Something unexpected...

I'd started another day, it had been a week since my initial exposure and I was out and about getting a coffee, honestly my antics had almost gotten normal. With a sigh I checked over my notebook as I waited for my drink at my seat...heh, 'my' notebook, it felt funny scorning it at first, but here I was claiming it as my own.

Name: Skye Porter
Able To Wear Clothes: YES
Allowed To Wear Clothes: NO (-shoes , -purse)
Do They Notice/Care: YES/NO
Do Others Notice/Care: NO/NO (-Bethany Ray)
Freely Masturbate: YES/NO

Yes, judging by how I'd set my entry up I was fully nude, after a couple of intentional humiliation escapades I was experimenting with how just being naked felt. To be honest, it had it's merits, I didn't need to get dressed to go out for one, obviously whenever anyone looked at me it was just neutral expressions though.

All except Bethany of course, the nudist waitress, even if that was my fault. I watched her carrying my latte over with her traditionally chipper attitude.

"Joining the fun Skye? I mean, you were naked before but this is like..." She grinned, looking me and my vibe over.

"Yep, figured I'd see what it felt like. I mean you have a great time so..." I chuckled, it should be noted that I hadn't set her exception up previously, so she would notice my nudity but not particularly care, now however.

"God it suits you so much babe, we should go out y'know? Two nudist mates, we can get our nails painted or something" Bethany said, her enthusiasm was infectious, almost literally.

"Maybe, maybe" But then regret started to well up in me, sure she was happy to be like this, but it was because of me. And I wasn't sure how to feel about that just yet "Hey uh, Bethany, maybe we could chat after your shift?" I suggested.

The chipper Aussie simply nodded, flashing me a smile "Sounds good to me, come back at about half four?"

"Early finish?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Pfft, I wish. Nah it's not like I've got a uniform to change out of y'know?" And with that she headed off to wait more tables.

Watching that cute butt of hers made up for some of the sour feelings, taking a sip from my drink I told myself that I'd confess to her, to see what happens. Maybe she'd be on board with it, maybe not...

Those thoughts were cut short by a chill shooting down my spine, it was almost like that random feeling you get sometimes, but far more intense. When I tried to adjust my sitting position I realised that my legs couldn't move, not even my feet or toes. I attempted to move an arm, but that equally had no effect, I couldn't even release my grip on my drink.

I could however move my eyes, so I was still conscious...was I having a stroke or something.

"Well well well" Came the voice of a woman from somewhere behind me, sounding a little deep with a distinct rasp. The owner of the voice was soon revealed as she sat opposite to me at the table, she wasn't particularly old, but I wouldn't call her young either, maybe early 40's. She had very classical features, almost a Jennifer Connolly thing going, but with curly black hair that she had done up into a bun.

Her outfit seemed a mix of formal and casual, a black pair of heels, with a matching pair of suit pants, rather than a jacket she simply wore a shirt and vest, both equally black, the sleeves straight with silvered cufflinks featuring a design I was not familiar with.

However the strangest thing about her was the fact that she kept glancing at my body, not out of curiosity, but rather amusement. I could see her glancing at my tits, at my unshaven pussy. She knew I was naked, I could see it in her eyes.

"So, you're the one then" She said with a smirk, relaxing a little in her seat "Oh don't worry about trying to respond, we'll be having this conversation somewhere more appropriate"

My mind was in overdrive, trying to think of what she meant by that. Was I being drugged? Was she here to kidnap me?

"I just wanted to see what you were doing with an enchanted item in your uh" She gestured at the high street dismissively "Natural environment, I thought I'd be meeting someone who was a little reckless. But a pervert? My my, woman after my own heart"

Oh she was 100% here to kidnap me, she was just being chatty about it. That's when I saw her reaching for my purse, I went to stop her, but my limbs still refused to cooperate. Opening it, I watched her completely ignore my phone and wallet, pulling out the notebook.

Seeing her open it up I internally cringed "Ah I see, trying for the nudist lifestyle eh? Though from all the smudging I doubt this is your first outing. Well...that's a lie, I was observing you yesterday, how very depraved you can be Miss Porter"

Great, I wasn't proud of yesterday, even if it didn't feel good. But how the fuck did this woman know all this? How did she see that I was naked, nobody else could except Bethany.

"Okay, I'm going to let you move in a second. But I'm holding this for insurance, and just so you know I'm not bluffing-" I saw her fish an eraser and pencil out of my purse, then start changing my entry. When she was finished my shoes vanished, it could have just meant those shoes but she had the perfect tool to ruin my life, so running would be pointless.

Assuming I understood, she rubbed her left cufflink a way that felt particular, and then my limbs were all freed, though the suddenness of the release almost caused me to lose my balance. I did spill my latte however.

"O-okay, who the fuck are you?" I hissed, to which she just waved the notebook.

"We'll talk when we get there. Until then speak when spoken to, Lady Godiva~" With a wink she stood and started walking, after a moment of confusion I grabbed my purse and followed after her.

Honestly the sheer contrast of her attire verses my now complete nudity was kind of humiliating. The slap of bare soles along brick and paving verses the clack of her heels meant that even if I looked away, even if I didn't see her at all, I'd be reminded of her and her current influence over me.

The route we were taking felt surprisingly indirect, we walked down the high street together, then she led me towards an alleyway. It didn't seem particularly practical for a kidnapping, it was far too wide for one...and it was a dead end with no doors, almost like a victim of poor zoning or improper floor planning.

