no avail. So I look over at my two disciples sternly. “Well. Am I right and this is what you want? If so, you have to consent and show your new doms that you’re willing to give them control. So you have a choice. You can drop to your knees right here in front of the dorm, pull out their cocks, and service them to show your obedience. Or I can give you back your key and you can go back to your old life. What’s it going to be girls?”

Without a thought the two stalk forward and drop to their knees, quickly freeing the boy’s cocks. One hand gripping the base, they slide them into their mouths bobbing their heads in rhythm, moaning in pleasure as they do so. Multiple people walk in and out of the dorm, gaping at the show but they ignore them, focused only on the boy’s pleasure until they both empty down their throats, causing the girls to roll their eyes and moan even deeper in pleasure. Licking them clean the girls look up and beg for the boys to take control of them and finally let them cum as they fidget in obvious need.

The two boys look at each other then down at the girls before quickly agreeing as they tuck themselves back into their pants. I handed them the girl’s keys and watched them head inside to start their new relationship. I’m pretty good at this whole teaching thing. Especially when it’s teaching willing young women to embrace their inner sluts like me. The only problem was I was turned on too.

LIfting my dress over my head and dropping it to the ground I sat down with my back against a tree, spreading my legs obscenely facing the walkway in front of me. Eyes wide open as I watched several people walk by watching me, I slid my hands between my legs and quickly jilled myself off to a nice series of orgasms. Panting, I smiled and waved seductively to the one boy who’d stop to record me, standing to share my email with him so I could get a copy. Picking up my dress without putting it on, I slipped back into the dorm bare to find my real pets and see what mischief we can get up to next.

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