It’s Tuesday, which is my Saturday, which means it’s my turn to get orders. We’re on rotation, with two days off a week. It’s a clean system, and none of us have any complaints. Especially since if we want more, we can participate in someone else’s day. Like right now, Alicia is helping me get set up for my run.

“Thanks, I don’t know how I’d manage this on my own,” I say, slowing my breathing as much as possible. My heart thuds softly against my ribcage, and my pulse quickens with each brush of the bristles on my bare skin.

I’m naked, and one of my friends is painting clothes on me. A year ago this would have been nearly unthinkable to me, just a fantasy I lacked the courage to go through with. But now? Now I can live it.

“It’s my pleasure,” Alicia says from her position behind me. She’s working on my back and butt right now, painting with slow and deliberate strokes. She’s a good artist, the best in our group, and the fact that she was the one who happened to be free when I got my instructions this morning feels too good to be a coincidence.

I glance at my phone, still gripped in my hand from when I first received the text. 

Wearing nothing but body paint, go for your morning run. Stop at the outdoor pool to rinse off. You may wear a change of clothes home.

Just reading these words again sends a thrill through me. Our mistress has a way with words that doesn’t make sense to me. It’s just a text message. There’s nothing special about the composition, or the word choice. But somehow, knowing that it’s from her makes it feel special.

Alicia stands up, and moves to my front. I’m fully shaved and waxed, partially under Mistress’s orders, and partially because I prefer myself that way. The others have different standards, of course. Mistress says it’s our differences that make us special.

The bristles of the paint brush tickle my inner thighs, and I suck in a sharp breath to stop myself from moving. I can’t mess this up, it’s too important.

“Just breathe,” Alicia says, her own voice slightly husky. Her focus never wavers, despite her proximity to my pussy. On another day, in this position, she’d be eating me out. Alicia looks up with a coy smile. “Don’t think horny thoughts yet, you don’t want to smudge the paint with your arousal.”

I blush, and count to twenty in my head. Once I’m there, I count backwards by half integers, then back up by quarters. I’m focused enough that I don’t notice her finishing until she moves to my chest, and her brush slides across my bare nipples. I swallow, and focus entirely on my breathing. In and out, slow and steady.

“Done,” she says, stepping back to admire her work. She pulls out her phone, and snaps a couple pictures, and I shift to give her better angles. “It won’t stand up to close inspection, but at a distance this early in the morning? It’s perfect.”

I nod, the reality of my task finally sinking in. I’m about to run, outside, in front of other people, while wearing nothing but my shoes and a coat of paint. I’ve had dreams about this, very erotic ones, but actually doing it is something else entirely.

“Hey, don’t worry,” Alicia says, gripping my hand with a smile. “I’ll be nearby the whole time, okay?”

I nod, and smile. “Yeah, I know. It’s just... a lot, you know?”

She nods, and opens her mouth to respond—the phone rings, and our attention snaps to it. The caller ID reads ‘Mistress’. I pick up and put it on speakerphone immediately.

“Good morning, sweetie.” Her voice sends shivers down my spin. Alicia shudders next to me, eyes half closing as she slows her breathing. “Good morning, honey.”

“Good morning,” we say at the same time.

“Are you ready for your task?” Mistress’s voice is calm and smooth, but I’ve known her long enough that I can pick up the excitement in her tone.

“Yes, Mistress.” I stand up straighter, hands at my sides. My skin prickles in anticipation of the exposure. I bite my lip, and shuffle from foot to foot. “I’m a little nervous.”

“That’s perfectly fine,” she reassures me. “It’s natural. You’re taking a big risk, after all.”

I swallow and nod, not that she can see me. 

“Here, let me help you.” Her voice lowers abruptly, and she leaves small gaps between  her words. Alicia sucks in a breath next to me, her excitement leaking into the air of the apartment.

Mistress is going to hypnotise us.

“Focus on your breathing. In, and out. Nice and slow.”

My chest rises and falls, following the rhythmic cadence of her voice.

“You’re floating in a sea of mist. Nobody can see you, unless you want them to. Nobody thinks anything is wrong. You’re safe.”

I’m safe.

“You’re going to go for a run. Your friend is going to meet you at the end point. It’s going to be lovely.”

I smile, and nod again. She still can’t see me. That’s okay.

“Think about the cool breeze through your hair, the kiss of the morning sun on your skin. Breathe in, and breathe out. In, and out.”

I’m swaying. Alicia’s eyes are closed.

“You’re not naked, you’re wearing ordinary clothes. Nothing is wrong. Nothing is strange. You’re aroused, as usual, but this is an ordinary run, and you won’t think about that until you’re cleaning off.”

I resist the urge to rub my thighs together. Run first, fun later. That’s the way I’ve always done this.

“In, and out...” her voice continues to loop, dragging me deeper and deeper down.

Everything is soft, hazy, and oh so wonderful, and if I could just—

“Drop.”

