On the day of my twentieth birthday, a small number of my friends met at my house to participate in the birthday ritual. The group included my younger sister; Amy, my best friend since the tenth grade; Hailey, the girl next door; Dawn and Dawn's mother; Mrs. Lassiter.
Also present was a casual acquaintance that Gretchen and I had met at the mall. She worked as a sales associate at Victoria's Secret and her name was Dana.
Amy looked like a slightly younger version of me. She was the same height, had the same color eyes, the same color hair and a very similar build. Indeed we were so similar in their body type that we often borrowed each other's clothes.
Hailey was my age and the same height and basic build; however there were a number of differences in appearance. Hailey had a Goth girl look going on. She had very pale skin and she had died her hair the darkest black possible. She also tended to dress all in black. On the day of my birthday she was dressed in black jeans, black socks, black sneakers and black t-shirt with the words "I FOUND JESUS. HE'S AT THE AIRPORT BEING HARASSED BY THE TSA" in bold white letters.
Dawn was two years younger than me, although she was slightly taller and thinner. She had long hair that went from golden brown to dark brown depending on how much exposure it had to sunlight. She also had an innocent look to her that made her appear as if she were closer to sixteen than her actual age of eighteen.
Dawn's mother was about five foot; six and her daughter towered over her. And of course the lines on her face gave away the fact that she was in her late thirties, while her daughter was only eighteen. Also while Dawn dressed in jeans and sneakers and a t-shirt, Mrs. Lassiter dressed in a pale blue angora scoopneck sweater and women's dress pants and sensible shoes.
Dana was about five foot; five and had reddish hair that was cut in a short, boyish hairstyle. She was dressed in a white dress shirt, a very stylish black wool gabardine blazer, black dress slacks and high heeled shoes.
This was the carefully selected group that Gretchen had chosen for me to come out to, confident that none of them would freak out when I announced that I was a lesbian and that I got sexually turned on by being dominated and humiliated by other women.
I insisted that there was no way that my younger sister was a lesbian and that there was no way she would be cool with my being submissive to other lesbians. I almost threw a temper tantrum at the idea of exposing my naked body and humiliating myself in front of Amy, but Gretchen pulled rank on me and insisted. She even threw me over her knee and gave me a very energetic and painful spanking for the way that I had snapped and yelled at her.
Gretchen allowed me to be dressed for the beginning of the birthday party; however she made it clear that I'd have to be naked by the time the party ended.
It was traditional for me to hug Amy whenever she came over to the house and my twentieth birthday party was no exception. However within minutes of arriving, she asked me if everything was all right.
I was nervous as hell about stripping naked in front of my party guests, but I just told Amy I was fine. I had thought I had done an excellent job of hiding my fear, but I suppose Amy was just really good at reading me. She has known me for her entire life after all.
Gretchen offered wine to those guests who were old enough to drink and then there was the opening of the birthday gifts.
I found it endlessly amusing at the number of people who bought me clothes.
Seriously, I had just agreed to spend almost all of my free time stark naked and my friends were buying me clothes as gifts? The fates must be laughing at me.
I thanked everybody for the birthday gifts and next we served up the birthday cake.
The cake was delicious, and while we were eating Gretchen opened up her laptop computer and offered to show our guests photos of our trip to Sessia. None of our guests knew that I had spent the entire week there as a naked sex slave, so none of our guests were prepared for what they were about to see.
The first few photos were at the airport (where I was fully clothed) and nobody had any reason to freak out. Then there were a few pictures of pedestrians out on the street and the front of our hotel.
Then in the lobby of the hotel there were a series of photos of me stripping naked in front of Gretchen, the hotel staff and several hotel guests. There was even a photo of a female security guard helping me remove my bra. I had totally forgotten about that, but when I was told I had to strip in front of a dozen total strangers my hands were shaking so badly I couldn't work the catch on the front of my bra.
The photos on the computer screen continued to change, but every photo showed me totally nude.
"Oh my God," exclaimed Dawn.
"What the fuck?" exclaimed Hailey.
