After nearly two years in what was ultimately a controlling and abusive relationship, Chloe had broken free and had become somewhat lost in this world.
Chloe's natural innocence and naïve trust in human nature had blinded her to the ways of her ex. The control he dominated over her, choosing who she was friends with, monitoring her every move. Dictating her wardrobe and arranging her tattoos. The topless house parties and endless streams of photos and videos which he chose who was privilege too, Chloe thought that he loved her, she thought that she loved him, maybe he did, maybe she did, but her journey into adulthood revealed that this was not a healthy or a loving relationship.
With the help of a small number of loved ones around her, Chloe had painfully released herself from the grasp of this animal and found herself free, wondering what was next, pondering how she was going to get back to her true self and grow into the young lady she was destined to be.
Chloe mulled over her new journey, the options in front of her. She already had a good job, working with people she loved, a loving family around her and a decent pot of savings, the one thing she seemed to keep sacrament from the control of her past.
Chloe was a cute girl, petite with a brunette, almost shoulder length bob, small breasts and a cute, pert bum. With big blue eyes and an innocent face, Chloe sported artistic tattoos on her arms and biceps, tattoos she once liked, but perhaps not anymore.
Chloe liked being petite but her smallness made her lack confidence. Being surrounded by fit, sporty girls, who had all developed into adult women, Chloe was very conscious of her petiteness, emphasised by her ex lovers constant mocking and humiliation.
The social gatherings and dress codes were always organised by her ex. He had a decent sized group of friends, mostly followers, predominantly men, with girlfriends of said men coming and going with some sticking around longer than others.
Meetings mostly consisted of house parties and beach gatherings with Chloe's ex insisting she was often the centre of attention.
He would always choose her wardrobe, from cute flowing summer dresses to more elegant, tightly fitted skirts, shorts and tops.
One rule which he always had was no bras. Honestly, Chloe didn't really need to wear bras but this often left her vulnerable and in positions she didn't want to be in.
As Chloe sat in her car, on a summer's evening in a wooded car park, planning her next life decisions, she thought back to her experiences of the last two years.
One evening in particular always haunted Chloe since the revelation of the control she had been under.
It was one of the first house parties which had been held at her exe's mate's house. A large, country style house, huge driveway, massive windows and a decent sized pool in the rear, surrounded by tables, chairs and sunloungers.
Chloe's ex had picked out a dress for her to wear, a cute, flowy summer dress, pale yellow with flowered patterns all over.
As he lay on his bed, what had quickly become the ritual, he watched her get dressed whilst pointing his phone in her direction. Chloe slowly and shyly peeled off her work uniform, a simple t-shirt and trousers and stood innocently in front of him in her padded black bra and simple dark blue knickers.
By this point, this was an image he had seen several times as they already enjoyed a healthy sex life together. As she picked up his choice of clothing for the night, she noticed there was no underwear included. He quickly reminded her of the no bra rule before stating she should keep on her current knickers.
Growing increasingly frustrated, yet resigned to the no bra rule, Chloe was relieved that he hadn't expected her to go to this party with no underwear on at all!
Pulling her bra up over her head, Chloe noticed him re-adjust his phone. She knew he liked taking pictures of her, she didn't, but trusting him that they were for his eyes only.
She stood briefly in front of him, in just her knickers before reaching for the dress and pulling it on over her head.
It was a nice fit, she looked down and noted that it sat just above her knees, a decent length in her eyes. As her eyes traced up her body, at the same time as his, she hesitated when she realised it sat quite low on her chest, and was open to reveal what would have been her cleavage, had she had breasts of a decent size.
Chloe's ex noticed her hesitation and reassured her that the cups of the dress fitted nicely around her breasts and told her that she looked beautiful. Chloe loved the compliments he gave her, charmed by the delivery of his loving words. Reassured by his compliments and his tone, they left for the party.
On arrival at the party, they entered the huge, open front door and walked into the living area were loud, bassy music already rung around.
Chloe quickly scanned the room, there were probably 12-15 guys there and 3 other girls. Girlfriends of 3 of the other guys, 2 relatively new ones and 1 longer time companion of her exe's best mate.
The three other girls were dressed similarly to Chloe, although had more sporty and better developed bodies. Chloe rarely spoke to the other girls who were at the parties, partly due to her envy at their looks and their bodies but mostly because her duty was to follow her ex around and cling tightly to him.
This is how she spent her evening, dutifully following him as he chatted with friends, poured cocktails and danced to the constant tunes.
Chloe was enjoying the evening, from standing with him in the kitchen to snuggling with him on the sofa, but she always had an eye on the other 3 girls, dancing and drinking the night away on the dancefloor. Chloe wasn't a big drinker and had only had a couple so far.
She liked to remain relatively sober and in control and this had helped her keep herself modest, not an easy thing to do when getting up and down from a comfy sofa in a little summer dress.
She was aware that she may have flashed her panties a couple of times but was pretty confident she'd kept everything in upstairs.
As the evening drew on, the party goers got sweatier, the music got louder and the drinks continued to flow. At this point, most of the guys had taken their tops off due to the heat and everyone was on the dancefloor.
The 3 other girls were going for it, flitting around the dancefloor, two-stepping, throwing their hands up in the air and slut dropping at command. Their dresses were flowing, knickers were appearing and at this point Chloe noted that all of the other girls had bras on.
Suddenly conscious of her braless state, which hadn't been a problem up to now, Chloe became very aware that the dancing around her was getting wilder and people were getting drunker.
While she drifted off into her own world of consciousness, she was slow to react when her ex grabbed her and pulled her close to him. She had her back to him and he danced behind her, grinding on her and getting deep into the music.
She allowed him to continue, almost enjoying it herself, enjoying his touch and attention.
He continue to dance and as she started feeling the beat, he raised both her arms above her head, holding onto her and helped her sway to the music.
He pushed her away from him, spinning her around to face him as he stood back to admire her beautiful, petite body. She lowered her arms and almost as quickly he pulled them back up and told her to dance for him.
