Brad saw himself as a successful, smooth young - soon to be -- lawyer. While he was being very successful as a student, he was really just starting his third year in law school. He was certainly successful socially: leader of many student groups, student representative, on the review board, and usually seen in the company of the brightest and most attractive coeds.
Brad was quite confident and usually achieved what he sought. He had just started a relationship with Diane, a supremely attractive first year law student. She was dark haired with a fabulous body.
Diane was warm and outgoing but had a hint of reticence. Brad dominated the relationship, setting the pace for dates. However, Brad felt they were held back from full consumption because of her reluctance and that he lived in a dorm.
Diane said she was very shy. She lived off campus in a large house that she shared with other coeds. Diane explained that she could only take him back to her private room if he was introduced to the other women in the house. Since they did not want strange men in the house, they set house rules that men had to be introduced to all the residents.
Brad arrived at the appointed time of 7pm, dressed in his best job interview suit. He was expecting a light dinner possibly followed by some heavy drinking. Although he had not discussed the age of Diane's housemates, he suspected that they might be older women that were more conservative than usual students, or perhaps very young - only freshly out of control from their parents.
He found the door opened by a tall, somewhat thin, blonde - about his age. As she invited him in, she said that her name was Wendy. In the living room he met Lucille and Cathy. He had somehow expected some dowdy old spinsters, but these were very attractive women wearing conventional grad student clothes.
"Is Dianne here?" he asked, politely - not being entirely comfortable without her.
"Oh, yes. She is in her room - she will be out later." responded Wendy.
"First we would like to explain some of the house rules."
Here it comes, thought Brad, are they going to say I can't be in her room after ten PM, or that the door has to stay open with my feet on the floor?
But before laying down the law, he was offered a cold drink and a seat on the couch.
"This house is a kind of commune. We have all agreed to share everything in the house. In this house there is no private property." intoned Lucille.
Had he entered a nut farm, some left over communist cell from the nineteen twenties? But, Lucille went on.
"We are also feminists, so in this house women rule. Men must do as they are told. But don't worry we will not ask you to do anything that you would not do for Dianne."
Brad was quizzical, "I do not really understand how this works?".
"It is OK, you will understand quickly enough. Just remember that any request you would grant Dianne or anything you share with Dianne, must be shared with any of the women in the house."
"Sure, I was the leader of my fraternity, I can understand sharing. But now that I am getting closer to getting a corporate law job, I have more sympathy for winner take all.."
The women smiled, but did not challenge his bravado.
Dinner was quite normal, actually very good food. Brad thanked them and was expecting to get up and retire to the living room but first offer his thanks and make a perfunctory offer of helping to clean up. But Dianne said: "Brad, how about you clear the dishes while we get out some more wine in the living room?"
Seeing no option, without being rude, Brad started picking up the dirty dishes and taking them out to the kitchen. He ferried out all the dishes and for good measure started loading the dishwasher. The girls ignored him.
But, once he came back into the living room, Dianne smiled.
"Lets go and catch that movie."
It was a bad movie but Dianne was warm and cuddly. They came back to the house and Brad half expected to be left on the doorstep in her usual prudish way. But, instead, she invited him in. They first sat in the living room with another class of wine.
"Brad, I really want us to make love. But, I have been hurt before so I would like to do it one step at a time. I also have to make sure that we obey the house rules."
Brad was perplexed, but horny. "Dianne, what do you want me to do?"
"Tonight we will not have sex, but we can enjoy our bodies. I need to develop some more trust in you and prove that you are trust worthy to my housemates. Please take off all your clothes."
Brad was even surer that he had wandered into a nut house. Here he was in the living room of house with 4 weird women and unceremoniously he was asked to strip. Fortunately nobody else seemed to be about.
He began to strip, facing the beautiful Dianne, but still held by his own self-confidence and the hope of getting laid. He began with placing his shoes beside the couch and eyeing her for a reaction he started pulling off his clothes. When he got down to nothing but his underwear he was losing a little cool and feeling self-conscious facing the fully clothed beauty. He turned away as he placed his underwear on the couch.
He stood there, facing her, she was fully dressed and he was stark naked. He felt very vulnerable. His self confidence faded under her intense and apparently judgmental gaze.
"Turn around! Do you have a tattoo?"
"Bend down to touch your toes!"
Her gaze softened, she pulled him towards her and stroked his upper leg. He visibly responded to this affection move.
"OK", while putting out both hands to hold his manhood firmly, "Lets call it a night. Come back tomorrow night and we can get more friendly" she said with a smile.
He stood, mystified, naked before this very strong willed woman. She bundled up his clothes, led him naked to the door, open to the street. Brad found himself crouching behind a patio wall with his clothes in his arms and the front door closed behind him.
He almost did not return the next night. "Why should he put up with this humiliation?", but he had felt an unusual stirring under the treatment from this clothed, controlling woman.
He was invited warmly into the house by Wendy. He had brought a bottle of decent quality red wine. Every one was gathered in the living room. Dianne, his lovely, came forward and pecked him on the cheek while he placed the bottle on the table.
"Brad, thanks for bringing the wine. Please get the opener and some glasses for us all from the kitchen. But first, strip!"
He was entirely confused, it was the early evening, everybody was fully dressed and quite sober; he was not sure he could even remember the names of all four of the coed housemates.
"Brad, you remember that we are a commune, so that anything that you would do for Dianne you must do for anybody else in the house."
Brad still could not put together a coherent response and just stared at the tall, willowy Wendy as if she was mad.
"You did strip for Diane, right?"
The prior night's humiliation of voluntarily stripping in front of Diane and being almost pushed out the door stark naked flooded back.
"Yes?" he managed to gasp.