"Diane, what happened to you?" asked Amy. "Did you lose a bet or something?"
Mrs. Lassiter and Dana couldn't seem to speak. Their mouths hung open and their eyes had a look of total shock.
Gretchen took control at that point and explained.
"When Diane and I went to Sessia, we took advantage of certain Sessian laws. You see, in Sessia it's perfectly legal to parade around nude in public, if you're the legally the property of someone else."
"What?" Hailey demanded, "legally the property?"
"Diane was my slave when we were in Sessia," Gretchen explained. "We had a legally binding contract."
My face felt hot at that point and I was certain I was blushing. Amy looked at Gretchen with a look of confusion, and then she looked at me and asked, "Why? Did you lose a bet?"
I was kind of amused at the way Amy kept asking that, but I was determined to tell her the truth. "No, I didn't lose a bet. I get a sexual thrill from being naked and surrounded by people who are fully clothed. It's scary, but also very exciting."
"You mean like riding a roller coaster?" inquired Dawn.
"It's like that," I admitted. "Only there's nothing sexual about riding a roller coaster. And this," I said, pointing to the images on the computer screen, "was hugely sexual for me."
"So, you WANTED this?" inquired Mrs. Lassiter, sounding incredulous. "But, it must have been humiliating!"
"Yes, I wanted this," I said, pointing to the computer screen again, "and for me the humiliation is part of what makes it such a thrill."
"So, this was sexual," Hailey said, "and you were Gretchen's slave. Does that mean that you and Gretchen have a sexual relationship? Do you and she have sex?"
Hailey was obviously the smartest one in the group. Or at least she seemed like the smartest one at the moment.
"Yes," I replied. "Gretchen and I have been lovers for about two years now. You're my friend and I probably should have told you sooner, but..."
"It's cool," Hailey responded. "You should have the right to keep your sex life private. It's not like I've told you about all the people I've slept with. Actually I've never told you about ANY of the people I've slept with! It's usually considered personal, private information."
"Well, as of today, I'd like that to change," I said. "I mean, you can still keep your secrets, but I'd like everybody in this room to know that I'm a lesbian. I like girls. And I love Gretchen and I was happy to be her slave when we were in Europe."
"Well, I for one feel honored that you're willing to share this with us," Hailey said. "You didn't have to, but you felt that you could trust me enough. And that just tells me how strong our friendship really is."
Dawn looked over at Hailey, and a look went over her face. I'm not sure if it was a look of comprehension or agreement or insight, but whatever it was, the next words out of her mouth were, "me too. I'm also honored that you trusted me enough to share your deepest, darkest secrets."
I smiled at this, although the one person in the room I was most worried about was Amy. "Amy?" I asked. "What about you? How do you feel about this?"
Apparently Amy could tell how worried I was because she walked across the room and sat down next to me. And then, putting one arm around my shoulders, she said, "You're my sister. I will love you no matter what. You really, really caught me by surprise, but I'm not at all ashamed of you. If this is what my sister wants, this is what my sister wants."
I smiled and then leaned forward to hug her. "I love you, too," I said. And then after a pause of about five seconds, I added, "and, um, please don't tell Mom, okay?"
"Oh, God, never," Amy agreed. "I totally understand, but Mom? She is just way too uptight and old fashioned."
We laughed over that, and then Gretchen broke in and announced, "There's more. Diane would you like to tell them, or shall I?"
I was still reeling from the shock of coming out both as a lesbian and as a submissive to my friends and my sister. I was in no shape emotionally for divulging any more embarrassing secrets. "Why don't you tell them, Gretchen?" I said.
All eyes turned to Gretchen and she seemed to relish being at the center of attention.
"Diane has been suffering from withdrawal ever since she returned from Sessia, and so after much discussion, we've decided that from now on Diane will be treated like a slave in our home. She'll be kept naked whenever she's home and only be allowed to wear clothing when she leaves the house."
"Oh, wow, really?" Amy asked. "But, doesn't that mean she should be naked right now?"
