“I…I…I don’t know…not really…”
Sodden interrupted our conversation.
“So, uh, do we start discussing the play?” he asked awkwardly.
I nodded, but still remained silent with my arms tightly wrapped around my boobs and my legs as tightly crossed as my arms. I wasn’t even listening to the boys who tried to mutter some artistic ideas while also trying not to steal glances at me; I was just slugging through my own confusion and humiliation. Liang turned to me.
“Umm, Jade, I don’t want to be rude or…uh, but, well, one day or another, we will have to…uh…see…you know…”
“No you’re right,” I answered. “I just…fuck, I can’t, I’m sorry. I can’t stop hiding my body. Sorry, I just feel really embarrassed, I…”
Alex again placed a protective hand over my cheek.
“Hey, Jade, baby,” he whispered. “You can stop this if you’re not feeling well, huh?”
I shook my head.
“No, I want to do this, it’s just…it’s really hard for me not to cover myself.”
An air of “eureka” shone on Ari’s face, and he ran to the prop room. When he came back, all of my Caribbean lineage left my face as I turned paler than snow. Ari was holding handcuffs.
“What?!” I whispered, utterly terrified.
“This’ll help you not cover yourself,” Ari said.
My initial thought was to tell him to fuck off, but I then decided that his strategy was wise enough to be accepted. I nodded, almost docile.
“But I want Alex to put them,” I quickly added, cold as ice.
Alex took the cuffs from him. He took me by the arm and placed me before the gang. All six boys were in front of me, waiting anxiously, hungrily…
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked me.
“Yes,” my soul whispered.
And that was it. The moment.
He took one arm, placed it behind my back, and cuffed the hand. My body jumped a little when I heard the metal click. He did the same with the other hand, and now both were cuffed, my arms behind my back. As soon as my best friend finished restraining me, I heard a crazed yell from behind.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Isabel screamed as she went down the stage, followed by Chanel and some other girls.
“It’s all right,” I responded, smiling. “I need this right now…”
I turned away from their looks of confusion to face the gang. As soon as I saw all those faces, an instinctive urge had me move my arms to cover myself, but the cuffing stopped my movement short. That single moment gave me more arousal than anything I had ever felt before in my life.
“Alex?” I whispered.
“What is it baby?”
“Hold my arm please.”
And so he did, giving me some strength. I felt my nipples harden. Alex was touching me. He was only touching my arm. But he was doing it as I was totally nude.
That was it. I was there. Doing it. I stood completely naked. Not a single part of my body covered; from my feet to my legs to my pubis and breasts and way up, everything was exposed. That’s what I was, exposed, like a medieval prisoner for humiliation, like some whore, some low down stripper slut who kept no dignity for her bitch self. And in that state, every little detail changed everything, every detail shaped how I felt. The cold floor had me stand on the tip of my toes, and that made my body elevated, elongated and more beautiful, the same way heels would do, but heels at least covered an infinitesimal amount of flesh. Not even a single part of mine was. My hard breathing caused my breasts to bounce, offering an even better spectacle than if they remained still. It was all crazy. I looked at them, my friends, my male friends. None of their eyes scouted anything above my elbows, no, they all wandered down there. They were looking at my body. A day prior, I was Jade, their buddy, their pal, their bro. Now I was showing my whole nude body to them. It was crazy… It was crazy…
It was so good…
Oh, how Issa watched my breasts move with such shock, the same Issa with whom I spoke of girls and their stupid ways. Oh, how Sodden was seeing all of me, Sodden the geeky one who spoke rarely, with whom I had worked on so many school projects over the years. And Hugo, Hugo the clumsy one I always disciplined and ordered around, now he was drinking the delicious shape of my thighs with his eyes. And Chris, the boy with which I engaged in the most unfeminine of activities as we would both slouch on chairs to play video games all night long, drinking beer and shoving chips down our throats, now he saw me as he never did before; totally feminine and more sexualised than any female in any video game ever was. And all the others too, they were tasting my nude body with their eyes. They were taking pleasure from me as a mere sexual object, now irrevocably holding superiority over me in their clothed, manly forms. Knowing that I was degrading myself so, relinquishing that absolute equality we had cultivated over the years for this sexist, objectifying heaven…it made my head spin in a tornado of arousal. I never felt so horny in my entire life.
