Told from Jaina's point of view.
I strutted confidently through the dorm, without a stitch of clothing on. My bare feet slapping the floor softly as I thrust my chest and erect nipples forward proudly. So a normal Tuesday for me lately. I loved showing off my body. Loved the eyes on me. Loved using my body to control and play with others' lust and desire. Loved pushing my submissives boundaries as they squirmed between humiliation and arousal. Loved watching them fight the competing desires of wanting to cover up or take back control of their bodies and sexuality, with the desire to let me push them to new heights of vulnerability and wantonness. Shedding first their control, then their clothes, then finally their inhibitions. Lost in these delicious thoughts as I approached my suite I was suddenly stopped by two girls that lived across the hall from us.
"Uh, hi Jaina. So, we've noticed lately that you and a few other girls around you have been running around the dorm nude. What's going on?"
"You mean Edna? Or my two little submissive pets?" I smirked as my comment caused them to look surprised. I explained how my roommate and friend had submitted to me, allowing me to control their clothing, exposure, even their orgasms. Their eyes grew wider as I explained how the fire alarm incident the other day had led to the revelation that the campus allowed nudity in all but a few instances and even off campus, the state was top free. I further went on to explain how empowering it had been to embrace my own sexuality. How I was comfortable and in fact preferred to walk around completely bare. Instead of hiding my body and being ashamed, I could embrace it and be confident, even powerful. How my two pets had learned similar through submitting to me, relinquishing control had been liberating for them allowing them to embrace their own desires more easily.
The two girls blushed. "I'm not sure about all that submissive stuff, but we both kind of wish we were more confident with our bodies like y'all."
"I could definitely teach you. It's about gradual escalation. Like that old saying about a frog and boiling water. Why don't you two come into my room and we can start the lessons." I opened the door invitingly. They looked shyly at each other then meekly nodded to me, entering my room. Despite their claims otherwise my senses tingled as I had a hunch the two had a submissive streak in them that I could also teach them to embrace. Once they're inside I shut the door and look at them purposefully. "Ok, lesson number one. In my room women aren't allowed to wear clothing. Now strip."
They look at each other and bite their lips shyly, but slowly shed their clothing standing before me covering their chest and crotch with their hands. I smiled at them. "Second lesson, no covering up." I reach out to pull their hands away from their bodies, my eyes trailing up and down their bare forms causing them to shake softly. Then with a firm nod I take them by the hand and walk confidently through the suite and out onto the balcony, then sun shining down upon their bare forms.
At first they follow me willingly but when they see me heading outside they drag their feet in shock, looking around in panic. They'd barely seen each other nude and now they were bare ass where anyone could see them. However I notice they grow more comfortable as they realize no one is looking at them. Leading them over to the railing, I instruct them to look down and observe all the people walking below, completely oblivious to the show they're putting on. Finally I instruct them to sit down, facing out towards the dorm across the way. They remember not to cover up, keeping their hands at their sides, but keep their knees pressed tightly together. "The third lesson is confidence. Being confident is about inviting people to look, not hiding it away.. Now, spread those legs apart and show those cute little pussies of yours off. Look at those pretty nipples, perked and begging for attention. Be proud of your bodies. You have nothing to be ashamed of."
I can see their exposure and slow submission to all my orders is starting to have an effect on them. Their bodies start to quiver, toes curling and uncurling, as their pussies begin to glisten in arousal. The first one looks to her friend who seems to nod, then to me. "I'm so turned on right now. Can we touch ourselves? Please?"
I smirk, drinking in their surrender. But the lesson I'm showing but not telling them about yet is also taking effect. The more clouded their mind becomes with arousal the less they worry about things like inhibitions or modesty. Case in point sitting bare on a balcony asking to jill off for anyone to watch. "No time for that. It's time for the next step anyways. Follow me." I lead them back inside, ordering them to pick up and carry their clothes as they exit the room. I grab a dress by the door, slipping it over my head and on.
"Why can you put your clothes on but we can only carry ours? I'm not sure I'm ready to go out there like this." They trembled slightly, some of the earlier confidence fleeing them as their arousal began to wane.