[Episode 132418] [Episode 132418]Ranma blinked, his face turning red. "N-n-naked? Like, without any clothes?"
Akane's face was, if anything, even more scarlet than his. She kept her eyes on the ground, her bangs partially hiding her face. "That's... what 'naked' usually means, yeah. Except for the collar; I would have to wear the collar to show that I'm your... um... property."
Ranma stared dumbly at the girl who had, as long as he'd known her, never hesitated to reach for her mallet at the first sign of anything she could even remotely dub 'perverted'. He could scarcely believe such a suggestion had come out of her mouth. Actually, he couldn't believe it!
The longer Ranma stared at her, the more nervous Akane grew. Stupid! That was so stupid! Why did she have to blurt something like that out? Granted, it was one of her many slave-related fantasies... but what was a fantasy if not something you idly dream about but would never consider doing in reality? She reminded herself that this, appearances to the contrary, was /not/ one of the daydreams she might think about late at night in her room when she played with herself. This was reality! Did she honestly think Ranma was going to order her to do something so humiliating as to walk around her house stark naked (okay, naked with the collar, like that counted much)? For that matter, what in her past experiences with Ranma made her think she was capable of putting up with that kind of humiliation? Walking naked in front of her sisters, her father, Ranma's father! And that was just if her new 'Master' was willing to keep this game confined to the house? Would she even be able to stand going out in public that way? Being seen by her neighbours and schoolmates and absolute strangers and... And why was she even thinking about this anyway? Ranma was a romantic coward who couldn't even work up the guts to kiss her? If he saw her naked, he'd probably faint! (Unless he started comparing her body to his girl-form, in which case he would probably be bludgeoned unconscious; same result either way). No, there was no point in hoping for... er... worrying about Ranma taking her thoughtless words seriously. He would never have the balls to--
"Good idea, Akane. Let's do that."
HUH?!?
Ranma decided he had it all figured out now; this was a challenge, a test. He might not know much about this Master-slave business, but he knew a dare when he heard one. If he was going to be her Master, Akane needed to know if he had the guts to give her orders, no matter how outrageous, and know they would be obeyed. That was his challenge. The counter-challenge, or double-dare, was for Akane to actually carry out those orders, outrageous or not. Ranma had a pretty good idea who was going to win a contest of this sort! Even Akane wasn't so stubborn that she would--
"Y-y-yes, Master." Akane muttered.
HUH?!?
Without another word, and her hands trembling slightly, Akane stood from the bed and began unbuttoning her school uniform (which she supposed she must have been put to bed wearing after the gas attack). As Ranma stared open-mouthed, her skirt, blouse, bra and panties fell one by one to the floor.
Now... when faced with a very fit and trim, beautiful and blushing, naked girl, what does a Master... or even any red-blooded young man, say in response?
"Um... you're still wearing your socks."
Okay, that wasn't it.
Akane blinked, not having expected such a... mundane... response, but she dutifully bent down and slipped her socks off one after the other, now leaving her without a stitch of clothing on her, and only the metal collar as jewellery. Maybe Ranma thought she had cute toes, or had a foot fetish. Whatever he liked, she supposed it was not her duty to provide for his desires.
Actually, it was just the only thing that came into his otherwise totally befuddled head.
Akane's first instinct, as she stood before him, was to cover her breasts with her arms, maybe put a hand over her pubis and press her thighs tightly together to hide as much as possible in her unclothed state. After a moment's thought, however, she recalled that she was now Ranma's official property. He was allowed to see whatever he wanted of her, do whatever he wanted with her. She had no right to hide anything of herself from him; in fact it was her duty to display herself as his property... and not just to him alone, if he was going to stand by this going naked thing.
So she stood with her feet shoulder-width apart, leaning slightly more on one leg than the other, and put her arms behind her back, grasping each elbow. To be any more on display, she would have to be on her back with her legs wide apart... and she was more than a little embarrassed to realise she was hoping he would ask.