I jumped as Sarah suddenly appeared next to me.
“Well well…” the teacher said with a smile on her face. “You’ve got quite the body on you Jade… My, just look at those breasts! Large and round and firm…” My face turned more red than my nipples as I drowned in shyness. “You’re giving the boys quite a treat… And what’s this? You like to be cuffed?”
“No miss, I just…needed to stop covering myself …”
“I see. Also, try turning around now, you must get used to have your backside exposed to them.” Reluctantly, I turned around, presenting my bare ass to the group. And now, Alex was facing me. It was his turn to look at my body. “I have documents to tend to,” Sarah went on, “so I’ll probably be gone for the day. I’ll leave you all to work on developing the play. And Jade,” she added, turning to me. “that handcuff idea could actually be great in the play. Try building on it, alright?”
I nodded silently as the teacher left the room.
“Alex?” I asked. “Are they looking at my ass?”
“Like lions eyeing a gazelle”
I wouldn’t have had a different facial expression had hands started rubbing my pussy. I closed my eyes and savoured the moment for a long while, enjoying the knowledge that six males were ogling my bare ass while another did so with the front of my body. Alex woke me from that erotic slumber some instants later, telling me that the boys had scurried off to the stage to try and discuss the expression of it’s themes.
“What do we do now?” he asked.
“Can I sit first?”
“Of course.”
I asked to sit on one of the chairs facing away from the stage were everyone was, but he reminded me that the goal of all this madness was to get me used to this nudity. Again, I just nodded in silence. It seemed that my nakedness made me so vulnerable that no pretence of authority persisted in me. But even sitting, there was no stillness to me. I crossed my legs to hide my pussy.
“Uh, Jade…I don’t want to annoy you, but you shouldn’t cover yourself you know? That’s the point of the exercise.”
“I know, it’s just a fucking reflex, I can’t fight it…Help me please, I need something to hold me in place…”
He left for the prop room, then came back with three more cuffs. He took my arms and placed them behind the backrest, then knelt and cuffed my bare feet. He then used used the other two cuffs to tie the already locked ones to the chair. I was now totally chained to it. I pushed my toes against the ground and lifted my body to test their solidity, bringing out my naked breasts as I did. I failed to move more than a few centimeters.
“Well, I sure can’t move. Thanks.” I gave him a smile.
“Alright, well…” He was looking away from me. “Well what do we do now?”
“We talk about the play. Tell the guys to come here.”
And he did. The boys sat around me, and we discussed, casually, ways in which we could prepare the play. The conversation soon shifted to other subjects, such as movies, sports, the weather… It was as casual as conversations go. You know… except for the part where there was a totally naked girl chained like a prisoner condemned to public humiliation. It felt so strange, to look at this multitude of clothed guys trying to converse casually but failing to steal thousands of glances at my naked body. Every time they did, I felt the urge to cover myself, but the cuffs stopped me from doing so. I was at their mercy. My shivering would not stop. Not only was there nothing to cover me, but my feet were bare and thus touched the cold ground. The cuffs, metal and chilly, clamped against my ankles and my wrists, and the aluminium of the chair I sat on kept breathing it’s chill on my ass and my back. I couldn’t have felt less comfortable. And to add to all that were my buddies, clothed and free, to surround me and look at me. The discomfort made me continually move on the chair, but the restraints caused my movement to look like some sort of slow, erotic dance. My toes kept pushing against the ground, bringing my long legs higher up and exaggerating their curves. My arms pushed against the backrest, bringing my breasts out and causing my chest to move slowly and sensually. I was not realising any of this, instead gyrating in an all the more erotic manner as sweat began to fall from my body. The cold was being replaced by a fever like heat. My arousal kept on becoming greater. As for the poor boys, they just kept on trying to speak, ignoring the naked, chained slut that moved herself in front of them. The more time passed though, the more comfortable I felt. Not when it came to the restraints or the chair, but when it came to the looks. They still stabbed me with searing shame and humiliation, but at least my movements were becoming calmer and the urge to cover myself was disappearing.
