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STORIES 51-75
A few days ago by Melissa E
Sibling Rivalry: The New Outfit by MFSBDB
CityWolf V – Streak Surprise by The CityWolf
Sibling Rivalry: Amy Gets Revenge by MFSBDB
Sibling Rivalry: The Party! by MFSBDB
Sibling Rivalry: Payback is a Beach by MFSBDB
Sibling Rivalry: Revenge is a Dish Best Served Naked by MFSBDB
5th Stripping On Holiday with girls by Katrina
Birthdays Part 1 by Geogre
4th Stripping. 18th Birthday by Katrina
Great Stuff by Geogre
Third Stripping by Katrina
Second Stripping by Katrina
First Stripping by Katrina
"Little Slut" by Jenny M
Sales Reps by Geogre
The Empress's New Bikini by Jayne Austin
A handful of shorties by PJP
Initiation at work by Katie
Forced to show em by Me Again
15 Strippings for George by Katrina
Wife's Punishments by Geogre
More Nursing Adventures by Katrina
Strip Games by George
Sister flasher by George
STORIES 26-50
University of Illinois Urbana--Champaign by Amanda
College life... not fun by Toni
Humiliated at the Mall by Jenny M
truth or dare forced strip by Sara
shave by Mel
Pledge Party by College Girl
Karmic Balance - Part 6 - Epilogue by Mike
Karmic Balance - Part 5 by Mike
Karmic Balance - Part 4 by Mike
Karmic Bakance - Part 3 by Mike
Karmic Balance - Part 2 by Mike
Karmic Balance by Mike
An actual account of a stripping and humiliation by zipper
by Casual Voyeur
embarassed by brother by Michelle
college depantsing by funnjteacher
Cast Party: Beiruit or Beer Pong by Casual Voyeur
Bully Girls by Liana
Birthday Depantsing in the Workplace by Amanda
dared to be bare by Sara
Dirty Pranks by PJ P
Keep it going.. byUnfair torture by Jenny M
Fun with mayo by kittykat17
drunk n' depantsed by PJ Prankster
STORIES 1-25
Sibling Rivalry by MFSBDB
Stories of Revenge: Little Ms. Popular by Me Again
Julie naked by Ed
Gothic Bitch by from the web
Party Naked (from the net) by Me Again
Megan On April Fool's Day by Steve
naked run by luna
Tricked My GF by Chuck
Not much more! by Jenny
Hahahaha! by Jenny
Revenge Stripping by Katrina
Stripped at a party by Lucy
Revenge on my wife by Vince
Hen night by Jenny
wave of humiliation by sera
naked sunbather on the roof by Pheonix Ted
stripped by indians by Sonja
Hotel Games - Suprising the room service guy by Diane
Depantsed and Tickled by Jenny M
Humiliation Story : Getting Revenge by trickycat
How we got started playing by Diane
Fun with Jeremy by ravegirl
Happened to me once by Molly
The Day Molly Learned Modesty by Ellen
How I met my husband by Diane
| Name: | Melissa E |
| Subject: | A few days ago |
| Message: | Recently, I had met a guy through an internet game site where i play games when I am bored. I found out we live very close to each other (in Boston) and we met up at the Boston Common a few days later. We had planned to be intimate because we both like that kind of thing, however, it turned into much worse then that. Apparently he had brought some friends, and had them spying on us without me knowing. Now, obviously he acted nicely so as for me not to assume anything was going on, but as soon as we went into a more private area he yelled "GOOO" and i said "what are you talking about" but I found out about 6 seconds later when 4 of his friends caught and tackled me, taking my pants and dragging me back to the Common and dropping me there while he drove away. Turns out my keys were in my pocket, so I had nowhere to go until he came back a while later. Moral: dont ever meet guys you talk to online, they could be creeps and really almost hurt you. |
| Name: | MFSBDB |
| E-mail address: | danwhitell@hotmail.com |
| Subject: | Sibling Rivalry: The New Outfit |
| Message: | Amy, Charlie and Steph had enjoyed their humiliation of Tasha. The poor girl was devastated at having been stripped to her polka-dot panties in park. Alliteration aside, this was no laughing matter. Tasha had been utterly embarrassed, and Jess was extremely angry at her sister from the orchestration of this attack.
The three girls were enjoying a shopping trip. They had spent hours buying new outfits and spending large amounts of money that they had earned from their summer job. It was a sunny, yet breezy afternoon and the mall was full of people; especially elder teens similar to them, all browsing the same shops and almost buying the same outfits-unless they had seen someone else buy it first. The girls continued to shop, although whilst Steph and Amy wanted to go and get something to eat, Charlie had spotted an skirt she just had to own. It was an extremely short, white cotton skirt with red flowers on it. Sitting in the window, it just called to her! “Oh my God, I so have to own that skirt!” she smiled. “Get it on the way back, I’m starving,” pleaded Steph. “No, it, like, may be gone by then,” protested Charlie. “Whatever. You go buy it, we’ll meet you in the café in ten minutes.” said Amy, obviously as hungry as Steph. With that, Charlie strutted into the store, past the window with the skirt, and headed for the rack where she could see only one remaining skirt. Whilst it was a size too small for her, it would just have to suffice. Besides, she was slim already, one size smaller wouldn’t harm her. Charlie was a knockout. She was blonde, blue-eyed, very petite, albeit with a bosom the other girls would kill for. She was slim and fit as a result of her being the captain of the hockey team. She wasn’t particularly obnoxious like Amy or Steph, but she was malleable, and easily led by the two other, bigger girls. Truth-be-told, she didn’t particularly agree with a lot of Amy and Steph’s behaviour, but she’d rather have them as friends than enemies. As she turned, heading for the fitting rooms, her eyes beheld a lacy, red thong, which she also felt inclined to buy as a result of her materialistic nature. She quickly picked it up, and headed for the fitting rooms. She turned the corner in the women’s section, and found all of the cubicles empty, nor an assistant of any kind. She drew the curtain anyway, as she was not the exhibitionist Amy and Steph tried to be, or succeeded to be through no real fault of their own. She had not witnessed their ordeal at the party, but wished she had, as it appeared funny to her, although she had never admitted this. She dropped her blue jeans to the floor and stepped out of them. Remembering that she was going to try on some new underwear as well, she stepped out of her sky blue panties, and groaned when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, as she reminded herself that she had not shaved in a while, and had grown rather fluffy down there. She pulled the new, lacy, red thong up over her tanned legs, and immediately found that it did not fit at all, as she had gotten the wrong size in her haste. It was far too big for her slender, but curvaceous hips and simply fell to the ground and she stepped out of it. She heard a noise, sounding like a giggle. “Anyone there?” she asked nervously. There was no answer, and she assumed it was someone in the main area of the shop. She bent down to pick up her own underwear, when suddenly a hand reached under the curtain before hers, and snatched away both pairs of panties, and her jeans! “Who the fuck? Who’s there? Give me back my clothes…” she snapped angrily, “…please,” she finished, suddenly realising her predicament. There was no answer, and she heard someone running away. She stood there in shock, bottomless, having had most of her clothes stolen. She cursed and panicked to herself, when realising she still had the skirt she was to try on. She could simply explain to the cashier that she had lost her clothes and needed to wear it out of the store. It was a short skirt, and she would have been worried about showing her knickers on such a windy day. But not today, for she had none on now! She pulled the skirt on, when to her dismay, she realised that it was smaller than estimated. A lot smaller! She panicked even more, and grew flustered, pulling and pulling and struggling until eventually after many, many seconds of terror, it pulled up over her hips. Then she looked in the mirror. Not only was it excruciatingly tight, but it was dangerously short. It barely covered anything. It was belt-like, and only came down to just below her intimate areas! She didn’t even check how high it came to on her rear, but had she done so she would have been frightened to see that it hung a millimetre low enough to cover her bum. It was supposed to have been a summery, loose skirt, but instead it clung to her figure, and even dug into her skin. She blushed, and left the concealment of the changing room. As she walked into the store, she tried to avoid the gaze of the other customers, as they stared at the girl in the daring skirt. She just hung her head low and hurried to the checkout, where she was greeted by a girl around the same age as her, shocked to see Charlie’s skirt. “Excuse me,” Charlie sheepishly initiated the conversation. “I kinda lost my clothes, so I need to buy this now and wear it out of the store.” “Okay, not a problem.” replied the salesgirl, disguising a laugh. “Let me just take the security tag off.” She reached around and pulled the tag from the back of the skirt to remove it. The skirt could barely take such strain. Handing over all her remaining money, which just covered the cost, Charlie left the store in a hurry. As she rushed, she could hear and feel the skirt starting to disapprove of her movement. She took smaller steps as she walked through the crowd of shoppers. “Woah, check out that skirt!” shouted one guy. “I swear I just saw her ass! She’s going commando!” his friend responded. Charlie heard this and hurried along, her skirt grew tighter and tighter and tighter until it started to rip. Charlie’s heart jumped in her bouncing bosom as she felt it start to fall apart at the back, she broke into a run and people started to stare. Her eyes widened and she bit her lip as the inevitable happened, and the skirt ripped all the way up the back. There was a lot of laughter and sounds of people gasping and whistling as her naked bottom emerged from her tattered skirt. It was the most excellent backside ever, and many of its new admirers noticed this. It was tight and tanned, and bare as a baby. Charlie just continued to bite her lip in shock, clutching the skirt to her hips, unable to cover her revealed rump. She wanted to cover it, to put it away somehow, but needed to clutch her skirt to avoid revealing her bush. She could feel her toned, smooth ass burning as every eye just stared at it. Luckily she had trainers on, for as stupid as she looked with her bottom on display and wearing nothing below the waist but shoes, they enabled her to at least jog, as she hurried to meet her friends. In her hurry, she bumped into someone heading in the opposite direction, who seemed to collide with her on purpose. “Hey!” she cried, turning around to see them. She could not determine who it was, but was met with a great cheer. Her skirt had gone, and her reaction had caused her to reach out to grab the person who bumped into her. Her fluffy bush was on show to the whole mall! It took her several seconds to realise, before she screamed and covered her light-brown pubic area. She howled as she witnessed a crowd before her, laughing and pointing at her crotch, obviously amused by its cute, furry state. She turned and ran, her golden backside on show to everyone, and her unable to do anything except use both hands to hide her embarrassingly hairy pussy. She didn’t even look where she was going anymore, and by chance she ran headlong into a security guard, who had seen the commotion and immediately covered her in a blanket, boos ringing out as her glorious rear-end was hidden away. As she sobbed into the blanket, Amy and Steph appeared to comfort her. They called her mother and she was driven home, crying all the way as she relived every second of her famous moment, knowing her most private parts had been seen by hundreds of people. Tasha had most definitely been avenged. |
| Name: | The CityWolf |
| E-mail address: | The_CityWolf@hotmail.com |
| Subject: | CityWolf V – Streak Surprise |
| Message: | CityWolf V – Streak Surprise
Copywrite 2006 by The CityWolf The_CityWolf@hotmail.com Jeannie was terrified. She was a senior in high school in the girl’s locker room with the boy’s basketball game going on upstairs. She was wearing a raincoat, flip-flops and a Halloween mask. That was it. She was completely naked under the coat. Not even any jewelry. The mask was a loosely fitting werewolf mask, fitting like a hood over her whole head, with eyeholes, small holes around the nose and mouth. It was mostly rubber, with some fake fur decoration and a cloth lining inside. It was hot, but she was glad she had it on. The plan was what terrified her. She was to go upstairs with her friend, Sally. At the top of the steps outside the door to the game she would wait for a time-out, leave the coat and flip-flops with Sally and streak the game wearing only the mask. She would run to the door catty-corner from the locker room door, where her other friend Jane would be waiting outside that door. They would then run down the steps, out the door, into a car waiting just outside the door that another friend, Sarah, would be waiting in with the engine running. Off they would go, no problems at all. No one would know who the naked runner was. Sure, thought Jeannie. There were a thousand things that could go wrong. Sally reassured her. “Everything’s worked out. Nothing will go wrong. Remember, we’re your best friends and we will have to do the same sort of thing, so we will make sure your thing goes well.” This was a mess. The friends had agreed that they would each do something brazen. They had each written a scenario and put them into a hat. They drew the scenario first, then put their names in and picked a name. Jeannie knew there was a chance she would be picked first, but after smoking a little pot and staying up a little late and talking about some boys they knew, it didn’t seem like such a bad idea. It seemed like a colossal mistake right now. It was actually more of a mess than Jeannie knew. For Jeannie, that is. What she did not know was that it was all a setup. The other girls were mad at her. They were high school girls, so who knows why. They had come up with the idea, broached it when Jeannie was in a weakened state and counted on her being less than observant. All of the scenarios in the hat were this one and all of the names in the hat were Jeannie’s. “Come on, can’t I at least wear the flip flops?” Jeannie begged. “No,” replied Sally, “You know what you agreed to. Anyway, the flip flops would actually slow you down and increase the chances you might stumble. They aren’t made for running. Just think what could happen if you stumbled? There’s virtually no chance of falling if you are barefoot.” Jeannie agreed, but the thought of stumbling now terrified her. There was a little more to the setup. An ample supply of fishing line, with a small, light clip on one end was being held by Sally’s boyfriend, who waited for them outside the door. There was a little loop on top of the mask, used to hang it up on the store. The plan was for Sally to attach the fishing line to the loop on top of the mask just before Jeannie took off the raincoat. Naturally, the hope was that Jeannie would be about halfway across the court when the line was reeled in, so to speak. Girls can be so mean. They went upstairs. Outside the door to the gym, they could see the game going on, with a few hundred fans cheering. “Next time out, you go,” said Sally. Jeannie said “No, I have decided I’m backing out. I can’t go through with this.” “No way,” said Sally. “You try and back out and I will drag you out there, get the raincoat off AND the mask. I may not be any stronger than you, but you’re naked under that coat and have no margin for error. Come on, we all agreed.” The thought of being naked WITHOUT the mask terrified her. Everyone in her school would see her naked. It was a small town and she’d never live it down. The team they were playing tonight was a nearby rival and she knew kids from that school too. No, even chancing that she’d be naked without the mask was too much of a risk. The horn sounded, indicating a time out. “It’s time,” said Sally, as she pushed Jeannie through the door. Jeannie could not see very well, the mask acting somewhat like blinders. “Remember the flip flops,” said Sally as she took the end of the fishing line from her boyfriend who was beside the door. As Jeannie bend down kicking off the flip flops, Sally quickly attached the line to the loop on top of the mask. The trap was set. Sally pulled the raincoat off of Jeannie and smacked her in the ass. Jeannie took off running. Naked but for the mask. Jeannie heard the gasp of the crowd, and then their laughter, shouts, catcalls and whistles. She tingled all over. She could not imagine that her whole body was not turning red with embarrassment. Her feet were thumping along the court. Her tits were flopping around. She saw flashes. The camera phones were capturing her streak for posterity. She hadn’t thought of that. She was running as fast as she could. All she could think of was how stupid this was and how glad she was to have the mask on. Sally stuffed the raincoat and flip flops into a nearby trash can and grabbed the fish line from her boyfriend. When Jeannie was about at half court, Sally pulled back on the fish line and reeled in the mask. Jeannie suddenly felt the mask lift off of her head. She reached her hands up to try and grab it, but it was gone. She was scared and confused. She looked around to see who could have grabbed the mask, but no one was there. Suddenly she was naked and exposed. The shouts quickly turned to laughter. Everyone was laughing at her. She looked around. She knew almost everyone she could see. Not all of them were friends. In fact she disliked many of them and she knew they disliked her. She could see delight on the faces of many of her enemies who were reveling in her humiliation. Sally pulled in the mask, went out the door and then put a chain and padlock on it. Jeannie just stood there in terror. She did not know what to do. The mask had just disappeared, so far as she could see. She was completely naked in front of about everyone she knew. The flashing of cameras increased, memorializing her naked body, but now with her face in the picture. She saw the school guard walking towards her. She did not know what to do, so she ran towards her original destination, the far door where her friend and a car were waiting. As she got closer, she did not see her friend. She kept running to the door, but when she got there, there was a chain and a padlock on it. In frustration, she gave it a pull, but it did not budge. She did not know what to do, but now people were coming towards her. She turned and ran back across the court to her starting point. At least she could get her raincoat back, she thought. Again, she endured the laughter of the crowd. The flashes never stopped. She just kept saying “OmygodOmygodOmygod.” When she got back to the door, she pulled it but the chain Sally had put there held it tight. No Sally. No raincoat. No escape. No hope. The school guard grabbed her arm, turned her around and put handcuffs on her. He looked as if he did not know what to do, but was following the rules. He marched her towards the door she had originally run towards, not knowing that it was locked. With her hands cuffed behind her, could not cover any of her nudity. When they got to the door, she thought that if she had remembered to tell him it was locked, at least her humiliation would be done for now. They then walked towards another door, which was open and they went to the security office. The laughter continued. Her friends had counted on some camera phones, but also made sure that there were a number of people there with really good cameras and video cameras. Jeannie’s streak would be well preserved. Not everyone was at the game, but everyone had photos by later that night. Websites were created with hundreds of pictures and videos, all available for free download. There was no other school in the area, and Jeannie’s parents made her go to finish out the year. She seldom made eye contact with anyone. She only went to a few after-school events. Each time she went, someone was wearing a t-shirt with her nude picture on it or drinking out of a mug with her exposed on it. Wherever she went after high school, the pictures followed. A digital picture is forever. |
| Name: | MFSBDB |
| E-mail address: | danwhitell@hotmail.com |
| Subject: | Sibling Rivalry: Amy Gets Revenge [LATEST CHAPTER] |
| Message: | After the party, everyone had seen what had happened to Amy and Steph, after all the photos that had been taken. The two girls were extremely humiliated, and thank God it was the school holidays, otherwise they would have had to endure the humiliation of the photos being raised at every opportunity. Thankfully also, Amy’s mother had heard nothing of the incident, for her streak across the street would not have sat too well with her. This was mainly because had the truth been revealed, Jess would have certainly had to endure the consequences for stripping her sister, so neither girl was particularly hurried to tell her.
A few days later, Jess, Dan, Tasha, Jamie and Sam were hanging around in the local park. It was a glorious afternoon, the sun shone so brightly that it would have seemed a waste to stay in doors. They spent hours sunbathing, the guys in their shorts and T-Shirts. Sam had wore flip-flops, which Dan frequently mocked him about, as he didn’t believe men should wear flip-flops anywhere other than at a pool or beach. Sam was never one to be fashionable, with his long, curly red hair and heavy metal T-shirts, but this time he thought he looked quite fashionable. Whilst Tasha wore a short skirt and a thin tank top that highlighted her exotic skin-tone. She was of native Latino descent with her skin golden brown and gorgeous, complimenting her big brown eyes and dark hair. Jess wore a summer dress that typically did not show off much of her legs. They were having a relaxing time when who should appear, with Stephanie and her blonde, stunningly beautiful friend Charlie, but Amy. Amy just gave an evil look towards Jess as she walked past. “Wow she’s got clothes on!” laughed Tasha, jokingly. “You weren’t even there, bitch!” snarled Amy. “I’ve seen the photos, though! Everyone has!” “I haven’t!” said Jamie, disappointment resounding in his voice. “Man, I always miss it when something like that happens!” Amy just glared at him, and she and her friends just walked away. The sun continued to beat down upon the group, and it was decided that Tasha should go and get everyone an ice cream, as there was an ice cream van less than 5 minutes away. She took everyone’s orders and then headed merrily off down the main path of the park towards the ice cream van. As she walked, she accidentally dropped her sunglasses onto the grass, and knelt down to pick them up, when she heard a voice behind her. “Oh looky-here!” it was Amy, standing with her two friends. Tasha didn’t like them, and got a bad feeling from this. She was too far away from the group for them to see her. “Nice glasses. Thanks!” said Amy, and she ran off. “Hey!” Tasha gave chase, but for some reason, Amy seemed to give up very soon. “Fine! Have them back then!” Amy said, and returned her sunglasses. Tasha took them back with a quick smile and motioned to leave. The two associates of Amy stood to block her path. She looked confused. She suddenly realised she had been led to an area of the park where no one was around, which made her nervous. “I didn’t want your glasses anyway. It’s something else I’m after.” Tasha looked at Amy, puzzled. “Your shirt!” laughed Amy. Before Tasha could react, Steph and Charlie had grabbed the hem of her tank top, and pulled it over her head, with some resistance. As Charlie waved her top triumphantly over her head, Tasha stood there, open-mouthed, with her hands over her black bra. “I like your skirt too!” “M-m-my skirt?” asked Tasha, shell-shocked. She held the waistband of her white skirt tightly as Amy tried to wrestle it from her. Tasha seemed to have successfully fought off Amy’s hands, when an almighty tug from behind from the other two girls ripped the skirt clean in half, and separated Tasha from her garment. She shrieked as her white knickers with black dots came into view, which caused all three girls to laugh. “Nice knickers. I think you look cute in them…” Amy snickered. Suddenly Tasha felt a hand on her back. Her eyes widened in fear. “…and only them!” As Tasha stood there trying to cover her underwear, Charlie literally tore the girl’s bra off from the back. Amy gasped as Tasha’s little breasts with large, dark nipples came into view, and Tasha instantly cupped one hand over each of them. All three girls just laughed at her state of undress, and watched, yelling as she quickly ran from them. As she ran she soon found herself in public. There were laughs as this exotic girl tried to run in her flip-flops through the park, clad only in the most embarrassing pair of polka-dot panties in existence, her hands clasped tightly over her small chest, tears in her eyes. Her big Latino bottom was barely contained by her knickers, her cheeks poking out of the bottom, much to the delight of her male audience. They wolf-whistled and cheered as she ran past. Her beautifully-coloured skin gleamed in the sun like a beacon in contrast to her tiny, white briefs. She had never been so embarrassed in her life. Jess, Dan and Sam had just said goodbye to Jamie, when Tasha, trotting towards them with only her knickers on, cried out for help. Dan and Sam stood there gawking, and Jess quickly looked around for something to cover her friend with. Tasha stood there, crying, with her panties on display to the world, as Jess handed her a blanket. She wrapped it quickly around her, and sobbed. Her embarrassment was not quite over, for as they left the park, with everyone staring, Tasha discovered that she had not tied the blanket properly, and it fell to the floor, revealing her body to the world. This time, as well as her underwear, they all caught a glimpse of the little boobs she had so far successfully hidden, jiggling free as she stood there in shock before Jess covered her in the blanket again. Tasha was consoled as she left the park to cheers. In the distance, Amy, Steph and Charlie laughed uncontrollably. This was far from over. |
| Name: | MFSBDB |
| E-mail address: | danwhitell@hotmail.com |
| Subject: | Sibling Rivalry: The Party! |
| Message: | Amy was thoroughly fed-up with being humiliated. An entire beach full of people had seen her plump bottom and her bare private parts, and she had been seen naked twice by all of Jess’ friends. She wanted revenge, naturally, but was no longer prepared to risk being stripped herself.
A few weeks had passed, when news of a party at Kyle’s house spread like wildfire. Kyle was a popular, surfer-styled guy, and there would be many people at the party. Jess and her friends were all really excited about the party, and were going in fancy dress. Jess was to dress as the Statue of Liberty, and had spent the week compiling the entire costume, with the white robes, torch, tablet and a custom-made, spiky tiara. Unbeknownst to her, Amy and her friend Stephanie were planning on crashing the party. With Steph dressing as a catholic schoolgirl, and Amy in a Roman toga, they were sure to be welcomed into the party by Kyle, who made it no secret that he thought Jess’ sister was hot. The party was going well. Jess’ costume was much admired, although it was nothing compared the effort that Dan and Sam had put in to going as Wayne and Garth from ‘Wayne’s World’. One highlight of the evening so far had been watching the two in amusement as they rocked out to Bohemian Rhapsody. Most of the guys had come as 1950s style Al Capone wannabes, the host included. Dan and Jess were getting closer and closer, even if Jess couldn’t stop laughing at flirting with a drunken Garth, complete with 80s hair metal style blonde wig, and thick-rimmed glasses. There was to be no drinking for Jess though, as she knew her mother was picking her up later that night, much to her dismay. Just as Jess thought that the party was going enjoyably, she saw her sister, dressed in a similiar white robe to herself, and her bitchy friend Stephanie, dressed as a schoolgirl, her long, dark hair in bunches, and her heaving bosom pouring out over an unbuttoned white shirt. Jess disliked Stephanie intensely. This was a girl who had told a boyfriend that she wasn’t ready for a relationship, and then proceeded to date his brother just three days later. “Hi sis!” Amy greeted her, with a false smile. “Oh I see you’ve got clothes on now!” Jess laughed, with both Steph and Dan, who was stood with Jess, laughed with her. “It’s not funny!” snapped Amy, as she and her friend walked away. Jess complained to Dan about Amy’s presence, and Dan proceeded to ask Kyle why he had let her in. “Dude, did you see how that Steph chick was dressed? I haven’t seen cleavage like that since I was breastfed!” Kyle responded. “That’s sick, man. Although I have to admit, they were some pretty good-” “Good what?” Jess interrupted Dan, just as he had thrust out his hands, gesturing what could only universally be deciphered as mammary glands. “We were just talking about Kyle’s car. Cracking headlamps on it!” Dan quickly responded. “Oh yeah, I saw it on the way in! Nice!” Jess gullibly responded. They proceeded from the kitchen where they had been conversing with Kyle to the living room, where there were quite a few people. On the couch Sam was boring Laura with a speech about Star Wars. Laura was very quiet, and so there were no complaints from her about Sam’s geeky interests. Dan quickly leapt to Laura’s defence, his loathing of Star Wars providing a much more interesting argument for Laura to listen to, Whilst this was happening, Jess was making her way to the conservatory, when she was confronted at the entrance by Amy and Steph. “Hey Jess. Me and Steph were just wondering, how would you like to play a littlegame of strip poker? With us and a few guys in the conservatory?” “Errr, no thanks!” Jess replied. “Tough, ’cos you’re getting stripped anyway!” Steph and Amy bundled Jess to the floor and quickly began to pull at her robe. The commotion caused everyone to rush to the scene, where the guys cheered and chanted ‘strip her!’ whilst the girls laughed. All except for Laura. Laura may have been quiet, but she was taller than Amy and Steph, who were both about 5’4” in comparison to Laura’s tall 5’9” frame. She was not as toned as Amy, but her size was more than a match for Amy. She possessed a similarly curvaceous figure and long dark hair to that of Steph, but had almost an extra half a foot in height over her. She rushed over and pulled the two brunettes from Jess just before they could expose her. Steph rushed at Laura, whilst the gathered crowd were cheering and picking sides now that it had become a fair fight. Amy and Jess were grappling on the floor, whilst Laura struggled with Steph. Jess managed to push her sister to the ground, and decided to help Laura. Approaching the struggling girls from behind, she had a bright idea. Steph gasped as she felt a hand on her hip. Her hands locked in Laura’s, she looked into her eyes in surprise as she realised that the hands had grabbed the zip on her pleated skirt. In a flash, the zip was undone and her skirt was ripped off of her! Steph screamed as she realised she was standing in front of most of her peers in just her lacy, white French knickers. She wrestled her hands free from the laughing Laura, and quickly placed them both on her partially exposed backside. She span in a circle with a shocked look on her face, as she could see everyone she knew laughing and cheering at her in her floral-print lace underwear. She looked a picture, her tiny white shirt emphasising the fact the she was only wearing her underwear, thigh high white socks and high heels from the navel down. She was quite a big girl. Her ass was very round and her thighs were slightly chubby. She stood there absolutely mortified, trying to cover her knickers as she saw several cameras go off. She quickly recovered, and ran out of the room, covering her scarcely clad bottom as she fled. The crowd did not have much time to recover, as Amy leapt to her feet and jumped at Jess, screaming ‘You bitch!’ But her attack was a huge mistake, Laura pushed Amy off of Jess and face first to the floor. The two girls looked at each other with a smile, and reached down towards their fallen foe. Grabbing a fistful of toga each, they ripped it clean off of Amy’s body! There was a great cheer as the crowd looked down to see Amy laying in the middle of the floor, face down, with her big bottom sticking up in the air. Amy screamed and her hands shot to cover her ass, which was clothed only by a tiny baby-pink thong. The girls in the crowd were surprised to see that the athletic, toned Amy had an ass almost as big and chubby as her friend’s. Amy quickly pulled herself to her knees and moved her hands to cover her breasts as she realised she was topless. She looked up at the laughing crowd with tears in her eyes. She slowly stood with wobbly legs clutching her boobs, and turned when she heard a camera go off behind her. “Baby got back!” Sam shouted, as he took a photo himself, having seen her turn around to the previous camera flash. Cameras started flashing everywhere, and caused Amy to make a huge mistake. She moved both hands to cover her ass following the remarks made about it, which unwittingly revealed her 32C chest to the crowd, which got an even bigger cheer. Her round breasts were better than any of the guys had imagined. Her light pink nipples sprung to life as her seventeen-year old perky tits, complete with tan lines from where she had been subathing recently, were unveiled to everyone. They jiggled deliciously as she slowly moved towards the door, and her hands alternated from covering her butt to her boobs. She discovered Steph in the hall, covering her undergarments with a towel. She viciously swiped the towel from Steph and wrapped herself in it. The crowd followed with enjoyment as Steph shrieked at having her pants once again exposed, and stole the towel back before Amy could even cover herself. Gloriously on show, Amy suddenly realised she was being watched, and just fled outside, covering her boobs tightly. Steph quickly pursued her, only to have her towel pulled off by Kyle at the door! Jess was at the front of the crowd, as they watched Amy run across the street dressed in only a thong, with her friend chasing after her, trying to run in high heels and cover her panties at the same time! They did not look back once to see the crowd that whistled and cheered after them, instead just quickly running into Steph’s house across the street, absolutely humiliated. |
| Name: | MFSBDB |
| E-mail address: | danwhitell@hotmail.com |
| Subject: | Sibling Rivalry: Payback is a Beach |
| Message: | Amy was plotting revenge. She knew she must get Jess back. Afterall, she had now been stripped naked twice. The second time being in front of all their friends, and a few younger teens. She was absolutely mortified, in truth. The second time had been so much worse, especially now that everyone knew she had shaved her intimate areas completely bare. She kept reliving the moment, imagining the view everyone had of her chubby ass as it jiggled whilst she struggled with the look. She relived in horror the moment where she unintentionally revealed her pussy, and wasn’t able to hide it from view; reliving the looks of joyous surprise on those younger boys. She must have her revenge.
When it was decided that the family would head to the beach for the day, she thought it to be her perfect opportunity for revenge. What better place to publicly humiliate her elder sister, than at a beach. And the news that Jess’ friend Dan was going to be accompanying them made it even better. Amy knew that Jess had a crush on Dan, so it would be even better when she was embarrassed in front of him. The day of the trip came and the family headed in the car for the beach. It was about an hour’s drive and Amy did her best at quietly trying to annoy Dan and Jess in the back of the car, the parents oblivious to her snide remarks. Of course, their mother knew nothing of the events at the pool a week earlier, because the sisters knew there would be consequences for both of them. Amy liked Dan. He was a popular guy, albeit in an unconventional way. Rather than being the athletic jock, he was quirky with a wicked sense of humour and was always an uplifting person to be around. She however, secretly preferred Sam, who was popular as well, but had more geeky qualities, which is why Amy kept these feelings quiet. If they had been popular sitcom characters, Dan would be one Chandler M. Bing to Sam’s Ross Geller. The journey was long in Jess’ mind. Amy kept on trying to get the attention of Dan, although was quick to shut up whenever Dan or Jess made references to her recent habit of streaking. Eventually, it was over, and they arrived at the beach. They could immediately see that it was packed with people, and Amy gave a secret smile. After Mark Robertson, the girls’ father, had spent a long time trying in vain to set up a windbreaker, the girls and Dan were ready to head for the water. Once again, Jess wore her black swimsuit, with some blue shorts over the top. Amy had stripped off her white shorts and pink T-Shirt as soon as they left the car to reveal the same sensational bikini she had worn a week earlier, the yellow and red floral pattern really sizzling in the midday heat. Her mother Jenny scowled, but Mark threw her a glance as if to say ‘forget about it’. They headed for the water, and it was cold. They soon got used to it, and began to enjoy swimming, despite the water being crowded with children and old folks. Suddenly, Amy realised that Jess and Dan were getting pretty close, as Dan had his arms all over her. She looked back up the sandy beach to see if her mother was watching, but all she could see was her clumsy father still struggling to install the windbreaker, and her mother berating him. Turning back towards Jess and Dan, she had an impulse. “Hey sis! Payback time!” yelled Amy, catching Jess off guard. Amy jumped onto her sister’s back, and began to wrestle her. Everyone was oblivious to the fact that Amy was pulling on the straps of Jess’ suit, other than Dan, who simply watched with a smile. All of a sudden, Amy let off a coy scream, and let go of Jess. Jess was confused, and pulled her strap back into place. “Why’d you let go?” she said, relieved. Amy’s face was red. “No reason.” she replied. Jess knew there was something wrong. As she waded through the waist-deep water towards Dan, she saw Amy had remained fixed to the spot, her hands underwater. The embarrassed look on her face told her something. She had lost her bikini bottoms! In the struggle with Jess, the ties on the sides of Amy’s bottoms had become untied, and they had fallen off. She could see Amy looking around for her lost bottoms, but to no avail. “Having trouble, Amy?” she asked. “No.” “Why don’t you come over here?” “I can’t.” “Why not?” “Because I’ve got nothing on! Okay? Now would you please help me before someone sees…” Amy realised her mother was in the water nearby, and had heard her. “Nothing on!” barked her mother. “I’ve heard it all now! You are turning into such a slut, these days, Amy-Louise Robertson!” With that, her mother grabbed her hand and led her up the beach! Amy gasped as she was dragged from the concealment of the water, and realised her bald pussy was on show again. This time, to entire beach full of people. She heard people of her age laughing, she heard older women make disapproving remarks, she heard children laughing at the ’girl who ain’t got no knickers on’. Shocked, she even forgot about covering herself as she was dragged up the beach, her wobbly legs reluctantly following, her wet, hairless glory unveiled to all and sundry. She eventually covered her vagina with her only available hand; her mother still grasping her left arm as she marched her 17 year old daughter up the beach as though she was not bottomless at all. “I told you not to wear such a slutty bikini!” her mother snapped. The walk up the beach was so long, and even longer when you are trying to shield your private parts from the view of the public. With a scattered-fingered hand, she barely did so. Behind her, her chubby bottom glistened in the sun, free of any cover, bouncing merrily almost as though it were happy at the exposure it was getting. It jiggled with her steps, attracting the eyes of all the sunbathers. Amy fought back the tears , but was unable to anymore once she heard a young girl’s voice remark that ‘her bottom is quite big’. Eventually, she stood before her father, who hurriedly wrapped a towel around his half-naked daughter. How she wished her mother had wanted to help her rather than humiliate her. As she had removed her clothes at the car, she had nothing to wear for the remainder of the day, and simply sat with her father, very quiet and trying to avoid the gaze of the sniggering faces around her. Jess and Dan giggled in the sea at Amy’s predicament. Although Dan would never remove the image of Amy’s dimpled rump emerging from the sea and then bouncing, unobstructed up the beach from his head, he felt the sparks between him and Jess. When eventually it was time to leave the beach, the two girls and Dan walked up the path to the carpark. Amy, despite her predicament, proceeded to make remarks about Jess, and especially about Dan’s actions towards Jess. When she commented on Dan’s poor taste in women, Jess stared a hole right through her. “You know what? For that, you deserve this! Jess laughed. With that, she whisked the towel away from her sister for the second time in a week. Amy was caught out once again, and bent at the waist, causing her bottom to stick out to the admirers behind. The wolf-whistles caused her to turn around, her protruding bare ass now pointing at her sister and Dan, who just laughed; her bare pussy on display to those in front of her. Without covering anything, she just bawled and ran, her naked rear jiggling as it disappeared into the distance. Jess dangled the car keys in front of Dan’s eyes, with a cruel laugh. Eventually they caught up with her, her butt pressed firmly against the door of the car; both hands tightly guarding her privates. She looked defeated, and Jess just laughed as she unlocked the car, and Amy darted into it and got dressed, still crying, as she continued to do all journey home. |
| Name: | MFSBDB |
| E-mail address: | danwhitell@hotmail.com |
| Subject: | Sibling Rivalry: Revenge is a Dish Best Served Naked |
| Message: | Jess and her friends decided to go to the pool. It was spring, and the start of the warm weather had everyone thinking about such activities once again. The local pool was huge, and going at this time of year, before the height of summer, meant that it would not be as crowded as it could get.
