This is a sequel to "Casey's Fall" which takes place on a parallel world where registered nudity and indentured slavery are legal under a government known as "The State". There are many elements in this story that will be more enjoyable and make more sense if you read that first.
Themes include CMNF, CFNF, ENF, exhibitionism, porn, coercion, some reluctance, non-consent and D/s, and occasional violence if it's relevant to the story or character development.
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Casey had the house to herself for a change. Greg had a new supercharger that he wanted to fit to the Trans Am and had decided that a complete tear down of the engine was in order. He had a few days off before his next shift, so he'd gone back to his parents' house to use his father's workshop. Jolene and Cassandra were out shopping and weren't expected back until dinner time. The housework was up to date, so Casey had the rare opportunity for a true day off, doing whatever she pleased. She decided to text Amelia.
"
Watcha
doing?"
Ding.
"Bored AF. You?"
"Same. Wanna come over
?
"
Ding.
"Yeah, I could use a friend
right now
.
See you
soon."
Amelia was well used to Casey being nude these days, so she didn't even raise an eyebrow when Casey answered the door that way.
"Hey, girl. How you been? Come on in," Casey greeted. "Can I get you a coffee or something?"
"Yeah, I'd kill for a cuppa. Thanks!" Amelia replied.
"So, what's up?" Casey asked. "Your text sounded like something was bothering you?"
"Oh, nothing in particular. I'm just feeling a bit down," Amelia explained. "I can't find work and Mum is struggling with the bills. Life is just sucking a bit right now."
"Don't worry. You're brilliant and it won't be long before someone snaps you up," Casey assured her. "How's your love life?"
"Fucking lousy. I just ditched yet another loser a few days ago. I'm starting to worry all men might be creeps."
"Yes, there's plenty of assholes out there," Casey agreed, "but then you get guys like Greg as well."
"You struck gold there, Casey. I wonder how I find one like that?"
"You might have been with one already and you just didn't know it," Casey replied. "I've been thinking lately that there's a lot of guys in denial about their true natures, and they behave like assholes trying to live up to a bullshit standard."
"Are you still on about the patriarchy fucking everything up?" Amelia laughed.
"Well, it's true!" Casey stressed, raising her eyebrows. "Once your eyes have been opened to it, you can see the damage it has done everywhere! Ok, tell me what's been annoying you about the men you've dated, and I'll almost guarantee it's related to men trying to live up to patriarchal stereotypes."
"Ok, well, they start out nice enough, holding doors open for me and bringing me flowers and stuff, but as soon as I get them in bed, it all starts going downhill," Amelia revealed. "I feel like they just use me to get off and then I stop having any value in their eyes. Some of them want me to do really disgusting things, which I won't, but even if I did, they'd just leave me hanging anyway. For example, I'm so sick of blowing a dude to have him refuse to return the favour."
"See? Patriarchy, just like I told you."
"How so?"
"Well, firstly they're objectifying you," Casey explained. "They're not seeing you as a human being. They're seeing you as prey, something to be conquered, and once they've completed their mission it's all over. It's patriarchal standards that have made men act that way and have also led women to accept it as normal."
"Why are they such lousy lovers then?" Amelia wondered. "If they were trying to impress me, shouldn't that continue into the bedroom?"
"Well, they think they are impressing you. They've grown up watching male-centric porn. It's all about the dude's pleasure. His orgasm, the so-called 'money shot', so they think they're pleasing you by giving you that. The woman's sexuality and her pleasure is mostly ignored."
"But doesn't the stuff you do just enforce that by showing off your body and not leaving anything to the imagination?" Amelia asked.
"Not at all," Casey replied. "That's all about my pleasure. My orgasm. Even on the webcam it's all about them giving me pleasure, and they happily pay to do it."
"I honestly don't know how you do it, Casey. I'm dying from embarrassment just thinking about doing what you do."
"Well, that's because you have inhibitions, and once again we can blame the patriarchy for that. It's learnt behaviour. You've been taught that your sexuality should be kept hidden. That there's something shameful about your body. Once you let go of that, it frees you from the shame. Everything is out there in the open. No more secrets to cover up."
"Ok..." Amelia considered, "but how do you get past that? How do you unlearn everything that feels natural and normal to you?"
"Well, you know how I did it," Casey responded. "I became a nudist. Now, that may not be for you but maybe it is? Have you ever tried it?"
"Um... that would be a solid 'no'," Amelia replied honestly. "The only time I've had my clothes off in front of someone else was when I've had sex, but even then, I usually kept the lights off and we were pretty much face to face. I've never walked around out in the open naked in front of anyone."