Eventually, as the hours passed and a relative amount of comfort began to settle in, I asked to be uncuffed. The boys and I sat on the stage and spoke, a little less awkwardly now, of how to approach the play. I sat next to Alex, so close that the side of my leg was touching the fabric of his jeans. Our proximity caused my sweating to be all the more pluvious. I noticed he wasn’t paying any attention to the conversation. He was looking at my body.
“What?” I asked.
He jumped and turned his gaze away, acting as if he hadn’t been looking all that time.
“Nothing.”
“Come on”, I giggled, almost like a little girl. “I saw you sneaking a peek there.” Alex kept on avoiding my look. He still seemed very uncomfortable about the fact that my naked body was right next to him. I took his face to turn it towards mine, and smiled. “Hey, it’s all right. Come on, tell me what you think”.
“Well…you look very feminine…”
“Feminine? What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. Just the way you’re sitting. You don’t usually sit like that.”
Confused, I looked at myself. My upper body was forming an elegant curve, my thighs felt more pronounced and curvaceous and my legs were crossed in that stereotypically girly way; as my back formed a proud arc that brought out my breasts and exaggerated their already generous size.
“And I don’t usually sit like that?”
“You never do. Normally you’re slouching with your legs wide open, like Chris. But right now, I don’t know, it looks pretty the way you’re sitting.”
“I’m sure being completely naked also helps.”
This time around, Alex joined me in the giggle. It seemed he was starting to warm up. He stole a quick glance at my boobs, then jumped back at looking away. I found it so cute that I couldn’t help but plant a quick kiss on his cheek.
“What was that for?” he asked.
“Nothing.” Smiling somewhat mischievously, I shrugged and went back to conversing with the other boys. As time went by, my pose became all the more relaxed and inviting. My breasts were fully presented to them and I loved seeing how blatantly they were enjoying them. Whilst during the early part of the day, I had been a shy, trembling mess, now I was looking more and more like a posing model as confidence, and dare I say, cockiness grew in me. And during all that time, the corner of my eye saw the same thing; Alex’s gaze solidly fixated on my boobs. I couldn’t blame him either, my breathing made them move beautifully and the ever growing sweat made them glisten. After a whole hour of talking about the different variations of rock music, I turned back to look at Alex. He was still gazing at my boobs. I laughed and planted another kiss on his cheek.
“I’m…I’m sorry,” he apologised, shameful. “I shouldn’t be looking at you like that.”
“It’s all right,” I assured, laughing. “I like it when you look.”
“Are you…are you sure?”
Does anyone happen to have the full story? Back in the day the rest was posted in the comments.
Check the forum link. The rest of the story is posted there. I’ll also be posting the rest of the story on the blog over time.
Didn’t see that, thanks!
Please submit a gallery of Kim Kardashian’s nudes. There are dozens.
Where is chapter 2 and all someone please post everything
I read this story with great interest because the main character is all too similar to how the ex-wife turned out. When we met she was kind of a tomboy with “issues” about male and female gender role playing. But under that she was rather feminine and, as it turned out, horney and not a little kinky. Well, she fell headover heels in love with me and I guess I gave here “permission” to bring out her feminine side. Like when I bought her first bikini – she said she would have thrown it back in the face of any other man. Well, to make a long story short, she got wilder and kinkier and, when i got laid off and ran out of money, she decided it was time to move on. I don’t know. Is there some lesson in both this story and my own?