Jess was so shy about her body, she wore a full bathing suit, and then wore shorts over the top, to cover her ‘fat ass’ as she so referred to it. She was accompanied to the pool by her close friends, Laura and Tasha, as well as a few guys including Dan, Sam, Kyle and Jamie. Jess was envious of Laura, who was a tall, brunette with piercing green eyes, as opposed to her seeing herself as short, with dull blue eyes. She was far from dull. She was also envious of Tasha’s Latino look, with her dark skin and curvaceous body in her bikini. The guys were just happy to be accompanying these three gorgeous ladies at the pool. Whilst none of the girls wore particularly revealing swimsuits, it was the chance that something might ‘pop out’ that was the appeal for them. Everything was going just ‘swimmingly’. The water slide there was great, and the girls had a great laugh at Dan, who screamed like a banshee on the way down, causing all the small children to change their minds about going down. They were having fun larking about, and watching Sam make a fool out of himself when he tried to impress some girls that were also at the pool. Jess recognised them for some reason. That’s when it dawned on her. They were her sister’s friends: Stephanie and Charlie. They were beautiful, but Jess loathed them. But even worse, she saw her sister with them. Was she following her? Amy was humiliated after being stripped naked in front of Jess and her friends, but she acted as though nothing was different. Dressed in her tiny bikini, of which her mother knew nothing of, naturally, she just smiled at Jess. This was her chance for revenge. “Hey sis!” Amy smiled. “I thought you were going to the cinema?” “Changed my mind. We thought it was too nice to be in some movie, so we came here.” Amy had been seemingly more pleasant after the ordeal two weeks ago, and although Jess didn’t buy it, it made a change. The girls co-existed in the pool, and the two groups merged. But then, underneath the water, Jess felt something. Her shorts! She turned to see Amy, and quickly stopped her from pulling them down. “Revenge…” whispered Amy, with a sly smile. Jess was scared, she had to admit. She couldn’t tell her friends, because if they knew, they might join in with Amy’s little stripping game, and it would be easier if she only had one person trying to expose her. Jess continued swimming cautiously for another hour or so. She acted as if she and Amy were the greatest sisters in the world. Sam and Dan had already formed this opinion, and could not decide which sister they wanted more. Kyle and Jamie however, were only really keen on Amy, for she possessed all of the flirtatiousness that Jess lacked. Jamie was most keen on Charlie, though, for with her blonde locks and stunning blue eyes, she was probably the sexiest of all six of the girls there. As with all groups of people this age, there was a great deal of flirting and playful passes. This ensured that Amy could make multiple attempts to try to remove her sister’s clothing. Each time she would get closer, but her attempts were always foiled by her sister’s quick reactions. It was time to get out, and Amy was a little disappointed that she had completely failed to even remove her sister’s shorts, thus not even exposing her legs. She found her sister’s self-consciousness so laughable, and therefore she was even more frustrated that her plan had not worked. But then she realised she had one last, golden opportunity. The changing rooms of the pool were unisex, and divided into individual cubicles which also served as lockers, for they had keys.. Jess had gone into a cubicle, and carelessly dropped the key onto the floor, which she promptly grabbed, discreetly. Without warning, she unlocked the door, and flung it open. Jess turned around, startled. Amy was disappointed. Jess was fully dressed. “Too late, Amy. I’m not that stupid you know.” Amy just walked away, and went into her own cubicle to get undressed. By now, everyone had finished changing, and gathered on the benches between the rows of cubicles. Jamie had gone to the bathroom, but everyone else was there. Jess had realised that Amy had made a mistake. Seeing that Amy had removed her clothes, she quickly headed to Amy’s cubcle, and reached under the door. In one scoop, she grabbed all of Amy’s clothes, both wet and dry. “Hey! Give them back,” yelled Amy, clearly back to being a brat once again. Jess refused to answer, which prompted Amy to open the cubicle door. She stood in just a white towel, which prompted Kyle to wolf-whistle. “As if!” said Amy, throwing a look of arrogance at long-haired Kyle. “Give them back, now!” she demanded. She swung her arm at Jess to try and hit her, but Jess moved to the side, and ended up behind Amy. With one gentle tug, Amy was free from her towel. Amy let out a high pitched scream as she realised she was naked in front of everyone. The guys cheered when they saw what was different from last time. “She’s bald as a baby!” laughed Kyle, and Amy suddenly didn’t seem so arrogant. She clutched her hands tightly over her naked, wet body, and realised that Jess had grabbed her towel, and was holding it out to her, along with her clothes. Defeated, she reached out to grab them, exposing her wet, perfectly formed boobs, and her bald pussy in the process. By now everyone was laughing and cheering. Jess slowly placed the items into her arms, and she clutched them to her chest. At this point, a group of younger kids walked past, and laughed at the 17-year old beauty, clutching a pile of clothes to her hidden bosom, giving everyone an unobstructed view of her bare pussy. This prompted her to burst into tears, and head for her cubicle. As she turned around to open the door, there was a great deal of hollering as her naked, chubby bottom came into view, and Amy gave out a little shriek when she realised the whole changing room could see it. She struggled with the handle, and her ass jiggled as she strived, causing her more embarrassment as she just could not hide it. Finally, she was able to get her nude form into the cubicle, although not before giving everyone one last view of everything as she shut the door. Humiliated, she just cried in the stall for a while. “What did I miss?” she heard Jamie say as he returned from the bathroom. A lot of laughing ensued, and Amy just wanted to curl up and die in that stall right then. “I’ll get that bitch…” she cried. |
| Name: | Katrina |
| Subject: | 5th Stripping On Holiday with girls |
| Message: | George I would like to hear more about the birthday antics as I think we could ring a few changes round here and introduce a few surprises.
Anyway most of the girls on me student intake kept in touch regularly whilst we were posted in various parts of the hospital and decided that we all a deserved holiday in the sun. Now here we are 8 student nurses in Ibiza in two ajoining self catering apartments causing mayhem wherever we go. We spend a large part of the day recovering from the night before and after a week I think we all ahd fallen asleep on the beach and woke up minus bikini bottoms ( we were topless anyway). The night clubs were fantastic and 8 nurses were welcome anywhere we did not have to pay entry anywhere. As usual in these clubs the games and competitions revolving around nudity and flashing body parts or wet T shirts etc. One of our girls got through to the final and won the wet t shirt competition one evening and as well as a cash prize and a case of cheap sparkling wine the losing finalist stripped her of her bottoms and threw them into the crowd. Her t shirt had long long at this point but the combination of euphoria and drink made her oblivious to the cheering, but what the heck she was on holiday. In the second week we were at a new club with another set of games, the usual bring up a bra, bring up somebody else's bra, knickers etc. All the other girls had suffered topless karaoke and forfeited clothing and I had until now got off relatively lightly. The game consisted of teams of 8 (by coincidence!) and various tasks like collect 8 beermats, them 8 different shoes, then out of the blue the request came out for 1 naked nurse. I did not find out until later that a couple of the girls reckoned it was my turn and were worried that we were running out of time. There was no problem at all with the DJ and he apparantly was quite keen on the idea! We were in a circle on the dance floor and I was looking round to see if there was an obvious victim but everytime my eyes met with my friends they were all looking at me. My heart dropped as I realised that I was about to stripped in public in front of total strangers. I was pushed into the centre of the circle and they set about removing the minimal clothing that I had on. You don't wear much in a spanish night club and it did not take long to have it forcibly removed. They carried me to the DJ on the stage who was clearly delighted and I was held for the deafening crowd to see. Now that was embarrassing my clothes were lost in the rush and I was given a long t shirt to wear for the rest of the evening. On the back of the t shirt it says "I was stripped at Club Loco and was given this t shirt to get home" When we eventually went from the club I read the signs outside where the stripping is a nightly attraction and I had been unaware if it. I still have the t shirt which is a good reminder of my first public stripping. |
| Name: | Geogre |
| Subject: | Birthdays Part 1 |
| Message: | Hi
Here’s the birthday post. First Part. I can’t cover every birthday but these are the ones that I was thinking of when I was writing the sales rep post. M on her first birthday at the sales company is grabbed in the toilets by the girls from administration. They strip her of her dress and slip before removing her tights as well. Now just in pants and bra she’s given the appropriate number of bumps. Second birthday the sales guys grab her, by now they’ve seen her nude a couple of times, they put her over the table lift up her skirt and pull down her panties. They give her a number of smacks with a ruler. The main one happened in year four, it was her 35th birthday. She was sitting at her desk doing some paper work. She’d managed to keep out of everyone’s way that week just in case. She was actually going to be away on holiday on her birthday. The admin girls and packing girls quietly sneaked up to her. Next thing M knows is that she’s been wrestled to the ground. Shoes off, dress being unzipped, and pulled down. Then they get to work on her slip. Laying their in self-supports and knickers and bra she thinks that’s it. Begins to panic when they drag her up off the floor and start pulling her out of the office area and down to packing shed. She’s seen a few packing girls being initiated, having to run the shed in underwear, or topless, heard tales about birthday suit runs on birthdays. At the door she feels hands around her nylons and they are pulled down and off, then horrors of horrors some one undoes her bra clasp whilst another set of hands pull down her panties. Still being held she’s fully on show to the women. The shed door is open and she’s pushed through with the comment ring the bell if you want to be let back through. The packing shed comes to a halt, cheers go up, and guys whistle. M covers best she can and runs down the length of the shed for the truck entry gate. There she rings the bell which sounds around the shed and then turns tail and runs back. By now a gauntlet as been form and the guys grab at her pulling arms away. A good few get glimpses of pubic hair and naked breasts. All get a good look at naked bottom. Some years later, Ms sent my wife a nice bunch of flowers and some smelly stuff for her birthday. My wife calls in to say thank you. She’s met Ms work friends on social nights out. Some one says we’ll have to give her the bumps. The atmosphere changes and before my wife can run Ms smile communicates all. They grab my wife and before she knows it she’s down to her underwear. The others think that’s it but not M. The bra and panties come off as well and then she says get her up and bring her along. They drag her through the building, Beth now panicking, she dragged past two sales guys who turn and follow the group. The bells a big red button at the end says M and my naked wife is pushed into the packing shed. The place goes ballistic with new unexpected meet to feast on. My wife covers best she can and runs for the bell. Having to reveal all briefly to ring it. Turning to run back she now see the gauntlet forming and as the task of reaching safety without being too badly groped or molested. Well her arms are grabbed and pulled away, the whole place gets to see everything, and I mean everything. More later, |
| Name: | Katrina |
| Subject: | 4th Stripping. 18th Birthday |
| Message: | Great stories George it looks like it's just you and me that have got anything to say at the moment.
My 18th birthday started out pretty normal at work until I went to get changed. I was on an early shift as we were all going out to celebrate my birthday. I was gettting serious wind up from everyone in the hospital with unbelievable promises of what was going to happen to me. Suffice to say that I was threatened stripping, forced streaking, shaving, and embarassing trips to various parts of the hospital including a simple handover to porters. As it happens nothing happened at the hopital until I got to the changing room. My colleagues had obtained an empty trolley which covered will a towel, gaffer tape, handcuffs, a shaving tray, lacy top stockings and a disposable camera. I got the fright of my life and changed out of my uniform. The girls were winding me up as it was only a joke to unsettle me.....it worked. The arrangements were that we would all go out and celebrate then go back to the flat for more drinks. We had a lot to drink at the pub and we were soon home for more drinks. A drinking quiz game was suggested with a forfeit of an item of clothing or a drink to be down in one. If you did not manage the drink in one then you still forfeited an item of clothing. Great idea except since it was my birthday I would go first and also be the only player. I was set up good and proper I did as best as I could and started getting questions wrong and therefore getting drunker very quickly. I soon began to lose items of clothing regularly and was getting drunker and drunker. I soon forgot about anyone else being asked any question as I was given more drink and had clothing taken away. I was like a lamb to the slaughter and after half an hour was well drunk and had been stripped naked. I do not remember much after this but I know I was shaved completly of all pubic hair and I have seen the photographs of it happening although it was pretty obvious. There are numerous photos of me in the corridor naked being held up. |
| Name: | George |
| Subject: | Great Stuff |
| Message: | Great Stuff Kitrina, here's another small set from me. I have started trying to catalogue the tales that the girls tell fairly regularly. I've all started a list of the things i've personally witnessed over the years. These posts will follow over the next week or until such time, as Dan's had enough of us hogging his broad.
Thanks by the way Dan for supplying back copies. Saved me having to re-type them. But since my wife and daughters read them , a few corrections need to be made, I'll do this at sometime. Hi I thought you’d all like to here about my granddaughters very recent initiation into nursing. Nursing these days is very different to my days. For one they go to university and don’t see a ward or patient for nearly 18 months. So, this amongst other things such as health and safety rules as really put pay to hospital based initiations. My granddaughter decided that she did not want to train in the North East. She didn’t want to come across her mother, aunt or grand mother or friends. So she’s training in Birmingham. Well she’d been there for about three weeks when the residence she was staying in was involved in Rush Week. Basically raising money for local charity. The girls asked the boys what they’d pay to have a topless photograph of them. The girls earned just under £200. Well you guessed the con, the lads got a photo cut in half in the right place leaving just the girls bottoms on show. Some guys took exception to this, their first victim was a girl from the second year they grabbed her and stripped her down to panties and bra and where carrying her downstairs to put outside when she was rescued by a group of friends. The next girl wasn’t so lucky she was stripped to underwear and put outside, the door being security card code she had to wait until someone came and let her in. There where another couple of incidents. Then came my granddaughters turn. She was jumped in the common room by four guys. She said she didn’t mine this since one was a guy she had a bit of a crush on. They pulled off shoes and socks, where very careful pulling down jeans not to take panties with them. They then pulled up jumper and t-shirt together to be amply reward when they discovered that my granddaughter had no bra on. They where so surprised that it give her the opportunity to escape and she dashed back topless to her room. A month or two passed, getting near Christmas, they’d all gotten to know each other very well and already they’d be a number of couples formed and split. One night my grand daughter was studying in her room and she heard a commotion from outside. She opened her door to see what was going on and found two of the main pranksters in novelty masks pulling up girls skirts or pulling down jeans. She went to help one off her friend who’s skirt had been pulled up. Next thing she knows is that she’s on the floor herself and her jeans are being pulled down. Her friend tries to help by pulling off the guy striping her but all this does is serve to make him lose concentration and dexterity and grand daughters panties come down as well. She’s laid their with black bush on show, she screams covers herself but not before everyone as looked. She darts back into room, mooning. In the new year she’s cook a super late on with girl friends. Suddenly the kitchen door opens and the guys come in shouting panty raid, they each target a girl, and leave one guy over. Each guy targets his girl friend with exception of granddaughter who doesn’t have a boyfriend. The first two girls are quickly stripped of jeans, panties, shoes, socks leaving them naked below waste. My granddaughter struggles, a guy says she loves it, and before my granddaughter can react extra pairs of hands come into play. She gets an accidental, well not so accidental grouping. Her jeans and panties come off and she’s left there with the others bottomless but only for a minute. The girls with her smile, grab her and strip the top half off. Now naked she dashes for her room, straight into the lads who’d come back waving their trophies of earlier. That’s the ones I know about so far. |
| Name: | Katrina |
| Subject: | Third Stripping |
| Message: | For my third stripping I was guilty in being more than a little naive. I had announced to everyone the previous week that on that particular Thursday I would have been nursing exactly one year.
I now know to my own and other's cost than us nurses only need a thinly veiled excuse to be involved in further devilment. On the day in question I had been asked to help make up the bed in the single ward ajoining the main ward, the other nurse and myself were putting the sheets on as you do and working away as normal whn she grabbed my wrists and pulled me over the bed. My squeal attracted another member of staff into the room who asked what was going on only to be told that I was exactly one year as a nurse and we should be arking the occasion. By this time the room was filling up fast and I was still held over the bed bent at the waist with my feet on the ground. I was pretty helpless and knew something was going to happen. My shoes were removed and my uniform lifted up to reveal my panties and tights. I heard someone say that I should be undressed and I was set about. Still helpless over the bed someone reached round me and unzipped my dress and it was pulled clear over my head, at the same time my pants and tights were easily taken away as my legs were now held out level with the bed. In the middle of all this I could feel my bra being unhooked and slip over my outstretched arms and within a couple of minutes I had been stripped naked. This was my first experience of an unplanned strip. It just happened on the spur of the moment. I eventually was released but all my clothes had been taken away after a few minutes my uniform was passed through the door. I had to finish my shift like that and my underwear was hanging up in the changing room at the end of the shift. It took me by surprise that day just how little excuse is needed and have used that many times since to get my own back. |
| Name: | Katrina |
| Subject: | Second Stripping |
| Message: | This is the second stripping as posted previously. I had not posted the first as compared to what was happening to George's family mine had been a relatively minor experience. I should have realised that they would be making me comfortable and reduce the expectation so as to get me off guard, this is what happened and this is the story.
When I was accepted to be a nurse my mother did warn me to keep an eye on the rest of them and try to avoid being enticed into the bathing rooms, but just generally be on my guard. I started and the usual chat brought out the fact that since my mother was a nurse then I should be aware of what was in front of me despite mu initial initiation I thought I knew. The problem that at that time i did not. During the first few weeks I could hear the screams of my fellow students as they were one by one picked off and put in the bath. Some got off lightly and were put in the bath fully clothed when they were given a choice, however light everything in life it did depend on who was doing the initiation and what they had endured in the past. I was grabbed in the changing room immediately after an early shift and actually carried through to the room where there was a large crowd waiting. I was given a choice of being of being dunked in my uniform, naked, or in my underwear. I did not want my uniform soaked I had my watch still pinned on it and a couple of pens so I made a decision to go in my underwear. I had a nice matching set on and hey it could not be any different than being in a bikini could it? Lesson one for student nurses do not expect your colleagues to stop stripping you once they have started. They removed my uniform with no resistance as agreed but then when it was removed over my head it could feel my bra being unhooked. My arms were caught up as the sleeves were pulled slowly over and someone started to pull my panties down, I though it might just be a tease for the audience but they did not go back up. I was trapped inside as they just held me there and my panties were pulled slowly down over my knees, at this point I was helpless and knew I was going to lose them. As they were pulled over my ankles and away from me the cheers were deafening in the room. The bra just came away with my top as they resumed the removal over my head. Now that is embarrassing to be totally naked in a packed room of workmates and colleagues , still held knowing that you have to be put in a bath of freezing cold water. I protested and struggled but this upped the entertainment for all these onlookers. The girls easily lifted me up by the arms and legs up high and placed me in the bath, god it was cold. Again the room was loud with cheering and my screaming. I tried to splash my initiators with the water and caught a few third years quite well I thought. Lesson Two don't splash third years when you are naked in a crowded room full of people lokking for more entertainment. They don't need encouragement to humiliate students but the suggestions being shouted out from the crowd worried me as I was lifted clear of the water. Predictably there was no towel, most of my student friends had to make there way back to the changing rooms soaken either clothed or naked, it was a short run but had been done before so I was prepared for it, anyway I had nothing to hide. However I was still being held as suggestions of shave her, take her to the doctor's room, tie her to a trolly, we will take her off your hand (porters, or do it again). The third years put me in a wheel chair and covered me with a sheet and took me to another ward at the other end of the hospital. Nobody will defend you as they do not want to be next on the list. I was tied to a bed much the same as the girl that George found in a side ward and left for about an hour. They must have used their break time already so I was being put on hold until their next opportunity. When they arrived to see me their numbers had swelled and I reckon every third year in the hospital was in the room. The third year from my own ward was there and she had been given the "honours". Lesson three. The honours are for them not for you. My limbs were intied and my legs were lifted and separated ready to be shaved. I kept myself pretty neatly trimmed there but that was soon to be undone, I was very gently shaved of every pubic hair and silently given a lesson of not to mess with third years. I was informed that I would now be top there list and would have to be on my best behaviour as there was no end to the list of "punishments" that I would have to suffer and that I was getting off lightly. Visiting time was coming up so I was given the choice of finding my way naked back to the ward of being taken back in the chair by a porter. Since I had no wish to running naked round a hospital I chose the porter. Lesson Four. Do not let a porter wheel a naked nurse albeit covered with a sheet back to the ward. Porters cannot possibly take a nurse straight back without displaying their trophy to their colleagues. I had to stand and turn in the porters horrible little area I thought I saw a camera and would not be surprised but eventually they dropped me off just short of the changing room so they could squeeze one last streak out of me. I have to say that despite the trauma initially the initiation ceremonies do break the ice and prove that everyone is in the same boat, nursing is such a intense profession that these pranks do relieve some of the tension and since everyone is "done" then nobody feels victimised.......unless they want too. We had a couple in our year that in hindsight I think they actually encouraged it, but that's enough fo now I did not think I would ever tell that to anyone but I feel the better of it now. |
| Name: | Katrina |
| Subject: | First Stripping |
| Message: | Well Done George you have probably posted the ultimate posting with all the various strippings. We thought we had it bad however you guys seemed to have a lot of fun.
I am going to put a little more detail on each of my experiences so here is what happened to me on my first day at work. As you know my mother was also a nurse and some of her experiences are posted on this website. On my first day I was welcomed to the ward as usual a couple of the older nurses knew my mother well and had either made up their mind to initiate me quickly or somehow get back at my mother, I never did find out! I knew something was afoot as part of the fun is to wind up the new student and have people grab you and say "just kidding" or "next time". At the shift changeover there are always more staff around so I have found out this is the best time if it is to be done during the day. I was asked by sister to carry some spare towels with her into the bathroom and I trusted her and followed her into the room. Well you have guessed I fell for the original setup and was pounced upon. The bath was full already to the maximum of ice cold water and I knew pretty much was going to happen next and tried to get loose but there was far too many and despite my struggles I was well overpowered and helpless. I felt my shoes being removed and the zipper pulled down on my uniform and it was easily pulled over my head. I was dunked into the water in just my underwear and the bathroom emptied quickly. They did leave the towels and my uniform so I was able to get dried and dressed before returning to cheers at the ward. It must be said that the whole incident actually changed me and I kind of enjoyed the attention as well as my helplessness, I did now trust them and even helped with another couple of students shortly afterwards, I enjoyed that too. I have a full account of my second encounter, it was a few weeks later and I had built up some trust and obviously some confidence that was noted. I think it might have been noticed that I was "up for it" however that can be read as a previous posting and you will notice the difference. George you must keep up the good work, sounds as if you have either exhausted your supply or just starting if you can persuade them all to give the details. |
| Name: | Jenny M |
| Subject: | "Little Slut" |
| Message: | So after my friend Haley totally depantsed me at the mall (my previous story) I stopped talking to her altogether and was so mad I was determined to get her back somehow. A few weeks passed and I got the opportunity at school when I saw her smoking in the girl’s room between periods and told on her. She got caught and suspended for 3 days. I was not exactly popular with her and her friends after that so she set me up but good. Instead of getting her back I’m the one once again who wound up getting ganged up on, stripped, and humiliated again.
A few days after Haley got back to school this guy Jeremy asked me to this party. I had a crush on Jeremy and we had hung out after school a couple times in the past. But, as much as I was hoping for thing to happen between us he broke things off with me before they ever really got started. He said he wasn’t ready for anything more yet (which really meant he liked someone else). So when he asked me out this time I was really happy and excited. I bought a new pair of over priced Lucky jeans that were low cut and hugged my ass just right. I spent a lot of extra time that night getting myself ready, doing and redoing my hair and make up. I looked good. He picked me up and we went to the party. It was packed with a lot of kids from school and friends. The DJ had the crowd going and everyone was dancing and having a good time. I was getting drunk on rum and cokes and everything was great till Jeremy disappeared and I saw Haley and some of her bitch friends appear in the crowd laughing at me and making fun of my look. At first I just ignored them hoping Jeremy would reappear soon. Between the drinks, the crowd, and the loud music I sort of lost myself in the crowd searching for Jeremy. Next thing I know I am surrounded by Haley and her friends. They circle around me and start pushing me around. I yelled, "Quit it!" as they closed in on me. It was then I saw Jeremy, and a few of his friends standing on chairs on the side of the room watching as if they knew something was going to happen. Haley’s bitch friend started shoving me while they all started talking trash to me saying Jeremy was her boyfriend and I was a slut and a whore. Next thing I know all 3 of them are trying to get my jeans unbuttoned and pulled down. I yelled, “Stop it!!!” while trying to stop them but eventually they got the button undone so my jeans were loosened. Screaming, “No!!” I fought hard trying to keep my jeans up above my butt, but it was 3 against 1 so I didn’t have much of a chance. I held them up as best I could but the girls kept pulling, and knocking my hands away until they got them down to my knees. They kept pulling seemingly intent on getting them completely off of me. I was so embarrassed I dove to the ground trying kick lose from their grasp and keep them from getting my panties too. They eventually got my jeans off and took them away. I looked up to see the guys laughing at my lime green cotton panties. Haley started making fun of me purposely making a big fuss wanting to know if my pussy was shaved or bushy. They grabbed me and tried to get me up. Then they tried to get my panties off pulling them down way past my ass in back but I wouldn’t let them get them all the way down. I held them up in front as they began pulling at my shirt now. I started to realize that I might get stripped completely naked in front of ½ the school. They held me up from behind forcing my arms into the air just long enough to yank my panties to my ankles. In a flash of horror the crowd roared as they all got a glimpse of my exposed pussy and ass. The girl holding me from behind roughly pulled my shirt and bra up to my arm pits causing my breasts to pop out in plain view of everyone who could see now. My arms were being held above my so there was nothing I could do except scream as I got shook around causing my tits to jiggle and swing for everyone’s viewing pleasure. My shirt was pulled up over my head so I could not see but I think it was Haley. She reached in and began pinching and slapping my tits calling me chubby little slut. I had gained a little weight since we were friends but I was not fat. Held naked in front of everybody she taunted me with humiliating comments about my body as she groped and prodded various parts of me. Spurred on my some of the enthusiastic cheers from the group she reached in and cupped my crotch as I struggled to crouch down and get away from her humiliation. Thing continued as I got spun me around and roughly slapped on my naked ass cheeks a few times causing me to yelp in pain. Stripped of my only remaining clothing, my shirt, I was then forced to bend over. My ass got spread as one of the girls pushed my head down from behind. I could not see anything but there was laughter and I felt hands on my breasts, and random gropes of my pussy and butthole. Finally Jeremy, of all people, stepped in and said enough. He shoved his way through and picked me up and took me to his car. I was stark naked still! Once in the car he said he was sorry for what happened. I was embarrassed still because he was looking over every inch of my body as he talked to me, and never even offered to give me something to cover up with. I kept begging him to go get my clothes but he said he wanted to fool around with me first! I said no way so he said if I didn’t then I had to get out of his car! He said that if I gave him a blowjob he would get my clothes back and drive me home. He was very persuasive, and in my desperate condition I finally gave in. He made me suck his big hard wiener right there in the front seat of his car as he groped my ass and breasts. With his big one pumping in and out of my mouth after a while I felt him tense up and then eventually he exploded in my mouth shooting a huge load in my moth and on my face. At this moment I suddenly saw a flash, then another, and then another. With cum dribbling out of my mouth and all over my face I looked up to see Haley, along with a few dozen others all around the car looking in, laughing and taking pictures! Jeremy started laughing now too and as if it was a nightmare that would not end I was dragged from the car naked, with seamen on my face and carried by Haley and her cohorts to a flag pole in from of an elementary school down the street from the party. They tied me to the pole and wrote, “SLUT” on my chest and left me there. After what seemed like hours I struggled and pulled myself lose from the ropes and freed myself. I ran all the way home naked, using bushes, trees and the shadows for cover. Those humiliating pictures surfaced all over the next day at school and everyone calls me a “little slut” now. |
| Name: | Geogre |
| Subject: | Sales Reps |
| Message: | I said I would post some of “M’s” adventures. M was the sister who became a sales rep. She tells the following tale(s) often, when the girls get reminiscing.
She had worked hard to get her figure back after having her baby. She felt unable to go back to work as a full time nurse. A friend said they knew a medical supplies company that was looking for a sales rep. Back in those days reps where all men. M went for the interview, being surprised she gotten an interview, and was more surprised that she got the job. The first few weeks she worked with different guys learning the product line, the pitch, and just how to do the job. She’d been around a few times when the guys had gotten up to hi-jinx. I won’t spoil the fun by saying what here. Anyway she had made her first order. A small nursing home who had ordered from the company before but tended to shop around for the best deals at the time. Not being big enough to command a discount for staying loyal. The boss congratulated her and the guys in the sales office applauded her. Then the head sales man said that she now had to carryout the first sales ritual in order to keep the great god of sales happy. Sales staff apparently are very superstitious. M knew what this ritual involved for guys, she had seen it during her first/second week. The guys seemed to be egging her on. She felt that she need to be part of the team since she was working on commission and hadn’t yet built up her own client base. The care home had been given to her by the husband of the friend who’d pointed her in the direction of the job. She clarified the nature of the ritual and the guys said they where happy with her proposal. She stood up kicked off her shoes and the guys started to slow clap quietly. She then reached behind her back and pulled the zipper of her dress down. The clapping getting a little louder and faster. She then pulls the dress off to be in her slip, and the guys start chanting “Sale, sale, sale” as well and she then walks up to the board and puts it up on the broad. The guys applaud her and give her hugs and kisses. Over the next couple of weeks she was still finding it impossible to get her own business. One of the guys said that he had two time wasters that she could have and if she turned them to sales he didn’t want a cut. “Great” M said. Just one catch says the rep, if you get a sale from them you have to write it on the board in just knickers and bra. M blushed a little and agreed, I think the next day after a sleepless night. She had to confirm the deal in front of all the other sales reps, so there was no backing out. The general public may be right about not trusting sales staff, but to each other their word is their humour so to speak. Well M turns out to be a great sales person. And takes down both sales. The end of the week comes when the sales reps are putting up their sales on the board it comes M turn and she stands slips off her shoes, undoes her blouse revealing slip, takes off her skirt and then her slip. She goes to write up on the board but the guys make her take off her nylons as well. She does noting the terms of the contract. The guys all give her hugs and kisses once more. Over the next few weeks each guy in turn gives her a time waster lead. Nine times out of ten she turns them into sales. So she spend a little time each Friday in her underwear. One guy had her put the sales up in heels, stockings, suspender-belt and knickers and bra. The guys being driven wild. The head sales men came to her one day and said that his book was full and he had to ditch a repeater. He said she could have it. Explanation here. The sales staff where on commission only to a maximum income per month. The head sales guy was above his commission so he was wasting time servicing a contract which didn’t really pay him. The idea was to have two or three big repeaters who made your bread and butter so you only had to work minimum hours. A repeater is a customer who as a standard weekly order or at least monthly. So a repeater even a small one which it was would be great for M. M thanked him and asked what back door slice he wanted. Normally what would happen is that the top sales guys would ditch a sale to the junior if they where over book and take a back hander. The head sales guy, whispered in her ear. M really did blush asked for time to think about it and was given an hour. She said yes, with a proviso, the head agreed. The end of week sales meeting came and M’s turn came around. The head sales guy said for the guys to leave the room, which they all did, including the head. The room had a large internal window. M locked the door. All the guys thought that once more she was stripping to underwear as they looked in through the window. M striped to her underwear and then removed her bra, then her knickers. M now had enough money coming in to make going to work worthwhile. She also liked the camaraderie. She’d turned a good few of her time wasters into small repeaters, she managed to get the odd additional order out of the rest on occasions. But she’d not brought any new business into the company. One day driving around she spots a new building being built. It turns out to be a residential home for naughty boys. She pitches up to the residential homes manager and gets a new business contract out of it. The head sales who was very superstitious. M says to the point of having Obsessive Compulsive Disorder insist on the ritual to the god of sales be preformed, for new business. This is explained to M who becomes very bashful. She’d done another naked board and a topless one I think but always with the guys locked out. Anyway, M is persuaded to do the ritual. Mainly because at this point in time her marriage was on the rocks, she was very low, and she needed the income to protect her and the little one. Her hubby drinking mostly what he earned. The Friday sales meeting came. M enters the room pushing the tea trolley. The ritual requires that she serve each guy a cream cake which she’s brought and his tea. Normally they just had biscuits and occasionally if it was some one birthday (that reminds me, must tell you about birthdays) chocolate biscuits. The guys give M and good looking up and down. She was use to there looks by now. She finished by serving herself and the meeting proceeds. She walks out front and puts her new business sale up on the board not needing to undress. The meeting finishes, the guys clap and applaud, and cheer. M stands quickly and covers her naked breast and black pubic patch, and runs out to dress. After this M becomes part of the core sales team. New sales men come and go, not making the grade. M slowly builds her own book, with help. The cost of which was spending another sales meeting in the nude, running around the café where they had their lunch in just underwear, a nude drive from the hot dog stand to a round about and back. They’d wanted her to do the streak around the stand but M said no. She had to get in her car, strip off passing her clothes out. M said that she only did this, all of it that is, because she was so low. Her self-esteem was shot. But ironically, as she always says, “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. She’s a very determine lady but having a son, and life experience took away the nastiness of the sister and made a very pleasant rounded fun loving person. One achievement kept alluding her, well two actually. Taking a major contract off their competitor and being the leading sales. She heard that the local hospitals maternity unit was dissatisfied with the competitors products. She worked on the manager relentlessly. Eventually they caved and gave M the business. It was a big repeating contract but still not big enough with all her others to give her the head sales position but she’d worked her way up to number two now. The head said that she’d have to perform a ritual in thanks to the sales god. The next Monday morning the sales team line up outside the front door at the buildings railings. They where on a busy road and pedestrian way. The naked figure of a women appeared from the female toilets and walked towards the front door. She took a deep breath pulled it open and took to her heels. Once around the building. All the other staff being alerted to this ran to windows. The truck drivers hooted their horns which made the pedestrian walking by look. After this it was a battle with the head sales. The battle raged for months. Perhaps I think nearly a year. She’d been at the company about 4 years by this time. She’d been back in my wife’s life as a friend for perhaps the last one of these. Eventually she did it. She’d become lead sales and the new head. The old head said that she’d needed to perform a ritual and then she’d be the one dishing out the rituals. She was very nervous about the ritual. The guys had her strip naked and then blindfolded her. She was expecting a groping but no. They gave her a warehouse coat, one of those brown things. Took her by van to who knows where. She was told to remove the coat which she did. She expected that it was the hot dog stand. The back doors where opened. The blindfold removed. She’d been told she see a building a head of her, she had to run around it and get back in without being caught. The last bit sounded great to M. The building, no not theirs but the main competitor. I’ll right about the birthdays another time. |
| Name: | Jayne Austin |
| E-mail address: | jayneaustin37@fastmail.fm |
| Subject: | The Empress's New Bikini |
| Message: | Some girls really do ask for it. At my local comprehensive school, the one who asked most was an 18-year-old sixth form girl named Germaine. She just about got up everyone’s nose. Not that I am saying she didn’t have talent, because, quite clearly she did. Her main talent lay in her ability to swim well.
