Saturday's Housewarming Party

On Saturday, Carla invited a four of her friends to come over and see our new place. Carla wanted me to serve the guests.

I spent the day before preparing by getting food and drink, and trying to make everything look as inviting as possible for a one-bedroom apartment.

At the party, Carla had me wear a thin chrome choker around my neck, along with a belly chain, but aside from that nothing else. She wanted my hair pulled back into a tight bun.

She gave me instructions to follow the orders of our guests, and that this would be permanent from now on for any guest. She also wanted me to return to her side when there was nothing else to do, and be prepared for further orders.

When guests arrived, among them was Debbie, Carla's best friend. Debbie brought Sarah. There was also Amy who also brought a friend, and the other guests were Val and Trish who each came alone.

I was hoping to spend some time with Sarah, but Carla kept me pretty busy refilling glasses of wine and bringing out appetizers. She also had me model various items of clothes that she made.

Later on in the evening, Amy and her friend, as well as Val, had left and only Debbie and Sarah remained. Those two sat on the couch with Carla and chatted away, while I cleaned things up. Afterwards, I returned to Carla and sat on my knees next to her. She untied the bun and let my hair fall out, then praised me for what a great job I did.

That whole evening I was getting horny, with everyone looking at my ass, talking about my ass, touching my ass, and me obeying their orders. All throughout the party, Carla was ever more assertive with me, which only made me feel more submissive.

"Yes Lara, you did a wonderful job!" Debbie added. "And you look so beautiful!"

It was like she was talking to a child.

But I thanked her.

After Debbie and Sarah left, Carla rewarded me with the thrusting I was needing which made it all worthwhile.

Finally Back Online

It's been nearly a week living with Carla in the new apartment unit.

It took awhile, but just this afternoon a guy from Verizon came over to hook up Internet access for me. He was just a young guy, probably in his early 20s, and quite red-faced to see me nude.

Earlier in the week I was going to a coffee shop just a block away to work. Carla had me wear a tight-fitting zipper-front hoodie, black in color, with no shirt underneath, and she pulled the zipper down just enough such that it was evident I was wearing no bra. I'm not large enough to show any cleavage anyways. I also wore a pair of tight-fitting leggings Carla made from this semi-sheer black material.

Carla also wants me to wear this leather collar around my neck anytime I leave the apartment alone. It's just a plain piece of black leather, but has a few D-rings where a leash can attach to. It's her way of saying that I'm taken.

Putting My House Up For Sale

Yesterday I contacted a Realtor who specializes in my area, and this afternoon she visited and I showed her my property.

When I spoke to her yesterday, I told her on the phone that I'm a nudist, and she should expect to see me nude. Funny, she said "Oh, you're the naked woman. I've heard about you!"

She mentioned it was strange a nudist would seek to live in the city, but I answered that I was seeking a change in my life. She was curious if I was going to stop being a nudist. When I said "Oh, I'll be nude there too", she answered back with "What, is it some new line of work?" I answered, "Sort of".

She's going to list property right away, and meanwhile I have some housecleaning to do.

Last Tuesday I drove to Carla's, and we signed the lease on the bigger apartment unit. I gave her some money and she's going to rent a van to help me move some stuff out of this house. Fortunately, I'm not taking much, mostly my office furniture. Of course, I won't be keeping a wardrobe anymore!

The Realtor was generously agreed to make arrangements for Salvation Army to come pick up some extra stuff that doesn't need to stay with the house.

It looks like perhaps tomorrow night will be my last night in this house :(

Becoming a Full Time Slave

It seems I've made a major decision in my life.

I'm going to move out of my house, and move in with Carla.

She and I talked about it at length this last weekend, and I feel convinced this is what I want. I'll be looking to sell this property, which I'll miss very much. Meanwhile, Carla will be getting a lease on larger unit in the same apartment building. It's a one-bedroom unit, but it has a large living room where I can set up a desk to do my work, and Carla will also have plenty of room to set up her sewing table.

When I agreed to move in with her, Carla was very excited.

We talked about our relationship at this point forward. She held both of my hands and told me how much she's grown to love me over the past couple years we've been together. I couldn't hold myself back and began crying. I was a real basket case! But it made me so happy to hear that.

It's going to be a quite a contrast living in a small apartment in the city, as Carla's lover and slave. I won't have the freedom of the outdoors like I do here.

But I've become addicted to being a slave. It's actually a very simple, stress-free way of life. She gives me instructions, which I follow, and I'm always rewarded. But I know that I would not have made this decision if I hadn't felt comfortable that Carla and I would be happy together for the next several years.

Most of us live our lives having to maintain some sense of pride and reputation. As a slave, happiness comes from making my master happy. Pride comes from how well I follow instructions, and is evidenced by the rewards Carla gives me. Even in public, I completely block out what other people think, say, or do, and focus solely on her. With Carla as my master, I know she will protect me.

As ironic as it sounds, there's a sense of freedom and liberation in being her slave.

Getting a Clean Shave

During the three weeks I stayed with Carla over the holidays, we spent the New Year's Eve with her friend Debbie. Debbie already knew about my nudity and welcomed Carla to bring me.

Debbie lives about 20 minutes away in a more upper class area of town, and has an impressive, luxurious home. Sarah is Debbie's young friend, and lives with Debbie.

I didn't get Sarah's age, but she looks quite young, and very beautiful.

As Carla and Debbie sat on the sofa catching up on the latest news, Debbie suggested that Sarah get me a glass of wine and show me around the house. Carla obliged by removing the leash from my collar.

