Amber & Aaron: Nothing at all

They were all good choices in their own way. A mental vacation sounded great after the 7 months of relentless pressure Amber had been under, and the idea of being a homemaker seemed fun and sweet, as well as a good way to give back to her man for sticking through it all. The school outfit and the idea of going back to a simpler time was tempting too, and she was especially intrigued by the “Trophy” choice, because she didn’t know what it meant, and the implications were fascinating.

But an impish part of her wanted to spurn them all. She was sure he had something carefully planned for each outfit on the table, but she decided she wanted to make him think on his feet; see what he was capable of when she put him on the spot. So she ignored the outfits, and made her way to the bathroom. She cleaned up, did her hair, put on tasteful makeup and strolled out to the living room to wait for her husband.

Aaron came home late that evening.

“Hey babe, I’m…” He began, only to trail off, she assumed, when he saw all five outfits on the table exactly as he’d left them.

“Welcome back.” Amber cooed from her place in waiting.

She was waiting in their big armchair, turned away from the mouth of the living room.

“So...you went with your own choice, huh?” He said.

She couldn’t see him, but she knew he was leaning against the archway between the living and dining rooms like he always did. It put a smile on her face.

“Come on. Let’s see it.” He said.

Amber planted her foot and turned the chair to face him.

She sat upright and cross legged, arm draped over her breasts. It was her only concession to modesty. He’d said he’d change her based on what she chose to wear and test him, she’d decided to wear nothing at all.

Aaron sighed when he saw her.

“You just don’t like making things easy, do you?” He said.

“Nope.” She agreed with a playful smile. “So..whatcha got?”

He studied her for a moment.

“If I know you, this is some kind of test and I want to make sure I pass it. Mind if I sleep on it?” He asked, stifling a yawn. “That shoot went on all day and I’m absolutely exhausted.”

Amber stood and went to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“You sure you wanna wait that long?” She asked. “I got all prettied up. Seems like a shame to waste it.”

He planted a kiss on her hips, firmly gripping her ass as he drew her in close.

“Who said anything about wasting it?” He whispered in her ear.

Amber giggled as he carried her off toward the bedroom.

She awoke the next morning to find her bed empty and the smells of a fresh cooked breakfast hanging over the house. She slipped on one of his t-shirts, which bore a painting from the art museum where they’d gone on one of their first dates, and went looking for him.

“Good morning,” Aaron greeted her from the kitchen, where he was drinking coffee and tinkering with his phone. He wore a pair of blue jeans she was sure he’d worn most of the week, but the tight athletic shirt that clung to his muscular chest more than made up for it. “I made breakfast.”

“Awww, thank you baby.” She said, pecking him on the cheek.

She filled a plate with pancakes and sausage, feeling his eyes on her as she did.

“So,” She tried to ask casually. “Did you put any thought into….y’know, what we talked about last night.”

“I did. In fact, I’m typing it out as we speak.”

She grinned, taking a seat opposite him at their small kitchen table.

“Sounds fun!” She said, setting her phone on the table. She could check any commands he was sending her, but it was more fun when explained it. “Tell me all about it.”

Aaron smiled.

“I’d be happy to. But lose the shirt first.”

She wrinkled her nose.

“Do I have to? Eating naked’s weird.”

His grin turned rakish.

“I’d try to overcome that hangup if I were you. It’s gonna be awhile before you have a choice in the matter.” He said. “Now, take that off. I love that shirt and I’d hate to lose it.”

Amber slipped it off, folding it neatly as she set it aside.

“Lose it?” She asked tentatively.

He nodded.

“You’re not going to be wearing anything for a while. Anything you try to put on will disappear.”

She frowned.

“I suppose I should have seen that much coming. Kinda turns me into a bit of a homebody though, right?”

He shook his head.

“You won’t get the cops called on you if you go out and about. That’s not to say people won’t notice, but they won’t freak out about it or think anything is strictly wrong with it.”

She gave him a skeptical look.

“If you think I’m going out like this, you’ve got another thing coming. Magic or not, there’s no way. Besides isn’t this a little…” She waved her hand, summoning her thoughts. “I dunno, simple? It seems like you had grander plans for the other outfits you’d picked.”

“Well, I got to thinking. What’s the best way to represent nothing?” Aaron explained. “My first thought was to just blank you out. Take away your memories. A tabula rasa. But I decided that losing your personality would suck too much.”

“Awww. Thank you baby.”

He squeezed her thigh beneath the table, then continued.

“Then I thought, what is the act of getting naked? Stripping. So I sat down and made a list of things I could strip from you. Starting with…”

“My clothes. Right. But what if I have to go places? I mean, it’s pretty warm for November now, but it’s not gonna stay that way.”

“Oh, don’t worry. Weather won’t affect you either. And I made a few exceptions. You can still wear shoes, socks, stockings, jewelry….that sort of thing. Just nothing that could actually cover you at all.”

Amber rolled her eyes.

“You and your goddamn socks.”

“I like women in tall socks.” He said with a shrug. “Sue me.”

“And how long will I be subject to this, exactly?”

He gave her a wolfish grin.

”That’s up to you. Check your phone.”

Amber did, and found a notification that a new app had been installed on it. The icon was a pair of intertwined As, one blue, one pink.

“What’s this?” She asked.

“A place to track your progress.”

Opening the app, she found a list of changes she’d have to reverse. Each article of clothing was listed with a little icon representing it. Bras. Panties. Shirts. Short shorts and miniskirts. Pants and long skirts. Each was listed by name with a little symbol to represent it and each was locked.