At every school swimming gala she would be there strutting her stuff and winning most of the girls’ prizes. She just loved putting all the other girls in the shade. She did a lot of training so she had a really good figure with boobs which were quite big for a girl of 18. A lot of the boys loved watching her swim, not because they loved her swimming particularly but she did look good in a wet bathing costume. She mostly antagonised the other kids in the sixth form, so after one particularly nasty spell of self aggrandisement at the expense of some of the other girls in the class, a group of her classmates decided she should be taught a lesson. They met together and thought up a plan. In two weeks’ time the annual school swimming gala would take place. This was a huge event held in the local swimming baths as the school pool was too small to hold all the children and their parents. The most popular event at the gala was the “Design your own swimsuit” event. The actual swimming was just four lengths but the fun consisted in the variety of bright costumes which the kids were allowed to wear. They were supposed to make them themselves but it was well known that many bought them from the local shops. Germaine’s class decided they would hold a raffle just before the gala and one of the prizes would be a bright bikini which Germaine was going to “win”. Two other sixth form girls, Chris and Olivia, met in Chris’s house and borrowed her mother’s sewing machine to make the bikini. Germaine was the same age and about the same size as Olivia so she was to act as the model for the bikini. The kids had clubbed together to buy the things needed: a yard of plain, special material and some colourful cord. Chris cut out the bra top and tried it on Olivia for size. Then they stitched the cord all around the edge of the cups and left ties at the top and the back. They cut out the bottom of the bikini and ran two cords along the top to tie at the sides. They ironed it, wrapped it in tissue paper and put it in a box. After the raffle tickets had been sold for school funds all the kids met together after school for the draw. There were three prizes, a book, a T-shirt and the bikini. They arranged that the person whose name was drawn first out of the hat could choose any prize they wished. The first out was Billy and he chose the book. The second winner was Helen who chose the T-shirt. And surprise! surprise! the third name out was Germaine. She was left with the bikini. She looked at it and all the other kids said how fortunate it was that she should win it as it would be just great for her to wear in the “Make your own swimsuit” event. Germaine was delighted. She thought it was a great idea. On the day of the gala, the swimming baths was absolutely packed with hundreds of parents and all the schoolchildren. Germaine won quite a few events and inevitably took the highest place on the stadium in front of all the cheering throng to receive her medal and wave in queen-like manner with her hands in the air. Then there was a buzz of excitment amongst the sixth form kids as the “Make your own swimsuit” event was announced. There was one event for the girls and one for the boys. The girls went first and assembled on the podiums ready to dive in. The row of boys sat just a few feet behind them on chairs, and awaited their turn. The starter fired his pistol and all the girls dived in. There was great cheering as the bright costumes bobbed up and down in the water. It soon became obvious that Germaine was drawing ahead of the others and by the fourth length she was several yards in front of her nearest rival. She touched the edge of the pool and was declared the winner. There was huge cheering much to Germaine’s delight. The other girls soon joined her and they all climbed out of the pool. What Germaine did not realise was that her bikini had been made out of the dissolvable material used for making stitched patterns. After the pattern is in place the material is left in water to dissolve and only the pattern remains rather like a piece of lace. The sixth form boys, waiting right in front of Germaine, loved it. They all had a really good look at the naked breasts and pussy which emerged from the pool. Of course Germaine herself did not even suspect what had happened as the triangle of cord around her top and the cord around her waist were still in place giving her the impression that she was still wearing her bikini. She loved the plaudits of the assembled throng which grew louder by the second. She waved her hands high above her head in acknowledgement of her victory and turned from side to side broadly smiling at evryone completely unaware that, apart from the thin cords framing her “assets” she was completely naked. The boys who were waiting to swim and a lot of others in the crowd made great use of their cameras to get some really good close-up shots. Some of the girls looked embarrassed but the ones in Germaine’s class were rolling around in helpless laughter. Eventually, Germaine mounted the podium to receive her award and it was then that she realsied that everybody seemed to be, not so much cheering and clapping their hands, as laughing and pointing at her. She looked down and realised to her horror that her new bikini had completely disappeared leaving her soaking wet and naked in front of everybody. She looked desperately around for a towel to cover herself up but there wasn’t one handy. She tried to cover herself up with her hands but she had rather a lot to cover so she didn’t quite make it. Eventually her great embarrassment ended when the teacher with the starting pistol borrowed a towel from a girl in the crowd and came running along to try to cover up the naked Germaine. Partly covered by the small towel she left in a great hurry and with a very red face. Over the next few days, more and more photographs of the luckless champion were brought to school and one of the boys in Germaine’s class put up an exhibiton of her photographs on the wall of the sixth form during a free period. But the incident had the desired effect on Germaine. Whenever she got too uppity, someone in her class would threaten to bring their photograph collection to school to remind her of the day she ended up wearing the “empress’s new bikini”. |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.cmnf.gapgirls.com |
| Name: | PJ P |
| Subject: | a handful of shorties (to keep it going...) |
| Message: | This happen like 18 years ago but I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just finished the last day of school for the 8th grade on a Thursday. Then that Friday our Principle arrange for us 8th graders to have a pool party and picnic. On the hand out it clearly said "No string bikinis." My friend Sara called me the night before and said, "Let's wear our bikinis. What are they gonna do kick us out of school?" So we did and know one said anything to us about it.
I was swimming in the pool and had just got out the water and was getting the water out my eyes when I felt a tug and then my top coming lose. Before I knew it, these two boys who were suppose to be in 9th grade already but were held back for being dumb, had untied my bikini strings and pulled my bikini top and bottoms off. Apparently, they told everyone what they were up to first because everyone was looking and laughing as I streaked around the pool to the changing room to hide. I was so embarrassed that when one of my friends brought me my bag, I put on my clothes and left. Someone had to bring my bikini to me the next day. I guess those boys figured, "What are they gonna do kick us out of school?" I tend to follow directions better now. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I see a lot of stories about girls losing their bikinis so I don't feel alone. I was in 9th grade and our class got to go to the community pool because we all passed some standardized test. Everyone was having fun playing volleyball and dumping each other underwater. I had just got out the water and was getting water out my eyes when this boy grabbed my wrist. Before I could blink, these other two boys came up, pulled my strings and stripped off my bikini. I mean they took it completely off of me. I was stark naked. I couldn't believe they did that to me. And of course, I was on the far end of the pool and had to run through everyone to get to the locker room. Everyone was laughing as I streaked toward the changing room when these two girls jumped in front of me and wouldn't let me by until I screamed at them. They let me pass after but not before getting the attention of everyone on the property! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I can totally relate. I made the mistake of water skiing in a string bikini (and in my defense there was no mention of skiing when I chose my outfit... I just thought we were gonna hang out). Anyway, I wiped out big time on this one gnarly curve and lost my top and bottoms! Panicked I searched the water but it was as if they just plain disappeared. When the boat came back to get me, I was so embarrassed about having to get back in the boat. On top of that no one came to my rescue! They made me climb up the ladder and into the boat totally nude before someone eventually handed me a towel. As if this wasn't embarrassing enough then our group, about six of us, went to a lakeside restaurant and they made me go wearing only my towel! I didn't want to go and would have stayed in the boat but they threatened to take the towel if I didn't go in! Thankfully, I managed to keep covered during the meal, although someone snatched it off me as we were getting back on the boat so I gave about a dozen diners near the dock a nice parting moon shot... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This happened when I was 12 in 8th grade. It was picture day in my middle school and so I wanted to look nice for the pictures since I would be graduating middle school that year. Ya know first impression is everything. I was wearing a leather mini skirt, which was really tight on me and a blouse with flowers on it which zipped up in the back and underneath that a tube top. Anyway, the bell rang to signal a change of class, so I was walking to my next class when I ran into my crush. We start talking and when a 6th grader passes by who is walking with his friend. I guess his friend dared him to pull a prank on me or something and offered to pay him. He must've accepted the dare because the next thing I know, my leather skirt is down to my ankles and my blouse is unzipped and falls down to my wrists revealing my panties and tube top. It took me about a minute to realize what had just happened. I could feel everyone in the hallway glance at the site and chuckle. My crush is standing there in shock, but kind of laughing. I could feel my face turn bright red as tears ran down my cheek. The nearest ladies bathroom was all the way down on the other side of the hall. I desperately tried to pull my skirt back up but wasn't having much luck. I pulled my blouse back up but whenever I gestured my arms, it fell down, so that wasn't any use. My only hope was to run as fast as I could to the ladies room to redress myself. As I passed I could hear people chuckling at me as I tripped and fell on my face a numerous number of times, because well, my skirt was down to my ankles. Eventually I made it to my destination, but with the help of a dean who at first wanted to give me a day of in school suspension, as well as the person who did it who received a week of in school suspension. My crush never let me live that moment down since it happened. He knew I liked him though. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My freshman year in high school I was the object of a mean prank. I had been going out with this boy who was a senior but I broke up with him because he wanted to have sex and I told him I wasn't ready. Word got around that he was dumped by a freshman and I guess that made him mad. He had 2 twin brothers who were also freshman. Well my ex decided to use them to get back at me. I was wearing a short skirt one day and I was in the hallway between classes when all of a sudden I felt my skirt get pulled up, then my panties get pulled down. My hands were full with books at the time and I was standing there with my panties around my knees as everyone laughed. I dropped my books finally and pulled them up giving anyone behind me a huge BA show and ran to the bathroom. I was nearly in tears from the embarrassment. This girl named Sara came up to me and said she heard my ex tell his brothers to do that and she thought he was only kidding so she didn't warn me. I didn't wear a skirt the rest of the school year. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I had to help my Art teacher decorate the school hallway for Halloween after classes. There were no students or other people at school except my friend, the Art teacher, and me. At least I thought so at the time. I really had to pee so we went to bathroom. Our school is pretty big so while on my way I had to go so bad I peed a bit on my panties! They were white so you could easily notice spots. Anyways cropping skulls from paper was a really boring thing, so we decided to stay in bathroom as long as we could. I wore new shorts and they were really trendy and nice. My friend Kayla asked if she could try on my shorts. Kayla's is bigger than I am and my shorts were very tight, but I agreed anyway. She easily pulled them on, but she couldn't zip em up. I told her the shorts really didn't fit her, but she didn't want to listen and did her best to zip them up. With a lot of sucking in and squeezing together she finally got them zipped! Then she started fooling around in front of the mirror jumping and wiggling her butt and doing nasty stuff like that. Suddenly Kayla squatted down and my shorts zipper broke open and the material ripped open all over the butt area! I was really shocked! She took my shorts off and gave the back to me apologizing the whole time. They were absolutely ruined. I put them on and had to hold them up to keep them on since the zipper was broken. I also noticed that a lot of my butt and wet panties could be easily seen through them! Well we decided to stay there until the teacher left. I dunno why Kayla agreed to do it too, probably feeling guilty for ruining my shorts, but my main reason was because of see through shorts and wet panties. I wanted them to dry off. We stayed there like 10 minutes until the janitor came in to clean the floors. He ordered us to get out because he had work to do. We left but I had no idea how I was going to go home without anyone seeing my shredded shorts and panties. I was going to hide somewhere but before I could a bunch of guys from my school noticed us and came up to us. They noticed me holding my shredded shorts on and saw my wet panties and started laughing. They were really mean and started pulling at the hand I was using to keep up my shorts trying to make my shorts fall down. I screamed at them to stop but that only made them pull and grab at me more. Then someone grabbed both my arms and held them and my shorts fell to the ground leaving me standing there in my pee stained white panties as they taunted me. It was completely humiliating. Crying I shook lose from them and took off running leaving my shorts behind with all of them in chase. As if this wasn't mean enough then they began grabbing and pulling at my panties now too. I ran fast but not fast enough to escape some of the quicker boys who grabbed hold of the waist of my panties and pulled them all the way down my legs till they tripped me up. I fell to the ground bare butt naked. They took my panties away and all stood over me staring and laughing at me. Humiliated I had to get up with my whole pussy and butt exposed. I tried covering my front and back not knowing what to do next. They taunted me waving my dirty panties in the air and all walked off making crude and cruel comments to me the whole way. First chance I got I took off running bottomless and humiliated the whole way home. I don't even know how many people saw me like that. The next day all the kids at school about my "pee-pee panties" which someone had hung from the main entrance arch at the school. I wasn't allowed to forget this for the rest of my school days. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In my school, we had to wear uniforms. And the dress must be according to a specific measurement, i.e. colors, length of skirt, sleeve, etc... One day, in my rush to catch the school bus, I wore an older skirt to school. It was shorter than the school rules would allow and the discipline teacher called me to his office. He cut the sides of my skirt leaving the waistline to hold my skirt up only and warned me that the next time, he would make me remove my panties as well. I was angry and embarrassed. It was worse as I was wearing a thong that day and it looked like I was naked underneath. I went home straight away after that but my classmates were making fun of me all month -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, when I was about 14, we had school choir concerts twice a year. I was a good singer and finally got a chance to have my own solo and my smart-alec sister dared me to wear no panties under my flirt skirt for it. Being on the shy side, I said no way at first but she eventually persuaded me into doing it by betting me $100 cash. Don't ask me why but I agreed to do it with no paints, no stocking, nothing underneath at all. Well, not having many nice clothes of my own I had to borrow the skirt I wore that night from my sister. It was a bit big on me so I had to clip the sides so it held tight to my body. Everything was fine after that until I had my solo. As I walked past the risers ready to sing my heart out my skirt caught on a nail on the edge literally tearing the skirt clean off of me. The audience of parents gasped, and the stares and murmurs filled the eerily silent room. I tore my tattered skirt off the riser and ran off the stage red faced and in tears covering my front. My naked rear end was the talk of the town for a long time after and I absolutely hated my sister for setting me up although it really was my fault |
| Name: | Katie |
| Subject: | Initiation at work |
| Message: | Where I work (in Illinois, im 17 years old) there is a grocery store, and I had heard about the hazing there, but thought nothing of it when I first started there. Well, little did I know how bad it was. My first 2 days nothing happened,but on the third day something did. I walked in the employee's room to clock in, and thought nothing of people snickering. People told me to wear nice clothes today so I obliged, because they were older than me. So I wore a super tight American Eagle shirt with Gauchos, a thong, and my nike shoes with long black socks to match the Gauchos. After my 10th customer or so, they called me back in the employees room and told me I had to do cart duty for hazing. Not bad, I thought not such a big deal. As I was walking out, one of the 25 year old guys closed the door and was like no no, don't leave yet, we have a surprise for you. As soon as he said that, I got nervous and started to panic, trying to open the door. Well, the other old people laughed and started pulling at my pants, trying to take them off of me, I screamed, but they told me to be quiet, or I'd get in bigger trouble. Lesson 1: When they tell you to be quiet do it. I screamed help, then they're like "now you're in big trouble". They finally took me to the floor as the guys got the rest of my clothes off (except my thong and kneehigh socks, how nice of them), and escorted me outside. Instead of moving the carts, I was PUT IN ONE OF THEM WITH MY HANDS CUFFED BEHIND MY BACK. They put 3 more carts on top of me, and duct taped me to that cart for what ended up being a few hours. Worst of all, it started to rain, and not a single customer helped me out of the cart. I came back at the end of the day soaking wet, and found my clothes hanging from the ceiling with a note that said "Tell anyone and next time will be worse". Well sure enough, I tried to warn a new person, but if you want to hear that story, let me know!!!!! |
| Name: | Me Again |
| Subject: | Forced to show em |
| Message: | (good one - but is this a repost? I don't think so but if so sorry)
I'm a 16 year old female. This happened 2 years ago, when I was in 7th grade. When I was fourteen, I was very 'developed' for my age. Well, most of the girls in the 'in' crowd had no boobs to speak of and were very jealous of me. Ironically, I was sort of embarrassed by my chest size because of the looks I’d constantly get from guys everywhere. Anyway, just to be mean, these girls started a rumor that I stuffed my bra, and I was really small breasted like them. Well, not everyone believed this, and one day the girls wanted to prove they were right, and I was lying. One thing led to another, and they came up with a plan to prove me wrong and humiliate me. One day they spread the word telling everyone to meet on the football field after school. They didn’t say why , just said it would be worth it. Out of curiosity about 20 to 30 kids came. The girls got some of their big jock boy friends to jump me, tie me up in a chair behind the field locker room and then bring me out to the field. One of the girls, Andrea, announced that they were going to prove that I stuffed my bra. This got many people very excited, particularly the guys of course. At this point they ordered me again to admit that I stuffed my bra. I swore that I didn’t, but looking back it probably would have been a much better idea to just said that I did. So Andrea and another girl, Savannah, come up behind me and start to pull my shirt open. I yelled for them to stop but they had my shirt and bra yanked open and off of me in no time. Much to their shock, my big boobs bounced out freely on display for all to see, and there was no signs of tissue what-so-ever! Well they were embarrassed, but not as much as me. Everyone was real quiet for a minute, then came the whistles, the laughter and the camera flashes. All the guys came up and crowded around me, and stared at my exposed chest. Some guys even reached in squeezing and touching my bare boobs! It was awful, especially because there was nothing I could do to stop it. In the end it turned out to not be all that bad after all. Once word got out at school I became more popular with the guys than every before. A lot of the boyfriends of the so called ‘in’ crowd girl were even asking me out or begging me for another look, making the girls even more jealous that ever! |
| Name: | Katrina |
| Subject: | 15 Strippings for George |
| Message: | Okay George the quick details of my 15 Strippings are:
1. Initial Initiation on first shift. 2. Second Initiation different shift jusr wanted to make sure 3. Stupidly announced I year anniversary of being a nurse. 4. 18th Birthday, very drunk not much memory but showed pictures. 5. On Holiday my turn for prize in night club 6. 21st Birthday, in hospital ward. 7. 21st Birthday, same day in minibus on way to party. 8. 21st Birthday, stripped in the middle of party, mixed company!! 9. Qualified as Sister. 10. First shift as Sister on New Ward. 11. Announced Engagement. 12. Last Shift before Marriage 13. Hen Night with girls (Minibus again) 14. First time printed story about nurses. 15. Revenge Stripping after minibus story about Christmas Night out. All in all I have never been stripped out of malice like your wife. I have been shaved three times but since connected with promotion and marriage was the norm. However I have probably been involved actively with perhaps three or four times that because for a while we were involved as perpetrators or victims about twice a month. Your stories about your wife's punishments were unfortunate as there seemed a little bad blood there although everyone is friends now. We never bothered too much with sponges they just went in the bath, mostly clothed but since there were so many someone was undressed fairly regularly. Keep your posts up George the stories are fantastic. Forgive me for not emailing direct but if I am caught I will be treated like your wife was as that would be the posting they would like to follow. Will work out details for each event above and post them over the next days. |
| Name: | George |
| Subject: | Wife's Punishments |
| Message: | A few more tales of the wife in her early years. After finishing the night shifts duty my wife got a position working days. She didn’t settle to it, and since it was paying two-thirds of the night work we where finding it difficult to make end meet. At that time home ownership was a relatively new thing, we’d saved the deposit but where now trying to pay the mortgage and feed ourselves at the same time. In my last post I mistyped the length of time we’ve been married, its 42 nearly 43 years not 32.
So it was 1965/66. Another night shift duty came up, a permanent one. The sister interviewing my wife said she was just what nursing needed. My wife gave her notice and a month later she started. She arrived for her first night shift and was surprised to find that the sister who interviewed her had been promoted to night matron. The sister in charge of the ward now, had been a third year student nurse at the training hospital my wife trained at, when she was a first year. This third year and my wife just seemed to rub each other up the wrong way. My wife had been on the receiving end of a few nasty jokes, and a stripping by this nurse, not sure which one of the many strippings my wife got as a student nurse. Has I said before my wife has this unintentional way of irritating people. For example, I love my garden, my wife as a little plot and part of the bench in the green house. The other day she came in as I was cutting back my tomato plants to get the second young sweet crop. “Their nice…. That branch is cut further away then the others” says my wife picking up the scissors and snipping the merriest bit of branch off. No one else would have noticed, and if they had they wouldn’t of said anything. But it irritates people that sort of behaviour. I’ve grown immune to it, NOT. Any way the first few weeks went find. Then one night my wife was on duty with the sister. There’d just taken in a new intake of students to the ward on night shift. These would be on their second allocations in the old system of training. So there’d be one group of first years behind them just starting ward for first time on days. So the day staff where full of telling the initiations and practical jokes that had been played. One of the night student nurses, a pleasant girl but not very organised was driving every body insane. She would just mess up in little ways and cause things to over run in time. My wife needed something from the treatment room and saw that someone had left the light on. She began to push open the door and realised that someone was in. The door now wide open she was greeted to the sight of the student nurse being held down by two auxiliaries. They loved getting back at students. The poor girls tights and knickers where around her knees, the auxiliaries had their legs trough her legs keeping her legs spread. Her dress was unzipped, and her bra unclipped. The dress and bra where pulled down meaning that her naked breasts would be pushed into the treatment table. Sister had a big soapy sponge in her hand, which was between the unfortunate girls legs. This was one of the must diabolic punishments nurses give nurses. It was called various things from, sponge bath, to blanket bath, to rub down. It wasn’t an initiation it was punishment. My wife complained and told them to release the girl, who was in tears. The sister said, she deserved it and then sponged her bare backside. That’s enough said my wife and the sister slammed the sponge into her chest soaking her apron and dress. “Here, miss goody” the sister said then as she signalled to the two auxiliaries to let the first year go, “We’ll talk later”. The poor girl released and relieve that her ordeal was over was being comforted by my wife. They became great friends and still are. Some days later or weeks, the young student nurse was upset and nervous on duty. My wife asked why and the nurse said that sister had sponged her again, only this time she got the full treatment which include breast wash. My wife collared sister next time she was on. My wife here had a valid point. There never used punishments to correct poor nursing performance. Punishments tend to make it worse. What you need is what today is called mentoring. My wife said as much. The sister told her that she (my wife) and the student nurse could either scrub up or ship out. After another incident that’s what the young nurse did, a loss to the profession, she as just retired as a head teacher of the local independent primary school, and is tipped for some official position in education. Any way things now between the sister and my wife where rather tort. My wife found the job stressful because of this. Then one night she was working with the student nurse, about a week or two before she left. My wife went off to get something and noticed the treatment room light had been left on. She just walked into the ambush. Has she stepped through the door, the auxiliaries grabbed her. The sister was stood to the side. A student nurse 3rd year came forward and pulled down my wife’s dress zip and unclipped her bra. My wife fought as hard as she could but, auxiliaries are built big, heavy, and tuff. (Well they where in those days, apologies to any auxiliary nurses reading this). The dress was pulled down at the front revealing my wife’s breasts and she was then pushed down over the treatment table. The 3rd year now undid my wife’s belt then pushed up her dress. She grabbed my wife’s nylons and pulled them down taking her knickers with her. The auxiliaries hooked their ankles around my wife’s ankles and pulled the her legs apart. Sister approached and said, “Well now what’s missing, oh yes” and she open the door and the first year student nurse was brought in, by two other 3rd years. She was shocked at the sight. “Staff here as decided that in future she will take all your punishments for you” with that she took a soaking wet sponge and washed between my wife’s legs and bottom. She was very ruff. Next she took a soapy sponge and soaped between my wife’s legs and bottom. It was caustic soap so caused my wife to have irritated skin down below for a week nearly. She then told the auxiliary nurses to lift my wife up straight and turn her around. She then washed her breasts, leaving my wife all soapy. They left her and the student nurse alone. I think this with the final incident is what made the young nurse give up and become a teacher. They consoled each other and the student helped my wife clean up. She was very apologetic, since she felt guilty at my wife’s treatment. After this relations between the sister and my wife worsened. The sister would hide things from her, forget to tell her important information about patients and a lot of other unprofessional stuff. My wife went a saw the matron who said leave it to her. She spoke with the sister and things seemed to lighten up. One night whilst doing her rounds she noticed the bathroom light had been left on. She pushed open the door which was then pulled open out of her hand. Sister was stood there up against the wall holding a tray. My wife panicked immediately and tried to turn away but the student nurses grabbed her. They pulled her in and pushed her to the floor. They pull off my wife’s shoe’s and unzipped her dress and undid her belt. They then pulled the dress and apron off over her head, as another pair of hands pulled her nylons and knickers down and off. Her bra was also pulled off quiet violently causing my wife days of discomfort. Next thing now naked laying on her front, she’s turned over. Sister approaches and my wife’s see the shaving tray. Her legs are pulled apart and sister says, “Leave or next time” and then puts the tray down and turned to leave, then having a second thought picking up my wife’s clothes. “They’ll be in the seminar room” the sister said, “Won’t betide anyone who helps here”. The students who like my wife apologised and said that sister had said if they didn’t help they knew what would happen to them. My wife said she understood. My wife had to leave the treatment room naked. Her choice was either to walk down a crowed ward of sleeping male patients to the linen cupboard, running the risk of patients waking up. Or going out onto the main corridor and across to the other half of the ward (female end) then down to that linen cupboard. At least female patients seeing her would be better. Or go for the seminar room which was along the main corridor and down one flight of stairs, completely naked. She decided to make for the women’s linen closet. Then from their went and recovered her uniform. She was glad she did, since wrapped in a sheet she bumped into two porters. After this the sister changed tack. Obviously the matron had made it clear the vendetta had to stop. That’s the problem with vendettas they spin out of control. They drag others in and leave a nasty feeling on the ward. Sister would make my wife’s rota impossible. Normally on nights you work Tuesday through to Saturday of one week back to back with Sunday to Thursday of the next week. The other half of the team work a week out of phase. This means on a surgical ward you have double staff on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday the operation day and two days after, when patients need more care. Every so many fortnights you get an extra day off by either not starting until Wednesday or finishing on Wednesday. But sister put mid week splits in, had my wife work five, and five with a break in the middle. Changed her rota around especially if we had anything planned and she found out about it. Still my wife hung in figuring that eventually sister would get sick of it. Then sister started being especially nasty to student nurses and saying it was my wife’s fault which caused issues between her and the students. Then one night while sister was giving a student a deserved dressing down, but going right over the top my wife stopped her. Sister left the room saying nothing. The next night my wife had just come onto ward when she was confronted by the day shift third years. I’ve said before that on occasions students get to get back at the people who initiated them. My wife was a third year when these where first years and she’d bathed the lot of them. They grabbed her and within seconds she was naked. In the lower bath room. She had no choice. The shaving tray was presented. She was told it was that or run back to the changing room naked for her spare clothing. My wife took to her heels. Better to have rumours about you running naked late at night through the hospital (all heard before) than surrendering to a pubic shave. Covering as best she could she dashed down the male ward. At least two patients got to see her, out and down the corridor, a porter and doctor, down the stairs and the big no, no happened. Two visitors who had just come from or where going to see a dying relative saw her. The matron, coming up the bottom corridor looked astonished and chased after my wife. Although initially very cross, once my wife explain all that had been going on matron was very understanding. They managed to smooth over the incident with the visitors my wife writing a letter of apology. She felt she didn’t need to but it was the right thing to do. The sister of course hadn’t been near and denied she’d put the third years up to it. Matron knew different but couldn’t prove it, so they each got an official warning put on their files. Hi-jinx are find but not involving members of the public or patients. After this every thing went quiet. My wife tried everything to make friends with the sister. We had her and her husband over for dinner. We even sent her a nice card and flowers when she announced she was pregnant. Late one night (there was a bug good around and elective surgery had been cancelled, consequently there were no patients on my wife’s ward) the phone rang. It was the staff nurse of the next ward. She’d let the students go to the off duty room to revise or work on assignments. She need a hand moving their only patient. My wife likewise had sent the students off, and sister had disappeared to do rounds since she was covering for matron. My wife stepped onto the ward and saw that the bottom bed had curtains around. She worked down to it and pulled them back. She was greeted by the sister and the two auxiliaries, she turned to run but was firmly caught. The third years from that ward gathered around. These included one that had been torture mercilessly by my wife’s cohort. Not particularly my wife. My wife found herself being hoisted off the floor and then pin down. The main ward lights now flicker on and another group of students where fighting with someone. My wife felt her zipper go, then her bra clasp. Her shoes where already off, from trying to flee. Now hands grabbed at her nylons and ripped rather than pulled them down. Soon the belt was off and the dress was being yanked up over her head. Then her underwear was ripped off. She was turned over and spread eagled. Sister spoke, “Shave the pair of them then dump their stuff over the balcony”. My wife was now aware of the other group of students. They had the staff nurse from that ward pinned down equally naked. A 3rd year set about each of them and within five minutes my wife was very naked indeed. They where released but their clothes where chucked out of the ward off the balcony. They had no choice. Both of them completely naked had to climb down the exterior fire escape and recover their clothes. After this, the sister took maternity leave and thankfully never came back. My wife’s career bloomed and before long she was a sister. She remained on nights even after our first daughter was born, only giving up when it was obvious that she just couldn’t manage. One day she’s on ward and a student nurse comes to her and says there’s a sales rep in the reception area. My wife says to get rid of him. The nurse says it’s a women. My wife was just about to say to get rid of her then when she heard her voice. My wife quickly called her friend Kathy who was on the next ward block over and a few other trusted colleagues. She told the student nurse to put the rep in the treatment room. My wife walked in. “You!” said the rep. Then she noticed the group behind my wife. “No, you wouldn’t”. But they did. They stripped her of her business suit. Then her blouse. Still pleading she was stripped of her nylons and then her underwear. My wife presented her with a choice sponge or razor. The women said. “I’m sorry, could we forget what happened and be friends” “Sure” said my wife, “right after this”. The women was washed very thoroughly and then shaved. You obviously know who his women rep is by now. What you don’t know is that she’s sitting down stair at my home right now. She and my wife became good friends. She’s the God Mother of my second daughter. Having had her kid, my first daughters second husband. She’d decided to take part-time work as a sales rep. I’ll tell you on another occasion about some of the stories she’s told over the years. |
| Name: | Katrina |
| Subject: | More Nursing Adventures |
| Message: | Great to see you back George I hope you can keep getting those stories as I can reallt empathise with them all and can imagine them all happening.
I myself am slightly wary of writing on this board as I actually brought a printout of one of our experiences on to the ward and was stripped naked at one of the girl's flat soon afterwards. However at the risk of anything happening again I will not be printing anything and taking it into work this time. Counting them up I have been stripped around 15 times since joining as a student nurse, nowadays there are too many rules and regulations and any high jinks is frowned on from above. However we do still manage to have a little fun when we can. These are a couple of things that have happened in our hospital recently. We have had our full share of baths , shavings and strippings but we have been discouraged from doing this so a new recruit, even a qualified one has a different welcome to our ward at least. The day is chosen (usually day1) and we "accidently" spray her with a little water from these spray bottles that you get for the cleaning materials. Then it happens again after a few minutes by another nurse, she usually cottons on quickly that this is a little initiation to the ward and knows that she is going to get wet! It does not take long for her uniform to soaked and often you can see underwear through this so the ward sister who is in on the joke says " I see the staff have given you the usual welcome you better go and get changed". This is the signal for phase two when she goes to get changed one of us takes pity on her and offers to go to the laundry to dry off her underwear. Usually this works as only one shows pity and putting a dry unform over soaken underwear is still uncomfortable. We get a big towel from the linen room and the underwear is handed over. The last time we did this was the first week in April and it went like clockwork. As soon as the good samariton appears with the underwear the rest of us go to the changing room and confiscate all her clothes from her locker which is now open. Our new nurse is now naked under a towel with no clothes near her and she knows now she has been got. She has no choice now but to come to the ward wrapped in a towel to get her clothes. Now we did not undress her she did it so we reckon that must be alright. Depending on the reaction we get the towel is forfeited for the clothes which I have to say is pretty well most of the time. The next incident happened last year and is still talked about. Domestics are part of the ward's staff but rarely get involved with too much hilarity however we have one called Josie who has a wicked sense of humour and is never far from the centre of any pranks. One afternoon when the late shift were starting and getting the handover information one of our nurses called Sandra mentioned that she had just bought a packet of assorted thongs from the market across the road. (No more info here or you will work out the hospital). She showed everyone there and we all had a good laugh holding then up to the light to see through them and holding them against each other to check the fit etc. Josie who is a fit 35 year old said that there was no way on earth that she would wear a thong, even if that was all there was nobody could convince her that she should wear one. We all looked at other and must have been thinking the same thing, before Josie could say anything we all grabbed her including sister and wrestled her to the floor and took her shoes off. She has been round long enough to know that we were serious and struggled but to no avail. We unbuttoned her uniform and took her tights off along with her regulation knickers and through her a thong to put on. The threat of not returning her tights did not work so we just continued to undress her until she was lying naked in the staffroom. Sister said that she could get her clothes back when she put the thong on herself. I have to say we were still helpless with laughter as the whole episode had been totally unplanned and had just happened as a reaction to her comments. We chose the most see through bright yellow fer her now to put on which she did. Her pubic hair was sprouting everywhere from the sides but sister thought we had gone far enough to Josie's great relief. She got the rest of her clothes back except her original knickers which were disposed of. There are still a couple of stories from the girls from other hospitals and a couple from their husbands workplaces which might be of some interest. I have to say George that I look forward to your writings and only hope you can relate to our fun an in the ward. |
| Name: | George |
| Subject: | Strip Games |
| Message: | Thanks Katrina. He’s a few tales from my wife. Just after we married 32 years ago now we where having the usual financial problems. My wife was given the opportunity to take a night job at the next hospital to mine. It was to be for sixth months whilst the post holder attend some training. The first couple of weeks past without incident. There was a male nurse, an auxiliary, who was older than all the students and junior staff nurses. He was really liked by all of them, he was always full of fun, but my wife found out that he also was full of mischief.
