Be a Nudist

"I want you to become a nudist until I tell you that you can wear clothing again." Zoe was sobbing so hard she couldn't speak. Be a nudist? Wasn't it punishment enough that she was butt naked in front of her brothers? That she had just sucked Jon off? "Oh," said Jon. "I *suppose* that I'll let you keep wearing shoes, but nothing else. And if anyone asks you why you're naked, I want you to tell them that you chose to be a nudist by your own free will and that you love being naked." Zoe had curled up into a ball at his feet. It was all too much. She didn't think she could take any more. She still didn't know *why* she had to do what Jon said, but she knew that she *had* to do it, no matter how humiliating it was. "Please, Jon," she begged. "Don't do this to me. I'm so sorry for whatever I did to you to make you do this to me." "You're going to do this, Zoe," said Jon, relishing the feeling of absolute power he had. "And you're going to do anything else I tell you to, isn't that right?" And Zoe knew that it was.