*****

My shoe clad feet thump against the dirt path as I jog through the park. The early morning sun rises behind me, illuminating this oasis of nature in an otherwise bustling city. I’m not the only one here, but there aren’t many others dedicated enough to go on a run this early. That’s why I get up this early, of course.

That’s why Mistress helped me fix my sleep schedule.

I pause by a tree to catch my breath, taking a moment to massage my breasts through my thin top. I’m not wearing a bra, which might be a mistake. Jolts of pleasure run through me as my palms brush across my hard nipples, and a shiver runs down my spine as a breeze caresses my exposed skin.

Alicia helped me get dressed, and Mistress convinced me that it was fine to run like this. They were both right, this is so much more wonderful than my usual clothes.

Each time someone glances at me, I clench with heat and excitement. I feel exposed, out here in my exercise get-up. None of them linger, and for some reason, I get the idea I’d like it if they did. I can’t focus on that, not right now. First I need to finish my run, then I can let myself get distracted.

I lick my lips, and go back to running. There’s a public pool connected to the park, and with it a set of showers. Sometimes, I stop by to rinse myself off and change into proper clothes. Sometimes one of my friends meets me there, and we go out for coffee or something afterward. Alicia is meeting me there today, and we’re going to do... something.

Someone looks at me, glances away, and then jerks back with a double take. I’m starting to sweat, and I guess it looks pretty obvious. Red heat crawls up my neck, and I smile shyly at them as they stare. Neither of us actually says a word, and they don’t make an effort to chase me down after we pass each other. I don’t know what I’d do if they did, honestly.

The pool is empty, as usual; it doesn’t open properly for a few more hours, but the showers are always available to the public. I stop by my usual locker, take off my socks and shoes, and stow them away next to my change of clothes. For a moment, I just stand there, wiggling my toes against the outdoor tiles of the shower area. The lockers are in a proper room, but the showers are just out in the open, albeit shielded from the main path by the bulk of the locker building.

I step under the head, clench my teeth, and turn the dial. Cold water blasts against my skin, and all my muscles tense at once. It takes a second to adjust, focusing on my breathing and slowly unclenching my muscles. The water isn’t likely to get much warmer than this, but it’s not ice-cold, so I can handle it.

Paint trails down my skin as the water washes away my outfit, and a fresh wave of shivers assaults me. Not because of the cold, but rather the exposure. Going from clothed to not is always so exciting, especially in public. One of my hands slowly trails downwards, when I see someone out of the corner of my eye.

Alicia is watching me wash myself. She’s wearing a knee-length skirt, and a comfortable knit sweater. Her nipples are prominent enough through the top that it’s clear she’s not wearing anything else. I tilt my head towards her, and smile as warmly as I can. “Want to join me?” I ask, putting a hint of tease in my tone.

She shakes her head, smiling in response. “I’ll pass; I know how cold the water is.”

A smart choice, all things considered. “Any other orders?” I ask, scrubbing off the last of my clothes. The second I finish, the fog bleeds from my head, and knowledge of what I just did floods through me. I go very still, unsure if I should be aroused or terrified.

I settle on both.

“It just hit you, huh?” she says with a soft smile. My heart thumps in my chest. I nod. “I’ll call Miss.”

I shut off the shower. Alicia pulls out her phone, and steps up next to me, heels clacking against the tile. She doesn’t need them to be taller than me, but I’d be lying if I said the extra couple inches wasn’t a turn on anyway, even with this dizzying confusion. The longer the memories have to settle, the more I lean towards aroused.

Jogging naked was a long term fantasy of mine, after all.

Mistress picks up the phone, and I lean close to listen. Mistress’s voice flows from the phone speakers, soothing and smooth, despite the faint crackle. “You’re done with your run?”

“Just finished,” I confirm, voice wobbling slightly.

“I’m so proud of you,” she says, voice beaming. I blush, and feel a bit better about it all. “Alicia, can you turn on the camera? Assuming that’s okay, of course.”

Alicia looks at me. “Of course,” I say, voice distant and floaty. I’m already naked, outside, so what’s a little more exposure?

Alicia holds her phone at arm’s length, and switches to video call. At the same time, she throws an arm over my bare shoulders. I lean in, tension melting from my shoulders at her touch. The phone screen finishes buffering, and we’re greeted by the smiling face of our mistress. Round glasses, a tangled mess of dark curly hair, paper-white skin, and sharp cheekbones define her features. The rest of her body is similarly thin and bony, a side effect of her frequent illnesses.

“Oh, you’re so beautiful.” She smiles, eyes raking across my body. Alicia dutifully pans the camera to give her a better view, and I shift in place self-consciously. It’s not that I’m ashamed of how I look, more that there’s something special about it when she does it.

Alicia rubs my shoulder, then slides her hand down my back. I shiver, and arch towards the camera as her fingers dance along the length of my spine.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Mistress asks, voice smooth like silk and honey.

I nod, and smile shyly. “Yeah, I did. I loved how it all just hit me at once.”

“Not too overwhelming?” Mistress’s head tilts to the side.

“Maybe a bit,” I confess. It’s impossible for me to lie to her, not that I’d ever want to. “But Alicia was here, and now so are you, so it’s all okay.”