One night they where all sitting a round at the nurses station. All the patients where a sleep in bed. The ward was unusually quiet, just some five patients, and all where due to be going home shortly so didn’t need much care. The auxiliary suggested a game of cards. Besides my wife who was 24 at the time, there was two student nurses of about 19/20, and a older female auxiliary 30 to 35. They played, what ever, for an hour then in shifts took there first break. After the break they did their rounds and found themselves back at the nurses station bored. The male auxiliary suggested cards. They where not keen, have spent some time playing already. He suggested playing for something. Well you guest it, his idea was to play for clothes. With some encouragement the women eventually agreed subject to some conditions. Firstly, they didn’t have to remove the clothes as they went along. They pay up at the end in the female patients toilets. The other condition was no further than underwear. Well, the auxiliary, lucked out and he end up in the female toilets down to his boxers. My wife had to strip to her underwear as well, along with the two younger nurses. The older female auxiliary just got to move her shoes and tights. Turned out she was a good player. Weeks past and on another night my wife found herself on duty with the male auxiliary, another junior staff nurse and one of the students that had played the card game last time. Sure enough they end up playing again. Once more down to underwear, but this time they had to strip as they went. The student was soon down to her underwear, not being a good player. The guy was soon down to his boxers. The other staff nurse was down to her underwear as well, they’d agreed to play until they where all down to underwear. Another couple of weeks pass and my wife found herself roistered on with the male auxiliary. She was to be in charge for four nights. On with them was the 30 year old auxiliary, and the other student nurse. Well sure enough the male auxiliary suggested cards. The ward was quiet busy, but everything seemed in order. The auxiliary suggested they should play until they where topless. He said this was fair because he just end up in boxer but the women got to keep their bras as well normally. After some persuasion the women agreed. Well my wife lost her shoes first, followed by the male auxiliary, he seemed to be a indifferent player. Then the female auxiliary was down her shoes and tights. Followed by the poor student nurse who was doing well until she hit a losing streak and found herself doing a topless streak up the ward with her clothes clasped to her to find a place to re-dress. After a few more hands my wife was down to pants and bra and so was the auxiliary. Who’d be next. The guy was down to boxers. My wife lost and she had to remove her bra. She covered her breasts and slipped the bar off, then collected her clothes and ran off to dress. She’d told me about all her little adventures. I did encourage her a bit. The next night the guy suggests that they should go all the way. My wife said to the women that he was such a bad player he’d be naked before they where, so they should get him stripped then call it a day. They’d been topless so if one should do badly it was a small price to pay to see him starkers. Well, never trust a guy who suggests you play cards for clothes. My wife and the auxiliary where naked before the guy lost an item. The student nurse was looking a bit peaky in just underwear. Before long she found herself as naked as them. The next night the guy suggests playing cards again. He said that he’d just had a lucky streak. My wife commented as opposed to their unlucky streaks. They agreed to play once more to nudity. Only this time the guy said that once they where naked they had to stay naked until only one was left, and once naked had to play for forfeits. This was agreed, the women figured that he’d been such a poor card player in the past, his freak luck wouldn’t last. Besides having had to strip they wanted to see him strip.# They started playing and it seemed that their hunch was right. He lost his left shoe then his right. My wife lost a shoe, then the auxiliary, then the student. Then the guy lost his left sock then his right sock. My wife lost her shoe and tights. Then the poor student lucked out and lost her shoe and tights and dress. The guy now lost his top, then his vest. It seemed that perhaps one of the women would have to go topless. Next my wife lost her dress, then her and the auxiliary lost together. The auxiliary losing her shoe and my wife her bra. Not dismayed and covering when she could she played on. The auxiliary then lost double and her tights and dress where off. Just about now they where wondering if they where going to succeed in their plan. The auxiliary lost again, her panties leaving her just in bra but covered below by the table. The guy now lost his trousers and their goal was nearly at hand. My wife lost her panties now being naked, then the auxiliary lost her bra. The student nurse seemed now to be winning, the guy not losing, and either my wife and the auxiliary losing alternatively. Now naked they where playing for forfeits. My wife lost first. The student nurse thought a bit then said. Run down the ward and touch the bottom doors and come back. My wife covering nest she could made her way down the ward. She moved slowly not wishing to disturb the patients. She managed to do the run without incident. Next the auxiliary lost and she had to do the same. Next my wife lost. This time the auxiliary said for her to go down the back stairs to the ground floor cross the bottom corridor come up the other back stairs and down the other wards side ward corridor back to her ward. My wife, spilt between fear and not wanting to be regarded as a wimp or Welch agreed. She started down the stairs covering best she could. Well made in the breast department his my wife. She got to the bottom corridor pushed open the door and poked her head around the corner. Coast clear she crossed and pulled open the back stairs which ran up to the wards on the opposite side of the block. At the top of these stairs level with her ward. She had to knock on the ward door. For security you could leave by these doors but not enter by them. Someone on the ward had to let you in. A face appeared at the door. It was a student nurse. The nurse thought nothing of it, until door open my nude wife appeared from the stairs. She walked calmly down the side ward corridor opened the adjoining door and step back onto her ward. Next the auxiliary lost. My wife said it was now that she became suspicious. She said nothing and the student nurse said for the auxiliary to do the same. She complied after some veiled threats. On her return my wife said that she suspected some skulduggery. Within two hands the student was naked and game over. The next nights they couldn’t play. Weeks went by and my wife was getting ready to leave the ward. She’d found a day job to replace it. It was perhaps her third from end night and she was on with another junior staff and they where sharing responsibility for the ward. The auxiliary was on, and the male nurse. Now stories had spread about my wife and the auxiliary appearing at ward doors naked. The junior staff started ribbing them about this and the male nurse suggested a farewell game. My wife shock her head thinking that something had being going on but not what. Eventually, the auxiliary who was after revenge talked my wife around. They stared playing. Well it was a massacre. My wife was naked before the others, but they soon followed. The strange thing was that the male nurse hadn’t lost a thing. Even stranger was the fact that my wife’s last hand was 2, 3, 4 ,5, 6 of clubs, the auxiliaries was 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 of spades, the other staff nurse final hand she being the last one striped was 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 of hearts. The male auxiliary took the deck, shuffled it then asked my naked wife to pick a card any card. She smiled knowing she’d been had. “Ace of spades” she said. Dutifully the male nurse produced four of them. They all laughed and that was the end of my wife first ward as a full staff nurse in charge. |
| Name: | George |
| Subject: | Sister flasher |
| Message: | Hi, while since I’ve posted here.
Just heard a great story from my eldest daughter regarding a work colleague of hers. As you know my wife and two daughters are all nurses. Well a few days ago my daughter was arriving for work, to start a night shift, has she arrived the day sister was standing in the corridor giving some instructions as to what my daughter should be told as the night sister coming on duty. The day sister was stood with wet hair, and damp patches spread over her uniform dress, no nylons or shoes on her feet. My sister was very puzzled and immediately thought that there was something wrong with the plumbing. He’s what happened. The day sister was going out after work. Has often happened the nurses would bring their glad rags with them and have a shower and change on the ward. Sister had went for her shower and was just finishing when a patient crashed and all the all-call alarms where hit. Being the senior nurse on duty she had to be there. She did the only thing she could do. She pulled on her dress over her wet body. Dashed out to the ward and started to assist the junior nurse with the resuscitation. This meant lowering the bed and sister climbing onto it to perform cardiac massage. They worked on the patient but regrettably he died. Note due to anything to do with sister being off the ward having a shower, it was totally unexpected. It turned out that the patient who was in for some minor surgery had an heart attack. After the hand over, and sister being now dry and dressed smartly in civvies. By daughter took over the ward and went to se the patients in the bay where the death had occurred to reassure them. She explained that the patient had had an unexpected heart attack. “We nearly had one of those when we saw sister” the man in the bed next to the deceased. “Oh, that had nothing to do with it.” My daughter said going on to explain that sister was just showering and dressing when the crash happened. “Yes, we suspected that. Obviously, she didn’t have time to put any underwear on” the man said. My daughter thinking he was referring to the position of the main damp patches said, “I’m sure she had but the water came through any way”. The men just laughed. My daughter scowled at them. The men then indicated what should have been obvious making my daughter blush a bit. Kneeling up on the bed, requires the nurses to pull up dress. To stay balanced whilst doing CPR requires you to spread your knees. This, well, shall we say that the sight seen was apparently enough to set of all the heart monitors in the world. |
| Name: | Amanda |
| Subject: | University of Illinois Urbana--Champaign |
| Message: | Hey everyone my name is Amanda as you can see, and I'm a junior at the University of Illinois currently, this story is what happened to me when I was a sophomore. I personally live in Hopkins, one of the dorms on campus. A few of the girls on my floor decided it would be fun to play a prank on me. I said i wasn't going to dress up for halloween, but everyone else said they were going to. So at 6:45 am on halloween morning, some guys in black masks (turns out they were friends of the girls on my floor), took me and carried me to one of the community bathrooms. They took me into the shower, stripped my clothes off of me, and had a chair ready. One said "Sit down and don't you dare scream, or else it will be 10 times worse." I did the only thing I could, I screamed, so then they said "now you're going to get it" I begged them not to, but they said it was too late. Now that I was naked, they brought rope and duct tape, and tied me to a chair, with my arms behind my back and my ankles taped to the bottom of the legs. They started carrying me, and I was asking where I was going, but as soon as I did, they shoved one of the socks that they took off of me in my mouth, and duct taped it around my head. Now I couldn't talk, and they brought me to a parking garage in the area. (Fifth and daniel if you are at illinois). They carried me up to the roof, untied me from the chair, and tied me to a lamp post ON THE TOP OF THE BUILDING!!! OMG I was so embarassed. They said "Your friends said you didn't want to dress up, well now you don't have to, we did that for you. I had no idea what time it was now, but when it got dark outside, im guessing later that night, they brought me back to my dorm room, gave me a pair of underwear back, and told me I was nice to be a good sport about it. I still talk to those guys, and they did something like that to me again, but tell me if you want to hear that story!!!! |
| Name: | Toni |
| Subject: | College life... not fun |
| Message: | Well. my name is Toni and I'm a 19 year old in college. This embarrassing moment happened last month...
I was getting out of the pool and was wearing a bikini, just like all of my friends. We walked to the girls' locker room. As we were changing, one of the girls came up with a funny idea: A game of locker room truth or dare. Most people chose truth when asked. Soon one of my friends asked me, truth or dare? I answered dare, like an idiot. I was the first dare. She gave me the worst dare possible. I had to strip completely naked and walk into the guys' locker room. Not only that, but I had to take a picture of myself IN THE SHOWER! I said that I wouldn't do it, but they threatened to strip me themselves and throw me in there. I agreed. One of my friends walked in fully clothed first to make sure no one was in there. Soon I walked out of the girls' room quickly, and with no clothes on. I went into the guys' room and quickly looked for the shower. The minute I had found it and taken the picture, I heard hushed voices around the corner. I looked at the doorway, and to my dread, saw my crush walking by. I went around the corner of the showers fast and hoped the guys wouldn't come in. Then I heard four guys come into the shower room and the water come on! I managed to peep around the corner, but soon one of the guys saw me! I guess I have nothing to complain about... I have fairly large breasts and I can't say my ass is exactly ugly. All the guys started laughing. They dashed around the corner and took my camera! Then they began taking pictures of me completely naked! Finally they agreed to leave me alone under one condition... I had to persuade one of the girls to come into the guys' locker room and we had to make out! I figured I would just run for my life when I left... Soon I realized that the girls had locked their locker room door! I rushed back in with the guys, and now they had pulled out a video camera. Finally, the girls opened their door, and I got back in. To my dread, the next day, nude pictures of me were posted all over campus! I have yet to live it down, and it was the most embarrassing event of my life! |
| Name: | Jenny M |
| Subject: | Humiliated at the Mall |
| Message: | Well I don't know why I am always getting picked on but here's another story of me getting my pants taken away again! We were at the mall in the food court when this happened. There were a bunch of cute boys there from my school. First off I will admit that I am known to be a big flirt. I was kneeling on a chair leaning forwards over the table so my ass was in the air (making sure some boys could see it) when my friend who was sitting next to me grabbed me around the waist and started to spank me. I like being spanked so I just played along with it thinking the boys would enjoy it too. Suddenly she stopped and grabbed the back of my lime green panties which were poking out the top of my shorts and pulled them up really hard tugging them up over and over like 5 times. She worked them way up my crack! It was a surprise but it felt real good and kind of aroused me really so I played along still sticking my butt out even more. Then she took things even further. Locking her arm around my waist like a vice so I could not move I felt her grab the back of my shorts. Suddenly I felt my short and panties (!!) get yanked down. She pulled them hard enough to get them below my ass in one move. With my naked cheeks exposed right there in front of everyone she started to spank me on my bare ass hard! Oh my G*d I was so shocked! I tried to get up but she had me pinned but good and would not let me up. I turned bright red and begged her to stop. I didn’t think it was funny at this point and elbowed her in her side pretty hard trying to get her to let me go. I guess it was harder than I expected cause she doubled over flinching in pain as she let me go. I started to tell her I was sorry while standing up trying to pull my shorts up but before I could even finish saying sorry she tackled me pushing me backwards. I didn’t even have a chance to get my short up all the way so ½ my ass was still showing as I got pushed backwards! I could not believe this was happening. Well she was quite mad and had tackled me around to torso, and as I fell backwards she got her hands on the waistband of my shorts and yanked them all the way down past my hips to my knees as I fell to the floor. Before I could even react she pulled my short all the way off leaving me totally depantsed right there in the mall food court in front of everybody. It was so humiliating I felt like crying. I just sat there covering my crotch becoming VERY aware of the boys and other shoppers looking at me. Some were laughing; others were just staring at me with a stunned look. Their stares felt like a thousand daggers sticking into to me from all directions. I begged for my shorts back but my friend wouldn’t give them too me! She demanded I apologize to her before she would give then back to me. I eventually did but it was so completely humiliating having to stand up and pull my short and panties back up right in front of a crowd of laughing people. They saw everything and everyone at school found out and taunted me! I never spoke to my former friend again after that and swear I will get her back but good for doing that to me!!! |
| Name: | Sara |
| Subject: | truth or dare forced strip |
| Message: | I am a really shy 18 year old girl and hate others seeing my body. At a sleepover not long ago we were playing truth or dare in a coed group. I was given a dare to run topless to the lamppost at the end of the street and back. I refused and in the end they changed it to a dare not involving nudity; to hang upside down for five minutes. The house we were at had a climbing frame for a younger sibling and I had to dangle with my legs wrapped round the bars for five minutes. I was wearing a tight top and a strong bra and jeans and panties so there was little chance of exposing myself. Shortly after starting the challenge one of my friends grabbed my legs to help keep me up as I was quite tipsy and didn't want to slip off. However, then one of the guys grabbed my arms behind my back and tied my hands with some rope that had been lying in the garden. Now that I couldn't move the boys proceeded to pull up my shirt and bra exposing my DD breasts. It was the first time that any guys outside of my immediate family had ever seen my breasts. After five minutes I was allowed down and to cover up but that was the most embarassing night of my life. |
| Name: | Mel |
| Subject: | shave |
| Message: | As a British girl and going to an all girls school I was required to shower with other girls after P.E. Shortly before my 18th birthday we were showering and my friends remarked on how much pubic hair I had and that they all preferred to be shaven or at least trimmed. ... We had been drinking heavily and suddenly four of my girlfriends pulled me down and lay me on the table. Two boys then put handcuffs (real cheap shop ones) around my hands and feet and then tied these to the table legs so I could hardly move. They told me that for a present I was going to get my pubic hair shaven 100% off. ... With that everyone started ripping off my clothes until I was naked. There were loads of people taking photos and boys asking if they could touch. I was so high on adrenaline that I said do what you want. Within seconds one guy was licking me out while others were fondling my breasts. Then my girlfriend said that the shaver would be a stranger that they were going to find out on the street. A couple of minutes later they returned with a group of 11 men, about 21-23 years old and one of them was holding a razor. Apparently it was his 21st birthday party and they had luckily found him between pubs on a pub crawl. He started shaving and I noticed that one of his mates was filming with a video camera. It was such a buzz. When he finished he motioned as if to show him getting on to me, I nodded and he climbed on. We went at it right there in front of everyone and then his mates all took turns to lick me out. At school the next day, everyone was watching the video, which my friends had copied from the boys, secretly in the classroom. |
| Name: | College Girl |
| Subject: | Pledge Party |
| Message: | As you can tell from my name, I am currently attending college. I am a sophomore at a major university which will remain nameless.
This semester, I decided to pledge a sorority and after this past weekend I am sure glad that I did. My college like most colleges have "official" rules about hazing. However, unofficially the university "looks the other way" except for major problems. My sorority has about 60 members and 15 pledges all sharing the same "house". This past weekend was homecoming weekend and as pledges we had to make sure that the house was clean before we could open our doors to our returning members. That meant that on Friday night as pledges we had to clean the house completely from "top" to "bottom". This included laundry. Our pledge mistress came across our cleaning efforts at about 2 in the morning on Saturday and said... "What's this? Didn't I tell you pledges that this cleaning included everything from Top to Bottom?" We all meekly replied "Yes Mistress" and she then asked then why are you all dressed wearing tops and bottoms? Off with the clothes and into the laundry. This meant that we had to spend the last hour of cleaning the house all completely nude. Some of the girls were a little shy about stripping but since we all share a communal shower and had seen each other naked many times, we all finally agreed and stripped nude putting our clothes into the laundry. We finally finished cleaning the house at about 3:30 am. It took a little longer because of the novelty about being nude and the jokes we told while nude. At 5 am (little rest for the weary), we were awaken by our pledge mistress and who told us that we must make breakfast for the members as they had given the cook the day off. So reluctantly we dragged ourselves out of bed and fixed breakfast and organized the food for the post game party when we would have open house. None of the pledges were allowed to go to the game. Thankfully as this was about the only rest that we would get for the rest of the day. After the game, alumni and parents visited the house and shared some stories of "sisterhood". The last guests left around 1 am. At this time the Pledge Mistress called all the members together and told them that she had made us clean the place in the nude. This seems to excite the members who then made us get nude again. We stayed that way until about 2:30 when our sorority’s own little party finished and we were told about the next day's activities. We were told that the next morning that our brothers from the Fraternity would be coming over for Breakfast and that we would serve them Breakfast in whatever we wore to bed that night. I don't know about the other girls but I was so tired when I finally hit the sheets that I decided that since I was nude, I would just sleep nude like I used to when I lived back at home. I had set my alarm to make sure that I had time to get up and put something on before breakfast so that I would NOT be nude when the fraternity got there. However, even though the Pledge Mistress had told us that Breakfast would be at 8am.It was really for 7am and that meant that at 6 am, instead of the 7am when I had set my alarm, the pledges were all pulled out of bed by a loud rebellious membership wondering why we were "sleeping in". I and one other girl who has the nicest set of tits in the sorority were the only ones that had slept nude. We tried to protest but the Pledge Mistress told us that she had warned us and that we would have to suffer the consequences of our sleeping attire. I was secretly turned on and my nipples hardened, as I knew that in a manner of minutes would be showing my nude body to a number of hunky hotties and to all of the other members of the sorority. Since Suz and I were the only nude ones, we got the best duty which meant that we would have to make sure that the water and juice glasses would remain filled whenever anyone needed a refill. This meant that we would remain in the dining area for the entire breakfast. I was so turned on throughout the entire breakfast. I was felt up by members of both the Fraternity and the Sorority. I could tell by the hardness of Suz's nipples that she also was very turned on by the whole thing. I can't describe the feeling about being nude in public for the first time. I'm about ready to cumm again now just sharing this story with you. However, for those who have experienced this pleasure you know what I mean. Well after the Breakfast and after the Frat boys had left, we had a "sisterhood" meeting in the "parlor" and all the pledges were rewarded for a successful weekend. However, the "party" doesn't end there! Since Suz and I were still nude, we were asked how it felt. We both said that it felt great and that everyone should join us. After much chiding and cheering soon everyone else was nude and we then had our own Nude party for our own sorority and several girls shared their own experiences with "public" nudity and we all squealed with delight as the stories got racier and racier. (I am sure that some of the stories were made up but that didn't matter as they sure gave me ideas!!!) |
| Name: | Mike |
| Subject: | Karmic Balance - Part 6 - Epilogue |
| Message: | I took a couple days off in the eigth sphere before I got my next assignment. Being that i take a lot of pride in my work, I went to check into see if my duties had any effect on the girls on my list. So I checked on them up on the first sphere and found out the following.
Sarah Frost: After Jessica managed to get home after walking through campus in just her boyfriends varsity jacket, she managed to boil up enough courage to come back to the mock trial. Although, her usual aggressive temper was under control becuase Jessica did not want to give the opposing team any reason to fire that back at her. Mandy, Sandy, and Andy: Whoo boy, did these girls get screwed. After the pictures were taken, the other girls on the volleyball team threatened to post them all over campus unless Mandy agreed to resign as captain. Mandy agreed to do so and they thought it was over. However, Andy, still could not keep her mouth shut and stole a boyfriend from another girl on the volleyball team and so the pictures were sent out all over campus and on the internet. Jessica Featherman: Jessica ended up losing a lot of her hair and had to cut it short from the glue. As for the chastity belt, the theatre department had to call a locksmith to get it unlocked (Lucifer bless those Demon keymakers). Jessica was so mortified at this moment that she was willing to do anything to keep everybody quiet. TO my surprise, the costume crew said they did it and that if Jessica didn't wise up, they'd do it again and that kept Jessica in check. Stephanie McBale: Poor Jeff got expelled for being the scapegoat for what I did. Although, he didn't seem to mind, everybody on the fencing team still praised him for what he did. Stephanie, too embarrassed at her defeat and humiliation quit the fencing team. She is very afraid now whenever she is around sharp objects or if she is involved with anything competitive because she fears that what happened to her on that day will happen again. Katie Allman: Well congratulations to Katie, she got elected for President. She even mentioned the front page. Unfortunately for her, she was not wearing anything in that picture and even though she one 100 percent of hte votes, the Dean "stripped" her of her presidency because of indecent exposure. Katie never got involved with politics again and is actually super shy around boys now. It's probably because they usually mention her mesh panties with the hearts on them whenever she gets into a conversation with them. So all and all, my work was a success and now I'm being given a new assignment. Even in hell things can work out for you. |
| Name: | Mike |
| Subject: | Karmic Balance - Part 5 |
| Message: | walked out of the gym and looked down at the list to see who my final client was and what a beauty. She had auburn hair and was about 5’ 7”. She was quite slender with medium sized breasts. I looked down at the name before I fell too much in love with her, after all, this girl was beautiful, but didn’t act beautiful.
Name: KATIE ALLMAN Offense: Katie was asked out by a student who she was not physically attracted to. But that’s not what she told him. Instead she told him that she had just broken up with someone, a lie, and that she wasn’t ready to date again, also another lie. A day after, she finally asked out another student whom she was physically attracted to and whenever the other student tried to talk to her, she ignored him. Interesting case, but not enough details like the other ones to tell me where I could find her. I started walking around the main campus looking amidst the hundreds of students for Katie but with not luck. As I was walking I had all of the sudden a flyer in my hand that another girl had put in my hands. I looked down and it was a picture of Katie and another student. What luck, the flyer said that there was going to be a debate today between Katie and the other student for President. Poor Katie, I’m not much on politics but I know that not a lot of people were going to vote for someone who was about to lose her clothes in public. I walked over to the open football field where almost the entire campus body was gathering. Katie and the other student were already in the middle of the debate. As I pushed my way to the front, I overheard one student ask them about the dress code. Katie’s opponent was the first to answer. “I feel that with the harsh times that the economy is in, we have better things to do than worry about the dress code right now. Especially since I’ve heard nobody complaining about having to where dress clothes on campus. The student turned to Katie who smiled and then made her reply. “If I’m elected, I will do everything in my power to allow casual clothes to be worn on campus.” The audience applauded while I snapped my fingers so I could get to the stage quicker. After bumping past the forest of frozen bodies, I hopped up on stage and made my way towards Katie. I took off her jacket and threw it offstage and then slowly unbuttoned her shirt. Once I got the shirt off I threw the jacket and the shirt offstage and stood to admire her black mesh bra with little hearts on them. You could almost see her nipples poking through. After admiring her upper torso, I slowly unzipped the back of Katie’s skirt and could see the matching mesh thong with hearts on them. Once I removed the skirt I could also see that Katie had on a black garter belt hooked to her stockings. I tossed her skirt offstage and walked to the back of the crowd and snapped my fingers. Katie was still smiling and the left side of the audience didn’t notice anything, but the far right of the audience gasped when they saw what Katie was wearing. Katie’s smile went away as she looked at the audience, and then down at her body before she screamed. The other side of the audience finally noticed that Katie was in her underwear and EVERYBODY started taking pictures. Before they could take more, Katie crouched behind her podium. Son of a bitch, now I had to walk all the way up there again. All of the sudden, the podium disappeared and now Katie was crouched down in her underwear. Katie realized the podium was gone and tried crossing her legs and covering her chest. Soon after, Katie’s garter belt disappeared, and then both her stockings. Every time a bit of clothing disappeared, Katie would cover the area that was now unclothed and the audience just gasped even more. It’s a good thing they didn’t look to the back because they would have wondered what some dork with a ponytail was doing standing by a podium with a garter belt and stockings sitting on it. Soon after, Katie’s Bra was the next to go. Katie wondered why she felt her soft skin instead of soft mesh and when she realized what was gone, she covered her chest with both arms. The audience, and the other student onstage were all laughing as Katie tried covering her lower torso with her legs while covering her chest, it was almost like a dance. As Katie kept crossing one leg over another, she finally felt a cool breeze hit her behind and her lower groin area. I expected Katie to cover her now naked crotch too, instead she just froze in the stance she was in and didn’t move. Once I noticed that her lip was quivering, I knew that whatever over confidence this girl had was now long gone. I walked away from the still laughing audience and pulled out my cell phone and dialed Minos’ office again. “Hello?” Minos answered. “Hey Boss it’s me Zeke. Just called to have you guys send me home because I’m finished.” “Great job Zeke, the boss is really happy. How’d you like the change of routine?” “Oh I think I could get used to this.” I said smiling. “Good because we just fired somebody so we are short handed of workers. You might be doing this for another couple hundred years.” Minos said as if it was a bad thing.” I laughed and said, “Minos, I’m wishing I did this earlier.” I hung up my cell phone and stood still as I was engulfed in flames to be taken back to hell. Hey Karma may be a bitch, but so were they. |
| Name: | Mike |
| Subject: | Karmic Balance Part 4 |
| Message: | The next girl on the list made me think things were going to be a bit different for her.
Name: STEPHANIE MCBALE Offense: On the fencing squad. Can get very competitive and holds grudges with people who almost show her up in fencing. When she squares off with them, she actually tries to hurt them by playing very aggressively. I had an idea already planned out. First I made my way back to the gym where the mats had been laid out for fencing practice. I looked off to the side and it seemed that some of the teachers were interviewing some of the girls from the volleyball team, I could have made an easy guess about what they were asking them. Stephanie was standing off to the side watching two other fencers square off. When they were finished, it was Jessica’s turn. She put her mask on and squared off with another girl. When the coach called for the girls to start Stephanie quickly lunged at the other girl who wasn’t expecting her to be so aggressive. The girl was losing balance and when Stephanie made another aggressive lunge at her, the girl fell down and twisted her ankle. The coach rushed to the girl’s aid while Stephanie stood back and took her mask off. A couple of the girl’s friends rushed to her aid and helped their friend up. “You two girls help me take her to the nurse’s office. McBale is in charge everybody continue sparring.” The coach said. The coach led the three girls towards the doors and as they were leaving I noticed a pretty nasty look of satisfaction that Stephanie had as she watched that girl. Before I could do anything, one guy stood up and got in Stephanie’s face. “That was bullshit Stephanie and you know it!” he said. “It was a ...ing accident Jeff, and besides, mind your business.” “Oh yeah accident, I told you we were over with!” “That’s fine I just can’t believe you left me for her.” “That’s ...ing it!” Jeff took a step away and put his mask on which got a few oohs and ahhs from the crowd. “Okay, you want to hurt someone? Hurt me.” Stephanie smiled at the challenge and put her mask on as well and got into her stance. She took the cover off of her sword and threw it to the side. “Then let’s cut the bullshit and really hurt each other.” She said. Jeff took his cover off and then got into his fighting stance. The two opponents squared off but just before they did anything I froze time. I walked up to Jeff’s body and carried it off behind the bleachers. I stripped Jeff down to his boxers and put on his fencing gear and mask. It’s not that I doubted Jeff’s fencing abilities, it’s just that I had a job to do and I figured just beating Stephanie at her own game wouldn’t be enough to put her in her place. I grabbed the volleyball nets that were stashed in the back and tied Jeff up and then I stuffed a sock in his mouth to make sure he wouldn’t cause any attention. I walked back to where Jeff originally stood and snapped my fingers unfreezing time. Stephanie started circling and I knew I had to act fast because she looked ready to hurt me. With my hand around the sword, I quickly brought my pointer finger against my thumb and rubbed them slowly together. All of the sudden, Stephanie started moving extremely slower than normal, which is what I wanted. What was great about this was, nobody could tell that time had slowed down, all it would look like is as if I was super fast. I watched Stephanie slowly circle me and then at a normal pace I walked behind her. Stephanie still faced in the direction where I originally stood before standing in a normal stance out of confusion, and then she slowly turned to where I currently was. Everybody in the crowd did the same thing and I could see their look of amazement as they stared at me wondering why I was so fast. Now was the time to get to work. I started by walking close to Stephanie and with slow precision slashed the buttons off of her vest. Stephanie looked as if she was going to lunge at me just as hard as she did to the other girl but before she could, she dropped her sword and stepped back as her buttons slowly flew into the air in slow motion. Stephanie’s vest flew open exposing her red and green plaid bra. I stood back folding my arms and heard everybody in the crowd laugh in slow motion. I allowed Stephanie to cover herself and then she quickly bent down to pick up her sword and lunged at me again. I gave her five seconds as she lunged at me before sidestepping her. Still in the lunging position, I slashed the rest of her vest until it slid completely off of her torso. Stephanie stopped again as she watched her vest fall to the ground. Stephanie let out a low deep roar and charged at me again. This time, I ran at her and slashed at one side of the hip of her pants. I then ran around her in a circle slashing the back, the other side and the front of her pants before running back to where I was standing. Jessica was charging at me but immediately slowed down as she felt the clothing around her legs slowly come apart until it was nothing but pieces on the floor. Jessica dropped her sword this time as her hands flew in the air out of shock as she stood there now in her matching red and green plaid bra and panties. I couldn’t help but laugh, she looked like a Christmas present. Stephanie’s arms slowly covered her chest and panties as she crossed her legs. With her legs crossed, her ass stuck out so I decided to do the finished touches. I rubbed my fingers some more to slow time down even more. I then walked behind Stephanie and with my claws, I cut along the backside of her underwear until there was very little of it covering her backside. Then I grabbed the back of her panties and lifted them up making it look like a thong. Nobody could tell what I was doing because to them, I was just a white blur. To finished things off, I took my sword and made a small “Z” on her exposed butt cheek. Satisfied with my work I walked back to where originally stood and snapped my fingers to bring things up to speed. Stephanie was still covering herself but then she yelped as the pain from the cut I gave her came. She put her hands on her behind but when she felt the flesh of her own ass instead of what she expected to be silk, she screamed even louder. Everybody watching was on the floor laughing. “You have been stripped by Zorro!” one of the girls shouted. “That was awesome Jeff!” another guy shouted. Just then the coach returned and his face grew beat red (almost as red as Stephanie’s) when he saw Stephanie in her state of undress. “What the hell is this?” he shouted. I took that as my cue to leave so I snapped my fingers to freeze time and put Jeff’s clothes back on and positioned him to where I was so he could be my scapegoat. “It was Jeff’s fault. I..I…he was so fast…” Stephanie stuttered, pointing at Jeff while covering herself with her other hand. Poor Jeff looked around, confused with everything and took his mask off. “No I didn’t! I don’t know how but I was tied up and naked behind the bleachers!” he said. “The only person that’s naked right now is Stephanie now you got some explaining to do.” Said the coach with his arms folded. As much as I wanted to hear Jeff smooth talk his way out of this, I had one more girl on the list before I could collect my paycheck. |
| Name: | Mike |
| Subject: | Karmic Bakance - Part 3 |
| Message: | As I walked out of the locker room I pulled out the list Minos gave me and crossed off the three girls’ names and looked down at the next one.
Name: JESSICA FEATHERMAN Offense: This College Senior has been doing theatre all her life at the University. As a freshman she was ignored and was not given any roles for her first two years and was stuck doing costumes and makeup. Jessica was very angry about this and swore she’d never do that to other people. When she finally did start getting roles, her peers told her she was great and that boosted Jessica’s confidence a little too much. Jessica gets all the lead roles now and despite her own experiences, ignores lower classman and coldly gives them harsh critique in their acting skills in workshops. Boy, if this girl didn’t clean up her act, she was going to end up where all the other hypocrites go in hell, which is not a pretty sight at all. I walked over to the theatre of the University knowing that Jessica would be there. I walked inside and saw a sign that said DRESS REHEARSAL PLEASE BE QUIET. I quietly opened the door and slowly crept in hiding behind one of the seats. The play must have been a musical because the orchestra was in the pit and Jessica was onstage singing in an 18th century dress with one of those ridiculous wigs that they used to wear. As the song was going on, I snuck backstage to get closer. To my luck, no one else was backstage. I snapped my fingers and froze time, silencing the music. I walked onstage and realized why no one was backstage, the entire cast and crew was sitting in the audience, obviously waiting for their time to go on, this was good because Jessica would have an audience. I started by unzipping the back of Jessica’s dress and since the thing was so heavy it quickly fell down to Jessica’s feet. Boy, Jessica was a real method actor because she wasn’t wearing a bra so her full breasts were being exposed and she was wearing 18th century undergarments which were just long white pajamas basically, man I hadn’t seen anybody wear those in ages. I figured Jessica looked ridiculous, but not enough so I went backstage to the shop and got some glue. I walked back to Jessica and removed her wig. I squeezed some glue in the wig and in Jessica’s black hair as well and then placed the wig back on. Once that was done I took the dress with me offstage and unfroze time. The music resumed and Jessica kept singing but then the music stopped as soon as Jessica sung off key and screamed. Everyone in the audience was laughing in surprise because I don’t think they expected Jessica to go so far as to wear everything 18th century. Jessica covered her breast and covered as much as she could of her underwear and made a face of pure hatred. “Goddammit costumes, I told you guys to pin my dress up more!” she shouted. Man, I wanted to get on with the next girl but now I had to do something else to Jessica. I froze time again and pulled out my cell phone and dialed Minos’ number. “Hello?” he answered. “Hey boss it’s Zeke, I was wondering if you could send me up a metal chastity belt?” “What the hell for?” Minos asked a little confused. “Well I’m taking care of one of the girls on the list and I think this is appropriate.” “All right I’ll send one up, by the way, you’re doing a great job. The girls you’ve taken care of already are thinking twice before opening their mouths.” Minos hung up and as soon as I put my phone away, a flame burst in my hand and I now had my chastity belt in my hands. I walked over to Jessica and removed her 18th century undergarments and placed the chastity belt on her. Since thongs were the style these days, the chastity department had designed these special metal thongs with locks on them, which I thought was nice. I put her other pair of underwear back on but I pulled off the lining on the waste off so it would immediately fall as soon as I snapped my fingers. I walked back offstage and unfroze time to watch my finished product. As soon as I snapped my fingers, Jessica’s underwear dropped down and Jessica’s jaw dropped as she tried to cross her legs and cover her crotch. Jessica’s shock changed to puzzlement when she felt metal. She looked down and screamed even louder when she realized what she was wearing. “I don’t know which one of you did this but I swear to god I’ll get you kicked off the show!” she shouted. Jessica headed offstage and went to grab her wig to throw it off and screamed in pain when it would not budge. Jessica uncovered her chest as she tried frantically to use both hands to pull the wig off but with no success. The audience and the orchestra were laughing at Jessica who really did look like an heiress in the 18th century, just one without any clothes. I left Jessica in her state of undress as I exited backstage and crossed her off the list, |
| Name: | Mike |
| Subject: | Karmic Balance - Part 2 |
| Message: | I walked away from the crowd and looked at the list again crossing out Sarah’s profile. This was interesting, instead of one girl that was next on the list, it was actually three girls who were bracketed together.