Ranma, for his part, was struggling to get past the fact that Akane was stark naked, in front of him, and he hadn't been bashed through the window into the koi pond yet. It had to be something about this whole Master/slave thing he was still trying to wrap his head around. The more he thought about it, the more he realised it was both a scary and exciting idea. Akane, his to command. Akane, who could never disobey him. Akane who had to listen to him without hitting him before he could finish. Akane, who wasn't allowed to hit him at all!
He still thought this was kinda freaky, but he was starting to see the possible upsides.
All this kind of ran parallel in his head to his reaction to seeing Akane entirely nude, showing him her body without modesty (though not without embarrassment, if her blush was any indication) on his demand, now that he thought about it. Said reaction went something like this:
'I don't frick'n believe it!'
As she stood there, the young man's eyes inevitably began to wander. They traced down from her pretty, flushed face, her smooth neck, her medium-sized breasts (smaller than his girl-form's, but hardly insubstantial) down her lean, hard stomach, the slight swell of her hips, the thick tangle of her dark pubic hair, which nearly succeeded in hiding from view her most private place (something he found slightly disappointing, and wondered if he might correct later) down her lean, hard legs. Her whole body was like that really, lean and hard; the picture of the serious female athlete. Her lifetime dedication to her martial arts training had sculpted her body into a weapon much like his own female shape, except that her mostly unsupervised solo-training left her far inferior in applicable combat skills. No doubt Akane often wished that she could have targeted her training regime in such a way that more fat cells might have been left to accumulate in her chest and hips, as with her sisters, not to mention Ranma, who had gained his feminine proportions suddenly at age 16 via the spring, thereby dodging Akane's problem. Perhaps this was one of the reasons she had resented him so long; that he could have trained every bit as hard as she --harder even-- and yet suffered no penalty in female curvature.
Ranma snapped out of his staring, averting his eyes so he could concentrate enough to form coherent sentences. "Um... okay. You actually did it. So... how do we go from here? How far does this go?"
Conditions immediately flashed into Akane's mind: 'Not outside the house', 'not in front of Daddy', 'not outside this room'... but the reality of this situation made her clamp her mouth shut before she could undermine her Master's authority. Steeling herself, she submitted her pride to his dominion... and felt an almost carthotic relief wash over her. Her pride and dignity were no longer things she had to worry about, to stress herself over. They were now Ranma's responsibility, to maintain or demolish as he saw fit.
"It goes as far as you want it to go. It's entirely up to you... Master." Akane said, almost seeming to relish the word.
Ranma scratched his head, occasionally sneaking glances in the direction of his naked slave. "Look, this is kinda new to me, I don't really get it, and I definitely haven't thought it through as far as you probably have... considering you got yer own slave-collar under your bed, I mean."
Akane felt a flash of indignation, and a familiar urge to smash him for thoughtlessly embarrassing her... but she squashed it. Ranma was her Master now. If he wanted to humiliate her, he had every right to do so. Except he hadn't meant to, she realised when she calmed her temper. He wasn't trying to imply anything negative with his observation. Actually, he seemed totally out of his element, confused and unsure of what to do next. Perhaps it was a slave's duty to help out her Master when he was behaving un-master-like.
"Maybe... I can explain a bit, Master. I'm your slave, which means I have no rights, no freedoms, no value beyond what you think of me. If you tell me to do something, I have to do it, absolutely. It doesn't matter if it's embarrassing, or improper, or... or... or utterly humiliating to me. I'm your slave, I have to do it. In fact, being asked to do something embarrassing would be kind of... fulfilling? Because when I do it I prove how much I am devoted to you, how much I respect and... and love my Master."
"Love?" Ranma blinked. "This is about love?"
Akane glanced away, a shy smile creeping onto her face. "I guess so... one type of love at least; the kind where my own self-respect and dignity don't enter into it at all; a love of total devotion. Maybe... that's the only kind of love I can really give... because I'm not trusting enough to love half-way. It has to be all or nothing."
Ranma blinked. "Whoa... that's deep."