“You see,” Aaron explained as she examined the app. “I’m going to make you earn your way back to normalcy, one change at a time. I’m going to give you challenges. If you complete them, you can undo a change. If you mess up, you get more changes. The app will give you instructions and help complete your challenges in any way it needs to.”

Suddenly, something Amber remembered something he’d said earlier.

“You said ‘starting’ with my clothes. What else are you changing?”

Aaron was practically beaming now.

“I am so glad you asked,” He said. “I’m also taking your ability to say no away. At least to me. I probably don’t have to tell you this, but nobody can hurt you, harm you or take advantage of you while you’re like this.”

The list updated again, this time with the No symbol appearing below the various articles of clothing.

“I mean, I appreciate that, but what does it mean?”

“It means that if I tell you to do something, you have to. No exceptions.”

Amber felt her temperature rise.

“Mmm...I love it when you get all assertive with me.”

“I can see that.” He said, looking over the table at her exposed form.

She shrunk away from his gaze, instinctively covering herself. Aaron only continued casually.

“You’re going to love something else here in a second.” He said.

This time, a blushing emoji appeared on the list, “Humiliation fetish” spelled out next to it.

“Oh, you ass!” Amber swore, already feeling a flush of heat at the thought of how evidently she was becoming aroused.

“I figure it’ll be fun to keep you all needy. Speaking of which…”

He typed into his phone, and a firework appeared on the list. “Orgasm control”.

“You’ll only get relief when I say so. Sorry about that, but I figure it’ll be fun to have you needy as often as possible.”

“Oh fuck you, you are not.” She grumbled. “What else? Lay it on me.”

“So you see how I’ve included all those cute little emojis to represent the changes? Well…”

Amber looked down at her list. Now it included a book. Written next to it was...she squinted. She couldn’t tell. No matter how many times her eyes gazed over the letters, they didn’t make any sense.

Then it hit her.

“Did you just make me illiterate?! How the hell am I supposed to use my phone?”

“Well, you probably can’t for most things. But you’re a smart woman. I’m sure you can figure out what all the pretty little pictures mean.”

As if to demonstrate, the image of a car appeared next to more indecipherable text. Amber supposed that meant she’d lost the ability to drive too.

“You motherfucker! Do you have any idea how hard this is going to make things?”

Aaron only grinned.

“More than an idea, babe. I’m downright building your challenges around it.”

Amber moaned. It was a little terrifying how far he was pushing this, but hot as all get out.

“Anything else?” She grumbled, crossing her arms.

“Only one more thing. Then I’m done, I promise.” He said, standing up. “Any last words?”

She looked up at him.

“Last w…” Her eyes went wide. “No! You can’t…”

Aaron looked bemused.

“Going once…”

She kept protesting.

“But if I can’t speak and I can’t write, how’m I supposed to com-”

Amber stopped mid sentence as he made a show of sending his latest command. The words rose to her lips but no sound escaped. She couldn't even form them out. So much for lip reading, she supposed. She stared up, wide eyed at how helpless he’d left her.

Aaron cupped her chin in his hand.

“Body language. Expressions. I’m letting you make soft sounds too, because I think it’ll be cute as hell.”

She glared, pushing his hand away and gave him the finger.

“See?” He said with a laugh. “You’re getting the hang of it already.”

He stroked her hair, expression growing concerned.

“You’re not that pissed at me, are you?”

Amber tried to say something, remembered she couldn’t, and sighed before giving him a slow shake of her head. She’d wanted him to take advantage of her. She’d wanted to challenge him. He’d delivered, damn him. And she couldn’t deny that the state he’d left her in was hot as all get out. She wouldn’t be much more than a decoration around the house until she reversed some of this, which she was certain he’d make as difficult as possible.

So he was making a game of it. Very well. She’d play it. She straightened her back and tried to fix him with a resolved stare.

“Alright then,” He said, relaxing visibly. “Your first task is to get down to Ocean View Beach and find me there. I’ll have your challenge set up by the time you arrive.”

Amber bit her lip. She had a rough idea of how to get to the beach. But the thought of doing it on foot or, god forbid, taking the bus, was hugely embarrassing. She felt her heat rise just thinking about it. Without being able to speak or type in a destination, taking a cab or asking for a ride was out of the question.

Aaron seemed to sense what she was thinking.

“Don’t worry, babe. No need to rush it.” He said squeezing her shoulder. “If you wanna take some time to think it over, you’re welcome to do that. Just let me know when you’re ready.”

Amber made an exasperated gesture. How the hell was she supposed to do that? And if she didn’t even know how to tell him to start the task, how was she supposed to finish it?

As much as she wanted to dive into it, she really would need to plan this out. The last thing she wanted was to get lost like this. And a more perverse part of her was excited to explore her now radically altered life a bit.

Finally, she nodded. She pointed at her wrist as though a watch were there, then tapped her temple. She’d need some time to think. Aaron seemed to understand, and kissed the top of her head.

“I’m gonna grab a shower. You’re welcome to join me of course.”

Amber shook her head. She had a lot to figure out. Getting distracting by fucking his brains out, which she was sure she would, wasn’t going to get her any closer. Besides, she had to factor in the possibility that he wouldn’t let her get off, and becoming a horny mess wouldn’t do her strategy session any favors.

“Suit yourself.” Aaron said.

He squeezed her shoulder, and left her to her thoughts.