Name: MANDY THERON Offense: Captain of the volleyball team. Very competitive and yells at anybody on the team when they mess up. Very sore loser. Name: SANDY WILLIAMS Offense: Another volleyball team member. Hangs out in the locker room and listens for girls who badmouth Mandy and then rats them out causing more trouble. Since she’s a tall girl, she’s also not afraid of intimidating girls either with her size. Name: ANDREA BURNS (I get it, Mandy, Sandy and Andy real cute) Offense: Not on the volleyball team just one of Mandy’s friends. She is friendly to the other girls on the volleyball team but when she’s with the other two, says some pretty nasty things behind there backs. She’s also responsible for spreading rumors about one girl that caused the girl’s boyfriend to break up with her. This was going to be good, three for the price of one. I figured that since two of the girls were on the volleyball team, they’d be at the gym practicing so that’s where I walked. Sure enough, there the three girls were with the other volleyball members. Sandy and Mandy were in these really tight shorts with their t-shirts tied like the other girls. Andy was standing next to Mandy wearing black dress pants and a long sleeve dress shirt. Mandy was standing on the side watching Sandy warm the team up. One of the girls on the other side of the net bumped the ball up to the other side. Sandy watched the ball fly in the air and with great strength in her long legs, jumped up in the air and spiked the ball sending it down so fast that two of the other team members on the other net stepped out of the way. “Guys, you’re not in high school gym class, hit the ball it’s not going to hurt you.” Mandy said. Andy laughed at Mandy’s joke while Sandy shot this evil look to the girls who ducked out of the way as if they were expected to stop the ball. Sandy served the ball to the other team and once again, one of the girls bumped it up and sent it to Sandy’s side. Sandy jumped up in the air with determination to send it flying at another girls' head when I snapped my fingers to put a stop to this. I walked up to the volleyball court to get a closer look at the girls and to decide what I was going to do. I figured stripping them was a nice way of humbling someone so I stuck to that formula. I walked up to Sandy first. She was in mid air so pulling her shorts down was easy. I was amazed at how firm her butt was. Maybe it was because it she was wearing a nice purple thong but man, I had never seen a butt that firm. (I had seen a lot because in hell you’re naked a lot of the time.) I finished up on Sandy and took her shirt off exposing some full C size breasts that were going to be bouncing freely since she had no bra on. Satisfied with Sandy, I decided to turn my attention to Andy and Mandy. I walked up to Mandy first and took off her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra either, must have been a sports thing. Her breasts weren’t nearly as full as Sandy’s but they weren’t a bad size. I took her shirt with Sandy’s clothes and then removed Mandy’s shorts. Now, if I had a penis, which demons don’t, I definitely would have crossed my legs at the nice number Mandy wore. She had on a hot pink thong that was tied in the back by a single ring. I was going to have some fun with that. Next I stripped Andy of her clothes and put them in the pile with the others. Man she didn’t have a bra on either, what was with these girls? Andy was wearing something interesting too. She had on a black thong that was held together by two metal buckles along the side of her underwear. I took a moment to look at both Mandy and Andy’s underwear and devised a plan. I unbuckled the sides of Andy’s underwear and ran them through the back of Mandy’s underwear. I didn’t really want to move them from their original position, but this was going to be worth it. Andy was now standing back to back with Mandy, who was still facing the volleyball court. I took the bundle of clothes from the three girls and I threw them behind the bleachers where I remained hidden. Once I was comfortable, I snapped my fingers again and let time resume. Sandy spiked the ball that was in the air but she didn’t send it flying at all because she lost strength in her arm when she felt a breeze hit her body. As Sandy landed to the ground her breasts bounced a little causing the jaws on the girls of the opposite side of the net to drop. Sandy looked down and screamed before covering her chest and crossing her legs. It was kind of funny, with her legs crossed; Sandy was about the same height of the other girls. While Sandy alternated from covering her crotch to her ass, Mandy walked towards Sandy to help her when she stopped as she felt a tug from behind. Andy also felt a tug and tried turning around but every time she did she felt a tug from what felt like her underwear. Both girls looked down and saw that they were in the same state as their friend Sandy and both screamed covering their chests. It was a classic cartoon, wherever Mandy ran, Andy ran in the opposite direction and the elastic from both girls’ underwear pulled them together. This time, Mandy and Andy both planted their feet firmly as they tried to get away stretching out each other’s underwear pretty hard until there was a loud rip that sent both girls forward landing on their faces. Boy I was surprised, Mandy had brown hair but um, her other hair was black. I guess she dyed it then. Having now been fully exposed, Mandy screamed even louder and started running toward the locker room, hand between her legs. Andy followed Mandy close behind with her hands on her chest and Mandy’s underwear dangling from hers. All three girls ran to the locker room to get their dress clothes. At this point, the other girls on the volleyball team were laughing their asses off because this was the first time they had seen the three girls in fear and embarrassment instead of always anger. I slowly followed the group of girls to the locker room. I waited a couple seconds after they all went in so they wouldn’t notice me. When I walked inside, the volleyball team was standing outside of the bathroom stalls and I could see three pairs of crossed legs hidden behind three stalls. “Which ...ing one of you did this to us?” Andy shouted from behind the stall. “Whoever took our clothes from our lockers better give them back or you’re off the team!” said Mandy Sandy followed that by saying, “I’m going to kick all of your asses when I get out of here!” Did I mention that I froze time again and took their clothes out of their lockers too? Boy they were all still angry so I figured I needed to humble the three girls some more. I froze time again and opened the stalls. All three girls were still covering themselves, despite being behind the stalls. I tried removing the panties off of Sandy and Andy, but it was damn near impossible since their legs were crossed so I just lengthened my claws and cut them off from the sides. I threw their underwear in the garbage and then I moved the girls into the showers and turned the showers on. I stepped back hidden behind a locker and then resumed time once again. The volleyball team had a look of confusion when they saw that the stalls the girls were hiding behind were open and that no one was there. Then a chorus of three screams attracted their attention to the showers where the three girls were standing naked in the shower. The water hadn’t had any time to warm up and it was freezing cold, causing the Mandy, Sandy and Andy’s nipples to become very erect. The volleyball team started laughing hysterically and some of the girls even pulled out their cell phones and started taking pictures. Once the three girls saw the flashes going off they tried covering themselves again. Sandy and Andy must have thought they still had their underwear because they only covered their chests. They must have felt the water hitting them from below because they looked down and realized they were completely naked like Mandy and freaked out some more. I guess when you’re embarrassed you’re in a state of panic and make decisions you probably wouldn’t make if you were thinking rationally. To try and cover themselves up, Sandy and Andy both placed their hands over Mandy’s body to cover her while she placed one hand over Sandy’s crotch and one hand over Andy’s crotch to cover them. Three girls being in a shower naked together already seemed as if it was something out of a porno movie, but now that they were touching each other, it looked as if the three girls were coming out of the closet. I left the locker room while the volleyball team was still taking pictures, knowing that there is no way those girls would ever treat people like they way they did because I’m pretty sure those pictures would be used as blackmail against them. |
| Name: | mike |
| E-mail address: | skarecrow36@yahoo.com |
| Subject: | Karmic Balance |
| Message: | Karmic Balance
By Mike E. My name is Zeke, well not really it’s actually something that cannot be pronounced in English so Zeke will have to do. I am a demon and council member of the eighth sphere. There’s also Abbadon , Pan the swift, Mammon the unseen, and a bunch of others who all have some special duty in hell. What do I do? Well I am a Time Demon, basically I control how fast time travels in hell. Sometimes times I decide to make years go by like minutes and sometimes I like to stretch seconds out for a century, depends on what the big L wants me to do really. It was an okay job but I was getting a little bored and was up for a change in duties. Finally I decided to go up the office of my supervisor, Minos to see if there was anything else I could do. When you go to hell, your fate is decided by this guy. He is responsible for punishment traffic, paychecks, the schedule and in my case, job duties. I knocked on the door and I heard his voice say, “Come in”. I opened the door and there my boss was sitting back in his leather seat smoking a cigar. “Ah Zeke, come in what can I do for you?” he asked me with a smile. “Well I know your busy Minos so I’ll keep it short,” I said, “I’m getting a little stir crazy being down here in the eighth sphere just controlling time.” Minos’ smile quickly faded and he sat up right in his seat, giving me his full attention. “What do you want me to have you do instead? Push boulders up a hill? Whip people?” I could tell he wasn’t too happy with me. “No, but there’s gotta be something else I can do. At least somewhere else. I’ve been down here in the eighth sphere for over two thousand years. I’m not asking for a raise I’m just asking for a change of scenery.” Minos sat back in his chair again and smoked on his cigar. Then his eyes widened and he leaned forward again with a look of excitement in his eyes. “I know, how would you like to be working with the Karma department?” The what? “Karma department sir?” “Yeah, we take part in the negative side of Karma didn’t you know?” “I thought we didn’t believe in Karma sir.” “Well, Karma is just the name we gave it. Really, it’s just a fancy way of keeping a balance of making sure bad people that are still living are being kept in check, sort of a way to give them a second chance by humbling them. It’s called Karma because that’s what humans call it because they don’t see any of us doing anything. Are you interested?” To be honest, this sounded a little weird to me. The whole time I’ve been here I never heard of a Karma department and if I did join, what were they going to have a Time Demon do? What were they going to have me speed up time and make bad people late for their jobs? “Uh, Minos, I’m a Time Demon, what use do you guys have for me in the Karma department?” Minos shrugged and rested his feet on his desk, showing no concern for me at all. “I don’t know, you’ve been working in the eighth sphere for two thousand years, you’ve had to have picked up a few tricks. Look, all you are doing is knocking people down off of their high horses so they don’t get cocky.” Seemed like an okay plan. “Okay, I’ll do it. But how do I know which people to get?” Minos opened up his desk drawer and started filing through his papers. Quickly, he pulled out a white sheet of paper and quickly read it through before handing it to me. “This is the file on Cleary University in Philadelphia. It’s a pretty prestigious college for business students, law students, you know, a place to make powerful people who usually end up in our hands when they die. Anyway, being that it’s a University, a lot of the girls that go there get a bit too confident after they’ve been excepted. On that paper is a list of specific girls that need to be taken care of.” I looked at the list, it wasn’t too long but for my first time it seemed like a lot. “So what do you want me to do to them? Run em over with a car, push them down the stairs.” “No you idiot nothing like that.” Minos said getting frustrated, “Just humble them so they lose their cockiness. That’s all. Now get outta here and get to work.” Before I could say anything else, a strong wind pushed me out of the room and the door to Minos’ office swung shut. I took the gate to Philadelphia and was transported just outside of the campus grounds. I walked over to the parking lot and looked at myself in the window of a car. I was a man in his late twenties with a ponytail, wearing a brown plaid suit, god hell needed to do some research on style because even I knew this was ridiculous. I looked down at the list and read the first name. Name: SARAH FROST Offense: Losing her temper at mock trials and making one of the opposing team members cry. Has no remorse at all and is heavily convinced that she’s right about her issues. The photo was of a cute girl for someone who seemed like she deserved to be on the third sphere of hell. She had long blonde hair, a nice tone body and some decent sized breasts. Nothing too huge but she wasn’t a board either. She was also a lot taller than the normal girl, which kind of would make me want to date her if it wasn’t for the fact that I wasn’t human. It took me about twenty minutes to find Sarah on campus and really that was by luck because classes were ending so there were tons of students walking to their next class. Sarah was walking along the park, not talking to anyone and without a smile on her face. She looked like she could lose her temper if she didn’t get her way. I decided to stay back behind the pillar of the hallway and waited for Sarah to walk by. Just as she was walking past me I realized, I didn’t know what the hell I was going to do. While I was trying to think of something, Sarah had already walked past me. I quickly tried running after her and as she was walking past a picnic table with a group of girls, one of the girls stood up and stood in Sarah’s way. “You have a lot of nerve, screaming at my partner at mock trial the other day.” The girl said. Sarah’s eyes flared at the girl and she stepped forward in the girls’ face making her step back. “Well I’m sorry if you two dykes want to get married but I think that is sick and that’s what that bitch gets for saying that I was against gay marriage because I was homophobic!” Geez, she really could lose her temper. She almost had that girl crying. Before the fight escalated into a physical fight, I snapped my fingers and all was quiet because I had stopped time. I walked up to the frozen Sarah to get a closer look at her. She was quite the fancy dresser. She wore this sleeveless v-neck dress shirt that cut pretty low and she wore black dress pants. I figured if this girl thought that being right was the only thing important, I’d make her think twice when I got the idea to tamper with her clothing. I don’t care how right you are in an argument, but if you standing in front of me in your underwear, you’ve lost all status and should crawl into a hole. I grew out the claw of my pointer finger and ran it from top to bottom of Sarah’s shirt exposing a nice white satin bra. Next I cut the fabric of her shirt from her shoulders and then from the sides so when I unfroze time it would fall off. Next I unbuckled her belt and then unzipped the front of her dress pants. The belt was pretty heavy, but Sarah had some nice hips holding those pants up still so I lowered her pants further down so the weight of the belt would pull them the rest of the way down. Satisfied with my karmic balance, I walked back to my original spot and snapped my fingers to resume time. I don’t know what Sarah’s next sentence was because it stopped mid way when her shirt fell off from the front of the back and when her pants dropped down to her ankles exposing her silk white bikini panties. The other girl brought her hand to her mouth in surprise and then started laughing as Sarah stopped and looked down in horror at her exposure. “Wow Sarah, for a snooty bitch, I expected you to be a thong wearer” she said. Sarah screamed and tried covering her bra and her panties, which isn’t what I would’ve done because that attracted a lot of attention from other people. Everybody around her started gasping in amazement while other people were running up to see what the big fuss was about. Sarah looked around at the growing crowd and tried to run but tripped from the pants around her ankles, as she fell in the air I snapped my fingers and froze time again. I walked up to Sarah and pulled the back of her bra and hooked it around the edge of a picnic table. I figured it couldn’t hurt to take things a step further as I snapped my fingers again. There was a loud ripping sound and now Sarah’s bra was dangling from the corner of the picnic table and Sarah remained on her stomach knowing that she just lost her bra. The guys around me starting hooting and hollering as Sarah put her arm around her chest and slowly got up. The girl she was arguing with was almost in tears from laughter, so was Sarah, but I don’t think she was laughing. Then some guy pushed his way through the crowd and put his varsity jacket around her, I guess it was her boyfriend. Sarah and her boyfriend walked off while the crowd that had formed around her still hooted at her. Not too bad for my first time I thought. |
| Name: | zipper |
| Subject: | An actual account of a stripping and humiliation |
| Message: | An actual account of a stripping and humiliation. It was in a small town in France in 1944. After the German army had left and was liberated., the town took all the women that collaborated with the Germans to the town square, cut there hear short and then forced them to strip naked in front of crowd people. Then paraded with there hands held at there sides so they could not cover anything.
One eyewitness in this one town watched as three girls in there late teens were taken to the center of town with a crowd of about 200 or more people watching. The local barber sat them down on a stool and one at a time sheared off there hair. Then in front of the crowd the girls were then told to take off all there clothes. Reluctantly the girls striped. Growing more embarrassed as the took off each article of clothing. Finally with faces beet red they stood completely naked. Ordered to put there hand on top of there heads to prevent them from covering any parts of there The crowd cheered and laughed as they viewed there bare boobs and pussy now on display they even made the girls turn around so the crowd to see there bare assess. |
| Name: | Casual Voyeur |
| Subject: | Cast Party: Beiruit or Beer Pong (cont'd) |
| Message: | (This part gets a little more intense, so if you're likely to be offended by anything explicit, this is a warning. Not sure how offensive it could be, but just be aware. Also, sorry it took a while to get around to this, I'm getting near to finals.)
So when we left, we had two naked blondes in the middle of a room full of people. The taller blonde with tight curls and a B-cup/C-cup was standing hunched over a little bit in the middle, panting. At this point, each blonde had finished two dares, but when the times were revealed it turned out that each had also lost one of the dares and gained an extra, so the guys were only out one dare on each blonde. The guys who had won the game in the first place were conspiring again and came back to the room all grins. Now, there's a statue on my campus that is routinely the center of some pretty bizarre stunts, people like to pee on it, and once it was covered with plastic wrap and then ketchup and mustard. The guys had come up with another plan, the two girls, along with a few chaperones, would go to the statue and perform a few tasks for their third dare. So the two guys, the two girls, and a few people from the party (a lot of people decided that more beer was more important that watching these lovelies perform things in public). Obviously, I went with the group that went to the statue, how could I pass up an opportunity like this? We headed out from the house, and no the girls didn't get to get dressed. So we walked outside, across a semi-major highway of sorts, past a frat, past our dining hall, and through the quad with two very naked blondes, only one of which thought to cover at all. The shorter blonde kept her hand over her crotch, while the tall blonde didn't really think about it (I don't know what made her so bold, but I think this night made her my hero). So the lot of us got to the statue and the guys whispered in the girls' ears. Both girls blanched a little bit, but were bolstered by alcohol and the resolve to beat each other. The taller blonde walked right over to the statue and sat on its lap. She swung her legs out to either side of its lap (the figure is sitting) so that she was fully on display, tipped her head back, and brought her hand into her crotch. She started rubbing and inserting at a furious pace. Most of us took a second to register what was going on. Now, the blonde seemed like she'd been getting hornier and hornier by the second, I'm sure getting vigourously licked down below by a dog didn't help that situation. So in a few moments she was panting heavily. Soon she moaned and jerked around a little as she came right in front of us. She slumped a little and took a moment to get off of the statue. The shorter blonde looked a little terrified, but she stepped up to the statue too. She sat in the same position, hesitated, then called for a volunteer from the audience.I jumped at the chance, as did a couple other guys and one of the girls, but she chose me. I stepped forward and she leaned close to my ear and said, "I need you to finger me until I cum twice." I was a little shocked at how forward she'd been, based upon her shyness, but she just leaned back and I figured this was pretty awesome. So I started slowly at first, building a rhythm up. I started with one finger, sliding it up and down between her lower lips, then in and out. I added another finger, sliding it in and out and curling my fingers up inside of her. Then I took my other hand and started playing with her right breast. I started going faster between her legs and added a third finger. She began panting, her eyes were closed and she seemed as if she was focused somewhere else. I slid my thumb up from my fingers until I found her clit, she gasped, and I started rubbing vigourously. Soon she grabbed my wrist and was wracked with her first orgasm. I paused and she panted out for me to keep going. I did, but I then leaned in closer to her ear and asked, "Is it alright if I get closer to the action?" She paused, but nodded her approval. So I knelt between her legs and started eating her out. It wasn't long, between her work-up and the action of my tongue, before she came again. She slumped forward and pushed my head away gently. I stood up to a small cheer and noticed a video camera in one guy's hand. The shorter blonde stood up and smiled weakly. The tall blonde lost, the guys said, because the shorter blonde had used crowd participation. The blonde hung her head, and one of the guys whispered in her ear. I didn't think anything could embarass this blonde but she turned a little pink. The guys announced what the forfeit for losing this challenge was, the taller blonde had to get a guy off on the steps of every classroom building. This may sound daunting, but I go to a very very small school, so this could be accomplished with only the people in our group. We walked over to the closest building and the taller blonde seemed a little lost at first. Then she just shrugged and walked over to one of the guys on the other side of the group, knelt, and started undoing his pants. The guy seemed a little shocked, but that was replaced soon after the blonde's hand went into his pants. One of the girls in the group giggled at the absurdity of the situation, while the blonde teased out the guy's dick. Soon there was a little bit of it sticking out the front of his pants. The blonde just went for gold and leaned in to start sucking him off, in front of all of us, on the steps of one of our classroom buildings. The guy came soon enough, and we all went to the next building. I was probably the fourth guy she got off, and let me tell you, she was very good at what she was doing. Anyway, by the eighth building we had run out of guys all of a sudden. The blonde asked what she should do, the guys who'd won the game told her to make due. She had another moment of indecision, then grabbed one of the girls from the group. She'd grabbed a very hot brunette, short with C-cup/D-cup breasts. She sat her on the steps and then knelt and undid her pants. The girl was sort of giggling through the whole process, I'm pretty sure she was really drunk too. The blonde decided the tight jeans were really in the way, I guess, cause she whipped them off the brunette entirely. She once again went about her business, so that now there was a tall hot blonde eating out a hot brunette on the steps of one of our buildings, all for the camera at that. I felt like I was in a porn for a second. Eventually the brunette stopped giggling and started gasping and panting, before letting out a scream that she tried to suppress with both of her hands. The guys congratulated the blonde as the brunette sorta stumbled up. She must've been really drunk, cause she didn't even ask for her pants back from her friend who'd picked them up. (I've got to go to class, but I swear I'll come back and finish up soon.) |
| Name: | Michelle |
| Subject: | embarassed by brother |
| Message: | When I was 15 I spied on my 18 year old brother doing his girlfriend. I watched through the door for a bit and then wandered in and stood next to the bed. They didn't notice me straight away, I'd been there for about 5 minutes before my brother told me to go away.
My mum came in soon after and I grassed him up. He vowed revenge on me and he got it three years later (He was 21, me 18). He came home after a night out with some mates and I was taking a shower. He unlocked the door with a coin (funny lock!) and let all his mates in. There were seven of them including him. My parents were away for the weekend. Firstly him and his mates took everything out of the bathroom including towels, clothes and the shower curtain. They then waited outside until I made a run for it, as I came out my brother took a picture of me butt naked then they all grabbed me and carried me downstairs, through me outside and locked all the doors. They only let me back in when they woke up in the morning, about 11 o'clock. I don't know if anyone saw me and it wasn't that cold so it could have been worse but he definately got revenge. All his mates have a copy of the picture and whenever I see them they make comments. I'm reasonably attractive so I've got over it! ;) |
| Name: | funnjteacher |
| E-mail address: | funnjteacher3@yahoo.com |
| Subject: | college depantsing |
| Message: | when I was in college we had this tradition in our fraternity of throwing a guy who got pinned to his girlfriend in the college lakes. Our fraternity consisted mostly of football players. About 90% of the fraternity played on the football team. Well I got pinned to my gf in the winter of my Junior year. So I knew it was coming eventually.
It finally happened on a Friday night, a warm spring night in April. I went over to the girls dorm to visit my gf. she was there along with her roomate and my gf's sister who was a junior in high school was there along with her friend. They were spending the weekend with my gf. Usually the guys just grab you and carry you to the lakes and throw you in fully clothed. I think that is what they were going to do until they saw my gf's sister and her friend. Anyway, we were all just sitting around talking when there was a knock at the door. My gf's roomate answered it, and when she did a bunch of my frat brothers burst into the room. The grabbed me and wrestled me to the ground. it was no use fighting....plus I knew eventually I was getting thrown in the lakes. I told the guys that they needed to take my wallet out of my pants...and someone said why don't we just take off your pants. I really didn't think they were serious until I heard my gf say "go for it" I felt hands start to pull off my shirt, but I really got scared when I felt hands start undoing my shoe laces and pulling off my sneakers and socks. Now I began to thrash around....yelling at them to knock it off. But i was held down by a bunch of them. One guy was kneeling on my chest. I then felt my jeans being undone and then being pulled off of me.....I was sooo embaressed, especially in front of three other girls who I knew. Finanlly i was being held down in just my tighty whities.....and I heard the girls laughing, my gf's sister said "keep going I want to see him naked" I yelled to let me go and give back my clothes.....I didn't want to be carried out of the girls dorm and across campus in only my underwear. I then heard my gf tell her sister "You want to see him naked? Go for it" I was really trying to kick and twist now, but again it was no use. I saw all the girls move alot closer to me. My gf sister said that she was going to enjoy this. I felt her grab the waistband of my underwear and slowly pull them down. oh and she made sure she felt my dick when she did it. She was teasing when she was doing it.....by doing it so slow.....finanlly i felt my dick spring out from my underwear and I heard the girls all laughing. When my underwear was down around my thighs, I felt more hands grab them and yank them down and completely off of me. i was totally humiliated at this point. Next the guys grabbed me and lifted me up. carried me out of the room....down the hall and down the stairs.....and since this was a girls dorm there were plenty of girls lined up to see....they had no idea i was naked until I was carried out. i was carried across campus like that....thrown in the lake and then ran back to my room. I was so humiliated by being forcibly stripped naked like that. And my gf's roomate....sister and friend always teased me about it. Yet Me and my gf had some awesome sex after that night. Now I fantasize about being forcibly stripped naked again in front of some clothed females. If anyone would like to talk about this e-mail me |
| Name: | Casual Voyeur |
| Subject: | Cast Party: Beiruit or Beer Pong |
| Message: | So, like I said a short while ago, I'm involved in theatre and had a show go up last weekend. On saturday night we were having a cast party. We had it in a house off campus, and because it was a semi-private party wound up with only about 20 people. However, we had 3.5 kegs of beer, and that's a lot of beer among so few people. Like I predicted, there was some interesting stuff going down that night. People were playing Beiruit, or beer pong as they call it here (I'm at college in New York State), and decided the games were kind of boring. So they decided they'd play strip-beiruit for a while. The people playing at the time were a few of the people from the play, a nice tall blonde with perky breasts, a pretty buff guy who also plays rugby, a slightly shorter stouter blonde with nice breasts, and a guy who wasn't really chubby or ripped, but sort of average.
Anyway, I was watching the game, and as they were pretty drunk at this point, they were pretty careless with their balls. However, the rugby guy was pretty experienced at drunk beiruit and his partner turned out to be pretty good too. It went back and forth at the beginning, but the girls (big surprise) wound up losing. The guys were left barefoot one in jeans and one in his boxers, whereas the girls had lost almost everything. The blonde were left in their underwear, and they were refusing to fully pay up for the five cups each had lost. Shoes and socks had counted as units, so by a simple count they had sacrificed only four items a person. Also, if you lost you had to lose it all anyway, as per the rules. So the girls were being bitches about it and the guys were joking with them about how chicken they were. The blonde with tight curls who was taller than the other blonde decided that being called a chicken just wouldn't go (this probably had something to do with her sporting background and the fact that she was shitfaced). She said that they could probably work something out. The guys talked it over and decided that the girls could make it up in a few dares. The first dare was that they would do simultaneous inverted kegs stands, and whoever gave up first would get an additional penalty. For those who don't know, an inverted kegstand means three guys pick you up and basically stand you upside down on a kegs and then start pumping beer into you. So the girls agreed and were sucking down beer when the guys sort of chuckled and started on with their plan. While the girls were upside down and incapacitated, the two guys went over and undid the clasps on the back of the girls' bras. They also swiped their panties off. So all of a sudden the room has two girls hanging upside down, naked, by the feet, being held up by three guys for the viewing pleasure of anyone who cared. The shorter blonde freaked out and swung her legs wildly to be let go. So they brought them both down and crowned the taller one the champion. The shorter tried to cover up, but the taller one didn't seem to notice what had happened. She raised her arms above her head in triumph and we got a full frontal of a very fit girl. She had nice boobs, probably around the B-cup/C-cup borderline, she was trimmed well down below so there really wasn't left to the imagination. With one dare down the guys appeared again (without the girls' undergarments) and said that they had another dare now. Each girl in turn would be tied to a chair in the middle of the room. This dare involved everyone in that anybody was to feel free to come up to the girl who was tied and do anything to her. The goal was to make her scream out to be let go or just to stop, this would be timed and the girl with the shorter time would lose and get an extra dare. The girl who lost the first challenge went first. She seemed really self-concious and I felt bad for her, that she hadn't gotten maybe a little bit drunker so that she might not remember this. She sat in the chair and the guys pulled ropes out of their pockets. They tied her wrists to the arms of the chair and her ankles to the two legs of the front of the chair, but on the side. So that now the girls was very much open to viewing and participation. Nobody did anything at first, until the taller girl got an idea and decided that since this was being timed she should try and make the first girl lose. She walked up to the chair and leaned over the girl. She started by rubbing her breasts against the tied girls face. When this didn't work she straddled her as best she could and started licking the girls' nipples. While this was a very happy image for most of us guys, the girl in the chair seemed to be squirming a lot. Soon she just burst out laughing, we discovered she was incredibly ticklish. A few guys decided to help out the taller blonde and stepped forward. One started playing with the tied girls' other breast, while another started tickling her feet, yet another reached down between the two girls and all I could see was his wrist moving around. Apparently the third guy couldn't really make up his mind because the taller blonde stood up and said, "You're supposed to make HER ask you to stop, not me." We all laughed, and the guy told her he was sorry and to make it up to her he'd guarantee that he could make the tied girl give up. He knelt in front of her and started tickling the backs of her knees while licking her bellybutton. The tied girl freaked out and cried for it to end. We all clapped and the guys let her up. The shorter blonde shot the taller a look as she was getting tied down that promised revenge. The shorter blonde left the room for some unknown destination while several people including a couple of girls came forward to mess with the newly tied blonde. Eventually we heard the shorter blonde come back and say, "Let me through to her." The tall blonde couldn't see her, as she came from behind, but the rest of us saw the naked blonde carrying a small plasic bag of sorts. Inside the bag were hot dogs. The blonde walked up behind the taller girl in the chair and took out one of the hot dogs. She slowly put it down on the girl's shoulder and the girl shivered. She then ran it down the girl's back which arched forward to avoid the cold slimy object. The taller girls face contorted oddly and then the torturer's hand came back up sans hot dog. She took out another dog and ran it from the tall blonde's lips, down her throat, and to the center of her chest, she then rubbed it around the girls breasts. She leaned down and bit one nipple to cheers and said, "Mmm, tasty." She then shoved that hot dog into the tall blonde's mouth. The short blonde took out another hot dog and ran it from the center of the tall blonde's chest down towards her crotch, but before it got there it detoured out and the short blonde rubbed it down the tall blonde's thigh. Then she rubbed it up the other thigh. She took another hot dog in her hand and rubbed them both against the other girls' inner thighs. The taller girl was biting her lip, it seemed like she was either enjoying it or about to cry out. The short blonde asked, "How're you doing?" to which the tall blonde shook her head and bit her lip harder. The short blonde took the rest of the hot dogs into her hand, so she was now holding probably four hot dogs, and stuck them one after another into the tall blonde's crotch. With each inserting the tall blonde grunted very quietly and bit her lip harder. The short blonde stood back and there were four hot dogs sticking out of the tall blonde's pussy. The short blonde then whistled in an interesting way that we didn't understand for a bit, until we heard a jingling and clicking coming from the other room. The house owner's golden retriever ran in to the call and jumped up on the short blonde. The short blonde smiled and the tall blonde seemed mortified. The standing blonde kissed the dog on the head, set it on the ground, and brought it's nose toward the sitting blonde. The dog caught the scent and moved closer of his own accord. He sniffed up and down the sitting blonde for a while and then started licking recklessly at her chest. The blonde was squirming and laughing. The dog then moved onto her thighs and was licking with abandon up and down her inner thighs. It seemed like the tall blonde could scarce restrain herself. Then the dog hit paydirt. The tall blonde gasped as the dog's tongue hit her most secret part. The dog was having a great time, his tail wagging back and forth vivaciously. Everyone in the room was pretty much laughing their heads off over the whole situation. Finally the tall blonde had had enough and screamed for it to stop. Someone pulled the dog off a little ways, where it ate one of the hot dogs it had had the fortune to grab. The tall blonde leaped up out of the seat, where one of the two guys grabbed her. She claimed it wasn't fair and started to whine, but he grabbed hold of a couple of the hot dogs in her and started moving them in and out. She became very distracted and slumped over a little bit. This allowed the dog access to the missing hot dog, which had been shoved in her butt. So she was now standing in the middle of the room being fucked by a couple of hot dogs while getting a rim job by a golden retriever. She was abled to reach back and pull out the one dog to get rid of the other's attention and then had to force off the guy assaulting her front. She was standing breathlessly in the middle of the room for a while after that. That's when it started to get really interesting and more daring. (I'll be back later to finish up the story, but I've got to go lunch!) |
| Name: | Liana |
| Subject: | Bully Girls |
| Message: | I’m a Hispanic girl who goes to an all white school. I’m 5 3” with brown hair, a 26” waist, and C cup sized boobs. The guys like to stare and because of this I’m not exactly popular with the girls and get bullied a lot. Anyway getting to the point, yesterday before P.E in the changing room five girls grabbed me while I was in the middle of getting changed. They jumped me and all reached in at the same time grabbing the waist band of my shorts and pulling hard in all directions. My shorts got torn to shreds leaving me in my panties and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Then after they spun me around and wedgied me HARD. They lifted me up and hung me on a coat hook. They stuck my sock in my mouth and used a stockings to tie it so it wouldn’t fall out. They let me go and I hung there with my panties pulled all the way up my butt while they took pictures on their cell phones. My panties ripped after like 30 seconds and there I was with no pants at all while they laughed at me taking pictures. Then they pulled my arms behind me and shoved me in a locker locking it closed before all running off. I was there for the whole hour long period before the next class came. Someone unlocked the locker and they all saw me ½ naked! It was embarrassing and I had to go the rest of the day with no panties on under my skirt. Then worst of all once I got back to math class I walked in to a big sarcastic cheer from most of the class who had all already seen the humiliating pictures from the five girls who did it to me. I HATE THEM and swear to get them back for this.
Liana |
| Name: | Amanda |
| E-mail address: | afleming@1977@yahoo.ie |
| Subject: | Birthday Depantsing in the Workplace |
| Message: | Hi everyone. I’m long past being a teen. I’m 29. This story however happened when I was a teenager working in a supermarket. I started working there when I was about 17. I worked there for about 2 years and it was a part-time job I had while still at school.