"And why not? Could it be because you think there's something shameful about your body? I'll tell you what, you can try it here if you want, and maybe start trying to let go of that stuff?" Casey suggested.
"Oh, I dunno, Casey. I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that idea."
"C'mon give it a try," Casey encouraged. "It's only us here right now, and I'm already naked so you know I won't be judgy. Cassandra's registered now too, so even if everyone was here, no one would give a fuck about another nude girl in the room."
"Cassandra registered? Holy crap! What brought that on?"
"Oh, it was their version of a wedding. Cassandra indentured to Jolene and decided to register as a nudist at the same time. They call each other 'Wife' now. It's so cute."
"Cassandra's Jolene's Indent? Wow! So has Cassandra moved in, or are they getting their own place?" Amelia asked.
"She was practically living here already anyway. As far as I know they're not planning to move out. It's a big house so there's plenty of room. Who knows what they'll do next, though? I didn't know they were even talking about getting married until Cassandra came home jumping up and down like an excited schoolgirl about her new crescent tattoo."
"That does sound like Cassandra," Amelia laughed. "Um... shit. I dunno about getting naked. I'd feel really weird taking my clothes off in front of you."
"Up to you," Casey responded. "But that hesitation you're feeling is probably one very good reason why you should. You shouldn't feel ashamed of your body. Look, if it makes it any easier, why don't you go undress in my bedroom and come out when you're ready?"
"Um..." Amelia replied. She couldn't believe she was considering it, but maybe Casey was onto something with letting go of shame and inhibitions? It was at least worth a try. Life hadn't been going particularly well since school, and she had been feeling a bit lonely as well. She felt like she'd been left behind. Casey's life had moved in a different direction with all of the nudity and porn, and Cassandra seemed to have replaced her because of that. Anything left over was filled up with Greg. At the very least, if she wanted Casey to stay a part of her life, there was really only one thing for it - join her.
"You know what, fuck it. I'm gonna do it!"
Amelia got up and went into Casey's room. She was blushing like crazy, but without giving herself a chance to think about it further, she quickly stripped off her clothes and folded them onto Casey's bed. Then she stood facing the doorway with her heart racing as she thought about stepping out naked in front of her friend. With a deep breath she took a step. Then another, and then she practically ran back into the living room.
"Ok here I am!" she announced, with her legs together and arms stretched out wide.
Amelia had a curvier figure than Casey's, with much larger breasts. Casey estimated she was at least a C cup. She had a little puppy fat, but she was nowhere near obese. Her light brown hair and brown eyes accentuated a pleasant and friendly face, and she kept her bikini line neatly trimmed. Altogether she was really cute.
"So how do you feel?" Casey asked.
"It feels really scary. Like I'm doing something really wrong. Fuck, I can't believe I'm standing here nude out in the open like this!"
"Well, come and have a seat. Can I get you another cuppa?" Casey asked.
"Ok sure. Yeah, same as before. White and one," Amelia replied.
"Coming right up."
"Holy crap, Casey! I don't know how you walk around outside like this. Don't you feel really self-conscious?"
"I won't lie. I did at first," Casey admitted, "but I got used to it. The hardest part was probably dealing with the haters. Also, people who seemed to think that my body was their business, and they had the right to judge me about it, but I got over that too. I realised if they had a problem with me, it was theirs, not mine."
"That's actually a very mature way of looking at it," Amelia considered. "What about doing porn, though? Do you really think that's advancing the feminist cause?"
"Definitely," Casey replied. "Well, not all porn. I do porn that shows off my femininity and sexuality. I don't work with male talent or do anything where a man might get the opportunity to objectify me or use me just for his own pleasure."
"What about all that stuff with putting baseball bats and other things inside you? Isn't that objectifying yourself?"
"No, that's showing off my vagina, and there's nothing more feminine than a vagina. I'm showing that I'm proud of my female body, including my pussy," Casey explained.
"They're still wanking over you, though, aren't they? Isn't that them using you for their own pleasure? I've heard that men get a dopamine rush when they look at porn, and over time it gets addictive. Eventually they go down the rabbit hole and end up with unrealistic expectations of sex. In some cases, they end up preferring porn to being with a real woman. That can't be good for anyone can it? Isn't what you do feeding into that?" Amelia pointed out.
"Well, I know for a fact that they don't all wank over me, but yes, that can happen," Casey admitted, "but if you do get yourself a boyfriend with a chronic porn and masturbation addiction, there are ways to turn that back to your advantage."
"How?"
"You don't let him cum. You make him work for it," Casey replied with a smile. "And that begins by making sure he gives you 100% of his attention to you in bed before you even consider giving him anything in return. Control the penis. Control the man."
