A Budding Nudist.

They had arrived back from the park around 3pm Amy passed out almost immediately and didn't wake up until well past 8pm.
When she did she saw she had a notification from her master.
She hated how easily thinking of him as her owner was already coming to her.
She opened the message and read.
"You did well today, I am pleased. Check in when you wake up."
Amy dared hope this might mean it was over.
She quickly typed a response. As much as her fingers wanted to type "go fuck yourself, never contact me again" she instead wrote. "I'm up, what can I do for you Master?"
The reply came immediately,
"Tell me about today, how did it make you feel tell me everything?"
Amy knew whoever this was was getting off on her humiliation. But hoped that by being descriptive she could satisfy whatever they wanted and end this whole thing now.
"It was the worst day of my life! It felt so wrong to leave the house in just a towel and even worse to take it off. Riding in the car naked made me feel helpless and ****. It was worse because Olivia was there, I've hated that cunt for years and I want to strangle her for going along with this. How am I supposed to be cheer captain when she has this over my head? School starts tomorrow and I'm terrified Olivia is going to show everyone the pictures she took and ruin me. Please don't make me do anything like that again. I'm not a slut I'm not some nypho-freak, I'm a virgin for christ sake! Please you've had your fun, I won't ever deliver packages for those men again I'm sorry."
Amy waited with baited breath watching the dots in the corner indicating Master was typing a message.
"Oh Amy, I know you're not a slut. Nor will I ever ask you to become one. What you are is a budding nudist. Like it or not it's what you chose for yourself. But to be clear, I didn't make you do anything. I simply gave you a choice. A lifetime of embarrassment or jail. Are you reconsidering your decision?"
Amy's eyes bulged at the implications.
"No, please. I can't go to jail that would ruin my life. But I'm not a nudist!"

"Not yet you arn't but I need you to accept your decision. Tell me what you have decided. Do you want to go to jail for moving a rather impressive amount of cocaine. Or do you want to continue to become a nudist?"
Amy racked her brain for some way out of this. Some solution that didn't involve her only wearing an orange jump suit or else being completely bare. Finding none she finally wrote out defeated.
"I want to become a nudist."

"Excellent, glad we're on the same page and very happy to help you along your journey. Few rules and some homework for this week.
Rules:

0. For now, I do not exist. Under no circumstances are you to ever mention me to anyone besides Olivia (Don't be overheard).
   1. If anyone asks You hate the feeling of clothing and don't see the big deal about nudity.
1. If anyone finds out about or asks you about your escapades Olivia is helping you to express desires you've been having recently.
   3. If you masturbate, it must be on your balcony while completely naked.

Homework: Tell your personal therapist and your family therapist about your nudist urges in private. Tell the family therapist you want their help talking to your parents about it. Do you understand and agree? "

"Yes Master, I understand and agree."