There was a birthday humiliation policy for people celebrating 18th or 21st birthdays. Thankfully, it wasn’t as bad for the girls as for the guys. For 18th birthdays, girls were gunged; guys had their trousers removed. On 21st birthdays, girls were gunged and handcuffed to the trolley bay at the main entrance and guys were stripped to their undies. Poor souls. There were only a handful of guys working there anyway. Not long after I came there, a young guy my own age came to work there. I won’t tell you his real name because I don’t want to embarrass him but we’ll call him X. Shortly afterwards, he celebrated his 18th. We teased him that we were going to take off his trousers and he would blush and get really embarrassed but because he had only just started, we thought that would be unfair and we left it at teasing only. He was a nice boy and quite cute too. A year later, he was still working there and his 19th birthday came around. One of the girls, Karen, who was a real guy-depantsing fiend, told him how lucky he was to escape humiliation the previous year and he should consider himself very lucky. However, she had a surprise in store for X. She didn’t tell everyone and just kept it among a few of the other girls. One day, in the staff canteen, everyone was relaxed and chilling out when all of a sudden, about 4 of the girls got up out of their chairs. Two of them went behind X and pulled his chair back while another 2 pushed it back. They were being very careful not to injure him. Then another couple of girls pulled him away from the chair completely and laid him flat on the ground. Before poor X knew what was happening, there was a whole crowd of girls around him and it wasn’t hard to guess what was going to happen next. I wasn’t in on the plan and the whole thing took me by surprise. They took off his overall, and in a panicked voice he said: “Hey, what’s going on?” I was really embarrassed for him and I could feel myself blushing. At this point, he was pinned to the ground. His tie came off and then his shirt was being unbuttoned. He started pleading: “Oh, no, please don’t’. Please. Don’t strip me”. He was putting up a bit of a struggle but it was all futile. They did have a problem pinning his legs down but they eventually did. One of the girls holding him down shouted: “Amanda, get his shoes off”. I was so embarrassed, I just stood there blushing. God only knows how poor X felt. He was beaming red. Then another couple of the girls shouted: “Come on, get his bloody shoes off”. I couldn’t bring myself to do it but another couple of girls jumped in and took off his shoes. Then a huge cheer went up as Karen undid his belt. Poor X was really panicking, shouting: “NO! NO! Not my trousers.” Other girls were already pulling frantically at the bottom of his trousers so, when the button was undone and the zip pulled down they slid off to a rousing applause. They were then waved frantically in the air. Poor X was on the floor in his briefs. I always remember them. They were yellow with little diagonal blue stripes on them. They were funny. People laughed hysterically. The more sympathetic girls bit their lips and blushed. That’s not to say we didn’t enjoy what was on show. He looked good in them and I felt really turned on. The girls did go too far though because, if they were ‘getting’ him for his eighteenth the year before, it should have been trousers only. The poor guy was totally humiliated, with his face bright red and his hands covering his groin. The worst was yet to come for poor X though. The girls with his clothes ran off with them and hid them. They were obviously thinking ahead and locked the storeroom with all the spare uniforms. This all happened just before the end of the last lunchbreak and we all had to get back to work. Poor X was left all alone in the canteen in his underwear. He couldn’t even escape embarrassment there because it was an all-girl staff in the canteen. About 4 of them. He couldn’t go and hide in the toilets because they were down at the other end of the supermarket and that would mean walking down the shopfloor in his underwear. Even though I enjoyed it (and what girl doesn’t enjoy a guy being depantsed) you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. It must have been an awful thing to go through. Anyway, we all went back to work. Word spread about Xs humiliation and soon the girls from the accounts office came into laugh and leer at him. The poor guy must have been dying. Then the checkout girls all came up one-by-one except for Jennifer. There was a strict order that it was to be kept a secret from her. She was his girlfriend. They had been dating for about a couple of months. She lived close by and had gone home for her lunch, as she did every day that she worked there. She was only part-time like myself. This was to be the next part of his humiliation. At one point when myself and some of the other girls were out in the backstore stocking trolleys with stock to put on the shelves, X came out, hands over groin, and shaking like a leaf. The other girls laughed hysterically and wolf-whistled him. They teased him unmercifully. He approached me because we always got on really well and we were friends. He asked me if I knew where his clothes were. I did but I didn’t have the heart to tell him. I just said I didn’t know. He asked me if I would look for them. I told him I hadn’t a clue where they were but I would ask around for him and bring them to him if I found them. It must have been awful for him. He said: “Thanks Mandy, I really appreciate that.” I gave him a sympathetic hug and told him I would try and get them to him. I felt really bad lying to him when he was in the predicament he was in. He went back into the canteen and sat at a table down in the corner, trying to hide his undies from the canteen girls. One of them, a lovely Chinese girl called Amy came out to me and asked me where I could get his clothes. I knew but I was scared to tell. She said: “We must get him clothes. He very embarrassed”. At that, one of the depantsing girls came walking past us and put her in the canteen door and said: “X, if you want your clothes back, they are under Jennifers’ checkout”. I couldn’t see him but I could hear him groan: “Oh, no”. I was feeling terrible at this point. I got out of the stockroom as quick as I could because I thought that he would come and ask me to get them for him and I didn’t want to get on the wrong side of the girls. As I was moving away I could hear the Chinese girl saying: “Please, give him back clothes. I am sorry for him. He is almost naked” I could hear the other girl replying: “It’s just a bit of fun. He’ll get them back.” I later found out that X was told he would have to go down to Jennys’ checkout to get them. It was now approaching 3.45 and X knew that the first wave of afternoon tea-break staff would soon be entering the canteen again. I later found out that the following happened. He decided to bite the bullet. He made his way out through the stockroom, got a cardboard box, cut out the bottom of it and put it around his waist. Some of the girls saw him and took the box from him by way of ripping it up. They told him that he had to walk down the shopfloor in his underwear and, that, if he tried to cover them with any object, his underpants would be taken off. I, and many others, hearing this afterwards, thought that was going way too far. What started off as a girly prank had become one poor guys excruciating drawn-out humiliation. All afternoon, I had avoided Jennifer in case she would ask me where X was. I wouldn’t know how to tell her where he really was. X made that long walk down the shopfloor and, as he did, another part of the plan went into operation. As he was about half-way down, an announcement came over the PA, saying: “Ladies and gentlemen, this weeks’ special offer is canary yellow and blue underwear, modelled by one of our male staff, X. Jennifer heard this and was stopped dead in her tracks. When she looked down the middle aisle, she was gobsmacked. There was her guy in his undies only in public. She went bright red and put her hands over her mouth. Poor X was ruined. When Jenny eventually managed to get her breath, she said: “What happened? Where are your clothes?” He didn’t say anything and looked under her checkout. She was in shock and beaming as red as X. The customers looked on, some stunned, some laughing. The clothes weren’t even under Jennys’ checkout. Poor X was taken for a ride. The shop girls laughed vociferously. Donna then came out with his clothes and said: “excuse me, you left these behind you in the canteen”. Jenny just stood there shaking her head, in disbelief. She told him to go the toilet and put his clothes on. He did. When he came out again, a few of the girls who depantsed him, came out with a cake singing Happy Birthday and they gave him a present. It was shopping vouchers, would you believe for a mens’ clothes shop. When X was being presented with his cake, he was told to blow out the candles and make a wish. He blew them out and said: “My wish is that Jenny will not be too embarrassed to keep on going out with me.” Jenny looked at him, smirked, put her hand over her mouth, looked up at the celing in mock hesitation and said mmmmmmmm…okay! I’ll still go out with you. Everyone applauded. And five years ago, X and Jenny got married. Surely, though, they didn’t need to put the poor guy through that. |
| Name: | sara |
| Subject: | dared to be bare |
| Message: | When I was 15, me and 5 of my girlfriends went to the south coast of England for our summer hols. When we arrived on the Saturday it was SO hot and as we drove along the edge of the beach we saw so many girls sunbathing topless. We were all pretty reserved girls and couldn't understand how anyone could expose their breasts to the world like that. That night, though, while we were getting drunk we made a drunken pact that whoever was last up every morning had to go topless each day on the beach. If you were the last up on the first day (the Sunday) then you would have to be topless on the beach all the way through till Friday and you were then exempt from being last up the next day. As this was the case on Friday all of us would be topless on the beach. On Sunday morning, I was the last one up!!! I couldn't believe it when the others told me that it wasn't a joke and I had to do it. I refused at first but then the others hid all my shirts, bras, bikini tops and assorted other covering items so that unless I wanted to stay in all day, I would have to go topless. In the end I did, and everyone else played to the rules until Friday. When we all went topless we were sunbathing on our towels when suddenly there was a shadow over us and a 'Hello ladies - looking perky today'. It was a boy we knew from our school and we all quickly covered our tops up. Didn't matter much as the guys had been watching us for ages and had even taken some video of us topless. He was there with 5 other guys from school and in the end they all came over to chat. We got bored of covering ourselves in the end and gave up showing off our breasts to these guys. We ended up going back to their place, even though we still had no tops and ended up drinking a lot and playing some rather risque games. At midnight we all dared each other to run to the beach butt naked and then back again. We did it in pairs and I went first as I had been the first topless. I had to pick one guy to go with me. The next four girls did the same before my friend Gemma picked the last boy called Paul and set off. As soon as they were gone, another boy, Graham, locked the door and said 'that will teach him'. Apparently Paul had kissed Graham's ex-girlfriend a few weeks back and although Graham wasn't that upset, he did feel this was a good way to get back at him. |
| Name: | PJ P. |
| Subject: | Dirty Pranks |
| Message: | It was me, my friend Luke, and my other friend Sarah. My parent’s weren’t home and we were hanging out in my upstairs room watching a movie. Sarah was wearing those blue workout pants that are really satiny and slippery. When she bent down I could see her pink thong showing. She's my friend but she's hot too. Blonde, nice body from head to toe, nice tummy - the kind I like. I thought, "I could pants her and say it was a prank as an excuse."
I waited for the right moment and my opportunity came when she bent down to get the remote. Without hesitating I ran over and grabbed the back of her pants and tried to pull them down. She spun herself and sat down on the chair so I couldn’t really pull then down as planned. Then Luke jumped in to help. He began to pull on her legs as I held her from behind. As Luke pulled at her legs her pants began to slip down her waist lower and lower because they were so slippery and she had them tied fairly loose. Luke pulled and clawed at her kicking legs as I dragged her back and soon her pants got worked down past her knees. Her pink thong hugging her beautiful smooth hips were fully exposed to us. She began to hit me and try to slap me but her arms couldn’t reach me as Luke continued pulling her pants off. Her p**sy was partially showing on one side of her thong and I lifted her out of the chair so we could see her killer butt too. I held her up helplessly kicking as he continued to pull her pants down. She kicked him in the head a few times so he didn’t get the chance to get them off. She punched my hand really hard and so I let go of her. She tried to run but tripped over her pants that were still around her ankles. I pulled off her pants off and threw them to Luke. “Hide them!” I yelled. I picked Sarah back up and held her there until Luke could find a good place to hide her pants. Finally I let her go and she landed on the ground with her thong all out of place. She slapped me a few times as she tried to get the thin wire of underwear up her crack readjusted. Then she took off with her beautiful butt bobbing around to get her pants back. She ran around the house looking everwhere for her pants. All the time in her little pink thong showing us her butt. We laughed as we followed her around searching for her pants. She searched for a while but couldn’t find them. Finally we made a deal with her that 'if" she removed her thong altogether in front of us we’d give her back her pants. Eventually she accepted. She slid her thong off and stood there in a pose for us for a few moments. "Good enough?" she said standing there naked from the waist down. She went to put the thong back on, but before she could I snatched the thong out of her hand. "Hey! Give me my underwear back!" she demanded looking a bit embarrased now as we laughed at her. She tried to grab the thong back from me but I tossed it to Luke who took off again hiding it somewhere. "If you want it come find it!" he yelled taunting her. Over come with lustful feelings I couldn't resist any longer so I grabbed her around the waist pulling her against me and spun her around like a dancer with my hand on her ass. It was thrilling having her naked p**sy locked against me and a handful of her warm smooth ass cheek. Pushing away from me she tried to get up but Luke jumped in and we basically grabbed and gropped her all over. I had her ontop of me pulling her shirt up to get as much of her body exposed as I could. Luke, seeing what I was doing, pulled her arms up abover her head as I pulled her shirt all the way over her head covering her face. Luke held her like this and I reached back and popped her bra lose exposing her nice little boobies. We pulled her bra and shirt off in one motion leaving her stark naked onto of me. "Make out with us and we'll give you your clothes back." I said with an evil smile. She punched and kicked herself of me eventually breaking free of my grasp. "Come on you guys! Give me my clothes back!!" she sheepishly said as she stood there stark naked covering her most private parts with her hands. "Nope!" we both fired back looking her over up and down. We followed her around completely naked for or about a half hour as she looked high and low and in every drawer and cabinet for her clothes. She was not amused. Finally we couldn’t take the begging anymore and gave in showing her sympathy. We gave her her clothes back and it was a long time before she hung out with us again. I am still waiting for her to get me back. |
| Name: | PJ Prankster |
| Subject: | Keep it going.. |
| Message: | I was at a party the other night in some guy's basement and this girl got it really good. She was being rude and it was pissing the guy off who was throwing the party. At one point she leaned forward to get her drink and he grabbed her black stretchy sweat pants from behind and whipped them down all the way to her thighs! My eyes nearly popped out of my head! She screamed but before she could react two other guys grabbed her and lifted her off the ground into the air. Her pants were still down so we all got a great look at her gorgeous buttox and nicely trimmed front side. She was really mad but stayed at the party after that anyway! Later that night they did it to her again! This time she was standing up and the same guy came up and pantsed her again, but this time he got her sweats and underwear all the way down to her ankles. Then he pushed her over and wrestled them completely off of her! She was in the middle of the room crouched over trying to cover herself yelling and cursing her head off at him. The more she yelled the more he taunted her waving her pants in the air. It was enough of a scene to get the attention of everyone in the house who came over to see further adding to her humiliation. She screamed so much he tossed her pants out the front door onto the lawn and ordered her to get out of the house. She wouldn't so he grabbed her and escorted her naked, struggling, and cursing and forcefully pushed her out of the house like that. It was classic. |
| Name: | Jenny M |
| Subject: | Unfair torture |
| Message: | **warning xxx**
I’m never scared to do anything. One day I had a sleepover and invited my friend Harley. It was just me and her home alone and we decided to play truth or dare. I picked dare as I always do and she says, "I dare you to be my slave for 1 hour." Not wanting to back down I replied, "Bring it on bitch!" With that Harley said, "Lay down." I did. She sat on my back and tied my arms up. Then she turned me around, started undoing my pants and before I knew it had both hands on the waistband pulling my pants off! The she tied my legs together and smacked my bottom a few times. By this point I was worried. She started looking in my dresser until she found a sock which she stuffed in my mouth. "Keep quiet!" she ordered and taped up my mouth. "Stay here I'll be right back." she said as She went out and into the kitchen. A few minutes later she came back with a bucket with a bunch of stuff in it. I saw corn oil, banana, a cucumber, a pack of hotdogs, and a few carrots just for starters. I tried to get my hands undone because I was getting really worried but she caught me. “Did I say you could untie yourself?” she said. I couldn’t reply because the sock was in my mouth. “You’re going to pay for that” she said then she started spanking my bottom really hard and it hurt like hell. She then slowly pulled my panties all the way down to my ankles. I couldn't see what she was doing but she pushed my cheeks apart poured some oil on my crack and stuck a hot dog into my asshole! I squealed in pain as she pushed it deep. She pushed and pulled it in and out while spanking me. Then she got a cucumber and stuck it into my mouth ordering me to suck on it. I tried but it was so big it stretched my mouth wide open making me gag. “Time for a real lesson, but first how about some fun” she said to herself as she flipped me over. I tried to say no but I couldn’t. She pulled my shirt and bra off. My breasts popped lose. Then she started pulling, and pinching my nipples. She slapped and jiggled my breasts around as I screamed in agony. Then she turned around grabbed my crotch and started to pull my hairs. She said my bush was too long so she went and got trimmers out of the bathroom and shaved all my hair off. Then she flipped me over again and said,” And now for your real punishment." I could not believe it but this time she pushed a carrot into my asshole, and worked a hotdog into my pussy! She began spanking me again saying everytime anything fell out she would stick it back in plus another and start again. Well after less than 10 spanks both the carrot and the hotdog popped out so she stuck them both back in plus another! Now I had 2 carrots stuffed in my asshole and 2 hotdogs in my pussy. Again she started spanking me hard till they popped out again. Kicking and screaming she tried to shove 3 things in each hole but in the struggle the lamp table got knocked over and the lamp broke. Screaming "shit!" she untied me and we both cleaned up the mess knowing we would get in trouble. When my dad and brother came home he saw the lamp. My dad was mad and told us to both go to his room. I knew I was in trouble. He sat us both on the bed and I tried to explain but Harley told him it was my fault and that I had even asked her to help cover it up. I tried to argue but my Dad believed her and said I was lying. He pulled my pants and panties off and spanked me right there in front of her. My brother was listening at the door saw the whole thing too. He and Harley laughed at me while I cried and got spanked and humiliated. Now every free chance Harley and my brother get they take my pants off and spank me and torture me just for fun. |
| Name: | kittykat17 |
| E-mail address: | kittykat17@hotmail.com |
| Subject: | Fun with mayo |
| Message: | I played a great practical joke on my boyfriend the other night when he was over my house and my parents went away. He can't stand mayonnaise and we were eating chips and dip so acting all cutesy I dipped a chip in and as I pulled it out I told him to close his eyes and open his mouth making him think I was going to put a chip full of dip into his mouth. Instead I took a chip and scooped up a bunch of mayonnaise out of a jar and popped it into his mouth! As soon as he tasted it he spit it out cursing at me. He was so mad I had to run to get away from him! I was laughing so hard.
Well I apologized and he forgave me as far as I knew. Later we were watching TV when he asked if he could play my brother’s Xbox. I said all right and got up to set it up. As I bent over to plug in a cable he grabbed my baby blue thong and rocketed it up my ass. Before I could do anything he pulled my pants down, pushed me to the floor, and tied my hands behind me. Holding me down he then he reached for something behind the seat. It was the jar of mayonnaise! He scooped out a handful of mayonnaise from the jar then yanked my thong strap out of my ass and pulled apart my cheeks. He smushed the mayo up deep into my crack then smeared the remaining mayo all over my cheeks and rubbed some all over my face too! I was a mess! Then he pulled me over his lap and pulled my thong down and spanked my greasy hinny asking me over and over how much I liked mayonnaise now. Finally he let me up and I rushed to the bathroom. It took like 10 minutes of cleaning up and wiping before I got most of the mayo off of me, and out of my crack! My thong was ruined so I had to come out wearing my bra and a towel only. Once out I found that he had hid my pants and would not let me out of the den! I tried to get a way but he chased me and yanked my towel off. He made stay like that wearing nothing but my bra for the rest of the night. One thing led to another and eventually I let him have his way with me doing all sort of dirty things to me. It was the most fun ever! |
| Name: | PJ Prankster |
| Subject: | drunk n' depantsed |
| Message: | Me and a group of about a dozen friends took a trip to Mexico to party right after finals. This guy and his girlfriend that were friends of other friends came along but we didn't know them that well at all. The girl was very cute, with a full shape, nice tan, nice boobs, and looked great in a bikini. She was quite shy at first, and not very talkative. Anyway the trip was a non-stop party and boozefest with all of us drinking and partying way too much for our own good. One very late night after a full night of tequila shots and many many beers we all stumbled back to our rooms to call it a night (or should I say morning?) Anyway this girl (the girlfriend of the guy who came that we barely knew) was just hammered drunk slapping people and being loud and obnoxious. Her boyfriend was already fully passed out in the other room and it was like 6 of us still up, 3 guys, 2 girls plus her in our room. We were all pretty sloppy making dumb jokes and being loud, but this girl was just over-the-top smashed - knocking stuff over, slapping people, and laughing only like a drunk can rolling around on the bed with a few of us. It was all in fun still but one too many slaps later it got pretty annoying so we started whacking her back (and don't get me wrong cause it was light hearted still, not serious) but one thing led to another and next thing were all in a mini-mosh pit wrestling around on the bed grabbing at each other. Laughing, and slurring her words this girl was pulling and tearing at various people’s clothes so 3 others and me ganged up on her. She was wearing these gray cotton hip hugger sports shorts and in the middle of all the grabbing and laughing I hooked my fingers on the waistband of her shorts on both sides and proceeded to yank them down past her hips, and right off her, panties and all! Oh what a wonderful site that was!! We continued wrestling around with her butt naked from the stomach down and she was so drunk she didn't even seem to care much! We smacked her butt, and held her on the bed ticking and pulling at her shirt up while she wiggled around on the bed laughing and crying out in unintelligible words. It was a blur of arms legs, and hands (mostly all over her privates) and eventually we even got her shirt pulled far enough up to cause her boobs to spring loose on display for all to see. They wiggled and jiggled around beautifully as we wrestled around keeping her like this like this on the bed for some time tickling her all over, pinching her boobs and butt, and fingering her private areas. We continued till she eventually gave in lying there naked defeated and sweaty trying to catch her breath - on display as we all stood over her taking it all in. Eventually we let her up but she was so hammered she didn't even make a effort to get up and put her shorts back on that were now on the floor right next to the bed. My friend snapped a few choice photos of her before she conked out totally face down, butt up. Janice one of our friends smacked her cheeks and the spread her ass wide laughing and giving us guys quite a show! Well worried that the boyfriend would cause a fight the next day after he found out what happened we tugged her shorts back up and carried her into the other room to sleep it off.
Funny thing is she was so smashed she never even remembered it happening at all! We of course had some choice pictures to refresh out memories. That was only one of many drunken antics that weekend - for those that could remember that is! But it sure was a good one. |
| Name: | cephid |
| Subject: | Sibling Rivalry |
| Message: | **Original story posted on ASN Board by author MFSBDB**
Jess had finally convinced her parents to let her have a party. The 19-year old brunette was a popular, normal girl, but her parents were very authoritative, and this meant that she was rarely allowed out, and only once in a blue moon was she allowed guests. So imagine her delight when her parents allowed her to have a small gathering whilst they were out for the night. She invited Kyle, Dan, Sam, Natasha and Laura around to watch some DVDs and, since the parents were out until the early hours of the morning, they were to have a few drinks as well. They were not alone in the house. Jess’ sister Amy, who was two years younger than her, was also there. Amy is the archetypal bratty younger sister. Similar to Jess in beauty and popularity, but envying of her sister’s status as the eldest child. Amy also was very keen on Sam, Jess’ friend, and she was very much anticipating his arrival. Both sisters were getting ready. Jess was a little confused to find her younger sister getting ready as though she were host; completely oblivious of her feelings for Sam. Sam was a good friend of Jess’, but there was no real romantic link between the two. The same applied to Kyle and Dan, although she did secretly desire some kind of a link with Dan. “Why are you getting ready as well?” Jess asked her sister. “There’s people in the house, I don’t wanna look a mess, so I thought I’d tidy myself up. What’s it to you anyway?” Amy replied, unable to indulge in polite conversation for more than a few clauses. Jess ignored her sister, and continued down the hall into her bedroom. Once she had finished getting ready, she headed for the living room and flicked through the channels for a while. Her sister appeared in the doorway, dressed in a rather provocative low cut T-Shirt and short skirt. Amy just looked in amazement. “Mum hasn’t finished any washing at all. I literally have only this left, so don’t look at me like that!” Amy barked. Jess was about to comment on how conspicuous it was that Amy had only her best outfit left, when the doorbell rang, and her friends arrived. She welcomed them all in to the living room. “What film do you wanna watch?” she asked. “Die Hard!” replied Sam, despite the fact that it wasn’t an option. “I’m not watching an action film,” pleaded Laura. Natasha and Jess agreed, they’d much rather watch a comedy. “I wanna watch Saw!” shouted Amy, from the back of the room. “Go away, Amy!” her sister said in response, and flashed her a stern look. “It’s my house too!” said Amy, almost stamping her feet in a tantrum. “Seriously, Amy, ... off! You know we’re not allowed guests often, so don’t ruin it!” Amy left quietly. “That was mean,” laughed Kyle. “Yeah well, she’s annoying.” Amy was listening to that, and she decided to embarrass her sister. She knew that Jess was very shy. She never wore skirts, and didn’t even wear a bikini to the beach, opting for a one-piece and shorts. She never showed off her body at all, even though she had a good figure. She was about 5’4”, a really beautiful girl with long brown hair and blue eyes. She was amongst the hottest girls in town, yet she was so incredibly shy. Amy herself was no slut, but she was nowhere near as self-conscious. Whilst Jess and her friends were watching a film, Amy called her sister upstairs. She reluctantly complied after about the third call, and slowly marched upstairs, with an air of anger about her. She found Amy holding a crate of beer. “What are you doing with that?” Jess snarled. “Question is: what are you doing with it? Mum and Dad would kill you! I won’t tell though, if I can have one!” Jess was defeated. She snatched the crate back from her sister, and gave her a can. Amy pulled back the ring, and it sprayed everywhere. Holding it at arm’s length, she succeeded in spraying the foamy alcohol directly over Jess’ favourite jeans. “You bitch!” Jess screamed. “You did not on purpose!” “No, I didn’t, I’m sorry. We gotta wash those jeans or else mum will find out, though. Give them to me, and I’ll go downstairs and put them in the washing machine. You go and find something else to wear.” Without thinking, Jess removed her jeans and handed them to her sister. Amy could barely hold back the laughter when she saw Jess was wearing embarrassing cotton Barbie knickers. Jess covered them with her hands, and her face turned red. She quickly ran into her room to find something else. Amy ran downstairs, laughing under her breath. She had no idea that Jess was wearing the most embarrassing underwear possible, this was almost too good. She threw the jeans in the washing machine and laughed. Of course, there was nothing for Jess to wear! They were down to their last outfits! Jess searched her room frantically for something to wear. There was nothing. All her trousers were in the process of being washed, as she suddenly remembered Amy saying. What could she do? Then Amy called her downstairs, to help with the washing machine. She quickly grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around her waist, to conceal the embarrassing underwear. Reaching the kitchen, and clutching her towel tightly, she found the washing machine on, and Amy gone. Amy wasn’t gone, though, she was hiding. Behind her. Waiting. “Surprise, sis!” Amy laughed, and whipped the towel away from her elder sister, exposing her knickers once again. Jess tried to cover the humiliating garment first, then she decided to wrestle the towel from Amy. Her sister, however, despite being two years younger, was far stronger and more athletic. The commotion caused Sam to come out of the living room into the kitchen. Jess squealed as she realised Sam was there, and tried in vain to cover her underwear. Sam was soon followed by the rest of Jess’ friends, who all laughed when they saw her predicament. Her face was beet red. She screamed at Amy and then shuffled away quickly, clad in only her t-Shirt, underwear and socks, to hide. She could hear the sniggers of her friends and her evil sister in the kitchen as she quickly moved down the hall, still clamping her hands over her scantily-clad bottom and front. Absolutely mortified, she was then shocked to hear her parents with their key in the door. The proverbial deer in the headlights. “Jessica! Why on Earth are you running around in your knickers?” Jess and her sister had not really listened to their mother. Whilst their father was staying out overnight, they had not heard their mother say that she would be home. “I had to wash my jeans, ‘cos they got dirty. Then Amy stole my towel in front of my friends!” “It was alcohol wasn’t it,” replied her mother, unsympathetic. Jess was amazed that she knew. “…Yes, mum. Amy had one and spilt it over me,” she replied, downtrodden. “You let Amy drink! Jessica, I’m disappointed in you. Where are your friends?” “With Amy, in the kitchen.” “Come with me.” “But they’ll see my underwear!” “Serves you right, young lady. If you allow your sister to drink alcohol in this house, then you can go without trousers for the rest of the night!” Jess was shocked, and wanted to curl up and die. Her mum was usually strict on punishments, and forced her daughters to learn from their mistakes the hard way, but this was just cruel. Before she knew it, she was led into the kitchen. Her friends and sister just gawked, as she pointlessly tried to hide her white, Barbie-emblazoned underpants from the room by unsuccessfully trying to pull down her T-Shirt, but it wouldn‘t stretch very far.. She remained silent, and stared at the floor, avoiding eye contact. “Hello, Jess’ friends. You’ll have to forgive Jess’ lack of clothing, but she’s been a silly girl. I hope it doesn’t ruin your evening. Jess, go and watch a film in the living room with your friends, make them feel at home. I need to talk to Amy.” Jess marched with her friends into the living room, still trying to cover herself. Her friends were not reserved, they began commenting on her underwear, whilst singing ‘Barbie Girl’. This was going to be a long, horrible night. Meanwhile in the kitchen, Amy’s mother was dealing with the youngest daughter. “Drinking at your age! You should be ashamed of yourself! And dressing like a prostitute too. Get upstairs and change, this instant!” “But Mum, there’s nothing left for me to wear!” “I’ve got something in my room.” Amy followed her mother upstairs, and was relieved to be allowed to wear some of her mother’s clothing, rather than forced to walk around in a pair of childish knickers like her elder sister. She still chuckled at that thought. Then, her mother walked in and through her new outfit on the bed, with the instruction to come downstairs afterwards. Glancing at the bed, and at her new outfit, Amy’s expression changed radically. She had been given an old nightdress that she hadn’t wore since she was about 12! How could she ever wear that? She had no choice! Stripping off her clothes down to her sky-blue thong (she had no bras left at all), she quickly through on the white, polka-dot nightdress. It only just reached her thighs, and with every step, it exposed her! She felt like crying. Slowly walking downstairs, ready to hide if any of Jess’ friends came out of the living room, she was called into the kitchen by her mother. “There you are.” “Mum, I can’t wear this. It’s too small!” “So were your other clothes. I thought you’d prefer this, seeing as you like to dress like a whore around the house.” Amy was offended at being likened to a slut, but could see her mother was in no mood to argue. “Can you take these drinks in to Jess and her friends?” her mother said, not really posing it as a question. “Dressed like this?! No way, they’ll see my bum!” “You have knickers on, Amy. It’s no worse than your sister’s punishment.” Amy was silent and stared at the floor. Her mother, realising what Amy was implying, physically turned Amy, and lifted her nightdress. “What are these?! These are disgusting, Amy! Take them off at once! You know I forbid you to wear the clothes of a prostitute.” Amy was shocked, and not for the first time in the last five minutes. As she had already deduced, her mother was in no arguing mood, and she quickly removed her thong. “Now take these to Jess!” Amy was on the verge of tears. She walked with a hunch, to prevent the nightdress from revealing anything, although this meant her backside was fully exposed. To counter this, she walked sideways into the living room, where she was greeted by the surprised eyes of Jess’ friends, and her sister, who had thrown a blanket over her legs. She placed the drinks on the coffee table before them, but Jess beckoned for her to hand her drink to her. As Jess reached forward towards Jess, she stumbled and spilt the cola all over herself. She stood there, shell-shocked, when her mother walked in. “You girls just can’t keep your outfits clean can you. Amy, that will stain, we’ll need to wash that nightdress.” her mother spoke, her voice resonating with impending doom for Amy. Amy just stared as her mother sternly walked up behind her. She quickly caught at her smiling sister and her friends on the couch, as her mother lifted her childish nightgown from behind. Caught by surprise, her mother managed to lift it clean off her in an instant, her strength forcing it up over Amy’s head, and off! Amy cried as she instantly clamped her hands to her well-developed breasts. She exhaled in shock as she soon realised her thick, unshaven, dark bush was on show to everyone! This caused her to tightly clasp both hands over her pussy, which revealed her firm, round c-cup breasts with their large, pink nipples to Jess and her friends, briefly, before she used an arm to shield them, unsuccessfully, from view. She just stood with mouth gaping, not even realising that her mother was long gone into the kitchen to wash her dirty garment, for what seemed to her an eternity, but for the boys, was the quickest 20 seconds ever. Her sister laughed as she quickly turned, unintentionally revealing her dimpled white bottom, which she slapped her splay-fingered hands over as she ran naked, out of the room, upstairs, and into her bedroom, where she cried herself to sleep in humiliation. Every cloud has a silver lining, Jess thought. For Sam, Dan and Kyle though, there were no clouds, only silver. |
| Name: | Me again |
| Subject: | Stories of Revenge: Little Ms. Popular |
| Message: | I have a great practical joke I played on an ex girlfriend. It was in college and she was (and still is) a real knock out, killer body, nice breasts and liked to show it all off. I was very excited to have her as my girl while it lasted but alas I had a feeling things would not last with us. She turned out to be a real stuck up bitch in the end. Anyway, she was down the hall from me at our dorm and had always been a real prankster herself. Her idea of a funny joke was stealing someone’s towel and clothes while they were in the showers and then having a bunch of people wait and ambush them naked when they eventually came out. I know first hand because she once did this to me!
Well we had a bad break-up after I found out she was fooling on around on me behind my back. Plus she always seemed more into being popular that into me anyway. I was hurt and decided it was time for some revenge. I still had a key to her dorm room so one late night I noticed her coming back from a party and she was just smashed. I mean falling down drunk. She had always been a lightweight with alcohol anyway so it gave me an idea. I decided to wait an hour or two and then I snuck into her room. To my joy I found her passed out on her bed with her shirt still on but no pants (she still had panties of course). Looks like she was starting to change and then passed out before finishing. Well, she was fully out cold and at my mercy so I rolled her over on her back, undid her shirt, popped open her bra, and then even pulled her panties off. I put this large rubbery purple dildo (my roommate had stashed in our room from a stag party a long time ago) in her hand, spread her legs, then positioned it right next to her bare (shaved clean) pussy. Then I carefully squirted streams of white creamy hair conditioner all over her stomach and face. It looked so real I could not help but laugh. Admiring my beautiful handiwork and her gorgeous naked body I could not help but get a stiffy. It’s embarrassing to even admit this but I took my rock hard unit out and proceeded to stroke myself off right there standing over her eventually ejaculating all over her naked breasts and face. I know that is so wrong but I could not control myself at the time. She would never know anyway! I then got my digital camera and took a few good shots of her like this to use against her later. A few days later I anonymously e-mailed one pic out to a bunch of people in her and my class with the caption, “How to be the most popular girl in school”. Well the picture of course spread like wildfire, and soon someone even printed it out and stuck it to her door! I mean it turned into major drama and I prayed that it would not eventually get traced back to me. The taunting and humiliation she had to take from that point on I would not have wished on anyone. I felt bad after but it did help me to heal my broken heart! Ha haaa. |
| Name: | Ed |
| Subject: | Julie naked |
| Message: | I dont write stories good but this is what happened to me and a friend.
She is 15 and really hott her name is Julie. She likes to teases us all. This time at my friend steves house she was joking about flashing us while in her bikini. She never did it that is why it was such a tease. Well , we waited till she was asleep and then we untied her top from between the slats in the longe chair. We also untied her bottoms the same way. There were like 4 of us all doing this at the same time. After the ties were undone we just ripped the bikini off her waking her up in the process. It tooka second but she realised she was totally naked! That was really funny. hahaha. She ran after us all trying to get it back but her boobis were bouncing all around. It was even hotter when she chased us all. My friend Jake took her bikini bottom into the bathroom and jerked off in it but she didnt know that when we gave it back to her and she put it on. No one else really knows he did that. It was really funny watching her run around naked. I wish we had a camera cause it would be so cool to see it again. Anyway that is my story sorry it is not that good but it is real. I like these storys they are funny . Ed |
| Name: | Dan |
| Subject: | Gothic Bitch |
| Message: | This is a great story. I read it a long time ago but for a long time after could not remember where I had originally found it. Ironically, I ran across it again on Kwong's Mean Pranks dreambook site recently. Just so happens to be one of the sites that originally motivated me to start this dreambook. All credit due the original poster/author "Stacey" and Kwong's site.
Gothic Bitch This happened my first year at college. There was this girl into gothic stuff, black clothes weird makeup and hairdos, etc. She was in 2 of my classes and every body always made fun of her. I felt bad for her and went out of my way to try and make friends with her. She resisted at first and I assumed she was scared that I was just teasing her or something so I kept at it. Finally she agreed to hang out with me. We spent a night at a local hang out. All night long she made sarcastic comments every time I tried to be friendly with her. I figured why would she be here if she didn't want to make friends. She just needs more time to get used to actually having a friend. 2 days later I spotted her on the side walk in front of my dorm and invited her up to y room. I was getting ready for a first date with a guy named Derek. I showed her some of my clothes and asked her to help me pick out an outfit. After we agreed on an out fit I started to change. She had seemed much friendlier than the last time we were together and I thought we were actually friends now. She made some comment about knowing how Derek would really like to see me. I asked her what she meant as I touched up my make up. She grabbed a fist full of my hair and jerked my head back. She stuffed 2 pairs of balled up panties into my mouth before I had a chance to react. She threw me on the bed and we fought. I had never been in a fight before and really didn’t know how so I soon found myself pinned down with my right wrist being tied to the bed. I'm right handed so the rest was easy for her. I was tied spread eagle on the bed in a bra and panties only. She gagged me with a bandana to hold the panties in my mouth. She asked me if I still wanted to take pity on the poor little gothic girl then left slamming the door behind her. She returned 2 minutes later she entered the room and stood at the foot of the bed staring at me. I thought this had to be her strange idea of a joke and she was back to let me go. Instead she went to my desk tore off a large sheet of paper from my sketchbook and began writing something on it in lipstick. She then came over to me and pulled my bra cups down exposing my breasts, and pulled my panties down to my thighs. I screamed at her through my gag and she slapped my face and told me to shut up. She held up the sign she made for me to read. It said “Derek let yourself in I've got a surprize waiting for you!!!” She hung it on the out side of my door then began laughing out loud as she closed the door and left. It was an hour before Derek arrived. I tried very hard to let him know that this wasn't my idea. He ignored me and it was another hour before he untied me. No I wasn't raped by him but he added lots of further humiliation. I never spoke to him again. As for that little gothic bitch me and five of my friends beat her ass bad the next day and I never saw her again after that. The best part was that I didn't have to tell anybody why. They were all perfectly willing to beat her ass just because she was a freak! Name: Stacey Friday, June 2nd 2000 - 02:58:25 PM |
| Name: | Me Again |
| Subject: | Party Naked (from the net) |
| Message: | I went to a big house party with some friends a few years back. I was 15 at the time, soon to be sweet 16, so this was among the first drinking house parties I had ever gone too with no parents home. It wasn’t long before things were getting pretty crazy. Somehow, they tricked me to agreeing to play strip poker. I guess I was not myself by then with all the drinks in me. Not being much of a poker player I of course lost a few times. I stared with the small stuff losing my shoes first, then my socks, and then my belt. Soon it got down to the serious stuff like shirts, skirts, pants and undies being the only thing left. Some of the others playing were losing a too and some boys had already begun even losing their pants so I didn’t feel that singled out when I had to take my shirt off. A few hands later I was the one reluctantly taking my jeans off leaving me only in my bra and panties. It was a small room so I hid myself in a corner behind the table while playing.