But she headed in there anyway, ushering me to follow despite my confusion. That's when this woman in black pulled something from a back pocket, it looked like a door handle. It also looked too big to fit in her back pocket.

Those questions were immediately out of my mind when she reached forward, placed it against the solid brickwork and proceeded to pull it open like it were a door. Inside I could see a somewhat cluttered room, dusty with books covering the shelves, certainly not the Vodaphone shop that wall should lead to.

"Please stop gawking and step inside" The woman in black said with an annoyed sigh. Biting my lip I followed her instructions, and my feet left cold slabstone and were met by the feeling of a dusty wooden floor.

I looked behind me and saw her remove the door handle from the outside, stepping in and using the door handle on this side to close what looked like a normal door behind us. Meeting her gaze I mouthed 'where the fuck?'

"Answered in due time, and don't think I don't see you getting around that little 'don't talk' instruction" My captor replied, her tone almost sounding impressed, mostly amused though. Leading me on I realised that we really weren't in a Vodaphone shop, but this place did seem like a shop of some kind, I could see books and trinkets on the shelves, but there was no common theme besides old.

Leading me into another room it was clear wherever we are was larger than I thought. We walked through a decently sized entrance hall, the floor transitioning from wood to black marble, a layer of dust remained on everything however. Finally we were in some kind of sitting room, this place was completely devoid of dust, the furniture was all not only clean, but pristine, even more impressive given that it had an early 40's aesthetic. I'd have assumed it was a museum had my captor not taken a seat on an armchair, gesturing me to one opposite her.

Taking my seat I aimed to wait patiently, thinking she'd have demands, but with a simple close of her eyes she gave me a nod. I took that as my time to ask questions.

"Wh-where am I?" I asked, trying to sound confident. Though it was hard to pull off when you're nude in a strange place.

"My home, you're in the second sitting room actually, the first is larger but this is more...appropriate" She replied casually, as if it were an innocent question.

"How..." I straightened my back and took a deep breath, another attempt at confidence that just made the other woman smirk "...how did you see me naked? The book determines who can and can't see me"

"Only non-sorcerers, surely you knew that didn't you? Silly girl" The woman in black replies, this time her tone is outright patronising. Then she detects something in my reaction and her smile dips "Wait a second, are you..."

I look back at her, confused "...am I...what?"

"You're..." She blinked in realisation "Holy shit, you're not a sorcerer yourself?"

"I'm uh, should I be...?" I'm even more confused.

"Well I kind of assumed, I mean you were using the book!" She picked it up for emphasis.

"...d-does a sorcerer need to write it?" My voice is a nervous quiver now.

"I- No, no I suppose you don't need to be I just-" She shrugged. "Apologies, I realise we're not properly introduced. My name is Hawthorne"

"Is that a first or last name?" I ask, raising an eyebrow

"Don't push your luck you little shit" Hawthorne playfully scolds me "I know what you'll do if I give you a full name"

"Had to try. Anyway so um, what now?" I look around, truly unsure now. I'm in a strange manor house somewhere in the world, I have no clothes and I'm not familiar with someone I can only assume is a fucking sorcerer. My life has taken twists and goddamn turns this past week.

Fucking magic, man...

The woman in black shrugged again "What now? Well I suppose I send you back and we never see eachother again"

I furrow my brow at her "Why? Not the sending me back part, I'd like that. But you seemed pretty determined to find me and you're just...letting me go?"

"Well I thought you'd be another sorcerer, it turned out you were just a pervert that found a magic book that lets you live out your deepest fantasies. Which you can have back by the way" She explained, before tossing the notebook into my bare lap.

I picked it up and sighed, opening it up onto my entry. I could see that she'd edited my 'able to wear clothes' section and smirk.

Able To Wear Clothes: NO (+only worn clothes vanish)

But then I tilt my head and think about something I hadn't really considered before. 'Do They Notice/Care: YES/NO' Surely if the rules of the book applied when I went out on my first escapade I wouldn't have been embarrassed, or even the second time, or any of the times.

"Hey Hawthorne, can you sanity check something for me?" I asked, glancing up at her from my book. She'd taken to looking off into the corner of the floor somewhere, but my question pulled her attention back to me.

"What is it Miss Porter?" She replied, feigning disinterest even as I held the page out to her "I'm looking at what?"

"The section where it relates to me noticing and/or caring about my nudity" I point with a finger "It says NO, but I've clearly cared a lot about it"

"And?"

"And you said that it only effects non-sorcerers"

Hawthorne was quiet for a moment, then she looked from the page, to me. "...you?"

I shrug

"A sorcerer by blood?" She was incredulous "Just kind of stumbling on a magical book?"

I shrug again "You said it"

"Fuck" Hawthorne threw her hands up in defeat "Okay, perform a...something then?"

"You want me to just 'do magic'?" I ask, kind of annoyed now, actually.

"Unless you're a late bloomer, that's fine too. I just- Okay, I suppose I'll have to offer to teach you" She let out a sigh "And yes, I'll still let you go home today"

"Teach me?" I wasn't sure what to think about that, an hour ago I was sitting outside a coffee shop, revelling in the fact that nobody could even detect my nudity. Now I'm being recruited into sorcery? Well, offered to be taught, whatever that means. I figured I had something going with this book already, but more magic? It almost seemed a bit intimidating.