“I’m glad.” A tension I didn’t realize was there bleeds off her face. “Do you want more?”

My heart flips, and my breath catches. “More?”

Alicia’s hand grips my ass, and a warm surge of pleasure rushes through me. “Jules, you didn’t cum, right?”

I shake my head, mouth dry. “I don’t need to, though.” But I’d like to.

“I think you’d like one,” Mistress says. “Relax, sweetie. Breath in, and let yourself sink.”

Alicia keeps touching me as I start to slowly drift back down. Her movements slow as well, likely because she’s starting to drop on her own. There’s only one reason I can think for her to want to do that right now, and it’s enough to force a soft moan from my throat.

“Good girls,” Mistress purrs. “Listen to my voice, and listen to my words. Follow my instructions, and I’ll make you both feel wonderful.”

I bob my head in a lazy nod, and reach over to Alicia’s skirt. She unclips it clumsily, just in time for my hand to press against her now bare crotch. Her little dick twitches under my fingers, already dripping with precum.

“You’re both so wet,” Mistress coos. Her cheeks are faintly pink, and she’s rocking in place with slow rhythmic movements. “Wet, comfortable, and aroused.”

We both shudder, and Alicia lets out a squeaking gasp. Her hand reaches under me from behind, and her fingers start rubbing against my folds. I widen my stance, hyper aware of the grass beneath my feet. I wiggle my toes against the dewy blades, swaying from side to side as my mind fogs over.

“Lower and lower,” Mistress says, sultry and low. “You feel so very good right now.”

I do. Alicia is touching me. Pleasure comes in jolts and shakes with each press of her fingers against my entrance. Meanwhile, she's biting her lip to avoid moaning, hips jerking against my palm as I rub her tiny member.

“Your skin is sensitive, so sensitive that even the warmth of the sun arouses you.”

I whimper, and close my eyes. I'm close, so very close.

“You can feel my eyes on you, watching your every movement. You love it.”

Alicia gasps, and something thin and wet squirts against my hand. She came. I keep rubbing, gentler now, even as her movements slow to a halt.

“Jules,” Mistress says my name, and I open my eyes to meet her gaze. “How are you feeling?”

Like a bomb, primed to explode. Like a fire, inching towards a barn. I'm so close.

“Good,” I manage, voice barely a whisper.

“Can you do something for me, sweetie?” Mistress asks, leaning in close, still humping her hand out of frame.

“Anything,” I reply.

“Cum for me,” she commands.

I collapse to my knees as the orgasm tears through me. The wet grass against my skin amplifies the experience, and I slap a hand over my mouth to avoid screaming. A hand covered in Alicia's cum. I stick out my tongue, and lick my palm, shuddering at the salty-sweet taste of her discharge.

My vision goes spotty, and I blink twice. Alicia's above me, holding the camera at a downward angle, face flush with arousal. Mistress looks very satisfied, no longer rocking on her side of the screen.

“You look wonderful like this,” she says breathily.

“Thank you,” I manage, head spinning and heart racing.

“Now, the fun is over, girls. It's time to go home. One, two...” Mistress snaps her fingers.

I shake my head, dislodging thoughts from where they got stuck earlier. I glance about, and seeing nobody, I let out a relieved sigh. Alicia, for her part, quickly turns off the camera, and hops towards her skirt.

Right, I'm still very naked.

My legs shake as I rise to my feet. The journey to the lockers is only about thirty feet, but somehow it feels longer. Each step reminds me of how exposed I am, and how anyone could walk around the building and see me. Alicia doesn't like that feeling, and I can't blame her.

But I love it, and can't get enough. Even now, dizzy with afterglow, all I can think about is how exciting it would be to walk around the front of the building, to actually walk all the way back home just like this.

I don't, of course. I'm not stupid, just horny.

My clothes are in my locker, and I dress quickly. Alicia's waiting for me when I get back, eyes flicking across my body before resting on my feet. She raises an eyebrow.

“No shoes?” She asks, faintly disbelieving.

“We're just going home, right?” Heat creeps up my neck, and I shuffle awkwardly in place. Without my shoes, the only thing I'm wearing is a knee length white sundress.

“I suppose,” she says, shaking her head with a fond smile. “I still don't get how you enjoy this, even with Miss's help.”

Mistress's voice echoes from the phone speaker, laced with amusement. “You all have your little kinks, honey.”

Alicia blushes, and rolls her eyes. “Yeah, I know, I'm not judging. I just think it's interesting.”

“I wasn’t bothered.” I shrug, and step out of the door and start around the side of the building. Alicia falls into step next to me, slowing her pace so as not to overtake me. Her hand wraps around mine, and I give her a soft squeeze.

Mistress and Alicia start talking about some plans for later, and I focus on the ground in front of me. Each step sends another thrill through me. Each time the breeze flutters my dress, my heart skips a beat. There's something deeply magical about my current state of minimal dress, walking through the park with two of my best friends.

I hope I can do something like this again, but maybe with a bit less paint on.