I cannot remember how or when I lost and agreed to take off my bra AND panties too but I ended up butt naked playing on my knees with just my head above the table. I think it was something about thinking no one can see me under the table. I don’t know, everything was pretty hazy at that point so I can’t quite remember everything. Finally the game ended but my clothes were gone. They said they would leave me naked unless I stood up, gave them a show, and walked around naked. A wave of embarrassment hit me as all the attention focused on me and my little predicament. I was somewhat horrified. But somehow, being drunk or otherwise I decided to get it over with and just do it. I slowly stood up, covering my important parts so everyone could see. They boys and some spiteful girls insisted I drop my arms so they could see it all and then show everyone at the party my goods. The more reluctance I showed the more insistent they all became! I felt so weird, like the whole world was staring at me. The embarrassing part was when I walked out to the living room, someone turned on a strobe light and everyone started to chant and point dancing all around me bumping me and touching me all over copping cheap feels. Everything got blurry and I think I fainted. The next morning I woke up on a couch at that house under a blanket with a horrible hang over. I was still naked under the blanket too and so embarrassed. I had sticky stuff on me (like soda or beer or something), and writing all over my boobs, stomach, and butt, and even in a few other places. Two friends were still there saying I had put on quite a show. They had watched out for me though to make sure nothing really bad happened to me (apart from the marker prank I guess!). My clothes were still mysteriously gone though. They said they had even looked for them. I had to go home wrapped in that blanket only. Once home I ran to my room to avoid getting spotted by my mother. Unfortunately she spotted me just as I was getting into my room. I slammed the door shut as she began calling my name. Talking through the door in a very stern voice she commanded me to open the door as I scrambled into the first clothes I could find. I could hear her growing more agitated with each second so I opened the door as soon as I got a shirt and pants on. She demanded to know why I was wrapped in a blanket and I told her I had slept over my friends house and was just cold. I was noticeably a wreck so I wound up having to sit through an hour long lecture from her about conducting myself responsibly, my reputation, and all that stuff. Boy if she only knew the real truth! |
| Name: | Steve |
| Subject: | Megan On April Fool's Day |
| Message: | Oh my God, we were so mean to Megan on April Fool's Day of last year. Our group had rented a house close to where we went to college where we shared rent. Well somehow we got the idea of pranking Megan, and somebody came up with the idea of telling her we were throwing an "underwear party", where everybody shows up wearing just their underwear. So we invited a bunch of people, except we told everybody else to stay dressed! One of Megan's friends made some excuse to keep her out later until it got dark, then pretended she had to be someplace else and couldn't make it to the party. So Megan drove back and we had a sign on the door saying "No clothes allowed beyond this point". I was lookout and saw her coming. We had the curtains closed because we didn't want her to see the prank coming. From my hiding spot I watched Megan turn off the car and take off her shirt and jeans, then she climbed out looking around nervously like someone might see her. She hurried up the sidewalk to the front door, a little hunched over, and rang the doorbell. They made her wait like a whole minute outside in her underwear before someone opened it. Everyone had gathered on either side of the door and they pulled it open, and it looked like the house was totally empty, and when she went in everybody was still fully dressed and yelled "APRIL FOOLS!!!" Poor Megan was so embarrassed to be standing in front of like 20 people wearing just her purple bra and panties! She turned and ran outside and back to her car and drove away crying. Like I said it was really mean but it was also pretty funny too. |
| Name: | luna |
| Subject: | naked run |
| Message: | first off my name is luna and this story was when i was 16
well it all started one day when me and 5 of my friends (2 guys and 3 girls) decided to drive to this lake about 30 min from where we lived to hang out and have fun. we did this a lot during the summer and had our own little secret spot down a wooded pathe to a nice litle beach. we were all the in our suits i was wearing a bikini that was very sexy small almost thong bottoms and a small covering top with only a string tying around my back to hold it. 4 of my friends had already gone down with all our stuff, i was still at the car with one of my friends lanie, she hadn't changed before we left and was doing so in the car, she had me stay with her to keep watch in case one of the others decided to come back. when she finished she got out and said we should have a little race down to the beach. i said ok then she sweetened the challenge by saying the loser had to moon the others. i hesatated at first but agreeded. so we took off and she was ahead of me from the start i didn't know how fast she was before that but i soon learned that i had no chance. in a desperate attempt i took a short cut that was a bit thicker wooded path that i knew would take me straight there insted of going around this curve on the normal path. i was running like mad through there smaking everything in my way like branches and geting some scratches from the surrounding forest i was just determined to win no matter what, not because of the punishment for losing but because i relished a challenge. well i finally burst through the woods into the open beach aera stumbling and falling on my bum as i did. the way i sat was in a relaxed position sitting back on my hands and looking up catching my breath. i soon heard my friends gasping and snikering and one wistle from one of the guys i looked over at them and they were all staring, suddenly as i came back into mind from my run and became aware of the feeling of sand on my but i looked at mayself and realized i had on no clothes, nothing nada zip, and the way i was sitting i ws fully exposed to alll of them. i scremed and grabed the closest beach towel in a bag near me and covered my self, but not before lanie arrived and saw me aswell. she just laughed and said serves you right cheater. i found out later that due to my small thin stringed suit that the pecies had been tworn off by branches and were hanging back on tree limbs when i found them, i had been running so fast and so wild that i never noticed i guess thats how caught up in a chalenge i can get. but before all that back at the beachafter lanie had her say i said "yeah well fair is fair i did win after all" she sighed and said ok i guess i owe at least that much and she turned arround and pluued her bottoms off to her ankles mooning the others. we still joke around about that to this day but it was still so embarassing! Friday, February 10th 2006 - 02:43:47 PM |
| Name: | Chuck |
| Subject: | Tricked My GF |
| Message: | A few years ago I was obsessed with this TV show, and I met a girl through a fan message board. We hit it off and I got her to fly out and visit me for a week.
Kara and I had talked a lot in chat and on the phone, so we knew each other pretty well by this time, and had even discussed sex. Our first night there we agreed we'd show ourselves to each other completely naked. We decided how we'd do it was, we'd each go into a room across the hall from each other, throw our clothes out into the hall, then when we were both naked we'd come out. Well... it was my place, and I'm a sneaky bastard, so I quietly slid my dresser open and took out some clothes that were close to what I was currently wearing. As she stripped and tossed articles of clothing out from behind the door, I'd throw out a piece as well. Soon all of our clothes were lying together in one pile in the hallway. "You ready?" she asked, giggling. "If you are," I answered. "Okay! On three!" One... Two... Three! We both flung open our doors and she was shocked to see me standing there still fully dressed. Let me describe Kara: She's got about shoulder-length dark hair, parted down the middle. She's quite busty, and from our talking I knew she was kind of embarrassed of her breasts. They were large and round, with pretty big aereolas on them. Nicely curved hips, and a full bush, she'd never trimmed it in her life. She stood there for a second in disbelief, realizing she was the only one naked, then gave a combination scream / laugh and darted back behind the door, her big tits jiggling. She threatened (jokingly) to leave unless I stripped naked for her right there, so I did, while she peered around the door and watched. We pretty much screwed each others' brains out the entire week she was here. When the TV show got cancelled we sort of drifted apart, but I still talk to her occasionally, even met her in person when I flew out her way once. But what we did then is another story. |
| Name: | Jenny |
| Subject: | Not much more! |
| Message: | Sorry guys and girls, not really much else to tell. The only other time I have ever got anyone was when we were at a friends playing poker one night. There were about six of us girls over and my friend Sarah had pretty loose fitting jeans on. I was thinking all night it would be pretty funny to pants her, and I got the chance a bit later on. She was dealing cards and came to our side of the table. Just then when of my friends started talking to her so she was stood right in front of me with her back to me.
I grabbed her jeans and gave them a good pull. As I thought they popped over her hips and she managed to grab them just as they went past her knees. She let out a scream and moved forwards trying to cover herself. I mean, how was I to know she did not have any underwear on?!? LOL! It took her a while to get them back up as they were wtill done up and in a belt, so i guess people got a pretty good look if they were that ay inclined! I just got a ringside seat to her ass! I did give it a playful slap as she struggled to get the jeans back on. hehe. She was pretty cool about the whole thing and vowed to get revenge, but that has not happened. Yet! That's really the only other story i have. If anyone else has anything similar I would love to hear. This is a pretty cool board, though if some of the stories I read that say they are true really are then I guess there are some pretty hardcore people out there! haha. Still, true or not a good story is a good story and these are great. |
| Name: | Jenny |
| Subject: | Hahahaha! |
| Message: | Okay, this happened last night so i thought I would post again.
I have two friends that are in a lesbian couple. They are always trying to embarrass each other in public (pantsing each other, lifting bikinis up etc...). Anyways, we were all invited over to their flat for a beer and a chat. About ten of us were going, guys and gals. When we turned up Katy was sitting by herself in the front room with a big smile on her face. We aksed her what was going on and she said she would explain when everyone arribed. About 20 minutes later everyone was there and we demanded an explanation. Well, Katy told us that before we got there her and Jo, her girlfriend, were playing about in the bedroom. They were both naked and fooling about when Katy handcuffed Jo to the bed. She said it was only meant to be for fun, but her evil side kicked in and she decided to leave her like that! Of course, all the boys got very interested at this point. Katy said that Jo was currently tied to the bed, butt naked and very exposed! Of course, that was all the encouragement we needed! We decided to mess with her a bit so i went and knocked on the bedroom door and asked if everything was okay. A voice came back saying everything was fine, she was feeling a bit ill and would be out soon. I could barely keep from laughing as I asked her if she wanted me to come in and get her anything. She practically screamed no through the door, and I walked away giggling. We left it about two minutes then decided it was time. All 11 of us burst through the door and there, sure enough, was poor Jo tied to the bed. Her hands were cuffed above her and she was trying to roll into a ball to keep us from seeing anything. Of course, this would not do at all so Katy grabbed her legs and told her not to be shy. Jo was desperately trying to keep her modesty but Katy was too strong. A few of us girls got an evil idea and began to tickle her while she was tied up! It was sooo mean, but we couldn't help ourselves. She showed a lot more than she wanted to as she tried to get away, but after a few minutes we stopped. Katy was still holding her legs down so everyone could get a full view of her, and after a good laugh we all left the room. Katy uncuffed her then, but it was about half hour later before she returned red faced and very embarrassed. I don't think she expected Katy to go that far, and I know we all got a show we wont forget! |
| Name: | Katrina |
| Subject: | Revenge Stripping |
| Message: | I thought taking a printout of the last posting would be fun, particularly since it had a couple of similarities with George's previous post. The nurse in question (still nameless) took a huge exception to this and would not speak to me for a couple of weeks, she reckoned what went on each night should stay there. I tried a couple of time to make up but what was done could not be undone and I did not want to make it any worse.
It all seemed to settle down back to normal and eberyone got on with their job. Another colleague invited us back to her flat one evening for a dvd and a couple of bottles of wine there was 8 of us at the evening. "Birthday Girl" was there and after a few drinks she seemed to have got over it. Hospitals are funny places, stories go round quick enough so most people were aware of what happened anyway but I suppose bringing in the printout made it seem as if the whole world now knew. I have to admit there is naughty part to my nature that does enjoy the stories of initiations or birthday strippings and I usually end up brining the subject up after a few drinks, even in mixed company. Inevitably the subject arose and almost inevitably it got back to the journey back in the bus as it was the most recent incident. Shortly into the discussion I felt that I was having to defend it and was again being critised for taking the printout to work, and was asked if it were me being stripped would I print that out. I told them I had learned my lesson and would not be printing any more stories and taking them to work. There is definately a moment when you know that you are one against seven and you will stand no chance against them, as a student dragged along the corridor you know what is going to happen and as you progress up the tree these moments are few and far between but I knew then. The eyes looking at each other saying "are you thinking what I am thinking" told it all. I was jumped big time and stripped completely in a few minutes, I did all I could to stop them but I was hopelessly overpowered. All clothes were confiscated and I had no fetch and carry drinks each time anyone wanted a top up. I thought they were going to shave me at one point but they did not even mention it thank goodness, this did seem a spur of the moment thing. At the end of the evening I was allowed my shoes and coat back, I had no hope of finding anything else, they did appear over the next few days always in front of others "Oh Katrina here are your jeans you must have left them on Friday" etc. Lesson learned I love this site but others may not want their misfortunes printed on the notice board and nurses always have a way of redressing the balance. George you know the way it works now there are seldom any pranks at work now health and safety put paid to that and anyway someone would end up suing now. I got what I deserved I suppose but there's alway the next time! |
| Name: | Lucy |
| Subject: | Stripped at a party |
| Message: | At christmas time we (husband Jake) and I were invited round to our friends house for a party. My friend Emma and her husband Dave have been on holiday a couple of times and we have all seen each other naked before but always in a holiday situation. Emma and I mostly sunbathe topless and have both been victims of being pantsed by each other or by the guys, towels removed but nothing sexual.
We wanted for a while to embarrass a mutual friend Sue who is a little stuck up to say the least but her husband Jim plays five a sides with our husbands and is apart from being a hunk is a really nice guy and great company. We thought that we would wind Sue up by flirting with Jim, our two husbands were in on the joke and even told Jim - which we found our later. Jake and I arrived early before the rest of the guests to help prepare a little and hatch our plan, and it gave us the excuse for an extra couple glasses of wine. I wore powder blue lacy bra and thong briefs set and a thin yellow dress with a few button down to the waist and high heels. The plan was that I could then unbutton a couple of buttons and let Jim see my ample figure held snug in my lacy bra hopefully this would distract him from Sue and she might eventually see the funny side. All started fine when everyone had arrived and had a few drinks I was feeling a bit tipsy so had no problem kneeling in front of Jim and chatting away and sure enough boys will be boys I attracted his gaze although he had difficulty looking at me in the eye - you know girls! I could see Sue was getting more and more upset and was about to abandon our plan when she disappeared into the kitchen so I thought no more about it. She returned with Emma and came over to me and said in front of everybody that I was trying to flirt with her husband and I should apologise now or they would both leave the party. At no point had I anticipated this and did not want a scene particularly in my friends house, I also did not want to say that she had been in on the plan because of the whole group friendship thing and there were some people at the party I did not even know. I stood up and apologised saying I did not mean any harm and I had a little too much to drink. Sue was still not happy with this and to my astonishment Emma took her side and said I should be punished. Since my breath was taken away and she was my best friend I agreed that okay because I trusted her and it seemed to be acceptable to Sue, of course everyone was now watching. Emma seemed to take the lead here and said that Sue should spank me 6 times, everyone in the room agreed loudly. I now felt I was being set up and made to walk away but Emma grabbed me and pulled me to the floor, she sat over my stomach. The couple of buttons that were undone showed the top of my bra and the top of my breasts and because I was on the floor they were now well on display. Emma said "since you were so keen to show off what you have got I think we should see a little more" the noise was deafening as a huge roar of approval rang out. She then proceded to unbutton my dress down to the waist to fully expose my bra. Not the end of the world I was thinking most people in the room have seen me topless and if she has a little fun here I will be alright. I tried to rebutton myself but she pulled the dress from my shoulders down to trap my arms at my side. I panicked and shouted "Noooo" and some shouted back "Yeees". I looked around to find Jake and Dave standing with smiles from ear to ear enjoying my predicament. Jake my own husband said "What about the spanking?" most people including myself had forgotton and Emma rode a little to get me turned over, the I felt tugging at the bottom of my dress and Sue was pulling my dress clear over my legs and right from my body shouting that I could not be spanked through the dress. I tried to keep the dress by cleching my fists and hold on on but Sue was getting help now and it was lifted high and thrown back into the room to cheering. The penny dropped now as Emma sat on my back I was going to be the victim and everyone was in on the joke it was my idea that we wound up Sue and now was paying the price. I expected the spanking to be next but could feel Emma undoing the back of my bra and could do nothing to stop it. There now was that feeling of absolute helplessness and resolve that the main event was me being stripped naked Jake leant over and helped Emma pull my bra clear and put it in his pocket. Sue asked everyone if I should be spanked on my bare bottom or through my panties, stupid question as I protested and promised never to wind anyone up ever again and would do anything, no chance they were ceremoniously tugged slowly down my legs to huge cheering and despite twisting and curling of feet Sue pulled them off over my ankles. That has to be the worst feeling when the last possible vestage of hope has been taken and you have no contact at all with any of your clothes. The six spanks were administered and were nothing in comparison to the plight I was in. Jake and Dave pulled me to my feet, Jake told me later how proud he was on my body as the admiring glances were obvious, I try to keep in good shape but I can show off my body with clothes too you know. I had been got good and proper and everyone sheered and hugged me, I had to hunt and beg and try to catch my dress as it was passed round the room for a while but eventually they had had there fun and I was given the dress back. Jake kept the bra all night and I still do not know where my panties are or who got them. I am begging Jake to hold a party in our house next month as I have a score to settle with Emma. She had called Sue and between them and it took no oposition from Jake,Dave, and Jim to the plan I was like a little lamb to the slaughter I even put on sexier clothes to flirt with Jim. I will let you know how I get on, I am open to suggestion though. |
| Name: | Vince |
| Subject: | Revenge on my wife |
| Message: | My wife's name is Jill. She's 30 years old and she has fairly long, blonde hair. She's about 5'7", 125lbs with great hips and 36D breasts. She's quite breathtaking!
We were recently entertaining another couple (named Dave and Natalie) with whom we're pretty close. Dave and Natalie were over to our house this evening to celebrate Jill's 30th birthday. After a few party games and many drinks, Natalie pulled me aside to suggest giving Jill a good spanking for her birthday. Sounded like a plan to me! Jill had recently embarrassed me in front of her three closest girlfriends (they stripped me naked and tied me up outdoors! We do these sorts of things to each other a lot.) so this seemed to be a perfect opportunity for a little payback! Well at this point, Jill was sort of dancing by her self in the living room and chatting with Dave who was seated nearby (checking out my wife no doubt). Natalie decided to join her and the two started playfully feeling up each others asses and boobs. This was all part of Natalie's plan. Dave and I were sitting back, enjoying the show, when Natalie started to remove her belt. Once it was off, she suddenly grabbed Jill by the wrists and pinned her arms behind her back. Natalie used her belt to tie Jill's arms back. Both girls were giggling playfully at what seemed to be harmless fun when Natalie said "We've all decided that it's about time the birthday girl got her birthday spanking!" Jill was pretty drunk, so she was laughing harder than any of us at her predicament. I suppose she thought that we'd all take few swats at her butt and that would be that. "Are you ready?" Natalie asked grinning widely. "Oohh...I'm ready baby!" Jill replied jokingly. "OK" Natalie said and with that, she dropped to her knees in front of Jill. "What are you doing" Jill asked, still giggling. Natalie reached up and started to unbutton Jill's jeans! "Oh No!" Jill squealed. Natalie unzipped Jill's jeans, offering everyone a peek at her pink cotton panties underneath. Dave and I were cheering her on at this point. Jill still seemed pretty amused about the whole thing. Natalie rose to her feet and gave Jill a little kiss on the lips. She then stepped behind Jill and stuck her fingers inside the waist of Jill's jeans. "Don't you dare!" Jill screamed. With a sudden yank, Natalie pulled my wife's jeans down all the way to her ankles! Dave and I were cheering loudly now. Jill stood there, in the middle of the room, arms tied behind her back, pants around her ankles wearing only a blue tank-top and a tiny pink thong! Natalie led Jill by the arm over to where I was sitting (making her shuffle across the room in front of us all with her jeans around her ankles) and pushed her over my knee. Now everyone had a perfect view of her incredible ass. "Baby, this is payback for stripping me naked in front of your friends!" I said. Jill was kicking her feet trying to break free. I started counting as I spanked her sweet, thonged ass. Dave and Natalie counted along, all the way to 30! After the 30th spank, Jill said "Oh you are SO going to pay for this!" I replied "Not tonight Baby. Tonight is all about you and we're not quite through with you yet!" I grabbed her around the waist and laid her face down on the floor. "You remember this game don't you dear?" I chuckled. "You Bastard! You wouldn't!" Jill gasped. "Dave. Grab her feet. Nat, you can help me strip the rest of these clothes off her!" I said. "Nnoooo!" Jill wailed. Natalie Removed the jeans from Jill's ankles and then pulled her tanktop up her back , over her head and down her arms exposing a black, lacey bra. It barely covered her 36D breasts. We then stood Jill back up and Natalie began to unhook the shoulder straps of Jill's bra. Nat then reached around and unhooked the back, allowing Jilly's bra to drop freely to the floor. There stood my gorgeous and drunk wife , her perfect big breasts exposed and heaving with excitement, in front of our friends with only her tiny pink thong to cover her. "We're almost done with you sweetheart. Just one more thing!" I said. "Oh God!" Jill uttered. "Lets get you outside so the neighbors can enjoy this too!" I laughed. The three of us led my near naked wife out on to the patio and tied her arms behind her back to the rail, leaving her beautiful ass on display for anyone passing by on the street. After snapping a couple of pictures of Jill in this humiliating predicament, we turned to leave her on display when Jill squealed "Wait! Where the hell are you going?!" "Oh yes! I almost forgot Babe. Can you believe it? Guys, help me out here please." I slid the tips of my fingers inside her little pink panties. Dave and Natalie did the same and on the count of 3, we pulled her panties all the way down her legs to her feet! Poor Jilly was left completely naked an tied up for all to see. She hung her head low in hopes that her hair would hide her face. "HEY GUYS!" I hollered to a group of teenage guys on the street. "CHECK OUT MY WIFE! NICE HUH?" They all cheered in agreement as their camera phones flashed away. "Give us a sec alone guys." I asked, so Dave and Natalie returned laughing inside. "So how does it feel Baby, to be stripped naked in front our friends and tied up for the whole neighborhood to see?" I asked. "I've never been more turnrd on in my life!" she whimpered. With that, I dropped to my knees in front of her and lightly kissed Jill's beautiful shaved pussy! I felt her starting to shudder more and more until she finally let out a loud moan of pure ecstacy! "Ohhhhhh... my... GOD!" Jill screamed into the night. Her naked body was glistening with sweat and still twitching in the moonlight. I rose to my feet while she panted heavilly, trying to catch her breath. With a kiss on the lips I said "Goodnight Baby!" and turned to go back indoors. "You bastard!" she managed with a heavy sigh. |
| Name: | Jenny |
| Subject: | Hen night |
| Message: | This happened about two weeks ago, and I thought i may as well post it here. I am getting married in a week and as is custom in the UK my girl friends took me out for a hen night. This is a true story, but I have added parts that my friends told me, and that pictures back up, to make it flow as there are sections i don't really remember due to the alcohol consumed that night!
I arrived at my bridesmaid's Karen's house and was told that they had my costume for the evening. I was given a bag full of stuff and told to go into the bathroom and change. When I got in the bathroom and opened the bag I knew I was in trouble. They had given me a pair of knee high boots, fishnet tights and a tiny mini-skirt. The outfit was topped off with a thin white tee-shirt with a big red "L" painted on the back. I stripped my own clothes off, except bra and panties, and started to get dressed. The fishnets felt wierd, and the skirt only just covered my thong! At that moment another of my friends, Liz, banged on the door. She told me i was allowed my thong but had to lose the bra if i was wearing one! Eventually I got the outfit on and went to meet them. There was much laughter and they then gave me a veil to wear and a belt full of condoms and dildos. Pictures were taken and drinks were poured. I was quite drunk before we even got out the door. As soon as we did the January weather had the effect they were looking for and my nipples shot straight out. The thin tee-shirt left nothing to the imagination, as the girls pointed out to anyone we met! The rest of the night is a bit of a blur. i had way too many drinks and was made to do way too many embarrassing things. However, the end of the night I will always remember. As we were walking home we had to cross a main road that has lights to let the pedestrians across. I just about staggered up to the lights and was resting there when the girls grabbed me. I put up a bit of a fight but the belt of sex toys was taken off and then I was handcuffed to the lights facing the main road. The girls then crowded round me. Karen started tickling me and I was screaming and begging for her to stop! She did, but then Liz produced a pair of scissors. I was screamin "NO!" as they advanced, but Liz slid the blade between my tee-shirt and slowly cut it off. As they ripped it away i was stunned, cars were beeping and people had gathered around to see what was going on. Karen then walked behind me and undid the button on my skirt. I was pleading with them all, but the alcohol had given them a wicked streak. The skirt was pulled down and i was left in just knee-high boots, fishnet stockings and a thong. My face was burning as more and more people were looking, but the cold made me shiver and was having an unwanted effect on my nipples. The girls then jumped in and quickly removed the boots and stockings. There I was, in the middle of the city, naked except for my thong. I thought they had finished their fun, but worse was to come. Liz went into her handbag and gave all ten of my friends permanent marker pens. They descended on me and began to draw over everything. A few friends even gave pens to strangers so they could leave good luck messages on my body. Finally they stopped when every part of my exposed body was written on, including my bum and boobs! Karen said that they had done enough and it was time to go home. I was so thankful that my ordeal was over, and even thanked the girls for stopping. It was that point when one of my other friends said i had misunderstood! It was time for them to go, not me! With that Liz walked over to me and in the middle of the street, tied to traffic lights, she pulled my thong down my legs and off my feet! They ran off leaving me naked in the city centre, screaming for them not to go. They were taking pictures as they went, cars were honking their horns and people were stopping to laugh. Fortuantely they did not leave me, and a few minutes later some of them came back. However, they returned without my clothes! I was forced to streak home, about five minutes, in the freezing cold, butt naked and covered in pen. People shouted and cheered as I made my dash, my remaining friends not giving me any cover. I finally got home to a round of applause from the bridemaids, and the adrenaline wore off. I passed out on the sofa and did not wake for hours. The magic marker pen is just coming off now, and I am sure there are hundreds of people in the town i live in that got good pictures of me that night! I forgive my friends, just, but have warned them they are getting it worse on their hen nights! Does anyone else have similar stories of pre-marriage or birthday strippings? Or is it just where I live that people do that? Worse luck for me! |
| Name: | sera |
| Subject: | wave of humiliation |
| Message: | So, my neighbor saw me in my underwear. And it wasn’t even my good underwear. It was my best bra, but the underwear? Not even the second tier.
How could this happen, you wonder? When did my life turn into a zany sitcom? Yesterday at about 5:30, evidently. I came home from work, and like I never, ever do, immediately took off my nice work clothes and hung them up so they wouldn’t wrinkle and waste away on the chest at the end of my bed. My bedroom closet is on the small side, so I keep a lot of my clothes hanging in the coat closet in the other room. After dutifully hanging them up, I walked through my main room back towards my bedroom, clad only in my bra and panties, and that’s when I noticed that the blinds on my kitchen window were open. Well, I thought, I should close those blinds, since I’m walking around in my underwear. And evidently at that exact same moment, a butterfly flapped its wings in South America, causing a breeze that looped through the hemisphere like those little dotted Family Circus lines, culminating in that extra gust that boosted my neighbor as he sprang up the steps, and, like he sometimes does, paused to knock on my window as a friendly hello, precisely at the moment I reached for the mini-blinds, standing in my kitchen clad only in my underwear. Hey— he started, and then I went, Aughhh! and he yelled Whoa! and then I screamed and shut the blinds and ran into my bedroom and hid under the comforter for the next 20 minutes. I relived it all night long, in my head and while recounting it to friends, and I have come to the harsh realization that due to this incident, in combination with the bug incident, I am now officially not only someone’s Crazy Neighbor, but someone’s Crazy Naked Neighbor. Maybe this is some whacked-out karma for noticing his boxers while we worked on the pilot light in the basement, but at least those were shorts that were underneath his clothes. It’s just not fair. Usually when someone sees you in your underwear, you kind of had some idea that they might see you in your underwear, and you could prepare for it, whether by picking the best ones out of the drawer, or standing in a more alluring pose, or lighting some candles and putting on some Morphine, or at least just dimming the goddamn lights. Standing in your well-lit kitchen at 5:30 pm in the old VS cotton bikinis? Not so hot. I can’t believe I had already taken off my knee-high leather boots. That would have made it at least a little cool, because then I could be the Crazy Naked Neighbor Who Thinks She’s a Superhero. |
| Name: | Pheonix Ted |
| Subject: | naked sunbather on the roof |
| Message: | As I read your collection of embarrassing experiences stories, I recalled an event that wasn't nearly as embarrassing for me as for the young lady involved. While I was in college, I occasionally helped my Mom who managed an apartment house. The manager's apartment, laundry and storage rooms were located in the daylight basement of the building, the first, second and third floors were tenant's apartments, and there was a garden on the roof for the tenants use. The roof garden was a neat place to unwind with a beer after work, or to watch the sun set over the mountains. It also provided great views of the surrounding city, but as taller buildings were constructed nearby, it seems the roof garden itself became a great view.
One Saturday in the early spring, I was sitting in for my Mom while she took a day off. I showed prospective tenants the vacant apartments, a task I had done several times before. It provided an opportunity to do my homework and also help my Mom. About 10:00 AM the telephone rang. A pleasant female voice asked if I was the apartment manager. I informed her I was, and expected the usual questions about apartments to follow. Instead, she explained that she was a secretary on the fifth floor of the building across the street, and that the nude lady sun bathing on the roof was distracting their office staff. She asked if I could tell her to put some clothing on. I ascended the stairs to the roof garden with some uneasiness. As I emerged from the stairway onto the roof, I glanced at the building across the street and saw that the fifth floor windows were lined with spectators. Then looking toward the roof garden, I saw the object of their attention. A young lady was lying on a terry cloth robe in the spring sunshine. She was on her back and covered by nothing but a straw hat to shield her face from the sun. I knew most of the tenants and recognized her immediately. I had seen her in the laundry room several times, dressed in shorts and a blouse tied around the bottom that exposed her midriff. I secretly admired her shapely figure on those occasions, but seeing her nude was more than I had ever expected. I approached her and spoke her name several times with no response. She appeared to be asleep. Again I spoke her name as I touched her shoulder. Still no response. It wasn't until I nudged her hard enough that it caused her breasts to move that she awoke. Startled, she sat up, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them to conceal her nakedness. She looked in the direction I pointed as I explained about the telephone call. I don't know if she was more embarrassed by my presence, or by the admiring audience waving to her from across the street. Apologizing profusely, she wrapped her robe around her naked body and quickly headed toward the exit. I watched her admirers return to their desks as she left the roof. |
| Name: | Sonja |
| Subject: | stripped by indians |
| Message: | Last night I chose to walk through our local park on the way home from my girlfriend's house a little after 11:00. I was wearing a short black skirt and tight white top with no bra and black thong panties as I had been trying to impress a hot guy I like at my friends house. On the way home,in the park, I encountered an indian boy who looked to be about 13-14 years old. As he passed me, he flipped up my skirt and before I could stop myself I swore loudly at him and slapped him in the face. Unfortunately for me, I hadn't seen the two Indian girls about my age walking closely behind him. I guess one of them was the boys sister after they both ran up to me, she began swearing about me slapping her little brother. I tried to explain that he had flipped up my skirt but she didn't seem to be bothered by that as it only caused her to flip up my skirt. As I reached down to pull my skirt back down I realized that these indians were probably drunk and there was no reasoning with them so my only options were to fight or flee. As there were two of them and they were both larger than me, I decided to flee. As I turned to run, the larger one (the indian boy's sister) grabbed my skirt and would not allow me to leave while wearing it. I smacked her in an unsuccessful attempt to free myself. This only earned me a slap in the face from the other girl and the pulling of my skirt down to my ankles. The boy began a chant of "strip her naked!" that encouraged the girls to push me down and pull my skirt completely off. Now, dressed in just my thong and tight top, I pleaded with the Indians to give me back my skirt, but it clearly wasn't happening. I looked around for someone to hear my calls for help, but all I could see were a few drunk indians who were clearly enjoying my embarrassment. I quickly got to my feet and turned to run, embarrassingly aware of the view this gave everyone of my thong-clad ass. I only managed a few steps before one of the girls grabbed my top and ripped it clean off me. My hands immediately went to cover my boobs, but the girls would not allow it. One of them grabbed my arms and held them behind my back, leaving my boobs completely exposed to every drunken indian in the park. At this point I didn't know what to do and just broke down in tears. The indian boy suggested they use my thong to tie my hands behind my back. I pleaded with them to at least let me keep my thong, but apparently they like his idea better as the girl not holding my arms behind my back proceeded to pull down my last piece of clothing. At this point i didn't even struggle and just kept sobbing as the last of my modesty was shed from my body. They then followed the little bastard's advice and tied my hands behind my back. Then they released me into the custody of the little bastard who proceeded to feel up my entire body. I just dropped to the ground and curled up into the fetal position as all three indians continued to laugh at me while the boy had his fun. After a little while I realised the only way i could possibly get out of this was to get up and run, so that's what i did, or tried to do, but it was very difficult naked, with my hands tied behind my back. Once I finally got up, I tried to bolt but was my breasts' swinging. The two girls just laughed and watched me run but the boy was evidently not finished with me and gave chase. Under my conditions I had no chance of escaping him and he soon caught up to me but he just slapped me in the face and gave me one last smack in the ass. During my naked walk home, I ran into a girl from my neighourhood out walking her dog and convinced her to untie my hands after she snapped a few pictures with her camera phone. I replaced my thong and made better time the rest of the way home covering my breasts with my hands, though it was still very embarrassing to be running down my street in just my thong especially as I know so many people there. I tried not to look at the windows of the houses I passed, but I couldn't help but notice lights on in many of them. When I finally got home I just collapsed into bed and kept re-running the incident in my mind.
I will never cut through that park again in my life. |
| Name: | Diane |
| E-mail address: | DianeInPublic@yahoo.com |
| Subject: | Hotel Games - Suprising the room service guy |
| Message: | We had had a couple more near misses playing the hide the key in the hall game when I told Jack that I was ready to be caught. No more fooling around with chance, I wanted to feel what it was like to get totally caught again. We had a few weeks until another weekender so we brainstormed together for how it would go. Jack suggested that we start small. I agreed and the plan was hatched to surprise the room service guy at the hotel during our trip.