Akane shrugged, which did interesting things to her exposed chest. "I guess, like you said, I've had a bit more time to think about it than you." 'Waaay too much time. Too many nights alone in my room with my fingers and an overactive imagination!' She thought with a heavy blush.
Ranma nodded. "Okay... um... I might take a while to figure out that heavy stuff, but for now... what about this naked thing? Like, are there any rules?"
Akane bit her lip. "For you? No. For me, the rules are whatever you say they are." v
"So like, if I said you had to go downstairs like that in front of your sister... you would?"
Akane's knees trembled slightly, and she forced them to stop. Nabiki, she wasn't too worried about. The cynical girl would probably just raise an eyebrow and tease them both about it. It was what Kasumi would think that made Akane nervous.
"Y-yes, Master, I would. Do you want me to go now?"
Ranma scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Not yet. We're still talking. What about the rest of your family, like your dad, or my dad? You gonna walk naked in front of them if I say so?"
Daddy? Oh god! What would he say? Or rather, what was he going to say, since Akane very much doubted this discussion was all hypothetical. "Yes Master, in front of our fathers... my whole family."
"And outside? If I give you Kasumi's shopping list, you gonna go down to the market naked?"
Akane swallowed. Yet at the same time, she noticed she was growing warm in places other than her face. "Yes Master. I'll go shopping naked if you order me to."
Ranma grinned "School?"
"Um... well... I think the faculty might have something to say about that." Akane grinned sheepishly. "They may let you get away with not wearing the proper uniform, but I'm pretty sure they'd draw the line at my not wearing ANY uniform!"
They both laughed at that thought. Akane smiled fondly at her master. "But if you told me to go to school this way, I would, at least until they through me out. Probably the both of us would get expelled though."
Ranma grinned. "Yeah, I'd hate that."
"Baka! School is important!"
"Are you allowed to call me a baka still?"
"Oops! Sorry, old habit."
"Heh! It's okay. Anyway, streaking at school is out. I may not care about school much, but I know you do. I ain't gonna force you to get yourself expelled."
"Thank you Master, that's very considerate of you. Now that I think of it, we should be careful not to let our... um... new relationship get too public. If word leaks back to the school that we've been 'behaving in a manner unbecoming of students' they might well expel us even if we're on our best behaviour at school." Akane said, a touch of disappointment in her tone.
Ranma nodded. "Okay then. So the rules are: you wear nothing but the collar around the house, but dress normally at school or around the neighbourhood where folks know us. Guess that means if I take you out of town where we ain't recognisable, I can strut you down the street in the buff with no problems, right?"
Akane trembled and pressed her thighs together. She really was getting warm down there... and a bit damp too. "Um... I guess so... but we might have to run from the police. Indecent Exposure is technically illegal, you know." Why was she grinning?
"Oh I think you could outrun them." Ranma grinned wickedly.
"Probably... assuming you let me wear shoes."
Ranma nodded readily. "Yeah, shoes are okay if you're going outside somewhere you might hurt your feet. Now that I think about it, might be kind of hard on you running around naked in the winter, even around our property."
Akane nodded. "I'd probably get sick, pneumonia or hypothermia. So then... always naked at home, weather permitting. Clothes are only allowed at school or in our neighbourhood. Are those the rules, Master?"
Ranma nodded. "Sounds good. Not sure I like the idea of you bein' dressed all winter though. Probably miss seeing as much of you as I'd be used to."
Akane grinned. "Oh, I think we can come up with some sort of... slave outfit for the colder months. Something that lets me keep some heat in my body, but doesn't... obstruct too much of your view."
Ranma nodded. "Somethin' to think about. Now then, I'm kinda hungry. What say we head downstairs and get lunch?"
Akane nodded shyly. This was it! She was going to have to go downstairs in front of the others as she was, as Ranma's slave. She was frightened and excited all at once... in fact she felt a drip of something warm run down the inside of her thigh. God was she turned on by this!
Wordlessly, she followed Ranma... followed her Master down the stairs to the living room to greet...
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