After pouring us each glasses of wine, Sarah showed me the home. It's clear Debbie earns a lot of money to enjoy such a huge home, well appointed, and well maintained. Sarah showed me her favorite room, the "sun room", with large windows and several indoor plants, and bistro table with a couple of chairs.

We sat and chatted for awhile.

Eventually I got to explaining to her that Carla wants me clean shaven and perfectly smooth, and that it was difficult getting every strand of hair. I mentioned that I could feel a piece of stubble poking the crease in my thigh.

Sarah said she used to have the same issue, but now Debbie has taken up the task of shaving her. She surprised me when she asked I would like her to shave me.

She took me to their bathroom and brought out a razor and a tube of shaving gel. She had me lay down on my back, and pull my legs up. Then she lifted them up and over me ! I could help giggling!

"You actually did a pretty good job she said" as she looked down at my pussy and my butthole. I told her that I've actually plucked most of them out, and that by now most of what I get are just fine baby hairs growing back, which are pretty easy and painless to pluck back out. But there are some hairs I can't see, and thus I can't pluck. So I end up shaving those.

I pointed out the part where I could feel a piece of stubble grazing my thigh. She literally pulled the labia taut with one hand, and then rubbed it with a finger from her other, and then said "I think I found it".

She said she could see some fine hairs that I didn't get and applied some gel, and then shaved it off.

She finished up by rubbing some moisturizing oil around and inside my pussy as well as my asshole, until it soaked in. She had me completely worked up and hot as hell. But that was all she did.

The Fishnet Sarong

More about my three weeks with Carla over the holidays...

The weather has gotten chilly in San Diego, even in the afternoon it's brisk. I wasn't looking forward to spending any time outdoors with barely any clothing on, or none at all.

But Carla wanted me to wear a new outfit she made. She made a short little sarong out of fishnet material, and used the same material for a top. She didn't have me wear any panties nor bra. The top was comparable to a vest, but with long sleeves. The material was brown, made of cotton, and the fishnet was large enough that it doesn't cover up anything.

I think the brown color blended in with my tan enough that it almost looks like I'm not wearing anything if you were to see me from a distance. But up close, it also seems to cover up even more, perhaps because there's little contrast between the material and my skin color.

She wanted to take me outside. She put a black leather collar on my neck with a leash, and left me barefoot. We walked down a few streets to this fairly busy avenue, then we walked for several blocks and made a loop until we got back to her apartment.

I was chilly, and I was glad to get back inside.

That was the only time she dressed me up and took me outdoors the whole time.

Christmas in the Nude

This last weekend I was so happy to be with Carla again. I hadn't seen her all week due to a large load of writing and editing assignments I was given.

Thinking about her all week only made my work more difficult. Worse, she doesn't own a cell phone, not even a landline phone. She lives very simply, with few possessions, something that I'm quite envious of.

But I want to write more about the three weeks I spent at her apartment over the holidays.

If you read Part 3 on how I met Carla, I'm known by others at her apartment building as "the naked lady", due to my walking through the apartment building naked.

So on Christmas Day, we spent much of our time at a neighbor's unit. This neighbor had invited many of the other apartment residents to her place for a Christmas Day gathering. Carla had previously discussed with her my nudity, and the neighbor felt it would be no problem since everyone there already knew me as the "naked lady", and this would be a great opportunity for people to know me better.

And it was a lot of fun. It was a warm, friendly gathering.

But even though I was going nude, it still seemed to be a lot of preparation. Carla wanted me perfect.

She didn't have me on a leash, but opted to have me wear a small, red lace choker she made. She pulled my hair back into a bun to help emphasize the choker. She wanted me to make doubly sure I was absolutely hairless, being I would be fully nude and in close proximity to others this evening. So I plucked and shaved as best as I could, right down to my asshole!

Carla also rubbed a little lipstick on my nipples. "Plum Perfect" from Maybelline if you know the color. Then wiped it off to where it still had a rosy color but didn't look gaudy.

A top it off, a dusting of shimmering body powder for a subtle glow.

People asked me all the usual questions, "Do you ever worry about getting arrested?", and "Don't you ever get cold?" The attention was fun, I think Carla was pleased. Though later on, she had become annoyed as my focus had drifted off towards chatting with others and less on her. She whispered to me that I needed to behave.

Sense of Satisfaction and Purpose

Having returned yesterday from three weeks at Carla's apartment, I find myself in a bit of depression.

It feels like home now, but my mind is still there, at Carla's side.

The house seems ever more empty and alone from this point of view. The hills are still there as beautiful as ever, and the birds still sing as lively as always. But I don't seem to pay much attention.

The three weeks I spent with her felt fulfilling. I followed Carla's instruction, I stayed by her side, she rewarded me with her smiles, kisses, and caresses. There's something very simple and relaxing in casting aside my doubts and fears and putting total faith into Carla's decisions, and then knowing the results are always favorable.

I realize that friendships are not built upon common ground, but where the differences compliment each other. There's still respect and love for one another as long as a symbiotic relationship exists.

Yet here at my house, there is much freedom. Living in the country seems to magnify that freedom ever more. I'm still a nudist here and I can be nude outdoors on my property as well as hiking the many trails in this area. There is also a sense of simplicity and relaxation with this kind of living.

But being here also means being alone.

And it also means being the one to make all the decisions. That isn't so bad except there's no one here to please but myself. At Carla's side, I can please her and she can please me. There's a greater sense of purpose and satisfaction in that.