One plus with this plan was that Jack was starting to get frustrated that he didn’t get to actually witness my distress when I was running the halls. Having him standing in the hall watching would totally ruin the scene for both of us. With the room service plan he could be in the room to watch it all go down. We decided on the typical "I've just gotten out of the shower" routine with me wrapped in a towel, but with some added complications. Once we checked into our room we began plotting and scoping out our room intending to play on the second night once we had worked out all of the kinks in the plan. The first problem was that the door to the bathroom was just inside the door to the room. It was an obvious choice for a naked woman to run into and close the door to hide in an embarrassing situation. Ultimately, we decided that we would turn on the shower, lock the door, and pretend that Jack was in the bathroom. The next problem, then, was what to do with him so that he could actually witness everything. We decided that he could quite easily remain hidden on the balcony with a perfect view into the room so long as it was dark outside and brightly lit in the room. The last detail, and one that we agonized over, was how to actually remove my towel. Neither of us was going to be satisfied with the whole "whoops, I seem to have dropped my towel" thing. I had to believe that room service waiters see that fairly often. Based on our waiter's reaction, perhaps I am wrong on this one. What we finally decided to do was to take one of the bath towels and work the hell out of one spot (along the long side in the middle, but not too close to the edge) until it became worn and frayed. Jack spent most of Friday evening rubbing the damn towel over the sharp wrought-iron of the patio furniture until it appeared to be a fairly abused, old towel. Once it was suitably frayed we tore a small hole in the frayed area that gave the impression that the fabric just given way. I wrapped myself in the towel, adjusting it such that the hole was in the center of my back. It took a little bit of practice to get the final step, but after 10 - 15x using the bathroom door I got it! We spent most of the day Saturday sightseeing and wrapped up the day at a martini bar in the early evening. Downing the last of my second cosmopolitan, I said it was time to leave. We got back to the room and ordered some pasta and a bottle of wine from room service. The woman who took our order said that it would take about 45 minutes. We emptied the closet and arranged our suitcases conspicuously at the far end of the room so that no clothing was near the door. I hopped in the shower and took a quick cold shower. The cool water woke me (and my nipples) up. I hopped out, dried myself lightly, and wrapped up in the disheveled towel. My hair was still wet and dripping down my shoulders. With a few minutes remaining Jack took up his post on the balcony while I turned on the shower again and locked the bathroom door (it was one of those doors that you need a toothpick or something like that to unlock from the outside). I paced the room nervously until I heard the jingle of glassware on the room service cart in the hallway, followed by a knock. I took one last look at Jack. He leaned in close to the glass, blew me a kiss, and stepped back into the shadows. I took a deep breath and walked to the door. A pleasant looking but slightly overweight Latino gentlemen greeted me and asked if he could bring the cart into the room. I apologized for dripping water everywhere as I had just stepped out of the shower. He just smiled. I opened the door all the way into the room and stepped back with my butt against the door presumably to hold the door for him. He stepped in first and began pulling the cart in after him. Every light in the room was blazing, leaving the whole room brightly lit with no dark corners to hide in. He was looking directly at me and asking where I would like the table setup. I took a step forward, starting to point toward the open area near the bed. As I did so the heavy hotel door rapidly began to swing closed. The outside door handle, which had been nestled in the small of my back, was neatly inserted in the worn, torn hole in the towel. My quick step forward and the fire door's efficient slam jerked the towel from my body in one swift movement! Even though I was expecting it and knew exactly when it was going to happen it was still somewhat startling. My eyes went wide and I let out a squeal. I lunged for the towel but, alas, it was soundly caught on the outside door knob and wasn't budging. I hopped in a little circle looking for somewhere to go, screamed again, and made for the door to the bathroom. I began rattling the locked doorknob and yelling for Jack to let me in. A few seconds of that and I had exhausted all of the possible exits. Our waiter was staring at me with wide, unbelieving eyes, completely frozen, and babbling in Spanish (sorry, Jack corrected me - he thinks it was Portuguese). I was still screaming, covering my breasts with one arm and my pussy with the other. This seems to be the universal symbol for embarrassed, naked woman, and yet it covers soooo little. The narrow entry way was essentially blocked by the room service cart with me trapped by the door. I grabbed a napkin, beautifully folded into the shape of a crescent from the cart and used it to cover myself a little bit more. I shouted, "Don't just stand there - get me something to cover up!" He kept babbling, his English apparently failing him. Perhaps "how to deal with a screaming naked guest" was not in their training program or the bizarre nature of the situation just took him to a place where his brain just wasn't cooperating. I finally pushed the cart at him, nearly knocking him over, opening up the small blockade. Now free of the cart, I opened the closet door and jumped inside. Once the door was slammed behind me, I sat down on the floor sobbing loudly. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel my pulse all over my body. The whole experience was a mixture of real terror and acting, but even the acting was so draining that a good cry seemed in order. I heard the cart being pushed around and then the door to the hallway open and close with a thud. A minute or two passed before Jack opened the closet door and helped me to my feet. He showed me the towel which was now more of a pair of streamers than a towel. The couple healthy tugs that I had given it had shredded it but good. We both laughed out loud at the absurdity of it. I stepped into the now unlocked bathroom to freshen up a bit while Jack got undressed and uncorked our wine. Jack was retelling me the whole story from his vantage point while we sat on the bed and sipped our wine. We excitedly went over every detail backwards and forwards several times. No more than 20 minutes after the whole incident took place, the phone rang. It scared the hell out of both of us. It now seems naive, but it had not occurred to either of us that the hotel would somehow feel responsible and want to investigate. Jack answered the call from the night manager who had just heard the story from the catering supervisor who had just heard the story from our startled Portuguese waiter. As he tried to interrupt the manager's apologies and offers of comp'ing our whole trip (Jack has decent status with this particular hotel chain), I deviously began to go down on him. He was already over-stimulated from the whole towel fiasco and was having a very hard time concentrating on the phone conversation. He insisted that it was a silly mistake, and while his wife was very embarrassed by the whole situation, it was her own dumb fault for not putting on some clothes before answering the door. His breath was becoming short as he finally agreed to no charge for the dinner, thanked the manager for his concern, and hung up the phone. It was not a moment too soon as he let out a huge moan and spurted into my mouth. A quick trip to the lady's room allowed me to dispose of that and we finally sat down to our, now slightly cold, pasta and wine. Having built up a healthy appetite we devoured it all and fell into bed to cuddle and make love before falling asleep. A few days after we returned we received a written letter from the district manager apologizing again for the unfortunate incident and promising to look into it more. Worried that we might have gotten someone in trouble, I wrote a letter back saying that we felt that it was an accident and that my embarrassment was entirely my own fault. I had learned a valuable lesson - make sure to dress properly before answering the door. Two weeks later we received one more reply from the district manager stating that from now on the hotel would be providing complimentary robes as part of the standard linens for all rooms and hoping to see us soon. |
| Name: | Jenny M |
| Subject: | Depantsed and Tickled |
| Message: | Great stories here. Here's a contrbution from me to keep things going.
I'm 16 years old and here’s the story of how I first got depantsed and humiliated by my friends. I go to an all girls high school so there are a lot of lesbian / bi-sexual girls there. I’ve always suspected my friend Carene and her friend Gina could be bi but I’d never really seen them do anything in front of me. One night I was spending the night at Carene’s house. We were having a good time making dumb jokes and acting silly when they suggested we play this game I had never played before. First she said that I had to be blind folded. Carene blindfolded me but after she did they both pounced on me and held me down on the couch. They started to tickle my ribs, belly, and underarms and I was screaming and laughing at the same time. They then pulled my shirt up tickling me all they way up and down my side and back. I was squealing and struggling like crazy. In all the struggling my pajama bottoms slid down exposing my butt crack. They were laughing and holding me so that I could not even try to pull my pants back up. Instead I felt my pj bottoms and panties get tugged down. Since I was blind folded I had no idea which one did it but they were both laughing hysterically as I felt my pj’s and undies get pulled clean off of me! I couldn’t believe it! They held me down blind folded and tickle tortured me with no pants on right there on the couch. My pants were totally off and they just thought it was so funny tickle torturing me like that! Then they did the worst thing. Gina sat on my chest pinning me face down and Carene said she was going to get her younger brother to help! I begged for mercy getting a lump in my throat thinking her brother would see me like this. Carene’s parents were out and no one lese was home except for us 4 so I was basically helpless. A few moment later I heard them come back in and I heard her brother and the rest laughing hysterically at my predicament. Gina had me pinned down sitting on my chest as Carene and her brother took turn hold my ankles down while the other tickled my feet legs and thighs. My butt was bouncing up and down like crazy trying to get loose. All of them were commenting on what a nice ass I had and touching it and squeezing it. One of the thought it would be funny to spread my cheeks wide fully exposing my stretched apart pussy and anus. Finally they let me go as I immediately scrambled to get the blind fold off and find my pajama bottoms. I pulled them back on right in front of them all as they teased and taunted me. Carene said she they all could see right up pussy and asshole! OMG! It was so embarrassing and I have sworn the get her back for it. |
| Name: | trickycat |
| E-mail address: | trickycat_miaow@hotmail.com |
| Subject: | Humiliation Story : Getting Revenge |
| Message: | by trickycat
Following an afternoon of swimming and sunbathing, sixteen year old Caitlin and her friend Meg were changing in Caitlin’s bedroom. Her fourteen year old brother Joey burst in without knocking, catching the two girls by surprise. They had both removed their bikini tops, though they had not yet removed the bottoms. Meg screamed, and Caitlin chased Joey out into the hall and slammed the door. Joey was laughing hysterically at finding the two girls half naked. He hadn’t seen his sister topless since she was about ten, so it was amusing to him to find out that she had grown breasts. Caitlin and Meg were fuming. “How many times do I have to tell him to knock before just barging in?” she ranted. So she and Meg hatched a plan to get revenge. Later on that night, Caitlin snuck into the bathroom while Joey was taking a shower. She got her Polaroid camera ready and ripped back the curtain. She snapped a picture and then ran like hell back to her bedroom and locked the door for the night. The picture developed, revealing the startled naked boy in the steamy shower, his penis clearly visible. The next morning Caitlin showed the picture to all her friends at school. Joey was horrified to learn that so many high schoolers had seen a picture of him naked in the shower. So he began plotting his ultimate revenge. The next weekend, their parents went out of town and left Caitlin in charge. Naturally, she invited all the kids in the junior class at her high school to a party in their home. Joey invited a few of his friends, and told them about the plan. They were excited about it, and so they all waited for the right moment. Finally, the moment came, there in the living room. Caitlin was wearing her hottest outfit - a hot pink spaghetti strap tank and a tiny ruffled white miniskirt that showed off her long tanned legs. Joey and his friends watched as she laughed about the photo of him in the shower with her friends as she stood there in the center with her beer in her hand. She took a swig and spotted her brother. “Oh look, speak of the devil. There’s the twerp with his little friends over there.” She pointed at the four boys, and all the partygoers turned to look at them. “Come on,” Joey said to his friends, and they sauntered up to the smirking Caitlin and, much to her surprise and chagrin, began carrying out their revenge in front of everyone. Two of Joey’s friends, Ted and Alex, grabbed Caitlin’s wrists and wrestled them behind her back as Joey and Chad simultaneously pulled down her tank top and lifted her skirt so that she was standing there with her Calvin Klein matching cotton bra and panties exposed. There was a collective gasp from everyone in the room. “You little shits!” screamed Caitlin, her face burning red with embarrassment. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Get the fuck off me!” “Oh, we’re just starting,” Joey told her with an evil grin. “It’s payback time for what you did to me, but you’re gonna get it much worse.” Caitlin tried to struggle, but Ted and Alex managed to keep hold of her. Joey pulled a pair of scissors out of his pocket and began snipping away at his sister’s tank top and skirt. “Stop it, Joey! This is my favorite outfit! You guys had better quit it or I‘ll tell Mom and Dad!” “Shut the fuck up, Caitlin,” Joey replied. “Quit fucking whining and being a goddamn tattletale. You’re getting ready to have more important things to worry about. If you haven’t noticed, we’re stripping you completely naked in front of all these people, and there’s not a thing you can do about it.” He finished cutting the fabric, and his sister was left standing there in just her underwear. She was beginning to look nervous. However, she was also royally pissed off. “You wouldn’t fucking dare, you little prick,” she spat at him. “You don’t have the balls. Everyone knows that because they’ve seen the picture of you naked.” “You don’t think I have the balls? Ha!” He snipped at the straps of her bra and it slid down around her waist, freeing her bare breasts. Before she could react, he cut the sides of her panties and they fell onto the floor between her feet. Everyone was paying attention now, shocked into silence as Caitlin’s body was completely exposed. Her breasts were a B cup, with perfect little pink nipples, and everyone could see that she trimmed her dark brown pubic hair into a neat little patch on her mound. She stood there, completely naked and in shock. Then she looked all around at everyone staring at her and burst into tears of humiliation and misery. She tried to get away, but Ted and Alex continued to hold tight, and so she unsuccessfully tried to crumple into the fetal position to cover herself. “You think you’re such hot shit, don’t you. Well, you’re not feeling so arrogant now, are you, Sis? Don’t think that we’re gonna let you off easy just because you’re shedding a few tears. Go ahead, try to get away, because it’s not gonna work.” Everyone cheered and hooted as they watched her. Her breasts bounced and jiggled from side to side as she tried to escape, causing a few guys to whistle. Meg didn’t come forward to help out of fear of being stripped herself. Everyone else found the situation to be hilarious. They thought that what Caitlin had done to her little brother was cruel, and that she was getting what she deserved. Still, Joey didn’t think that his sister had gotten enough punishment, and so he decided to completely and utterly humiliate his sister in front of all her classmates. The four boys grabbed and lifted her onto the coffee table and forced her to lay on her back while they held her down. She was shrieking and struggling, but fighting a losing battle. Everyone caught glimpses of her pink pussy lips as she tried to kick her brother and Chad, but they each managed to grab a hold of one of her legs by the ankle. “This is what you get for that picture,” Joey said. “Now we’re going to show everyone your pussy.” He and Chad simultaneously pulled her legs apart and with flourish, displayed Caitlin’s most intimate parts to everyone. She was screaming for them to stop at the top of her lungs, but nobody was eager to step in. Everyone seemed to be enjoying her misfortune, ogling her exposed breasts and pussy. Joey and Chad opened Caitlin’s legs as far as they would go, so that she was laying back with her legs wide open and knees all the way against her chest while her ankles were held apart in the air above her head. Her pussy lips parted, revealing a delicious view of her sixteen year old clit and pink inner lips. The opening of her vagina yawned wide in this position, and her anus winked at everyone, plainly visible along with everything else. All around the room, people were taking out their camera phones to get a picture of the exhibition at hand. Caitlin began screaming at everyone, “You fucking bitches! Don’t you dare take any fucking pictures of me! I said stop! Somebody fucking help me get away from these bastards!” But nobody listened, and soon, many of her classmates had great photos of her with her legs spread for the camera. And at school the following Monday, everyone was passing around the pictures. Caitlin, lying naked on the coffee table screaming bloody murder with tears rolling down her face, her boobs, pussy, and asshole displayed for the camera. Even the teachers saw the pictures (and confiscated most of them) and so she never lived it down. Even the 8th graders in Joey’s middle school were passing them around and snickering, he made sure of it. And Caitlin never again tried to pull a mean prank on Joey again. |
| Name: | Diane |
| E-mail address: | DianeInPublic@yahoo.com |
| Subject: | How we got started playing |
| Message: | A couple people have sent me messages saying that they would like to hear more about some of the games that my husband and I play when we travel. Jack thinks that the way I tell these stories is too light on the “details”, shall we say… For example, in the story of how we met, he wished I had spent some time telling you all HOW I thanked him for rescuing me. I’ll do my best to spice it up a bit. ;) Here is the story of how we got started.
Believe it or not, while we were dating we behaved like a normal couple and never really spoke much about the incident in New York. I knew that he had been incredibly turned on, but I assumed that it was from seeing me naked. It wasn’t until our wedding / honeymoon trip that I started to piece together how much he was turned on by the exposure of the situation. I’ll tell the story of what happened on that trip (e.g. my revenge on Lindsay and Sue) in another post since it is a longer story. Once we both realized how exciting these public scenarios could be, we started to fantasize about it when we were lovemaking. It was mostly just talking about situations while we were touching each other with bits of role playing thrown in. We would pretend that our bedroom was a hotel room and I would get “locked out” and have to beg to be let back in. We also played around with me being naked in unusual places, too. We would be coming home from dinner at night and Jack would have me take my top off and ride home topless. These experiences were fun, but not what we both really got charged up about. We went to a few nude beaches but it wasn’t the same when everyone else was naked as well. We both quickly built up a “tolerance” to these games and wanted to do more that would really get the adrenaline flowing. There is nothing like the thrill of falling into bed with your heart racing and adrenaline flowing to get each other off after one of our games. After playing these games for a few years now, I think I can finally say what specifically it is that gives it the sexual thrill for us. We worked this out slowly over time through experimentation. First, it has to be “accidental.” I know that this seems contradictory since we setup the games ourselves, but stripping for someone is very different than being stripped. When we play our games there has to be an element of “oops” to it, although it doesn’t have to be a plausible situation. Like a towel falling off at an inopportune moment or losing a bikini top in the surf. Second, there has to be some risk of being caught or seen. This is what killed our pretend games at home really quickly. Without the risk factor of potentially being seen, there was no thrill. It isn’t always about being seen, just the CHANCE of being seen. Third, and I know that this might sound silly, but I have to be naked. I don’t know why, but being in my underwear just feels like being in a bathing suit and doesn’t work the magic for me. Finally, I have to be committed. If there is any chance I can end the game early by myself, I will. There has to be no way for me to chicken out. Of course, Jack is always close by and we have agreed on a code phrase to end any game, any time, no questions asked. All I have to say is, “I’m scared” and it is over. Any other pleading, begging, or crying is part of the game. I’ve only used it twice early on. This usually means that I have to get from one place to another to get back to my clothes or someplace “safe”. When we first realized that we needed more thrill, we agreed right away that it was not a good idea to play the game at home. Having our neighbors see me streaking through the neighborhood isn’t fun because it can affect our jobs and our daily life. We knew we had to keep our kink to ourselves. For this reason, we make it part of our vacation routine. Since Jack still travels a lot for work we have lots of hotel points and frequent flyer miles to use up! We often meet up in a different city to take a quick weekend trip. Usually, Jack devises a game for us and we play it once or twice on a trip. Over time, he has started to take great pleasure in the inventiveness of the game. Our very first game was on a weekend trip to Indianapolis. Looking back on it, it was rather tame compared to some of the other things we have done (and certainly compared to how we met). We were staying at a nice hotel downtown near the RCA Dome. Late one evening, probably around 9pm Jack went out of the hotel room and placed the room key on the floor about 20 feet from our room. I didn’t know which way he went or how far away it would be. I wrapped myself in a towel and closed my eyes. Jack and I both stepped into the hall where he proceeded to spin me around and around many times until I was a bit dizzy. Finally, he yanked the towel off of me, jumped back into the room, and slammed the door. I started staggering a bit in one direction trying to get my head to stop spinning frantically searching the floor for the key. I stumbled, fell down on my knees, and tipped over with my legs flailing everywhere. Had anyone come down the hall at that moment they would have had a great view of my neatly trimmed pussy and my breasts flopping around. I broke out in a thin sheen of sweat from the nervousness and my face and chest were flushed red from embarrassment. I managed to get back to my feet and run a few paces down the hall. Thankfully, I had run the right direction and found the key. I started to run back to our room but in my panic, I temporarily forgot our room number and tried the key in the room next to ours. I heard the bell of the elevator arriving on our floor halfway down the hall and knew that people would be stepping into the hall any second. The damn card wasn't unlocking the door! I could hear voices and the sound of a wheelie cart being pulled over the tile floor in the elevator lobby. After about three tries I figured out my mistake and switched to the proper door. A quick swipe of the card, the light turned green, and I heard the lock click open. I swung the door open quickly and dove inside. I am pretty sure that whomever was entering the hall got a quick glimpse of my rear half or at least my bare legs as I dove inside the room. As soon as I was in the room Jack practically attacked me. He had me relate every detail of the experience as he worked me over with his hands and his tongue. I could barely make out the words to describe my close call with discovery as he brought me off for the first time that night. I fell back on the bed after an incredible orgasm feeling hot all over. Jack slipped off - I thought he was headed to the bathroom. I was waiting for him to come back and make love to me but instead he came back to the bed, picked me up, and slung me over his shoulder. It took me a second to figure out what was going on and I started pounding my fists on his back telling him I was done. He didn't listen! I was squealing at him as he opened the door and plopped me down on my bare ass in the middle of the hallway. I looked up and down the hall but didn't see the key on the floor like before. I slapped my palms on the door and told him it wasn't fair that I didn't know where the key was. He laughed through the door and asked if I had checked the elevators. I broke into a run toward the elevator lobby. I rounded the corner onto the tile floor and frantically started scanning the room for the key. I quickly located it on one of the lamp tables, grabbed it, and ran back to the room. Jack was already naked by the time I made it back into the room. We barely made it to the bed and spent the rest of the night making love over and over. Even though I have done some crazy things since then I always remember this first time for the shear animal nature that it brought out in both of us. |
| Name: | ravegirl |
| Subject: | Fun with Jeremy |
| Message: | I met these guys who went to another school in my town at the beginning of the summer that were so HOT. I knew that at least one of them liked me and I wanted so badly to get them into a situation where I could tie one or, even better, both of them up and take advantage of them, but I had no idea how I would do it. So I talked to my friend Diane and we came up with a plan to get the two hotties tied up at my house in just their underwear.
I called and invited Jeremy (the one who likes me) over to my house to hang out with me and Diane. I told him my parents would be gone all night, and we had some wine could and have a little party. I told him to invite Carl (his other hot friend) over too. They both said they had no plans for the night so they would be by later. That's when the plan was put into action. Me and Diane found as much rope and bandanas as we could. It was about 7:00 pm when we heard the door bell ring. I looked through the window and all I saw was Jeremy. I went and opened the door and let him in. He was alone so I asked him what happen to Carl and he said he might not be able to make it after all. He had something to do. That was a downer. Jeremy came inside and we had a few drinks. Things were going well so I asked him if he wanted to go in our jacuzzi hot tub. He said he didn’t even know we had one and didn’t bring anything to change into. I told him so what and he could just go in his underwear. He seemed real hesitant still so I told him if he went in his underwear I would too and started taking my clothes off. I took my shirt off, unzipped my tight jeans and wiggled them down my hips so I was only in my bra and little black panties. He still seemed shy about it so I told him if he went in his underwear I’d go in naked! Well this got him going. As soon as he had his shirt off and his pants ½ down I gave Diane the signal and we attacked him knocking him to the floor. As I held Jeremy down, Diane began to tie his hands behind his back. Jeremy began saying WTF is going on get off me. I told Jeremy to shut up and enjoy what was happening. After his hands and feet were tied I got off him to admire our work. Jeremy looked up and said you girls are nuts, now let me go. I said not so fast there Jeremy we got all night to play with you. I then pulled one of his socks off and stuffed it in his mouth. Before he could spit it out, Diane put a bandanna around his mouth. Jeremy was now tied up and gagged at our mercy. His white Hanes were already exposed so we finished working his pants down to his ankles as he struggled around on the floor. It was so hot and he had a nice bulge showing. We started grabbing and tickling him everywhere while he twisted around yelling through his gag for us to stop. I told him we would let him go only if he let us touch him all over. He didn’t really have a choice so he just lay there still while we touched and caressed his hot bod. I slid my hands over his package a few times feeling his wiener getting stiff through the cloth. I looked at Diane and said hmmm I wonder what Jeremy’s wiener looks like! Snickering, Diane said well there is only one way to find out! With that we both slowly began pulling poor Jeremy’s white cotton Hanes down. His big stick popped free from under waving around as we worked his underwear down. Now he was stark naked with a nice big boner wiggling around exposed as he struggled around hogtied on the floor. It was so hot my panties were wet and I felt like I could cum at any moment. I ran my hands over his hard veiny rod feeling his stiffness and caressed his very soft lose balls. Even with all the struggling I could tell he was really loving it deep down inside. His thick cock was stiff and he had stopped struggling now. I’ll bet you want me to do this I whispered into his ear then slowly slid my lips down his neck, then chest and stomach finally landing on the tip of his stiff one. I put his head on my lips and slowly deep throated his fat cock till it near hit the back of my throat. He let out a moan in ecstasy as I slid my lips back up his shaft and off. Then I popped up and said well that’s all your getting for now teasing him. Then I told Diane to go get my camera. Jeremy’s eye widened at hearing that and he began writhing and struggling around on the floor again with his cute naked butt and stiff cock wiggling around on full display. Oh what a wonderful site it was! Once Diane returned I snapped off about a half dozen pictures making sure to get his stiff dick and face in all pics for a positive ID. I could hear him screaming WTF! over and over through his gag. Once done we hid the camera again and then came back and told him we would let him go ONLY if he jerked off right in front of us both. If he did we would make sure the pictures never got out. If he didn’t we would make sure everyone at his school saw them. He was pissed and told us to F off so we decided to leave him naked and hogtied for a good long while we got a drink watched TV while he thought about it. When we finally returned his hands and feet were purple, and he looked ready to give in. We asked him a gain and he reluctantly nodded. He was no longer stiff so I said I’d help him get started. I was still in my bra and panties only so I took off his gag and started french kissing him. I rubbed my body against his touching his every hardening cock and balls again. Soon he was back to near full mast so we stood him up and untied his arms. I told him to “do it” and with that we stood back watching him work his stiff rod till he squirted streams of white goo in the air and all over the floor. Once done I ordered him to wipe it all up before he could get dressed again. We had gotten him so good. Better than I had even imagined. Me and Diane snickered as we told him that the pictures would remain a secret as long as he did what we commanded from now on. It was the start of a great summer of fun for us. |
| Name: | Happened to me once |
| Subject: | Molly |
| Message: | I had a neighbor about that age who was in the same situation. It was every night for a year or so I saw her change, walk around in underwear, sometimes naked, bla bla. She saw me looking one night, I guess I got sloppy and told her Dad who asked me about it since we talked often. I just made it out like I did see it that time but was shocked she didn't have her blinds down and should be better about it in case someone who cared saw her. Little did he know I jerked off to her every night for a year or so. I still get hard every time I see her. She looks at me like she knows .. I am not sure. |
| Name: | Ellen |
| Subject: | The Day Molly Learned Modesty |
| Message: | My husband and I live in a neighborhood full of families who are really close, everyone is friends with everyone else, we've known each other for years, etc. So it's not uncommon for us to have meals at each other's homes, watch each other's kids, and so on.
Well one time the weather was bad and it was our week to drive the kids to school, but our neighbors had invited us over for breakfast. Their house used to have a really big living room with a sliding glass door, but when they unexpectedly got a third child coming they built a wall through that room and made it smaller, and gave Molly the oldest daughter that room. At the time she was 13. When we drove over we could see from the street that the lights in Molly's room were on, and the blinds over the sliding glass door were wide open. Molly was getting dressed for school and was wearing just her underwear. Either she wasn't very modest or wasn't aware that the blinds were open and anyone passing by could see her from head to toe. My husband later confessed he wanted to knock on the window and surprise her as a joke, but was concerned about how that would look. But at the time we both decided we would say something to Molly's parents. We got inside, and everyone was sitting down to breakfast, except for Molly. All of a sudden we heard this SHRIEK and Molly came storming into the kitchen. She had her shirt on, but no pants yet -- Below the waist she was still wearing just socks and cotton underpants with a flower pattern. "Mommm!" she cried. "The paperboy was LOOKING at meeee!" Apparently right after we'd gotten out of the car he'd ridden by and spotted her, and stopped to watch... for a bit too long, I guess! Then Molly saw us. Me, my husband, and our 11-year-old son, standing in their kitchen. Seeing her in her underwear. "Oh my GAAWD!!" she squawked, and immediately bent forward, covered the front of her panties with her hands, and quickly backed out of the room. When she came out a couple minutes later and sat down to breakfast she was red-faced and couldn't look at us, especially my husband and son. Given that we're always popping in and out of each other's houses, I'm surprised something like this hadn't happened sooner. But after that day Molly's blinds were always closed in the morning, and she never walked around the rest of the house unless fully dressed. |
| Name: | Diane |
| E-mail address: | DianeInPublic@yahoo.com |
| Subject: | How I met my husband |
| Message: | My husband ran across this site and asked me to tell the story of how we first met. I know that since that day stories about women who are caught naked in public are a huge turn on for him. I have to admit that I must have an exhibitionist streak because I seem to enjoy them as well.
I was in New York with two of my girlfriends for a couple days of sightseeing, relaxing, and general playing around. We were staying at a hotel that had a beautiful rooftop pool and decided to take a break from all of the running around Manhattan to just hang out for the day. It was a gorgeous, sunny, summer day so we donned our bikinis and headed to the pool. We had a wonderful morning of heating up in the sun, cooling off in the pool, and passing the time with fruity drinks. We were laughing and teasing each other with some pretty raunchy stories. Tales of sorority antics from college were flying and we were being merciless in our retelling of each others' embarrassing moments. All three of us were pretty buzzed from the fruity drinks so we decided it was time to head down to the room to take a quick nap before cleaning up and heading to dinner. We threw our towels in the bin and packed up our things. Lindsay had the bag with our room key, sunscreen, and trashy romance novels, leaving Sue and I with nothing to carry. None of us had worn wraps over our bathing suits even though we probably should have to walk through the other parts of the hotel. We got on the elevator to go down and Sue suggested we head to the lobby first to go grab one of those "Things To Do" magazines to get dinner ideas. I thought we shouldn't really be walking through the lobby in our bikinis, but the other two ignored me, saying I shouldn't be such a "prude." Lindsay accidentally hit the button for the 3rd floor (the first floor with guest rooms) then corrected herself and hit the main lobby button. As we passed through the floors the elevator stopped two more times for other passengers. There was now a couple in their mid-forties and two different businessmen who looked to be in their early thirties. The elevator stopped on the 3rd floor because of the earlier "button mix-up." Lindsay was on one side of me and Sue was on the other. I had worn this great little red tie-side bikini. It wasn't really skimpy but it looked great on my hips with just the strings on the sides, tied into little red bows. The door opened and after a short pause Sue and Lindsay both went to work on my bikini in a carefully planned attack. Lindsay pulled the strings onthe part of my top that tied at the neck and the one side of my bottoms while Sue pulled the strings on the back of my top and the other side of my bottoms. It happened so fast I didn't even register what was happening. I didn't move fast enough to defend myself and in a flash Lindsay was holding my top and Sue had my bottoms. Both of them ran out of the elevator just as the door closed leaving me naked and screaming in the elevator. The only thing I was left with was my red strappy 3" heel sandals and a look of shear terror on my face. After standing there with my arms at my sides for the first few moments, I finally had the sense to try to cover myself. Anyone who has ever found themselves in a similar situation, however, will attest to the fact that you can't cover a lot with just your two hands. I backed into the corner of the elevator bumping into the man who was with his wife. The physical contact was enough to push me over the edge from screaming to crying. The wife smacked her husband and started making disapproving remarks. Neither of them made any move to help me. Both of the businessmen stared as I pushed my now naked butt against the wall of the elevator with one arm across my breasts while I cupped my pussy with the other hand. Since I usually wear fairly brief bathing suits and underwear, my "hairstyle" left little to the imagination. The ding of the elevator arriving in the lobby startled me as I realized that I had no clothes, no room key, no idea where my friends went, and nowhere to go. The doors opened and the wife dragged her staring husband from the elevator. One of the businessmen walked reluctantly from the elevator, turning back for one last good gawk. The other one seemed to snap out of it for a second and prevented a few passengers from boarding the elevator. He hit a button for one of the floors and started sending us back up - temporarily rescuing me from the lobby. My mind wasn't really registering what was going on until I noticed him loosen his tie and start unbuttoning his shirt. I thought that the situation had gone from bad to worse until he started talking to me in a soothing voice and asked me to turn around so that he could put his oxford dress shirt on me. I kept sobbing softly, although, I was relieved to finally have something on my body other than my sandals. My hands were trembling too much to even button the buttons up the front (not to mention the fact that the buttons were on the wrong side :) ). He spun me back around gently and buttoned the shirt all the way up, averting his eyes politely. He was around 6' tall so the shirt was big enough to cover me completely without my pussy or ass hanging out. He asked me what floor my room was on and hit the button. He walked me to my room and knocked on the door for me. I was so glad to have this man taking care of me since I had mentally checked out of the experience. Of course, Lindsay and Sue were not there. He finally introduced himself as Jack and said that he was going to get me back into my room but needed to make a call first. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number, holding his finger across his lips indicating that he needed me to be quiet for a moment. He used his other hand to wipe the tears from my eyes and smiled at me. From the conversation I realized that he had been on his way to an important meeting that he was presently missing. He made a variety of excuses and agreed to meet his client the next evening for dinner. We made quite a pair, standing in the hallway, me in his shirt and my heels and him in dress slacks, bare-chested with a tie loosely tied around his neck. He seemed to sense that I was sizing him up, looked down at his own ridiculous appearance and laughed. He rolled up the sleeves on the shirt to the right length for my arms, took off his tie, slipped it around my neck, and tightened it up - "There, now you look presentable." The bit of humor provided a much needed break. He explained that since my friends seemed to have abandoned me in a rather precarious position that we would need to go to the lobby to get a key to my room. I started crying and pleading that I couldn't do it, but he reassured me that he would take care of me. We walked back to the elevator and headed for the lobby. When the elevator returned us to the lobby, he extended his arm, which I took, and escorted me to the concierge desk. He kept reassuring me and telling me to ignore the stares and snickering from others in the lobby. Shell-shocked is the only word to describe the look on the concierge's face as we approached. Jack asked me to take a seat in front of the desk, which I declined. I knew as soon as I sat down that the shirt would ride up, exposing my ass through the slats of the back of the chair and my pussy to the front. It suddenly occurred to him why that was a bad idea and he apologized. I stood quietly, shifting back and forth on my heels, and trying to avoid eye contact with everyone. "This young lady has been the victim of a cruel prank. She seems to have misplaced her bathing suit and along with it her room key. She is badly in need of assistance." After a few minutes of coaxing, the concierge asked me for some information to establish my identity and went off to the front desk to make a new key for me. Jack stood next to me and rubbed my shoulders reassuringly. Finally in position of a room key, we went back to the elevators and headed to my floor. Properly escorted to my door and assured that I was safely able to get back into my room and some proper clothing, he handed me his card and asked me to call him. I protested that I needed to return his shirt (once I had something to replace it), but he declined and said if he left now I would be more likely to call him to return it later. Ever the gentleman he extended his arm to shake my hand, but I pulled him close to me, gave him a big hug, and told him that he had been a life saver. He shifted awkwardly and I realized that despite the fact that he had been the model of decorum, his cock was rock hard and pushed down one leg of his trousers. To spare him further embarrassment about that we parted and said goodbye. Once inside my room I threw on a robe and collapsed on the couch. It only took about five minutes for Lindsay and Sue to start banging on the door. I had thrown the security chain and they wanted to be let in. I offerred to unlock the chain if they passed their bikinis through the opening in the door and ran down to the lobby to grab me a latte. For some reason they declined. I made them sit there in the hallway for almost two hours until room service arrived with my dinner and I had to let them in. While I was waiting I took a nice hot bath to unwind from the afternoon's ordeal. I had to admit that despite the embarassment, the experience was incredibly arousing. Lindsay and Sue wanted to hear all about my knight in shining oxford. They had watched the whole lobby experience from the mezzanine balcony. Lindsay had taken a great picture of the two of us standing at the concierge desk that I still carry in my purse. I called Jack the next day around lunchtime. His secretary connected me through to his cell phone and he asked me to join him as a date to his client dinner that evening. I joked that I had nothing to wear and he said that it was no problem, he just got a shirt back from the laundering service that morning (I had sent it to be pressed and delivered to his room). I actually had a little black dress and spikey heels that were perfect for the occasion. We met for coffee an hour before the dinner to get to know one another on less anatomical terms. We totally hit it off and had a wonderful evening. At dinner, the client was joking with Jack that he must have blown him off yesterday to meet with one of their competitors. He told the other two folks from the client that Jack had given him some bullshit excuse about helping a woman at the hotel with no clothes. Jack and I both started blushing but I figured that this must be an important client for him and I owed it to him to bail him out. I spoke up with a bit of a crackle in my voice and explained that it was not a bullshit excuse and that I was the woman he was referring to. "My friends had played a cruel joke on me and Jack was the perfect gentleman. He removed the shirt from his back, gave it to me to restore a little bit of my modesty and talked the concierge into giving me a key to my room without any identification." The client was surprised, to say the least, although, I'm not sure whether it was that the story was true or that I had owned up to it. The rest of dinner went fairly well with small talk about travel and weather. When it was time to leave, the client said that if Jack could show the type of integrity that he showed in assisting me then he was a person that could be trusted in business. He agreed to award the business to Jack's company which was a big win for Jack! We went out for drinks after dinner to celebrate before returning to the hotel where I thanked him properly for being my hero. ;) He cancelled his return flight to Boston and stayed the weekend. I completely abandoned Lindsay and Sue and spent every minute with him. Since Jack worked as a consultant and travelled constantly, they didn't care where he booked his return flights to. We started seeing each other every other weekend. After a year of that, we got engaged and he moved to Chicago to be with me. We had an intimate wedding in Hawaii - only both sets of parents and three other couples. Lindsay and Sue were eventually forgiven and stood up as my bridesmaids in the wedding. I finally got my revenge on those two on that trip - I'm sure that Jack will want me to write more about that soon. It is funny - I'm sure that before we met Jack was a perfectly normal man but the experience of meeting me left a distinct kink in his libido (and mine...). While most men go crazy for lingerie, he buys me an oxford shirt every year for our anniversary. We've been married for six years now. In addition to that, we both get a huge sexual charge from the idea of me being 'accidentally' naked in public. Almost all of our fantasies and role-playing are about that. We play little games when we travel like having towels fall off in front of the room service guy. Jack's favorite is where he hides the room key to the hotel somewhere and I get locked out of the room naked and have to find it. It started out with it just being on the floor in the hall, then tucked into a piece of artwork or in the coin slot of the vending machine. The game keeps escalating every new trip we take. There are a bunch of stories about that, too. Whew! I may get carpal tunnel telling them all. |