Ch. 89: The Eroticism of Strength

Night had fallen, and Lara lit a couple of candles sitting on a wicker picnic basket she had pulled out of the trash, and used the light to finish reading yet another paperback novel.

The leaves of the trees seemed to rustle quite loudly this evening. The wind blew heavier than normal, and the temperature had dropped considerably. The windows in the cinder block house she lived in were completely covered over with ferns and ivy. To look outside, Lara had to peek out of the entrance.  But it wouldn't do any good with the pitch black darkness in the deep woods.

Lara remained resting on her bedding of clothes, pulling a blanket over her. She tried to sink back into her book, but was concerned at how loud the winds were.

There was no door on the house; it had been long removed from its casing. But the dead branches of the tree that engulfed the house, and the thickness of the fern and ivy that grew through it, kept the winds from penetrating. Besides, there weren't any other openings in the house to allow for a flow of wind.

Minutes later, Lara heard some strange tapping on the corrugated roof above her. It was the sound of rain.

The tree canopy was generally thick enough to prevent rain from falling straight through. Instead, they ran off the leaves and collected into larger drops. Many of them ran down the side of tree trunks, but there were still plenty of others that struck the tin roof producing a clanging sound.

Lara was concerned at how well the roof could keep her dry.

She put the book down, and pulled another blanket over her.

The way the leaves rustled, they way they changed their noise, suggested changes in the direction of wind.

Off in the distance, she heard the sound of a tree branch breaking off. It troubled her to think that perhaps the wind could easily break off branches of the dead tree that concealed her home.

The rain seemingly increased. Yet, the thick growth of fern and ivy over the dead tree did pretty well to provide an extra layer of protection over the rusted corrugated roof. Lara seemed satisfied that water would not enter.

She reached down to her clitoris and began rubbing gently. There was something sexual in the way she could lie protected from such a strong storm in such an old, abandoned shack, completely dependent on the strength of its walls, roof, and thick growth of flora. She felt that sense of fragile vulnerability under the trust of something stronger to protect her. It managed to heighten her eroticism.

"I want you take off all your clothes!" Teresa demanded.

"Yes, Master." Lara answered quietly, wasting no time in removing her shorts and spaghetti string top.

"Your shoes too!"

Lara and Teresa were in the dressing room of a department store. Teresa had picked out a few items for herself to try on.  There weren't any clothes for Lara to try on, however.  Teresa enjoyed making Lara undress on command, just for the fun of making her undress, and entertained herself by finding new places, ever more compromising and precarious venues to try out.

The game started when the two were 12 years old, weeks after they had returned from Lara's first trip to the nudist camp.  They would soon enter their first year of middle school, and the experience of outdoor nudity left a profound impression on Lara.

She decided to continue her nudity at home.  Her older brother immediately protested, appealing to their mother.  But her mother always said that people should do what they feel, and Lara said that this is how she felt.  Nudity made her feel closer to herself.  She could get a better grasp of her emotions by shedding all of her coverings.  It made her feel free, open, and unhindered.

When she told this to Teresa, she hoped Teresa would praise her for it.  But Teresa was already a nudist at home too, and it didn't really mean much to her.  Lara had hoped for a little encouragement.

"Why just at home?" Teresa asked.  "Why not everywhere?"

"Because you can't go naked everywhere" Lara answered.

"I don't know.  I bet there are places you could get away with."

Teresa would eventually go on to challenge Lara to strip nude in a variety of places.  At first, Lara was very apprehensive, but under Teresa's demands and promises to protect her, she relented and complied.  It made Teresa feel powerful to make someone strip on demand, and it stimulated her intellect to find the most creative places to do so.

One afternoon, they sat in a booth at a fast food restaurant at a time when there were very few other customers, and Teresa surprised her with a command to strip while seated.

"And when you get all your clothes off, you have to hand them to me, and I'll decide when you can put them back on."

Lara was very apprehensive, pausing to look around first.

"Don't look around!  Just do it!" Teresa commanded.

"I don't know." Lara whined, feeling quite frightened.

"You have to trust me, do it!"

Lara removed her top and her shorts, handed them to Teresa under the table, and sat in the booth naked.  Teresa got out of the booth and sat next to her, shielding her from view from the other customers.

"See?  No one can see you now."

Teresa, standing 5'8" at the age of 13, dwarfed a much smaller Lara who stood at 4'10".  Teresa was more athletic and more well endowed, large enough to make a skinny Lara disappear from view at the right angle.

From that point on, Lara had become numb to Teresa's strip commands.  She didn't seem to give it anymore thought about how daring or how dangerous it might be to strip nude when Teresa demanded.  She simply complied and trusted that Teresa knew what she was doing.

It made Lara feel incredibly dependent on Teresa, and that in turn stirred up a heightened sense of eroticism that never left her.